The Birds' Way Book 6

“Calca”

Says the raven.

Numerology: vowels 1+1 = 2

All letters: 3+1+3+3+1 = 11

2 energy going to 11.

Just like my full name vibration.

Non-fiction

Lesson 174: Nature News Blog 

Lesson 176: 13 Numbers Update

Lesson 178: 1 and 8

Lesson 180: Nuthatch 4>5

Lesson 182: Fishbowl

Lesson 184: Terrarium

Lesson 186: Sixth Sense

Lesson 188: Windshield Wiper

Lesson 190: Visitor’s to My Birch Tree

Lesson 192: Psst

Lesson 194: 56

Lesson 196: Detached

Lesson 198: IC Rediscovered

Lesson 200: MC Realized

Lesson 202: The Mind’s Eye

Lesson 204: Forgotten 0.75

Lesson 206: Action Your True Age

Lesson 208: Survivor Bird

Lesson 210: Hold On a Minute

Lesson 212: Spark of Light

Lesson 214: Constellation Level

Lesson 216: Sayings

Lesson 218: Sun Versus Moon Travels

Lesson 220: 6 Family

Lesson 222: Venture

Lesson 224: 888

Lesson 226: Spirit Bot

Lesson 228: 6 Above and Below

Lesson 230: 1 and 4

Lesson 232: 6 Years Late

Lesson 234: Waterfall

Lesson 236: All of Winter Detachment

Lesson 238: The War is On

Lesson 240: Like Talking on the Fly

Lesson 242: 1111

Lesson 244: Less Tech

Lesson 246: First Spring Birds

Lesson 248: Bird House

Lesson 250: So Small

Lesson 252: Moose Wolf

Lesson 254: Snow Waves

Lesson 256: One Warm Day

Lesson 258: Next Day

Lesson 260: People Energy

Lesson 262: Zodiac Numbers

Lesson 264: One Stick

Lesson 266: Cloud People

Lesson 268: Bird or Animal Names

Lesson 270: Ponderings

Lesson 272: Roosting

Lesson 274: More Everything 6

Fiction

Lesson 35: 8

Vibrations: 

Lesson 276: 1>8

Lesson 278: 1>11

Lesson 280: 11>3

Lesson 282: 6>5

Lesson 284: 2>6

Lesson 286: 1>4

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How the birds influence me:

July 13, 2020: spring’s young birds were eating with their parents; leaves near full bloom. The sun moved into astronomical Cancer.

July 16, 2020: the air has changed to a mixture of dry and cool or hot and humid.

July 24, 2020: The word Aquarius has an 8 vibration while Capricorn has a 7 vibration (Book 1). Ophiuchus has a 3 vibration.

August 2, 2020: Saw an osprey when I was standing outside a hotel in Timmins. When I returned to Moosonee and waited by the docks for a boat taxi, I again saw an osprey, this time much closer (patience was the message). 

Saw a sandhill crane in the plane upon take-off as another passenger spotted it and wondered aloud what kind of bird it was. I provided the answer. Message: to stay grounded while also being comfortable in water (http://turtlezen.com/crane.html#:~:text=Sandhill%20Crane%20Keynote%3ALongevity%20and%20Creation%20through%20Focus.%20To,you%20how%20to%20express%20your%20own%20feminine%20energies.).

August 3, 2020: Saw another osprey. Three in a couple of days when I could go weeks without seeing one.

August 4, 2020: Five baby crows together. The sun about to move into Leo, or according to the playing crows, it already has.

August 5, 2020: Feeding flocks: starlings with red-winged blackbirds; and gulls on their own with their young. All birds flying together. The starlings are synchronized. 

August 13, 2020: The flowers that I planted in June started to bloom. The deciduous trees are lusher this year.

August 17, 2020: Two baby crows joining the starlings on the power line with the starlings moving away. The crows followed the starlings to the spruce tree. Guess they thought they would follow the flock even though they were of a different species. 

August 18, 2020: The first gray jay spotted since last winter.

October 16, 2020: Moth in library – let it back outside. 

October 17, 2020: Complaining crows on posts and tree tops as I left home. A raven croaks in the distance. A crow soars over me. Psst says the finch (I like the sound of this one. What do you have to share with me?).

October 18, 2020: Still see a robin hopping about (alone). 3 moths at kitchen window.

October 19, 2020: Moth on the front door after I closed it. Later found a dead moth in the library. 

October 23, 2020: A pine siskin hit the living room window. Others were feeding on birch tree seeds. 

October 30, 2020: Saw five geese fly over the neighbourhood. 

October 31, 2020: Thought in my morning sleep about cosmic shockwaves. 

December 26, 2020: A cloudless late afternoon. Jupiter was spotted on the left upper side of Saturn. I missed the Great Conjunction due to clouds and a snowstorm. Both planets are quite far apart from my place on earth. Jupiter is ahead of Saturn as both proceed through Capricorn.

Longitude, Latitude, Altitude are used from the nearby Moosonee Airport using pilot vectoring from the site of: https://skyvector.com/airport/CYMO/Moosonee-Airport. Note: depending upon where you live, these numbers will change for you. Also, if you live in a high-rise building, then you should include that information too in your altitude (the lower you go, the more grounded you are). For me there is no change from last year.

Month + Day + Year (current)

Hour, Minute, Second for daily charts and the chart maker found on Athen Chimenti’s website: https://masteringthezodiac.com/sidereal-birth-chart-calculator/. You also should watch Athen’s daily or weekly forecasts, he has a wonderful voice and energy about him. 

I am starting to listen to my intuition more this year. Thoughts or words appear in my mind to guide me forward.

First Name + Middle Name + Last Name (may change if you are a her and get married)

Age: 56 (now as of September 4, 2020)

In a 3x3 magic square, I have all numbers covered but 1 and 8. What I am missing is 1 and 8 in my life. 

My current supervisor is a 1 which is the number of a leader. Fitting. I have to learn something about leading from her. 

8 is the number of business. Infiniti if turned on its side. Where or who is the 8?

Footnote: Remember from Book 1 that I was born in a 2-year, 9th month, 4th day. If you add up 2+9+4 = 15 or 6. My first name is 4 to 5, middle name is 7 to 3, and last name of 9 to 3. That leaves out 1 and 8.

4 values. Where is 5? In the center with the other planets and energies. 

Around the 5, everything moves. Changes. Always changes. We change. 

We change our outlook, our perspective, our friends, our families, our homes, our places to stay, our work, or least I do.

Windows on two sides. Everyone can see in. Work work work and lead. Sometimes swim in circles. 

When planets are on a certain degree in Sagittarius, where Salacia was at birth, I see visions which I am propelled to paint. This fish painting came to me during my sleep when Jupiter was there, except it was just this fish amongst a dark background, but when I painted it, I made changes.

I am earth-bound now. I fit into the walk the earth group. I hang out with books, space, furniture and plants. People can look in from the hallway windows. They can also look in from the road through the outdoor windows. Two walls of glass, two walls are solid. One of the solid walls has library shelves filled with non-fiction books. A perfect place for a writer to work out of. 

Oh, and the number of the room is 105 which sums to 6. 

Knowing. Instinct. Intuition. Detachment needed from: body, mind, emotions, socializing. My sleep mind senses things: visions, instructions, smells, hears, it thinks.

One year, double Saturn (2 of hearts). The next year, double Venus (Jack or 11 of hearts). According to the playing deck cards. Side to side like a windshield wiper. A swift change like the bird. 

Even to odd. 

56 is even. Or is it odd? 5+6=11 is odd. Numerology says that 11 is just 11, a higher expression of 1. Or is it even? 1+1 = 2 if it is a Saturn year as the Saturn magic square only goes from 1 to 9 when you sum any number to a single digit. Might explain my life too. Being a 2 going to 11. Or is it 2 staying as 2 as 11 = 1+1? A shaman. Yet there is an 11 level. Heaven level. 

Venus at birth in Cancer: a love of home and family. Memories from growing up. Caregiving.

Venus in Leo: love of play, drama, from the heart.

Venus in Virgo: diet and exercise. Food and walking, a few times a day each when working in the school.

Progressed Venus in Virgo, looking for a cook or am I the cook? I am the cook every day! Guess I am supposed to love cooking with my progressed Venus there. 

Saturn was in Aquarius at birth. Progression. Like a progress report in teaching. All of life is progress. Humanity too is supposed to be progress. All for one, though it does not seem that way, the 1% might have it all, 99% dream of having what the 1% has or at least the comfort of money. 

Saturn is now in Capricorn. Government. Police. The military. All focused on Covid, limiting us to essential services, providing vaccines, improving health care.

This year is a double Venus year. I feel its energies more: Venus' love of values and spirit people.

Yellow butterflies, female yellow finch. Once again, like in Book 5, yellow appeared. Remember: 56 my new age = 5+6 = 11 or yellow. 

Says the canary.

The spirit world and the etheric world are linked. Spirit 9>1 while ether is 1>11. 

Saturn limits or forces an 11 to become a 2 as a single digit in the magic square. 

Totem for example is 11>1 or 2>1 is the phoenix. A totem is a phoenix. A visiting bird or animal is the phoenix and they change from day-to-day or week-by-week depending too on the season. 

1>11 is ether. Looked at the clock, 1:11.

One cent is 0.01 = 1 day at a time. 

Writing in a library is the present with books written in the past. 

Our time is approximate at best. 

Pre-stress = worried about the future. 

Value people not things beyond those necessary.

The totems or animals are in the sky too and make up constellations. 

Six of cards = 4+2 shapes. 

Space   time   money

Space = constellations and everything else. 

Or 11. Collaboration. We cannot do it alone. We must work together. 

Every 7 years I have a big wave in life. Every 7th wave is the biggest. This being big but not biggest then. 

56/7 = 8 

My eighth wave of 7.

In my 28th year, I thought it was Saturn that gave me Soul Battle Lessons/visions. I checked my astronomical astrological chart for when I was 28, and Neptune (visions) and Mercury (messenger) were conjunct in Sagittarius the sign of perceptions. 

28+28 = 56. At the same above point in Sagittarius is Jupiter at the time of this writing with my progressed IC headed there too. The outer planets of Pluto and Saturn are already further ahead plus Neptune, Chiron; personal planet Mars; Uranus; Eris. Only Mars of those just listed will pass over this point (plus the moon, Mercury, Sun and Venus) in years ahead in my lifetime.

Explains the animal visions in my sleep: moose, fish and probably me heading back to my Venus source in another 28 years. 

My Salacia was below the Dolphin constellation that represents intelligence. 

What can I achieve between now and 56+28 = 84 yeas of age?

Neptune in Aquarius or 8 energy. Hear, speak, smell, see. Not: touch, taste. Friends are just that … friends.

With Covid-19, I have to love everyone including siblings, nephews, and great nephews and nieces the same, spiritually. I might see them, or hear them, but cannot be physically near them. I must respect their bubble space. 

You still can touch someone from a distance or from the other side with warmth. 

The IC is the Soul. At birth, mine was in late Virgo. I discovered it in my astronomical natal chart during Mercury retrograde in the fall of 2020 as a new moon was near it too. 

As we get a year older, our IC progresses a degree. Speed it up in life, when my progressed IC met my natal South Node (SN), all of this Birds’ Way began. The IC and SN are conjunct every 18 years: 18+18+18 = 54 which I am 2 years past. 

The sun sits on my natal IC on October 25th, a 10 of hearts day. Then it progresses over past years IC’s until December 31st (or the Joker) this year. So, every part of the year, we relive from the birth of our IC to our present IC. My future soul next year will be January 1st or the King of Spades. At the time of discovery, Jupiter was ahead of my progressed IC, catching up with Pluto, then Saturn on December 21, 2020, in Sagittarius: the natural laws, the vision, the abstract, universities and colleges. 

One day at a time. Past old me’s. Steady as she goes. 

I knew that people get that ah ha moment sometime in life. I am learning that many get it when the IC and SN converge. You experience life much differently afterwards. Talking to others you realize that many have not gotten it yet. 

The IC is only half of it as the other half is the MC. Only after the crossing of the IC and SN and likewise the passing of the MC and the NN does the major change occur. 

As a K-12 teacher, I need to be with my MC in Gemini. Keep life simple like The Birds’ Way (flying through air). If on land, to eat, then that is Virgo where my IC was at birth. 

At birth my MC was in a fire sign (Aries). Lava and volcanoes. My MC then moved into Taurus with a curiosity in animals like the wolf, porcupine, moose, lynx, and elk. My MC moved into Gemini and it became the birds’ way. 

Focus on the opposite, the MC and NN. MC in Gemini and NN now in Taurus, going in opposite directions or moving apart too. Taurus is about values which remains relevant.

A white tube, I move down a step with an eye trailing me.

Closest thing I could think of is a rabbit? No, more like yang with the circle or the eye of the Milky Way. The moon was under the Milky Way at the time. At least it was going downstairs. Did not see it again that day. 

We use our eyes to see that which is before us.

What does our mind see?

A sick person on a couch?

No, a confused person on a couch. Stuck in self-pity? Yes, a rolling stomach. Yes, a bit of a headache. Stale indoor house air. Drapes closed, less light, school view blocked. 

Detach … a big wave year in a detached sign. The detached mind. The future, friends, unions, inventions, airplanes, space ships. The age of Aquarius. With Neptune there there is also the fog. Stay away from negative Neptunian things: booze, drugs, THC. Do not fog the mind and complain. Look into the mirror and see reality.  

The detached mind should be looking down at one’s self, see what they (or me) are (is) doing wrong, make adjustments and do what is right. 

Still thinking …

Should be thinking like a kid. Discovery. Learning. 

The mind’s eye is in the fifth element (ether). 

Years ago, a child in kindergarten asked me, “When you are born, you are not zero right?”

I answered right.

The forgotten 0.75 or ¾ or 9 moons.

Read left to right: nothing point seven (spirit) five (change). We are spiritual change. 

Conception is 0. Birth is at 0.75 on average and is our coming to light day. In 3 months or 0.25 from birth, we become a 1-year-old. 

My true age on my last coming to light day, why we have candles on the cake, was 56.75, and three months later, I really turned 57 on December 4th, 2020 which is the Ace of Diamonds (my progressed moon card).

On October 29th, 2020 was my progressed light day. My progressed light card is the Jack of hearts. Again, my Venus card (why too it is a double Venus year?). 

When we turn one, it is only a few months after our old birthday which I am now calling our coming to light day. 

So, for me, even though I made a big deal about being 56 and 5+6 = 11, I really am 57 now. 

5+7 = 12 = 1+2 = 3. And on December 4, 2021, I will be 58 = 5+8 = 13 = 1+3 = 4. I am now a 3 energy moving slowly towards 4. Then the 3 >4 energy is important. What words have a similar vibration?

skunk, us, potential, destination, creation, decagon, psyche, tuning, "rising sun", octaves, potential, contained, disappointment, guilty, elimination

57 is on the left or odd or outward and the logical side of our mind, going to 58 being on the right or even or inward side of our mind. Pluto and Uranus are in outgoing signs this year, along with Jupiter in late April. This being an outgoing year (while the world is being conservative with its socializing, Saturn moves up the mountain slowly and carefully).

This is a simple way to track what we should be working on for the upcoming year depending upon our age, its sum, and next year’s sum. I will put this to a test over the next year. 

There is a left tower, and a right tower. As we get older, our age is placed on a higher level.  

More gray jays appeared this fall. Survivor birds. Survivor people.

We have a choice. Happiness or misery. The fight is for survival. Common sense does not always win out. For some, there is a party to chase. There is spirit in a bottle to down. There is a buzz in a joint. There is a high to find in the mind. Or whatever, except consciousness. 

Most of the time, I choose to go on a conscious trip. To dream about what I do not have family wise and persist. Why not? A noble plan. To expand from a family of one.

On a mild day this fall, I saw a moth, moving in the warm sunlight above the snow. I choose to stay in the light too. The sun might go down early, but it and hopefully me too will rise in the morning. 

Survive. Improve. Been doing this now 57 times. You would think that my soul has mastered it (life) by now. The spirit or MC is still about 8 years young. 

Oh, gray jay and lovebird have the same energies of 2 going to 6. 

If I really change ages on December 4th ...

However, we are not a single energy (like a 3x3 Saturn magic square single number). According to this universe, we live in a duality (2>11). Saturn and Jupiter are the social planets. For me (Lesson 188: Windshield Wiper) it is Saturn and Venus (according to the playing deck cards). It is the power of 0.25 or zero point two (people) five (change). 

The only thing that rises above a duality is a third point. Where Uranus (the Ferris Wheel or grandfather time) thinks differently. 

What is my progressed birthday then? It would be 56 days after December 4th, 1964 when I was one. January 29, 1965. January = 1 + (2+9 = 11) + (1+9+6+5 = 21 = 3) = 1+11+3 = 15 = 6. So, I should be writing Book 6 in a 6 year (also too since I wrote 3 books in 2020). Whew! Somehow (intuitively) I got it right. 

What is my progressed card now (January 29)? Jack of Clubs or Creative Knowledge. Jack again being equal to 11. In Tarot it is the Fool’s Journey. Well, I try not to be a fool no more. At the time of this writing (December 26, 2020) I am 5 days away from reaching this year’s progressed IC. Confirmed today by finding a nickel in the hallway. Five cents equals five days. 

Dark to light on our original birth date. Then we are light beings upon birth. It is just that no one tells us that as we grow up, we just discover it. 

If my birth card is a 7 of diamonds or spiritual values, and I was told this at a young age then how different of a life I would have had. 

We have to find the signs through most of our life where hidden knowledge is just that. Hidden. 

Really, we were born 9 months earlier at conception. 

So, for me my conception was September 4th minus 9 months or December 4th, 1963 or (12) + 4 + (1+9+6+3) = 3+4+(19) = 3+4+1 = 8. Hey, I was conceived as an 8! Explains why I like business! 

I turned one on December 4th, 1964 which is the Ace of diamonds or new value. I am learning about values for years now since I discovered the card deck’s true meanings. 

I am the right eye of the centaur, with the sun on the bow being pulled back. To where do I sight in the darkness? Up high at the waxing moon, a moving target, full moon nearing?

Wax like Jupiter. Wane like Saturn. The moon has limits. 

The moon is drifting past the Pleiades into lynx territory. Orion chasing the animals. Lynx and Sirius behind. 

The lynx in the tall grasses, emerges onto the roadway and across, gone into the tall grasses again. 

It is hunting, a rabbit, squirrel or bird. Feed high my little friends.

Going to a graduation. A celebration. Once every year in June until my full-time teaching spirit must retire. 

Ø The future is faster than reality. If one can think about the future, then one only must wait and be patient for the reality to occur. Thinking that reality should happen sooner when it does not, leads to stress or anxiety.

Ø Minds are malleable. We need strength to think for ourselves about what we know is now right. 

Ø Pluto controls the small or micro as in our sometimes need to micromanage situations. 

Ø Never is where you need to go to grow.

At a new moon, the sun and the moon are at the same degree in the zodiac. If in the same spot, then it is an eclipse. 

At a full moon, the sun has moved only 14 degrees while the moon has moved 180 degrees. 

On the next new moon, the sun has moved 28 degrees from the point of the last new moon while the moon has moved 360 + 28 degrees or 388 degrees. The moon is a real traveler. 

Crow = 6>5

Raven = 6

Gray jay = 2>6

All birds have 6 in common. I see a lot of crows together and more than one crow or crows has a 6 vibration. Many crows = one raven. Maybe the crows are jealous of the raven as it can exist alone in 6. 

A gray jay is moving towards 6. Does it ever get there? 6 might be the target or goal, or is to be more 6 like? 

4>33.

The name of my used snowmobile. A 2015 machine. I started with 700 km. Passed 777. Past 811. Next is 888.

No need to go fast anymore in life. My back, neck and knees prefer smooth surfaces, if not, slower is OK. I can look around as I go. What do I see? Mostly tree spirits: spruce, tamarack, white popular, swamp spruce. 

Mostly flat land. Do go down to cross a creek then up the other bank. A swamp to pass through, mostly trees on either side of a tree cut winter road. Along a rim of a muskeg, up slightly on the esker, more trees cut where they got the sand. Up around here is maybe twenty vertical feet, not much when you are near sea level. 

For a long view, it is crossing the river which is quite wide. Wider on the Moose River than the Albany River. Watch the low-level clouds too as I sit with the engine off, on top of the bank and shoreline. I am almost at cloud height, see animal tracks of: rabbit, fox, martin and grouse. Only heard a crow. Peaceful. Lots of fresh air even with a new helmet on which its parts I can smell. 

Search more within my mind now and the heart as I explore on my own. A little further each ride.

I am a snowy owl. It is winter. I see something shiny in the snow. I fly down and get it. I pick it up with my claws. More heavy than light. It is not of nature. I fly it to my favourite tree. 

I look down at it. Like a small branch or bone. Bend down and grab it with my beak, then put it into the crotch of the tree, it should stay there until I figure out what it is for. 

In the dark, there is a closed door, cannot fly past there. I just bounce off of it. I can fly everywhere else if I like, well not everywhere, as far as I can get food, recharge, then digest, and go some more. Plus, I am really fussy about having the right temperatures.

Today is just a venture, no need for an adventure. Unless, I find something of an add to the venture. Many others out and about, some exploring, some going A to B, some ice fishing at a river’s mouth, some clearing trees at a future camp. Way more people have camps up river than eighteen years ago when there were none. The camps use to be down river. Many are now cabins or cottages. No wonder so many went for boat rides last boating season, they had a place to go to. I just ride, stare about the stacks of ice, a log that looks like a wolf but is just a root. A rabbit is a chunk of snow. A glimmer is the sun shining through a piece of ice. Blue sky and the warmth of the sun on a day I thought was too cold at minus eighteen degrees Celsius, but I went anyway, the machine started so off I went. 

See the rising three-quarter moon above the horizon on the way back. 

888 km on the snow machine, heading back from a trip up river (and I guess down river on the way back). Near to home. Two women snowshoeing on the river near the tip of Bushy Island. 

Not quite done my ride. Head southeast to Doctor’s Creek. Rabbit tracks on a small island with short yellow willow growing on it. Fox tracks, tracking the rabbits. Fox tracks to the mainland. 

The river is smoother, snow on top of ice. No signs of slush with this being after high tide. Up the shoreline and into the bush, weekly visit with the tree spirits, cooler out of the sun’s rays, the trail wider than last week, going to the right side into fresh snow, straddling other’s paths. 

Lots of tracks: rabbit, fox, plus some large animal: moose. To the fork in the trail, turn around in one motion, where weeks ago it took an 11-point turn because I was afraid of getting a heavy machine stuck. Look up to a short tree top, see a large puffy gray jay, what I came to see, a survivor bird. I will survive this winter and be invigorated by my snowmobile rides. 

Tiny in the wilderness and on the river. Big at home on the couch. Coffee indoors with the sun passing through the birch branches in the front yard. Saturn behind the sun. One day at a time, patience and wisdom, abundance of life some more. 

I told you to do x.

You did y.

I coded you to go forward. Look up. Turn your neck light to red. 

You looked at who ever talked.

You turned your head at me.

Then you looked at the student who asked a question.

You looked at me as I answered the question.

You looked at the students who made a comment. 

You looked over to me as I said, “It is not doing what I coded it to do. It is not working.”

“It is moving its head,” the student said. The bot turned its head their way. 

I will have to figure it out later. 

The other teacher said, “Maybe a spirit is controlling it.”

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7 is the center, 6 numbers or cards above and 6 below.

I have been back in the further north now on my sixth year in a row, with less than 6 years to retirement. Awareness of 6 in my working life.

Pl = 1, au = 4. 1 leads 4. 4 what? 4 values in or from Moose Factory: honesty, sharing, strength and kindness (5). 

1 divided by 22 = 4.5454545

Walk onto the street in the morning, see a bird flying towards me, stop and look at it closely: a female pine grosbeak. Flap flap flap glide. Watch it fly by, spot the moon. Of course. Just more than one-quarter waning phase. Over the school. 

Onward with my newer attitude. Another day of caregiving to children, teaching. 

Feel stronger. Planets in different places now. Five planets in astronomical Capricorn: Mercury, Sun, Jupiter, Saturn and recently Venus. In days so too will be the moon. OH! 6 planets into Capricorn. All business and no monkey business (Dr. Standley). Focus on the career. I wonder how many others are doing that?

Six years to the day that my mom left the earth. 

Fading light. No electricity. My light within still shines. I have self-care work to do. To rest and recharge, more caregiving tomorrow.

The populous like to escape reality at the end of the day, to suppress intuition/the subconsciousness at night as we trick ourselves, our perceptions, our minds as supplied by: music, TV, movies, alcohol, drugs, open Internet. Landing on us like a waterfall.

Of spirit, of body, of mind, then into the waters of emotion and spring.

The cold months of the year are cold detachment. Little one can do alone on this earth. 

In the town or city, I feel like a bird. In nature I too am small, a speck.

Past 999 km on the snowmobile. An ending of hyped life. Frozen. Cold. Foxes, wolves and rabbits hiding, I look for them, but do not see them. Only at home do the birds visit me: crows, chickadees, gray jay and occasionally a woodpecker in the birch tree; raven and pine grosbeaks in the distance.

What is the big deal? Waiting. Forever waiting, for the next big thing in life. The next stage. 

So much energy in the career. Waiting for others to catch on. I do share with those willing to listen … 

One year into this Covid. Students still willing to learn in person. Teachers willing in the most, to do their part. Doing my best to lead. Spurts of energy, recharge, go to work each week.

A yearly battle for territory. What was mine a year ago, you cannot have today. You can be two, but I will bring in two more. In the distance is another. 

You might be bigger, but we are louder. Being smaller we can fly in smaller spaces. You do not like it when we peck at your wings. It is harder to fly with less feathers.

I can send an email, but they might not see it I think. When they see me they say: “Oh about your email, I’m doing …” If I send an email, then I would expect an email back. 

Oh no, people will share when I fly by.

When I was younger, I was like a chicken with its head cut off was the expression. Going one place, then another and then another, go go go. Think and do.

Now I am a mindful bird. Sending emails during Covid like a chicken while people want still to talk face-to-face.

I thought 1111 on the snowmobile would bring more enlightenment. Going to the store and back was only 3 km. Drove around the school yard until I got 1111 km.

A pastor I know, has hit 1600 km in one season and counting. He did not talk about all of the angel numbers he passed. 

11, 11 collaboration, I guess that is ahead for me, plus being practical.

Power outage: mind as well go for a ride. Caught up to a group in a boggan, decided to pass on the left, the driver pulling it turned left, off the gas and onto the brake, a few feet away from a collision on a 200-lane river. 

Up river I went, crosswind, cool on the right thumb. Turned around after about 11 km, just past South Bluff Island, switched gloves to mitts. Same on the way back, crosswind, cold on the left thumb, at least they were balanced, two cold thumbs.

I hit 1133 km. The teacher’s number. The sun is before my Chiron. The owl’s key. The wound is there, need to take care, little coffee. Trying to be more detached. Colleagues are friends, but will have to leave them soon, guess always a teacher. A preacher of spirit, met an ace of spades at the end of Aquarius, the last degree, mastery, we retire at the same time. 

The body is slowing. The mind is not.

Need a community that will affect change for all of humanity. Kindred spirits. 

Lots of crows. And some ravens. Still squabbling. Ravens building nests in early March. The cycle continues. New births ahead. 

Winter snowstorms are back to frequent. Wind from many directions. More sun now. Getting tired of tech. 

If the future is more technology and working from home, I would like to opt out. I thought I would like it, but prefer people and being out in nature. Arts and crafts take less; all those machines pulling you down into 2D. People like to spin tales in 3D, same cycle as birds, have some young, and they have young. I teach them all the same. Connecting through machines when we cannot be near, soon we can be back together again.

What will they be? Eagle? Osprey? Gulls? Starlings?

The winner: the starlings, the first spring birds in a small flock of about 7 (March 16, 2021).

I wanted to buy bird house making kits for a school project. It did not happen this year. 

The starlings used the old portables instead. Three giant birdhouses. 

There was missing flashing or it was bent up in places. These were the entry points. Even two birds for the same hole. But when the crafty crow showed up, all construction stopped. 

Grass for nests was no longer needed. The crow was memorizing the location of the activity. Surely it knows nests are being made and where. The starlings have flown away. So does the crow.

I watched through the windows of a classroom during a sharing circle.

Smaller than a tree. So many of them. Bigger than a bee.

Beauty … a shapely tree, pyramid top. The taller one. The one that forms a landmark. 

Need a combination of a bush road, and a place by the shore. Hope too for a city view, close to walking and biking trails. A blend of everything. 

Get lost in water. It’s people that I have to find. 

Small Paul. How much can I affect the world in a positive way?

I am a moose. I am a wolf too. I am first a moose and then a wolf. I cannot be a wolf moose or I would eat my other half. 

I am a moose that defends against my wolf self. I eat vegetarian while my wolf self likes meat other than me. 

To live or survive I must eat other moose. Strange relationship. I can eat any moose, but one. If I eat one, then I am only one-half, me, alone. With moose we are one, more, wholeness.

Life is full and complete when wholeness is respected. I walk with moose. We watch out for each other as we eat our food. We live along the shoreline. Many a rabbit for me. A moose would be too much. Yes, a moose would be too much.

You can say we are friends.

Balance. Respect. Co-existence. 

Confidence and humility.

Up and over, down onto hard packed snow. Riding snow waves.

Up over soft snow, floating, gliding. Down onto hard reality. Both of the past fallen snows. Better to ride in sunshine, spring clouds float past with the wind. The sun is warm, the wind is cold from the north, drifts wide from the north to narrow in the south. The dreaded crosswind, cold on the thumbs.

Me bobbing around on the snowmobile. Probably softer hits than on water waves. The suspension taking the hits. No suspensions on boats.

Soon the snow will melt, future clouds, future spirit.

Only saw a diving crow on this ride. Dove and did a barrel roll, glided up. Looking for leftover scraps of an eaten rabbit, squirrel, or other bird. Down the shoreline, then up, as I went the opposite ways. Where would I set up a camp?

Snow waves for now. Like riding clouds in my head.

April 9, 2021. Seeing the first flock of grackles, must have red-winged blackbirds too. A line of six geese in the distance heading north. The usual crows, ravens and now starlings flying about. The snow melting. T-shirts worn. Students splashing in puddles. Temperature high of 13.8 degrees Celsius. Not the warmest, but there are red-winged blackbirds amongst the grackles, noticed on my after-school walk. Plus, snowbirds flying south. 

Saw a brown butterfly; flying beetles; a housefly outside. The insect world is coming alive. 

Heard a seagull was spotted.

My own lone gull. A lone robin (the first, a new beginning, spring is truly here). A lone spider.

More insects and birds each day, to share the land, air, water, under the sun and streetlights.

As the temperature warms and the snow clears, the people move more. Like black bears, out of hibernation. Birds to greet them.

After a short walk, I saw why all of the excitement, river break-up has started. The water is rising too. A north wind, pulling in the tide and with it even higher water. Trucks driving by to look at what I see on foot. The ice, past snows, becoming the river. Clearing: 6 energy or vibration. Clearing of the winter’s gifts, now part of spring, like me typing up my winter’s handwritings. Oh, and clearing of last year’s finances with taxes to do. 

I think people do not appreciate the earth’s natural medicine enough. Looking up to the stars. Buds on the trees. The insect world coming alive. Enjoying our own yards. A tree. Green grass. Sun on our faces.

In our yards yes for Covid, but we can be outside our homes. Tune out the noise making things. Apart for safety reasons, survivor reasons, for a next day.

If we are to go green, then why so many things? I do not understand. Where are the canoes and kayaks? Why all of the personal watercraft? Why must everything have a motor on it? Farther sights somewhere else but home. Why must we travel so much? Consume so much energy? Walking is healthier and needed. 

Our feet are linked with our intestines. 

Ankles are linked with the heart.

Knees and our breasts.

Forehead and kidneys.

Throat with belly button and pelvis.

Shoulders and arms with thighs.

In a polite way, walking cleans you out. 

Knowing that Aquarius is 8 energy and Capricorn is 7 (part of The Detached Mind), then the other signs of the zodiac can then be numbered with Sagittarius next, Ophiuchus is a 3 energy, Scorpio, Libra, Virgo, Leo. Up from Aquarius would be Pisces, Aries, Taurus, Gemini and Cancer. I wrote earlier that 5 is in the center. The inner numbers are from an older one of my books.

At a time. The crow selects a branch from a leaf tree. It breaks it off. Flies it to its spruce tree nest in construction. One stick at a time.

Spending so much energy. For one stick. Food surely early in the morning. 

Each cloud is a different shape. Building in the spring time. Shifting their shape. Some look like other things, some do not. Kind of like people, we are all people, but our own cloud.

Based on similar numtionary vibrations, my name translates to:

Paul = nuthatch (bird) George = lynx (animal) Vukovich = ibis (bird)

Elements:

Nuthatch (air, land); lynx (land, leaps through air, space constellation); ibis (water, air and on land).

What if the lynx in one of my email addresses is for the constellation of the same name? How did I know this in 2006? (Note: the lynx constellation extends from astronomical Taurus to Cancer according to Prometheus software).

The crows begin to roost when the sun is below the Corvus Constellation.

6 primary sets of legs on a caterpillar or butterfly. A caterpillar goes from an earth sign one year to a butterfly in an air sign the next year.