Three Seagulls, Max and Me

This morning as I contemplated writing, I noticed a saved file in my blogging folder, titled ‘Three Gulls, Max and Me,’ dated February 5, 2011. Here it is:

As Max and I headed to our mail center, a seagull passed overhead, then came back around and flew in circles closely above us. I sent up a hello and a blithe thank you for your message, and turned a corner. There the bird was joined by another gull and then a third; they flew in circles ahead of us, calling loudly.

As we drew nearer to them, one seagull swooped down over us again and then rejoined the others. Their calls seemed ‘upset,’ adamant, to me. They came back to us and circled and circled right above us for what seemed like a full minute, which is unusual behavior, as far as I’ve seen anyway. I thought, ‘Has another gull died nearby? Is this how they act prior to mating? Is the ‘upset’ sound for me?’ They followed each other to a roof we passed (I had turned around to watch them), skipped across it and flew off. Then one came back, again, circled closely over us and left for the last time.

This definitely made an impression; they were insistent that I pay attention and that I knew they brought a message to me. “Hear us!” When I feel there’s been a critter-contact, I consult the book Animal Speak by Ted Andrews, read the ‘message’ from the appropriate bird/animal/insect/reptile page and reflect on it for a bit (or two). The keynote of seagulls, as I’ve noted here before, is: Responsible Behavior and Communication. ‘Seriously,’ I asked, ‘what are they trying to tell me? This is about my diet, right?’

That’s as far as I got. It wasn’t until this morning that I noticed the date and remembered February 5th was my father’s birthday. Ohhhh, I thought. Could it have been? My friend, Annette Childs, has written three books, one of which is called, ‘Halfway Across the River.’  It is a remarkably touching, reassuring and fascinating record of people’s experiences of the spiritual realm before they cross over, and of messages from loved ones who have passed on (one of which is truly impossible according to the laws of physics). I love this book.

A review of Halfway Across the River from J.S. Heir at Amazon.com:

“Annette covers a difficult topic [in Halfway Across the River] and makes it easier for those going through this [dying/accepting] process to have some comfort and a form of closure knowing that there will be continuance of the “being.” One has to be open or receptive to the events that occur in life to be aware of what is actually occurring around us or the messages just simply go un-noticed. This book has become a permanent part of my bookshelf and I have recommended it to two very close friends that are going through a similar life changing crisis. I encourage everyone to read this book at least one time and watch the world change around you.”

Ah-ha! See that sentence, “One has to be open or receptive to the events that occur in life to be aware of what is actually occurring around us or the messages just simply go un-noticed.” I have a block when it comes to messages from the spirit-world, which is so self-defeating. A couple mornings ago, I woke up lying on my left side, near the edge of my bed. Next to me was a person, a female with her back to me, not curled into a ball, but hunched and hurting—lying in the air between my bed and a dresser.  I reached out to touch the person and she disappeared. (That night I thought, ‘What the heck? Was that a ghost?!’ and lit my Jesus candle.) The answer came to me the next morning: It was a way of contacting me by a young woman I know who needs my support. I knew that, but didn’t ‘get it’ until I saw her hunched and hurting. In Animal Speak, Ted Andrews says, ‘The gull may reflect new learning in the subtleties of communication.’

So, was the seagull that kept coming back a message from my dad, who died in 1999? We weren’t close—he left our family when I was nine. Was one of the other two gulls from my brother, who died in 1979? We weren’t close, either, because he lived with our dad, and I and two other brothers lived with our mom. Ted Andrews says, “The appearance of a gull indicates lessons or abilities in proper behavior, courtesy and communication.” It seems this is a message for me, for my father, my brother, and other relatives. “Be considerate; think of how your actions affect other people; learn the laws of the universe.”

Okay.

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