Faery Tails

Greetings all,

I hope you had a good week.  Mine has been interesting,  not in that Chinese curse way, "May you live an interesting life,", but just in the acceleration of feedback from dreams and omens.

In fairy tales things come in threes.  Three bears, three little pigs, three rooms filled with straw to be turned into gold, three gifts or blessings, and three witches (or wise women if you prefer).  For me when something appears three times  in a relatively short amount of time it is a signal that it isn't just a coincidence.  Somebody somewhere is trying to tell me something.  I have a somewhat tentative relationship with coyote.  As a fellow trickster I really want to trust him, but you know there are a lot of stories about him.  So far he's laughed at me, helped me extricate myself from my jobs (it's funny now), and right now I've actually petitioned him for help.  Yes I know, insanity, but these are not normal times.

Last week I dreamed I was on a walk heading to a dream meet up place (a location you meet with  other dreamers to dream walk silly).  On my way I encountered a mother coyote and 3 pups.  The three pups wanted to play with me.  So my attention was grabbed.  Animals in dreams tend to peak my interest due to my shamanic training.  I can hear my teacher in my head saying, "You should journey on that."  I will I promise, but that's  not all that happened.  Yesterday I went for a walk.  It's been unseasonably warm and even the dim February light is preferable to staying indoors all day.  So I went through my neighborhood and down into a narrow stretch of woods, and I do mean narrow like 30 yards tops in width.  As I was meandering on the path I saw movement ahead.  At first I thought it might be dogs out for a run with their owner, but it was soon apparent there weren't any other human beings with these canids.  These were coyotes, three of them to be exact.  Now here I was out alone, and while cautious I wasn't exactly afraid.  I did have a big umbrella with me for one so I was armed.  (Hey a good umbrella can be an effective striking and bludgeoning device).  The coyotes also appeared well fed and playful rather than aggressive.  We've had a mild winter and there are plenty of deer about.  Which brings me to my next encounter, the night prior to that I was driving home from a rather enjoyable game night and I came across two deer on the road home.  Now lucky for me I was driving at a reasonable speed otherwise we'd have had a much more intimate encounter and by intimate I mean blood and guts splattered across my windshield.  I did say fairy tale tropes tend to come in threes yes?  During my nightly wanderings which some call dreams I encountered a crow.  This crow wanted to get in my lap and have me pet him (or her I'm not good at determining gender of individual crows).  So there you have it.  I'm pretty sure something is up and somebody has a message for me.

What we have here is a not a failure to communicate.  What we have here is spirit sending a text, a voicemail, email, and a Facebook message.  It's all tied into a greater trend these days of a bleed over between dreaming and waking life.  I'm not complaining.  It keeps me engaged.  Hell I feel like I'm on a quest.  This is better than a video game, for one if I find treasure it's more than just ones and zeros, secondly it's exciting!  Still three animal encounters, two of which are trickster spirits this is going to be big.  I am glad there was some deer energy in there too, perhaps to gentle and bring in the love.  I'm all about compassionate trickery.  Something big is about to go down in Mooneagle town.  I'm still not sure what it is, but the good news is I have help.  I'm pretty sure I am the main character in this caper too.

So why am I telling you about this?  Well it's fucking magical!  Life is not just drudgery and obligations.  It is vibrant and full of wonder, but too often we forget that.  I'm not saying we should all drop our responsibilities, but I am saying we should make space for that touch of magic to get through to us.  The story we're sold is that the world is a dark and terrible place, and  I am not saying there isn't malice and danger out there...because there is.  What I am saying is that there are powers older than you and me that tend to balance things out.  There are allies that we don't even know about, secrets that only we can unravel.  We have to let those possibilities in, and not block all the access points with our expectations or mindset of only looking for the next disaster.  Right now with what is going on in the world we are in the dark woods.  We have to decide what kind of story we're in, is it a horror story or a fairy tale?  In a horror story the only options are death or survival, but a fairy tale gives us the opportunity to end happier than we began.  A fairy tale reveals who we are deep down, are we good or are we the big bad wolf?  Now in truth we are both, but just like in that old story with the two wolves within us that fight, who we feed will be the wolf that wins.  I'm feeding that magical wolf of compassion and faery dust.  I suggest you do the same.

Peace and Blessings,
Thomas Mooneagle