As I looked up into the darkness at two o'clock this morning, #Twin shooting stars shot across the sky. It is currently 9:02 as I write this (9+0+2=11). I noticed two days ago that one of the #Twin fawns was missing from its sibling and mother. Where there was once three, there was now only two. That was the 11th, but today adds up to #1111 [7+1+3=11, simplified and added to the year (2+0+1+6=9), makes 9+1+1=11]. That math equals awakening. When I find myself steeped in 11's, like today, I know I'm on the right path on my continuing journey toward living an #AwakeLife. Earning my wings, as it were.
The body of the missing #Twin was found struck by a car near a dangerous intersection within a mile of my backyard. I do what I can to keep the deer close--safe--but deer actually have territories stretching more than 25 square miles, even with two babies in tow. The mother has to keep moving, too, because there are more than enough predators in my area, including coyote (about 40-50lbs), coy-wolves (60-70lbs), and actual grey wolves (85-125lbs), several of whom I've met in person. Though, generally, when you see predators in pairs, it's the last thing you'll ever see.
People can be like that, too. One may be gentle on his own, but paired with another, can become predatory, dangerous. Pack animals tend to follow a single dominant leader. If that leader is full of fear, she will also lead through it. Every reaction is then going to be fear-based. That's unique to humans. A wolf is never afraid; it makes decisions based on survival. When I first met my wolf (of the four-legged variety), we had to establish mutual respect. Since then, she has even warned me away from hiking in an area where she and her mate were hunting. She knows I am not food. Her coyote cousins will never learn that respect. They are opportunists. Exploiters. Con artists. Sadly, I've had encounters with a few of the human variety as well.
One coyote recently crossed my path a mere five feet in front of me, retreating into the tall grass of a nearby meadow. Bold move. Classic strategy. I used to use it in fencing all the time. You literally drop your foil to the ground, dragging it in front of you, as you back away from your opponent. It's how I started every match. Because then, it forced my opponent to pursue me. That's a weakness. I could then tell within the first few minutes which hand he favored, if he was nervous or not, sizing up the best places to attack by gaging his speed and strength.
When the coyote invited me in to the meadow, I immediately turned around, recognizing a trap. My little dog was with me. I imagined she was the real target. She's about 10lbs, the perfect meal. Bigger than a rabbit, and easier to deal with than a skunk. I was aware that the coyote began stalking us after a time. It was getting dark and I am much too cavalier about being in the woods at night. It's where I find peace. But it's also where others find sustenance. On my own, it's one thing. But with my little dog, it's dangerous.
While the first coyote was about 50 feet behind me, another emerged from the now dried up marsh 30 feet ahead. This was a hunting duo. The one in front is meant to distract me as the other closes in from behind. At that time of day, the trail, already off the beaten path, is completely empty of people. Not that I need anyone's help. Though, when I was hanging by a single spindly branch after falling off the side of the trail, it was rather convenient to have a cyclist happen to come by at that moment. But in this situation, I really was fine on my own. I picked up my dog and began walking straight at the coyote who had emerged ahead of me, maintaining eye contact. Most people panic and start running. That just kicks in a coyote's predatory instincts; given that they're one of the fastest animals on four legs, it's not a good idea. If you were a wolf, and two coyote were closing in, what would you do? You'd show your dominance to whichever animal was closer. That's what I was doing, even if most humans find that counterintuitive. Walking toward the danger. But I am the alpha. Even predators without fur recognize that.
Coyotes look like medium-sized dogs. They're relatively small...bigger than a fox, but much smaller than, say, a German Shepard. When you see a pair like I did, remember, they're just hunting. They don't deserve to be shot or killed for surviving. The fact of the matter is that a new subdivision cut into a large area of what was once forest off of the trail. These coyotes and wolves are now trying to re-establish territories. They've been forced to hunt on the trail. People don't respect nature, or the animals that live there. Then, they act shocked when nature infringes on their lives in some way. The same folks who talk about the need to be humble will hire contractors to remove forests and build houses...for themselves. Not recognizing that they are building their home by displacing countless animals and destroying our environment. We have a glut of empty houses in the States. In Georgia, I'd drive down the road a bit to Cedartown and see one abandoned house after another. But rehabbing an existing property isn't something people are interested in. Everyone wants something NEW. No matter what that means to the wildlife population or the environment. While a rabbit, a raccoon, even a squirrel or bird, has no voice, predators do. It's quite a howl, too. Never forget the first time I heard it in real time--not recorded through TV or a movie. Bone-chilling.
Days before the #Twin fawn was killed by a car in the intersection near my house, I was driving through that same intersection close to one o'clock on a Saturday morning. No, I wasn't partying. That's not my bag. I've never taken a single drug in my life. And, though I cook with alcohol, like bourbon and wine, I'm not really a drinker. Not even a social drinker. I don't need any kind of substance to relax or have a good time. I'm able to do that all on my own. In fact, if you knew me, you'd understand why. I hold myself back on a continuous basis. Only met one other human I could truly be myself with. Only one. I connect with everyone. I truly love everyone, too. Even have compassion for those who have tried to hurt me. Compassion is wholly different from sympathy, by the way. I don't pity fools. I pity animals who live amidst the fools.
I had my high beams on, so any animals in the area could see me coming. My music was loud, too, for the same reason. As I came up over the hill, I turned off my high beams because another car was on the road. Right before I turned off the intense light, I saw a fox in pursuit of a skunk, cross right in front of me and into the next lane where the other car was about to pass. I nearly died in horror. I made a careful U-turn with my high beams on, scared at what I might find. But happily, all I found was the fox, newly sprayed by the skunk, looking completely stunned, but still safe on the edge of the tree line. It looked back at me before disappearing into the woods.
Someone recently asked me if I carry when I'm hiking. The answer is no. I'd never shoot an animal. I don't need to. Don't need to shoot a person to stop them either. Things like bullets and arrows are for cowards. Amateurs. I'm happy to use my teeth and claws in close combat. Prefer it. At least it would be a fair fight. Well, maybe not. I am small after all. But unlike with sex, when it comes to survival, size doesn't matter.
Humans lived with wolves and coyote and cougar and bear for millennia without guns. You just have to respect their space. Be smart. My little dog is descended from domesticated wolves. Wolves were partners to early man, helping to protect him. Helping him to hunt. Today, we seem to have forgotten the debt we owe to all animals. The debt we owe to nature itself. That's where mindfulness comes in handy.
A few years back, I was driving through the mountains of Tennessee. If you've never been, you have to go. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, next to the ocean. It was late, or rather early. And I was taking it slow around the hair-pin turns. I had my high beams on as well. Only car on the road and no public lighting to speak of to help guide me. All of a sudden, there he was, majestic as the day is long. This huge elk. A male. I'd never seen one in person before. But this was unmistakable.
Elk were reintroduced in the Great Smoky Mountains in 2001. By July 2014, when I had my elk-encounter, they were thriving. As I had opportunity to see for myself. Every day miracles...kind of like me. Makes me wonder if, one day, humans will have to be "reintroduced" to our natural habitat. Shows like The 100 and films like Wall-E come to mind.
I've missed seeing the #Twin fawns prance together in my yard. The other day, I watched the surviving #Twin follow her mother out of the woods...she stopped and turned, as if listening for her #Twin's phantom footsteps, before hurriedly catching up to her mother to suck bird seed out of my feeders. It's become a ritual now. Around twilight. I placed half a milk jug filled with water, apples and carrots near the feeder, too. We're in a draught and the weather is so hot you can't really breathe outside from late morning until the sun starts to set.
Momma and baby have been looking pretty lethargic lately. That won't do if they're going to survive. And, I want them to.
I have....
#Prey
#TwinFlames #1111 Post-script: "13" is a karmic debt number that reflects constant difficulty, giving the soul opportunity to not only survive, but thrive, serving as an example of perseverance, fortitude and sheer will to others. Those with a soul number of "4" from "13" or "31" have this karma. Anyone with this combination in their chart will experience resistance but don't get frustrated. Apply patience. You were built for this. You were made to not only be successful, but be successful against all odds so you might inspire and motivate others to do the same.
The body of the missing #Twin was found struck by a car near a dangerous intersection within a mile of my backyard. I do what I can to keep the deer close--safe--but deer actually have territories stretching more than 25 square miles, even with two babies in tow. The mother has to keep moving, too, because there are more than enough predators in my area, including coyote (about 40-50lbs), coy-wolves (60-70lbs), and actual grey wolves (85-125lbs), several of whom I've met in person. Though, generally, when you see predators in pairs, it's the last thing you'll ever see.
People can be like that, too. One may be gentle on his own, but paired with another, can become predatory, dangerous. Pack animals tend to follow a single dominant leader. If that leader is full of fear, she will also lead through it. Every reaction is then going to be fear-based. That's unique to humans. A wolf is never afraid; it makes decisions based on survival. When I first met my wolf (of the four-legged variety), we had to establish mutual respect. Since then, she has even warned me away from hiking in an area where she and her mate were hunting. She knows I am not food. Her coyote cousins will never learn that respect. They are opportunists. Exploiters. Con artists. Sadly, I've had encounters with a few of the human variety as well.
One coyote recently crossed my path a mere five feet in front of me, retreating into the tall grass of a nearby meadow. Bold move. Classic strategy. I used to use it in fencing all the time. You literally drop your foil to the ground, dragging it in front of you, as you back away from your opponent. It's how I started every match. Because then, it forced my opponent to pursue me. That's a weakness. I could then tell within the first few minutes which hand he favored, if he was nervous or not, sizing up the best places to attack by gaging his speed and strength.
When the coyote invited me in to the meadow, I immediately turned around, recognizing a trap. My little dog was with me. I imagined she was the real target. She's about 10lbs, the perfect meal. Bigger than a rabbit, and easier to deal with than a skunk. I was aware that the coyote began stalking us after a time. It was getting dark and I am much too cavalier about being in the woods at night. It's where I find peace. But it's also where others find sustenance. On my own, it's one thing. But with my little dog, it's dangerous.
While the first coyote was about 50 feet behind me, another emerged from the now dried up marsh 30 feet ahead. This was a hunting duo. The one in front is meant to distract me as the other closes in from behind. At that time of day, the trail, already off the beaten path, is completely empty of people. Not that I need anyone's help. Though, when I was hanging by a single spindly branch after falling off the side of the trail, it was rather convenient to have a cyclist happen to come by at that moment. But in this situation, I really was fine on my own. I picked up my dog and began walking straight at the coyote who had emerged ahead of me, maintaining eye contact. Most people panic and start running. That just kicks in a coyote's predatory instincts; given that they're one of the fastest animals on four legs, it's not a good idea. If you were a wolf, and two coyote were closing in, what would you do? You'd show your dominance to whichever animal was closer. That's what I was doing, even if most humans find that counterintuitive. Walking toward the danger. But I am the alpha. Even predators without fur recognize that.
Coyotes look like medium-sized dogs. They're relatively small...bigger than a fox, but much smaller than, say, a German Shepard. When you see a pair like I did, remember, they're just hunting. They don't deserve to be shot or killed for surviving. The fact of the matter is that a new subdivision cut into a large area of what was once forest off of the trail. These coyotes and wolves are now trying to re-establish territories. They've been forced to hunt on the trail. People don't respect nature, or the animals that live there. Then, they act shocked when nature infringes on their lives in some way. The same folks who talk about the need to be humble will hire contractors to remove forests and build houses...for themselves. Not recognizing that they are building their home by displacing countless animals and destroying our environment. We have a glut of empty houses in the States. In Georgia, I'd drive down the road a bit to Cedartown and see one abandoned house after another. But rehabbing an existing property isn't something people are interested in. Everyone wants something NEW. No matter what that means to the wildlife population or the environment. While a rabbit, a raccoon, even a squirrel or bird, has no voice, predators do. It's quite a howl, too. Never forget the first time I heard it in real time--not recorded through TV or a movie. Bone-chilling.
Days before the #Twin fawn was killed by a car in the intersection near my house, I was driving through that same intersection close to one o'clock on a Saturday morning. No, I wasn't partying. That's not my bag. I've never taken a single drug in my life. And, though I cook with alcohol, like bourbon and wine, I'm not really a drinker. Not even a social drinker. I don't need any kind of substance to relax or have a good time. I'm able to do that all on my own. In fact, if you knew me, you'd understand why. I hold myself back on a continuous basis. Only met one other human I could truly be myself with. Only one. I connect with everyone. I truly love everyone, too. Even have compassion for those who have tried to hurt me. Compassion is wholly different from sympathy, by the way. I don't pity fools. I pity animals who live amidst the fools.
I had my high beams on, so any animals in the area could see me coming. My music was loud, too, for the same reason. As I came up over the hill, I turned off my high beams because another car was on the road. Right before I turned off the intense light, I saw a fox in pursuit of a skunk, cross right in front of me and into the next lane where the other car was about to pass. I nearly died in horror. I made a careful U-turn with my high beams on, scared at what I might find. But happily, all I found was the fox, newly sprayed by the skunk, looking completely stunned, but still safe on the edge of the tree line. It looked back at me before disappearing into the woods.
Someone recently asked me if I carry when I'm hiking. The answer is no. I'd never shoot an animal. I don't need to. Don't need to shoot a person to stop them either. Things like bullets and arrows are for cowards. Amateurs. I'm happy to use my teeth and claws in close combat. Prefer it. At least it would be a fair fight. Well, maybe not. I am small after all. But unlike with sex, when it comes to survival, size doesn't matter.
Humans lived with wolves and coyote and cougar and bear for millennia without guns. You just have to respect their space. Be smart. My little dog is descended from domesticated wolves. Wolves were partners to early man, helping to protect him. Helping him to hunt. Today, we seem to have forgotten the debt we owe to all animals. The debt we owe to nature itself. That's where mindfulness comes in handy.
A few years back, I was driving through the mountains of Tennessee. If you've never been, you have to go. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, next to the ocean. It was late, or rather early. And I was taking it slow around the hair-pin turns. I had my high beams on as well. Only car on the road and no public lighting to speak of to help guide me. All of a sudden, there he was, majestic as the day is long. This huge elk. A male. I'd never seen one in person before. But this was unmistakable.
Elk were reintroduced in the Great Smoky Mountains in 2001. By July 2014, when I had my elk-encounter, they were thriving. As I had opportunity to see for myself. Every day miracles...kind of like me. Makes me wonder if, one day, humans will have to be "reintroduced" to our natural habitat. Shows like The 100 and films like Wall-E come to mind.
I've missed seeing the #Twin fawns prance together in my yard. The other day, I watched the surviving #Twin follow her mother out of the woods...she stopped and turned, as if listening for her #Twin's phantom footsteps, before hurriedly catching up to her mother to suck bird seed out of my feeders. It's become a ritual now. Around twilight. I placed half a milk jug filled with water, apples and carrots near the feeder, too. We're in a draught and the weather is so hot you can't really breathe outside from late morning until the sun starts to set.
Momma and baby have been looking pretty lethargic lately. That won't do if they're going to survive. And, I want them to.
I have....
#Prey
#TwinFlames #1111 Post-script: "13" is a karmic debt number that reflects constant difficulty, giving the soul opportunity to not only survive, but thrive, serving as an example of perseverance, fortitude and sheer will to others. Those with a soul number of "4" from "13" or "31" have this karma. Anyone with this combination in their chart will experience resistance but don't get frustrated. Apply patience. You were built for this. You were made to not only be successful, but be successful against all odds so you might inspire and motivate others to do the same.
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