Wild turkeys
Today, I encountered some wild turkeys - a lot of wild turkeys. I've 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 and one, snowy white with speckled brown wings.Right away, I sensed that this white one - what an anomaly! - was a message about 'being different from the flock' - a message which I needed to receive.I also knew there was more to the message.All of this started when the mirror fell on me while I was sleeping... and, if you missed that story, here it is.
As a person who calls herself a reader of patterns and symbols, I could not pretend that this had nothing to do with the fact that I had just declared myself a Soul Caller and put up the first invitation to The Soul Caller Training - the first project that arises directly out of my own work.I was excited and a little scared. Also, it was completely out of character for me to move this quickly.Normally, when I get a good idea, I write it down and shift into a kind of dreamy 'someday' state of mind. I find a pile of books on the subject, fill notebook after notebook with 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 arrived all at once, dropping into my consciousness as I woke up one morning - complete, fully organized and ready to teach. (Just as, legend has it, Harry Potter dropped into the consciousness of J.K. Rowling on a subway.)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.It was, Wow! It was also: big scary huge.Because now I had to flesh it out: Price it, teach it - and live it. And that was harder to do. It was humbling and drenchingly, powerfully moving but it was also grounded, rich and real.I'd 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.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 snap a photo. Then, 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.