This synchro comes from Gypsy. Her stories are usually layered and complex – not just one synchro, but several. This one is particularly strange!
Gypsy has been traveling lately and was in Delaware when this one happened.
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A few days ago I went out to get a bit of sun and decided to run through the nearest drive through to grab a breakfast sandwich on the way home. I got there and decided to stop to eat for a moment and pulled over to the next parking area.
I’d been playing with some words on a piece in my head and decided to just jot them down while I nibbled, so I pulled out my notebook and began. One word ran into more and more and then into line after line and into page after page. It was like an exorcism of sorts, a very dark and heavy piece from something many moons ago that I’d not thought of in years.
The initial words took on a life of their own and so several pages later, I sat and looked at what I’d written. I guess I was shocked as to where the piece had gone and was sitting there mentally debating as to whether or not I would ever post it. It was a bit overwhelming that I still carried such vehemence over the incident so many years later,I just leaned back to soak up the sun and close my eyes to it all.
Now, it was a hot day here, not a breath of breeze at all. My windows and sun roof were all open and the sun was blazing down, and then suddenly a wisp of wind came through the car and literally pulled one sheet from my hands, just one of the 4 pages I was holding. So I’m sitting there holding the other three and watching the single page blowing out into the parking lot.
I was so shocked to have a single sheet of 4 blown out of my hand by a non-existing breeze that I’m immobilized and just sit there, looking at the sheet of paper on the ground beside my car. I debated whether or not to pick it up. Maybe it was a sign to just “let it go” in the most literal sense, blow it off, let the writing be the act of exorcism and let it be gone. One of my little voices tells me to get out and pick it up as I didn’t want it to fall into other hands even though there are no names in it.
I open the door to get out to pick it up and just as I bend over to get it, I hear a loud bird call. It’s different than all of the seagulls who live here, different from any of the other many birds around this area. I’m trying to remember what kind of call it is and realize there are no other birds at all around. Where were all the seagulls that usually flock over to my car? That area is a behind a busy restaurant and usually packed with seagulls looking for free meals.
Just as I’m realizing which kind of bird this call is from, I look over to see not one but three black crows land just a few feet away. Three black crows. I’m trying to assimilate what it all is, what it means, then get back into my car to grab my phone and snap a photo. By the time I turn around to snap, two sea gulls have landed there with the crows.
The piece I was writing is called “the sins of sinnin’.
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What I find intriguing about this story is that Gypsy still held three pages of what she’d written and just as she’s about to get out and chase down the flyaway page, three crows land. Do three crows qualify as a “murder of crows?”
That phrase may have originated from a fallacious folk tale that crows form tribunals to judge and punish the bad behavior of a member of the flock. If the verdict goes against the defendant, that bird is killed – murdered – by the flock. The basis in fact is probably that crows sometimes will kill a dying crow who doesn’t belong in their territory or much more commonly feed on carcasses of dead crows.
Esoterically, crows are associated with battlefields, medieval hospitals, execution sites and cemeteries. So perhaps the meaning of the crows in Gypsy’s experience is that these feelings have been buried too long and through the writing, Gypsy has exorcised them, executed them, severed their power over her.
Three crows appeared to me last September, the week I lost my job. I remember thinking they were a bad omen when I saw them. I just had a creepy feeling. I don’t know why. I see them around, but during that final week, two of them resting on a telephone wire near my bus stop as I waited to go to work. Then, at work, a black crow flew across my path just as I was going to enter the building. I usually don’t think of birds as omens, but for some strange reason, that week, I just felt like something bad was going to happen. Losing my job was a blessing, though. So I don’t know what black crows mean, in terms of omens.
For you they were ultimately good omens! Wonder what the 3s were about, though?
Very numinous and potent story, Gypsy.
thanks very much, deb – it was an experience i won’t soon forget –
Gypsy IS a goddess, yes. Egyptian…..whose characteristics she has brought into this existence from either a parallel or past experience…..characteristics which are never lost in Time or Space but which remain as fixed (and as malleable !) as time and space themselves! As paradoxical as both. Are we not all gods and goddesses of one kind or another? Divines Beings whose journeys re-define the meanings of Being Divine? I think it is so. Synchronistically, the raven is my personal totem….my familiar. Luv you, cousin! Question, Gyps: did you pick up the “fourth page” or did you allow it to blow away in the non-breeze breeze? In that answer, there is your answer.
divine beings, all. I like that.
dear cousin – well, i do agree with you that we are – each of us – gods and goddesses in our own way – that “the light” is within each of us – which is why i’ve never bought into mainstream religion – [another day another story] – and as you know, i do have such an affinity/visceral connection to all things egyptian i’ve no doubt i’ve lived there –
in any event, thank you for your words – about the page that blew without a breeze, i did retrieve it – and have it – and the other pages still – i’ve gone back to look over the blowing page, to see what the words are that are on it – it’s covered in my scribbling – it begins with the words “they don’t know, no, don’t nobody know, don’t nobody know where she live…..all they know is what they see, what they wanna see…..” and then goes into a monologue about “sin” – “…..now i ain’t sayin’ that y’all done it…..sinned with evil intent-i’m just sayin’ that you ‘know’ it…..and then there’s that sin of the innocent…..” – anyway, was just attempting to see what message was there on the page that took wings – thanks so much, cj, for your always meaningful comments!!!
Loved the story and all of the comments. Very interesting.
thanks so much nancy – i have decided to do a post of it – of the piece i wrote that day – have waited as i still have to be in the right frame of mind to go back to the story –
Wonderful, mythic synchro………like a dream.
One of the reasons crows are associated with battlefields has to do with the ancient Celtic Goddess of battle, and of justice, the Morrigan. Her token was actually the raven, and when a raven was seen before a battle, the warriors assumed that the goddess was with them, and if they should fall, she would bear them to the next world on her black wings. Many Celtic works of art show warriors accompanied by ravens. Three is also the sacred number of the Celts, 3 and 9 – all the goddesses were a triad, signifying the cycles of life (Maiden, Mother, Crone). So from that perspective, this might just be a blessing from the Morrigan!
Hope Gypsy sees this, Lauren. Very interesting stuff.
dear lauren – i am always so very taken with your remarkable insight and this is no exception – thank you – you see, this was such an extraordinary experience for me – when i decided to jot down some words in my notebook i carry in my car, the beginning of the piece was so far removed from what it became that i would incredulous – and truly was overcome with the moment of it all – the crescendo – and the plot of it all does have to do with justice – or the lack of it in this case of the incidence which happened so many years ago – i’ve always wondered of the other person involved and whether or not there was/would be justice in any form meted out to him – in any event, i do love your interpretation here and i thank you for it!
oops – that “would” above should have been “was” –
An interesting story from Gypsy. Like your interpretation. Crows are very intelligent creatures, they supposedly remember human faces – especially of those who have done them harm previously. The post I have for tomorrow for my blog (written a couple of days ago) is called The Goddess And The Crows! Not sure if Gypsy is a goddess ….
We’ll ask gypsy if she’s a goddess!
ahem…….in many circles, the goddess will have you know, she is actually referred to as “her royal highness” and her subjects are more than happy to just tag along in her presence and be referred to by HER as “her royal subjects” 😉 [royally LOL] – and that would be the ranks of my grandchildren when they would like a trip to the beach or the nearest dairy queen [ahem, again] – or whatever! and not quite what mike has in mind but a true story nonetheless! and then, there are the circles where…….oh, sorry, forgot where i was! 😉
but please, remember to stand in my presence, ok?
standing right now!
LOL LOL LOL!!! too funny, lady! but her highness thanks you!
ok – so a number of things more to do with all this – first, so very weird to find this particular post here today because i was just about to send you an email about it and a couple of other things – and before i go to googlemail, here’s your post – had this story on my mind yesterday and today, something fierce! 😉
next, your comment just struck me like a splash of cold water with its clarity, trish: “…..crows form tribunals to judge and punish the bad behavior of a member of the flock. If the verdict goes against the defendant, that bird is killed – murdered – by the flock…..” because, you see, the whole piece worked into just that – my rage over a particular incident and the fact that there was [could not be, under the circumstances then, or so i thought at that time], a tribunal/judge, let alone a punishment for the evil deed done – and it was i who made that decision –
well, i’ve just deleted the rest of my comment that i’d written – not for here or now –
thanks so much for once more allowing this voice to be heard –
And three crows, something about that number…? Just love the story and the synchros!
yes, definitely the fact of the number 3, trish – i mean, when i turned around and saw the 3 of them, i was just immobilized – all i could think of was poe’s raven and “nevermore” – now, i’m going to have to go back and re-read that piece again – and maybe that is something to all this, too, the “nevermore” thing – that it must happen to someone else literally “nevermore” –
and i’m also struck by mike’s comment about crow’s recognizing the human face of someone who has harmed them – perhaps these crows saw and remember the face of the man who did what he did in my piece – i hope so –
So now, even after the fact, maybe you get some answers! It seems that’s how the synchros work at times. You’re immediately struck by the synchro, then when you rehash it, find deeper layers to the thing.
oh, wait a minute! what do you mean, mike, you’re NOT SURE? 😉
Apologies! We are all a god or goddess in someone’s eyes.
synchro there, mike, given your post today!