On Crows, Feathers and Telepathic Communication with Animals, a Guest Post by Renee Prince

Note: If ever there was a Bird Woman, it was Renee Prince, who crossed to the other side on June 29, 2015 after a tough battle with cancer. This is her third post, in which  she writes of crows, feather-gifts and telepathic communication between humans and animals. She was an author and a filmmaker.

By Renee Prince

“What a lovely story about your crow friend! A few months ago, I went to a lecture by a crow intelligence scientist, who found that they recognize human faces from just one encounter, and if the human did something bad (in this case banding a baby crow by taking it out of the nest against its parent’s wishes, then putting it back) the crows at the scene will remember that face for at least three years (the length of the study so far), and that they somehow “tell” their family, friends and children about that “bad” face, and the other crows react accordingly when the “bad” face is seen again, mobbing the person and following him or her, watching their moves and keeping tabs on them.

I will often have the strange feeling that when I see other hawks they know I am a “hawk friend” and pay me more attention, approaching me closely and staying with me for a while for no apparent reason. Once on a hike with friends hundreds of miles away from Tennerin, a hawk was flying above us and we started “talking” to each other, my answering him and he answering me back, after he initiated the contact by calling down to us. How do they recognize people as “hawk friends?” I don’t know, but a scientist, Rupert Sheldrake, has some fascinating theories on that kind of thing. You can find his books in most libraries and I would recommend “Dogs That Know When Their Owners Are Coming Home” to start, where he talks about how it may be that animals connect to us telepathically.

I have lots of feather gift stories, but one of the most recent happened the day before I was about to start filming a spiritually-themed movie dealing with a family in crisis and the healing effects of landscape (it was at Mt. Shasta, a magical power place, if there is one). In it, the lead character is shown the way up the mountain by a hawk flying down to her and communicating silently. The producer knew about Tennerin and my feelings for hawks, and I was walking with her through the woods when out of the sky a hawk feather drifted down in front of me.  We took it as a blessing for our film. It will hopefully be out soon; it’s called “Dreams Awake.”

Thanks again for writing and sharing your wondrous hawk connections. I do miss Tennerin very strongly at different moments during the day as I drive around doing errands. After he left this season, I have a very real “empty nest” feeling sometimes. But that, paradoxically, is when I “connect” to him and feel our bond happening between us, awareness on his side as well as mine. I am attaching some photos of Tennerin.

Yesterday I looked out the window where the river goes by and saw an osprey (they had just arrived a couple of weeks ago to re-use their nest upriver) holding a perfect fish in his claws, facing frontward so it looked as if the fish was flying underneath the osprey. The osprey seemed so proud of his fish that I ran outside and called, “Congratulations on that great catch!” The osprey circled back around and passed in front of me again, instead of continuing straight on to his nest. I think he was very happy to sense that somebody down there appreciated his prowess as a hunter!

I am often tempted to leave a fish for the ospreys, every year. Maybe if we connect in a similar way to how Tennerin and I met, I will do that for them this year when they have hungry beaks to feed.”

Blessings,

Renee

Other Posts by Renee Prince:  My Friendship with a Wild Red-Tailed Hawk

Healing with a Wild Red-Tailed Hawk

Healing with a Wild Red Tailed Hawk, A Guest Post by Renee Prince

By Renee Prince

Here is the second post from Renee Prince, who has a good friend who is a wild Red Tailed Hawk.  She had a chronic illness (as do I) and believes her relationship with Tennerin is what has healed her. This is very interesting to me because I’ve been slowly healing since I made contact with the Red Tailed Hawks who come and go from my neighborhood. Here are more of Renee’s own words on healing and Tennerin; the pictures in this post are hers, taken of Tennerin.

Note: Renee Prince crossed to the other side on June 29, 2015, after a tough battle with cancer. She is missed by all who knew her and even those like me whose life she briefly touched…

“Thank you for writing back! It is always wonderful to read of other people’s hawk experiences.  At my website, reneeprince.net,  there are pages about Tennerin and another story about him, as well as some other pages you might find interesting, especially the metaphysics (although the finishing up is woefully out of date—I need to update all sorts of things on the site and will try to do that this week). Also on my site are pages about Candace Pert, the neurobiologist who discovered the opiate receptor; she believes that thoughts actually change our cellular structure by increasing the amounts of neurotransmitters, whether they are “sad” transmitters (which in circular fashion make us feel sadness) or “happy” transmitters (such as endorphins, which give us, among other things, that famous “runner’s high”), formed by our thoughts. Our cells constantly change the amounts of receptors for these particular neurotransmitters and eventually if you are “happy” more often, your cells will change the number of “happy receptors” and allow more of these happy neurotransmitters to hook onto our cells, thus changing our feelings positively in a whole-body way through a circular, interconnected feedback system.

I am indeed planning to write a book about Tennerin, and one of the theories I have about how he (and other animals that we have a close, loving, or sacred relationship with) can heal us, is that the love we exchange, unconditional and powerful, changes us at the cellular level over time, via a mechanism like Dr. Pert has discovered. This doesn’t make it any less miraculous—but it does move this kind of healing from the “new age, weirdo fluff” area to real, demonstrable phenomena. This in turn will (I hope, through my book, books like it, and through the work of Dr. Pert, as well as organizations like the Institute of Noetic Sciences and researchers like Charles Tart and others, makes such healing more acceptable, and more accessible to all kinds of people.  I also hope it will give people a new sense of the value of our relationships with animals and their potential.

I really wish I could find the time to make another film of Tennerin, because I have years of great footage, especially this year of the hawk air show, but I am so busy right now. It will happen, I just have to prioritize. The only reason I am not writing a book about Tennerin right now is that I am in the process of finishing a dolphin book which I feel very strongly driven to send out into the world, as soon as possible.  However, I have been keeping a Hawk Diary of every day we have had together, exploring metaphysical issues, subtleties of our relationship and some amazing communication experiences between us, and so the book is actually being written in that form, at least.

Your experience with the two hawks who had the “wall” up is interesting.  I have had the same type of feeling from Tennerin’s mate, who I call Chocolate, and sometimes from Tennerin when he is on watch guard duty, when there are eagles in his territory or stranger hawks.  He seems to be very annoyed by my stupidity in trying to talk to him during those times, and it really hurt my feelings, until I realized that it is life or death to him up there, and I might seem frivolous and so completely ignorant of the real world, with all its dangers.

One day he flew to me and screamed angrily at me over and over again, while I stood there asking him, “What’s wrong?” again and again.  Then the hair on the back of my neck rose up and I turned around to see a pair of adult bald eagles charging through the air toward us both.  I ran inside the house and Tennerin disappeared, too.  He was trying to get me out of harm’s way and risking his own safety to do so.

With Chocolate, she (or he—I don’t know what sex Tennerin is, really) will take food if I leave it out for her and then I go wait up at the top of the hill (you’ll see the layout by the river in the video).The feeling from her is that the food is nice, but the thing (me) that is leaving it for her is an uncomfortable, probably dangerous creature that doesn’t matter.

In fact, the two hawks look so alike that one of the ways I can tell them apart is by how they treat me. From Tennerin I have received such benign affection; it seems to radiate from him, even when he is sitting far up at the top of a tree downriver. But Chocolate does have her affectionate times, too. It’s usually at the end of the season, when their hormones are many times more active than during the non-mating season. Then she will wait quietly by me for hours, watching me and even listening to me talk. Tennerin is more a game-player, and loves to play tricks on me. I will have to explain what those are, though, when I have more time.

So, thanks again for your letter and I hope you enjoy the links.  Feel free to comment on my blog site, as well, or you can write me here, too.

Blessings to You,

Renee

PS–A friend of mine told me I was a “Borderlander” from a book about people like me (and I think you are, too).  Here is the link to the author of that book’s site for some fascinating insights: Profile of the Borderland Personality at Borderlanders.  There are others all along the path, and it is always good to connect as we pause along the way and look around that path through the eyes of others, both human and animal.”

Other Posts by Renee Prince:  My Friendship with a Wild Red-Tailed Hawk

On Crows, Feathers and Telepathic Communication with Animals