Yesterday my husband was outside and called to me, saying there was a falcon on the lawn. I went to the laundry door and looked out, and sure enough, there was a falcon standing on the grass just meters away. I had never seen one outside of captivity. I was astonished. Hawks and falcons are my totem birds. Then I looked down, and there was a small live bird in a bucket right by my feet. What was going on?
This morning I received this insight from my spiritual teachers: The bird in the bucket represents my lower self, the falcon is my higher self. Who do I choose to be? The bird in the bucket is trapped in the illusion of fear, separation and loneliness. The falcon is free to discover the joys of spiritual growth. Its journey is much harder than that of the small bird, but the rewards are greater. Who do I choose?
I choose to be the falcon.
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