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By maggot-pies and coughs and rooks brought forth
One of my favourite oracles of all time is ‘audible oracles of the belly’ – that one’s from Mesopotamia about six thousand years ago. Sadly that key is lost but it would be so useful in workshops today. There’s often a chorus of rumbles and grumbles when we start journeying or meditations. And my tummy frequently replies when someone asks a question. Although we don’t know how these noises were interpreted back in Babylon, such gurgles are usually a signal that energy is moving or your gut is trying to tell you something. What we do know a lot more about are ‘nature oracles’. I’ve written quite extensively in my Book of Psychic Development about signs and signals from the natural world. I use them all the time.
So when, as I sat idly glancing out of the window while I sought for exactly the right word, my attention was captured by a bird, and I just had to look him up. Before I reveal the meaning, let me tell you why I was captivated. First of all I’d never seen his exotic like before, not around here anyway. He was big, fat and pheasant shaped. But like no pheasant I’ve ever met. In the early morning light he appeared to be jet black with a white beak and big red patches round his eyes. But, when the sun suddenly broke through, he was a gorgeously iridescent blue almost like a peacock. When he ruffled his bum at me it looked like angel’s wings fluttering. Feathery white on the underside and so surprising. He was busy strutting up and down on top of the new pergola my neighbour has built. But then I noticed his missus, as he insisted she was called. She was much less showy but still had the red eyes and white beak. And the beautiful tail feathers. While he paraded himself, she was busy pecking at the bark of a fruit tree. Attending to the practicalities of life.
Apparently these birds display a remarkable ability to survive and reproduce when released into the wild. Now, Terrie Birch had only a day or two beforehand sent me a picture of a gorgeous white peacock. So I had two balanced pairs. Male and female. Black and white. But I also had three birds. I wasn’t altogether sure that I’d been asking a question and so didn’t quite know where to apply the symbolism. But it felt important. I turned to ‘www.what’s-my-sign.com’ for some clarity and I’ve copied it here so you can get a flavour. Note that it begins by talking about eye popping colours. My eye at the time was deep red. A blood vessel had just popped. So I could well have been musing on that in between writing on turquoise as a totem – some rather nice synchronicity there on both counts. And some answers too.
The flamboyant, eye-popping colors of the male pheasant, reminds us that nature knows no end to its variety and creativity. Nature makes a way for these males to be very attractive to their female counterparts by design. Consequently their bright colors are perfect for wooing pheasant strumpets.
Indeed, they are so effective, that males often have a harem of three hens at once. This is symbolic of creativity, sexuality, influence and magic. Why? Because females hold the gift of life (reproduction, creation of offspring), and the number three is a magical number that deals with the union of two to bring about the creation of another (male + female=progeny).
Those with the pheasant as their totem have the same ability to attract love and creativity in their lives as the male pheasant does. These people have strong libidos and are able to attract a healthy amount of attention from those with whom they desire to partner. Yes, even many at a time if they so choose.
It is important to note the element of balance in having this totem, and the pheasant’s environment is our indication. He is a riot of glam and color, but ever-ready to slip into the tall grasses or sheltering shrubbery when he must. In other words, the pheasant can be a show off, but he is always ready to retract his wiles when the time calls for it.
This a powerful metaphor in our lives. We can show our bright colors of creativity, and influence in the world – but we must know the proper time in which to do so. The pheasant reminds us that no matter how vibrant and original we may be, if we carelessly throw our gifts out at inappropriate times, or to un-listening audiences our efforts are in vain.
Further, those who resonate with the pheasant may be wild on the outside, but quite tender-hearted and conservative on the inside. The pheasant asks that we honor our genuine selves, and not pretend to be something we are not. This incorporates the symbolism of protection of ourselves and our loved ones. Just as the pheasant knows when to blaze their beauty, they also know when to hide in the shadows as a defence.
Their amazing ability to camouflage themselves, and hide may well have something to do with the fact the species has been hunted for both food and sport for ages. Over the eons the pheasant has “self-preservation” hard-wired in their bodies, and they know when to go.
The pheasant animal symbolism also speaks to us about the value of balance in areas of spirituality. Being an air animal totem, the pheasant deals with thought, dreams, aspiration, spirituality, and things that lift us into higher states of consciousness.
However, although an air creature, the pheasant rarely flies, and when she does, it is in short bursts and without much air time.
This is symbolic of our ability to reach ever-increasing heights in our spiritual understanding, but we must recognize the need for groundedness.
There is a reason air balloons have sand bags. Be lifted, be inspired, climb ever higher on your path to spiritual awareness – but the grounded pheasant reminds you to keep your feet on the ground too.
If you’ve enjoyed the symbolic meaning of the pheasant, you’ll find more on Avia’s website: www.whats-your-sign.com/animal-symbolism-pheasant.html (note every effort has been made to contact the website for permission to quote but so far to no avail.)
By maggot pies and coughs bought forth
Yes, I know Shakespeare was speaking about a bird that is pronounced chuff and the quote I’ve used may well have a misspelling, but I found the quote helpful, as well as the interpretation. I was writing what the brief suggests should be a ‘lighthearted look’ at crystals. I’d taken that to heart and was having some fun with the quotes I’d used. I just love this one from the Urban Dictionary – my favourite go-to site for a sideways look at definitions. To me it perfectly sums up my relationship with crystals:
Crystal: A rare beauty, who is extremely smart, and has a love for life! A beautiful person who wants to change the world and all that she meets in it!!! My hero. Wow, I just met a crystal… she was amazing!
‘Flaterduck’ May 18, 2008, The Urban Dictionary.com
The minute I’d looked up the meaning and said thank you to them, the pair flew off and haven’t been seen since. They seemed to have no problem staying airborne.
Funnily enough when I’d spotted the birds, I’d just got to the part where I was saying that crystals were not ungodly – I can’t tell you how many Christians I meet who insist that crystals belong to the devil. The birds were instantly replaced by God-botherers knocking on the door. At not yet 10am in the morning? On a Tuesday? What’s got into them, business must be really bad. Or have they got a hotline that told them someone was writing about those pesky crystals again? They got short shrift and I went back to my writing. Much cheered by my exotic friend’s message. Today he’s been replaced by one of the locals, George, an ‘ordinary’ cock pheasant. He’s flamboyant and noisy but stays earthbound on the grass. So I’m back in the mundane world with my feet firmly on the ground as per instructions – I loved that metaphor about the hot air balloon. So apt. But even George’s got a message, for us all this time:
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