Today, I encountered some wild turkeys. This wasn’t the first time. I’ve been seeing wild turkeys for the past week but, as I explained in this guest post for Roots of She, it often takes a few tries for spirit to get my attention.
In that story, I saw a lot of spiders. In this one, I’ve been seeing wild turkeys. I have seen them while driving, while out walking, while visiting friends. I saw one from the window of my yoga class. I saw a family – father, mother, baby – on the side of the Palisades Parkway.
You get the idea.
And then today, while I was writing about angels at the picnic table behind my house, six wild turkeys walked past me – five brown (the usual color) and one, snowy white with speckled brown wings. Right away, I knew that white one was a message about being different but also, still being part of the world. I also knew there was more to the message.
But here, I must interrupt myself to tell you that all of this started when the mirror fell on me while I was sleeping… and because I didn’t tell you about that when it happened, here’s that story.
As a person who calls herself an intuitive counselor – an interpreter of patterns and dreams – I could no longer ignore this – nor could I pretend that this had nothing to do with the fact that I had just put up an invitation to my Soul Caller program, the first project I’ve done that arises directly out of my own work.
It was so unlike me to move this quickly.
Normally, when I get a really good idea, I write it down and shift directly from active mode into fantasy. I muck about – I find a pile of books written by experts who could show me how to make the idea happen…. someday. I use up a whole packet of index cards, scribbling notes as I drive. I talk about it with my husband.I daydream, doodling elaborate game plans for the future moment when the planets precisely align with the spinning of my chakras and completion of all the education that I have to have before I’m ready.
I didn’t do that this time.
The Soul Caller program named itself, and arrived all at once (the same way that, legend has it, the entire Harry Potter story dropped into J.K.Rowling’s consciousness on the subway one day.) It came through in order, fully organized.
Ready. Cooked. All I had to do was take dictation. Which I did. For an entire day. The download even included instructions to put the invitation up, build a web page and begin inviting participation. Which I did – over here. And people are already signing up.
It was, Wow!
But also: big scary huge.
Because now I had to flesh it out: Price it, teach it, live it and, you know, own it. It was humbling and drenchingly, powerfully moving. But it was also grounded, rich and real. I’m ready to do this, ready to teach it.
I’ve been building this program for 25 years – slowly (and I mean slowly) removing the veils that have kept me hidden from myself until, this month I was revealed to myself as what I have always been – a person who talks with spiders, writes about angels, is awakened by falling mirrors – a Soul Caller.
I like it.
And ever since, as this knowing has been dropping daily deeper into my heart, into the field of light, love and life energy that I know as ‘me’, those turkeys kept showing up – walking in front of my car on side roads and cackling around outside the open window of my home office.
Eventually, I had to notice.
Today, they crossed into my neighbor’s yard and hung around politely as I rifled through the car to get my cell phone and mincingly approached to snap a photo. After I got a few shots, they walked – single file – back into the woods behind the barn.
I jumped onto Twitter, asking: Symbolic meaning of Wild Turkeys? To which, my brilliant friend @amypalko responded by sending this link. (If you don’t have the time, I will summarize: Wild Turkey means: You’re becoming a mystic. Own it.)
When she sent it to me, I was coincidentally re-reading a dream from my old blog in which I was being instructed by my dream angels: “The mystic melts her experience and shares it with others.” A dream from which I awoke to these words, whispered directly in my ear: Put your heart into it.
Soul Caller. This is how that is.
Those wild turkeys came to affirm what I had already discovered: You’re a wizard, Harry. I mean, Amy.
Which is, entertainingly, one of the foundational themes of the Soul Caller program: that we are all wizards, all creating the world – as the world is, simultaneously, creating us.
The Soul Caller program is an invitation to live fully integrated into the world of mystery – and the world of materiality. A world where, all the while, wild turkeys keep walking across the lawn to let us know: You are not in this alone.