Animals Intrusions

Y’all these animals are getting out of hand – for realz!

I’ve been tapping into my shamanic roots. I’ve been sober for quite some time and the inner-vision that I’ve had since I was a kid (including prophetic dreams) has come flooding back. I think it’s related to having died as an infant. Yes, I died as an infant – at least that’s the family lore. Anyway, near-death experience is the sure-fire ticket to shaman-hood. I think of myself as a hood shaman, hence the moniker Notorious Pink. Recently, I’ve had a few visits from people who by all rational measures should not be visiting me – as in, they had passed on to the other side. Of course, I don’t believe there’s an “other side.” I believe we just get out of our meat wagons (bodies) and get on with the real work of our life force as part of the unified field (web).

Each time I’ve had an encounter with one of these transitioned folks, I’ve carried the message to their loved one (‘cause apparently, I’m running errands for the dead now) the recipient person had been expecting my call and was not surprised by the news. For example, my friend David Morera came to me and was like “Call my wife!” He wasn’t asking. He was ordering. Dave has intense eyes that have a way of giving weight to his words. I picked up the phone and called Kim Morera, his wife. Kim was like “Oh, he does that all the time.” This is the world I live in now.

So, these animals. It started with visions. I’d just get a hunch about an animal and then check out what the spiritual meaning of that animal might be. Simple stuff, like a mental throw of the runes or drawing of the tarot. Why not? I’m learning to trust my brain. Every time I looked up the spiritual meaning (cause what do I know about animals – I’ve been scared of them most of my life?) every time I look it up, it somehow relates to an issue I’ve been dealing with that has had me stumped. Of course, like horoscopes, they make these things vague enough so that they can be interpreted to fit just about anything. I’m a skeptic. I’m not about bullshit.

So, I’m going for a run in the park (which is frigging empty cause everybody is home sheltered in place. I’m running along and suddenly this goose gets my attention. I’m like “Oh, hell no! Did this Goose just honk at me?” I turn to the goose. It’s just standing its ground and I know better than to mess with geese cause they can get nasty and they roll with a big crew. I’m getting an attitude, when the goose bows to me. I was all “Hell no! Did this goose just bow to me?” So, I bowed back. It bowed again. Then it froze and so did I. I decided to test this. I bowed again. It bowed back. I stopped. It stopped. This continues for about a minute (which is a long time to be in conversation with a bird). Then a fire truck went by and I was done with the whole thing.

I wake up at midnight and the pheasant that lives in the vineyard next to my house (because I’m gangster like that – I have a vineyard) is crowing – at midnight. I’m like “Hell no!” I look it up and it turns out the pheasant is telling me I need to put myself out there more. I need to strut my stuff. I need to show my colors. This was right around the time I was deciding my shaman would wear a pink suit and if you don’t believe me ask Deb Oo. So, now it’s official I’m Notorious Pink. And the birds start going nuts around my house. Robins are singing non-stop. A woodpecker is single-handedly trying to take down the oak tree in my yard, that has to be at least 100 years old (the biggest tree for blocks). Hawks are circling. Starlings are partying on my front lawn and the geese are now landing on my roof. This is now my normal.

I’m in the park on another run and listening to Sandra Ingerman on the topic of ceremonies. People familiar with my work know that I create modern ceremonies as theatrical events where the audience plays a crucial role in the narrative, usually giving testimony during the performance. So, yeah, I’m learning more about ceremony and Sandra is like “Finding a dead animal in the road and giving it a burial is a ceremony.” I’m thinking that is nasty. I don’t do dead shit. But damn if I don’t round the next corner and see a fresh hit squirrel in the road, dead. I’m like “Ugh! Why?” Of course, I had to do it. It wasn’t even generosity. Not to bury the damn squirrel was like asking to be struck by lightning or something. I’m not superstitious, but I don’t walk under ladders, and I toss spilled salt over my shoulder.

So, I’m like “Okay, if you are trying to talk to me,” not even sure who the hell “you” is, “I need a definite sign. I don’t want to have any doubts about this!” Then, I went to sleep only to wake up to a crash and the room suddenly full of light. My computer had come out of sleep and there was something in the bedroom with me. Literally in my bedroom. I look up in time to see, through the marine vinyl panels in my ceiling, a frigging raccoon tiptoeing along the attic wall. The room was full of light from the computer monitor, so it was bright enough to see its masked face and it’s not running. I’m like “Oh, hell no! Now y’all are in my house! IN MY HOUSE?” So, yeah, I believe that nature is talking to us. It’s not just me, I just decided to start listening. But, yeah, I’m kind of done with these animals.