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Listening to the crows call for a gathering.
I am pulled to join them.

            I have, more or less, always thought that I had some special affinity with crows and ravens.   As a child I would spend hours calling and responding to the local crows.   The Shamanic name I’ve chosen for myself (the name given me in a vision-journey) is ‘Spirit Crow’. I found a fledgling crow, the other day, on the back deck.   It was almost ready to fly but did not seem to have the strength or the exact mechanics of flying.   I fed him and left him in a sheltered crate that he could easily leave.   He stayed for three days and accepted my food.   Now, whenever I’m at home the crows send up a greeting of thanks to me.  I was tempted to keep the young crow as a pet but thought that the life of a captive, even a luxurious life, is not a good path.   He was free to stay or go.   He returned to his murder.

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