Welcome to My Journey

This blog documents the awakening of my sixth sense and the incredible adventures to follow. The blog also reaches out to others who are interested in or who may be experiencing a similar other-worldliness and who, like me, are trying to figure it all out. There are no set answers in here, but plenty of questions and stories that will make you wonder. Come muse with me!

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Proof of the Pudding Part 3 - The Messengers


Guess, what?  The doves I mentioned last week are still in our front yard!  And there are 3 of them – a mother and two baby doves.  As each day passes and they continue to stay with us, I can’t help but wonder if they are here for a special reason.  Yes, the nest is most likely up in one of our trees.  Yes, our newly planted garden is the perfect place for doves to hang out.  Yes, the babies wait in the protection of our yard for the mother to feed them.  But, why our yard and why now?!  

They are so not afraid of us.  We sprinkle bird seed, we watch them, walk past them, we photograph them, drive up and park in front of them.  And, they just keep hanging out.

The more I contemplate their presence, the more I sense they are related to the letter in some way.  Then, today while watching them, I heard the faintest voice say, “When the birds fly, the letter will come.”   And that’s when I realized there are 3 of them!  THREE.  So, the number 3 is legit.  The letter could come in any number of days including or related to the number 3 – 13, 23, 33, 43, 113, and so on… But, the doves are a sign of reassurance, they are messengers, they are symbols of peace and love.  And, they too are waiting.

Waiting until they are old enough to fly on their own. Waiting until they are old enough to eat on their own.  Waiting until they are old enough to survive on their own.  These doves tell their own story, apart from the role in my other worldly tale. 

Some days, I feel like I’m living in a twilight zone.  Everything is interconnected and interwoven in amazing ways.  Life will never look the same again.


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