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Mount Torbreck experience
2 June 2019 07:53 amBushwalk
Yesterday arvo, walking up to the plane crash site memorial, I had snapped a pic of a rosella, put the Canon down, when to my right I glimpsed a gliding large bird. It glided down the mountain, crossed my path and continued gliding down to my left and behind. In the six seconds my eyes tracked the bird, I realised by its tail feathers that I was watching a LYREBIRD!
(This was the 2nd to cross my path in the last month. The first was in the Blue Mountains and it ran from left to right).
This lyrebird today... gliding... his message came in the silence of the bush, from a female, but who? Not Mum, not Grandma. Maybe from my own spirit, or Grandmother spirit. Lyrebird's message to me was of singing my own song, raising my voice, listening to my soul.
The ears of my soul are open.
The ears of my physical body are ringing and my left ear seems still to be a little blocked, even though I had them both syringed the day before.
In the silence of the bush, at altitude (approx 1500 metres), my soul was in touch with spirit. I need to sit with this lesson some more, use Lyrebird medicine in my singing bowls session this morning, and see what transpires.
Yesterday arvo, walking up to the plane crash site memorial, I had snapped a pic of a rosella, put the Canon down, when to my right I glimpsed a gliding large bird. It glided down the mountain, crossed my path and continued gliding down to my left and behind. In the six seconds my eyes tracked the bird, I realised by its tail feathers that I was watching a LYREBIRD!
(This was the 2nd to cross my path in the last month. The first was in the Blue Mountains and it ran from left to right).
This lyrebird today... gliding... his message came in the silence of the bush, from a female, but who? Not Mum, not Grandma. Maybe from my own spirit, or Grandmother spirit. Lyrebird's message to me was of singing my own song, raising my voice, listening to my soul.
The ears of my soul are open.
The ears of my physical body are ringing and my left ear seems still to be a little blocked, even though I had them both syringed the day before.
In the silence of the bush, at altitude (approx 1500 metres), my soul was in touch with spirit. I need to sit with this lesson some more, use Lyrebird medicine in my singing bowls session this morning, and see what transpires.
