Hearing owl’s call or catching a glimpse of Her feathered flight are show-stoppers. Time slows, veils part. Secrets are revealed. Did that really happen?
The Otherworld runs alongside us in every moment. But, on this side we don’t always use our silent flight feathers to consciously cross back and forth-- to snap wisdom up in our talons and beat a path “home”. Some never peek behind that shimmery, alluring edge for fear of what is beyond.
On the West of the Medicine Wheel, in strong affinity to the lunar feminine energy of our nature: Owl is a messenger, a queen of traversing liminal space. She bridges waking and dreaming life. She bridges life and death. She dips into the range of space and time we (innocently, having divided them Ourselves) call Past, Present, and Future. Owl lifts off and sails into the dark with the power to return.
She isn’t a boots/paws-on-the ground explorer of dark like Black Panther who works the tooth and claw ferocity of personal shadow in a tangle in the damp earth. Owl lifts higher, ascends to Upper World for Her understanding. She just plain Crosses Over and comes back eyes keen, feathers smooth, coolly appraising and ready to deliver the goods. (I sometimes think Panther shifts to Owl when She’s feeling generous. Enough carnage for one day…)
Owl comes to you when you are ready for The Reveal. This is not just an info download, this is your invitation to travel liminal space alongside Her. Using the cover of dark as your ally, elevating your powers of intuition and psychic discernment, you are entering a temple of evergreen boughs and cold, silvery light.
Ancestral healing, self- knowing, shadow- play, dream communion. Velvet-soft wings gesturing to slow down, step closer, close your eyes, and dare to lean into the darkness. Lean in and see smoky quartz, snowflake obsidian, howlite, and hematite stones. Lean in so far, you fall right off the side-- and take flight.