At
the moment of Nester’s passing, I saw him transition into the spirit world, and join a flock of spirit birds.
There were robins and blue birds and probably cardinals too, all circling around a beautiful woman in blue…she
reminded me of Mother Mary. Perhaps that is who she was, or some aspect of her. In any
case, I could tell that she was the angel, protector, and nurturer of all the baby birds who died before they really had a
chance to live.
Initially, I wondered if I had done something “wrong” to cause Nester’s death, as he seemed to be
doing quite well in the morning, but then just a few hours later, he was dying. I thought, maybe I fed
him too much or not enough or maybe he wasn’t warm enough or maybe I shouldn’t have moved him to change his papers,
and so on. But then I felt a deep presence within me saying, “It was just his time to go”.
The human in me kept thinking that if I had just done something different, that somehow, he could have survived.
This is truly human arrogance in its highest form, always assuming that if somehow we do something differently,
we can alter the course of fate, and re-write the plan of life & death. We cannot.
Later, I realized that I had discovered Nester when the moon
was passing through its “via combusta” phase….traditionally considered one of the most “dark”
and sinister times of the month by ancient astrologers. This is when the moon passes between 15 degrees
Libra to 15 degrees Scorpio (some say all the way to the end of Scorpio). This movement happens
every month for about 2-3 days, and seems to mark a time when death, decay, breakdown, and conflict are more prevalent.
I brought Nester home smack dab in the middle of the via combusta.
With the extreme heat and the astrological forces lined up against him, he didn’t stand much of a chance for
recovery. We were fighting against unfavorable cosmic forces.
A large beautiful iridescent pigeon attended the “funeral” that I had for Nester. The
pigeon flew into the backyard the very moment that I began digging the hole for Nester’s grave, next to the birdbath.
He perched at the corner of the roof of the house, looking poised & grave, a lone sentinel standing at “attention”
the entire time the funeral was going on.
I covered
Nester’s tiny body with dirt, and then place two crystals as “headstones” over his little grave.
In between the crystals, I “planted” two feathers that I had found nearby, one a blue jay feather, the
other from a blackbird. At the moment I planted the last feather, I finished my prayers for Nester’s
soul, and felt his spirit release. The iridescent pigeon also took flight from the corner of the roof at
this precise moment, as if to signal to me, “It is done”.
Even though I knew that it was Nester’s time to go “home”, I still felt very sad about losing him.
It was one of those instances where I knew I had faithfully served God in assisting in the “transition“,
and yet, being only human, it is difficult not to feel some kind of remorse or regret when something you love passes out of
this world.
The next morning the Universe sent me a “little angel” to help relieve my pain. I looked
out the back door and there was a young but fully-grown robin standing on the patio. He had the biggest,
blackest eyes that seemed to stare right into my soul. He looked at me intently, and hopped up a few steps
on the back porch stoop. When I drew nearer, he didn’t immediately fly away, but instead stood staring
at me, as if to say “thank you”.
Nester
may have had a short little life, but he was well loved. In his time of need, someone cared enough to feed
him and shelter him, and take him in. And he did not die alone. Instead, he died in
the loving hands of someone who cared for him, and received the proper prayers & burial to help him make his transition
to the next world. I pray that when it is my time and your time to go, that we may also be so lucky.
Take time to love
now. Your never know when it will be your time next to go.
Many Blessings,
Cynthia Killion, Spiritual Guide
