When I first watched Ian Lungold's teaching videos about the Mayan Calendar based on the works of Carl Calleman, I was thunderstruck by the information but also the energy of this beautiful man committed to teaching about it. The same week I watched the videos and was integrating the information I met Ian's counterpart in bird form.
I live on a Southern island off the coast of Georgia and have not ever seen a loon here before. I know they summer in Maine and migrate to Maine from somewhere but I think they usually just pass overhead and do not stop here. Deep into thoughts about Ian's teachings one night, I am walking by the ocean in dark of night and I hear a plantive cry and see something flapping in the surf. It is a loon with a broken wing. I take the bird home and put it in safe keeping until I can get it to a vet the next day. This bird feels so somehow precious to me. It is beautiful to look at and I love the call of the loon, that evocative sound it makes.
I was very concerned but the bird made it through the night. I took him to a bird specialist the next day who said the wing probably could not be repaired but he would likely remove it and if the bird survived the surgery, it would go on to a sanctuary to live out the rest of its days. The vet was to call me for a report. I did not hear back and had a bad feeling the bird did not make it, which made me very sad.
One thing not lost on me was that I found this bird while so thinking about Ian's teachings. The shirt Ian wore on the video (which was his signature shirt I found out later) is in the picture below. Notice the coloration of the bird's feathers. I have no doubt that the bird and Ian were connected in that way synchronicities have of getting our attention. I don't think the bird made it, and Ian died a year later himself.
I'm not sure what that all meant, but I know it was about something holy and significant. I still cannot think of either the bird or of Ian and not feel . . . something holy is showing itself in these two beings. We don't always have to understand everything with our mind to be in states of recognition and appreciation. Regarding these two beacons of Light, well . . .these two birds of a feather flew in and flew out all too briefly but I have the strangest feeling, they are still around and watching the grand show on this planet with great love and interest from some elevated perch. I hope so as I miss them both.
I live on a Southern island off the coast of Georgia and have not ever seen a loon here before. I know they summer in Maine and migrate to Maine from somewhere but I think they usually just pass overhead and do not stop here. Deep into thoughts about Ian's teachings one night, I am walking by the ocean in dark of night and I hear a plantive cry and see something flapping in the surf. It is a loon with a broken wing. I take the bird home and put it in safe keeping until I can get it to a vet the next day. This bird feels so somehow precious to me. It is beautiful to look at and I love the call of the loon, that evocative sound it makes.
I was very concerned but the bird made it through the night. I took him to a bird specialist the next day who said the wing probably could not be repaired but he would likely remove it and if the bird survived the surgery, it would go on to a sanctuary to live out the rest of its days. The vet was to call me for a report. I did not hear back and had a bad feeling the bird did not make it, which made me very sad.
One thing not lost on me was that I found this bird while so thinking about Ian's teachings. The shirt Ian wore on the video (which was his signature shirt I found out later) is in the picture below. Notice the coloration of the bird's feathers. I have no doubt that the bird and Ian were connected in that way synchronicities have of getting our attention. I don't think the bird made it, and Ian died a year later himself.
I'm not sure what that all meant, but I know it was about something holy and significant. I still cannot think of either the bird or of Ian and not feel . . . something holy is showing itself in these two beings. We don't always have to understand everything with our mind to be in states of recognition and appreciation. Regarding these two beacons of Light, well . . .these two birds of a feather flew in and flew out all too briefly but I have the strangest feeling, they are still around and watching the grand show on this planet with great love and interest from some elevated perch. I hope so as I miss them both.
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