A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. Lou Holtz
Starlings are some of the most ubiquitous birds on the planet: seen in Asia and Europe as all-black, in north Africa and western USA, bespeckled with silver. They are also the most adaptable. They are equally at home in open Scandinavian farmland, the mountains of Scotland and over the ocean bays of the Northwest Pacific coast. They flock in ‘murmurations’, dancing at dusk before they swoop to their pre-roost. Then, just as suddenly, as if on a signal by a starling commander, they flip upwards to the sky once more, perform a reprise and –communally, as one — head for bed. Sometimes there is a twitter, a single juvenile not quite in tune with the rest, but mostly their flight is silent, except for its enormous “swoosh” as a thousand birds murmurate overhead. For a mere human, rooted to the ground, it is a seminal experience; a writer-friend says “gotta put this on my bucket list: see a murmuration before I kick it”. For the starling, it is an exercise in group consciousness. A pre-nap flex of those compact little bodies, as if to celebrate the last of the light.
As with many animals — the cetaceans, the wolves — the starling’s group consciousness shows how far we humans have strayed from our own instincts, our intuitive ability to sense the emotions, the loves and fears of our fellows.
A wolf knows the difference between an inconvenience and a catastrophe Clarissa Pinkola-Estes Women Who Run with the Wolves
It is our instinct, says Dr Clarissa Pinkola-Estes, American poet, author of ‘Women Who Run with the Wolves’, 1995, and Jungian psychotherapist, which women are reasserting, re-educating their families to recognize, allowing the long-hidden feminine ‘knowing’ to come back into its own. She likens parental instinct (often in both parents — not just restricted to the female source) to radar.
“A mama’s, papa’s heart tracks the presence, speed, direction, and distance of the swift-flying hearts of kidlettes… where those beloved flying objects are positioned, at what altitude, in what condition they are traveling. This is a normal state in nature, for the older to keep track of the young.” She believes that the mother-father-radar can track other objects of like kind. That this same radar can “map the surfaces of other ‘objects’ in the same sky… including their density and intents, whether near or far away, so as to sense ‘what else’ is ‘out there’ in the universe their lovelings travel day and night.” She is convinced human instinct just needs to be fostered for it to return alive and well to the human heart; that fear — exaggerated by Culture, bombarded by Media — dents and dulls instinct, damages its natural flow. But intuition can be repaired. She tells a sweet story to illustrate how.
THE WOLF OF GUBBIO
“There is a little story in our family told about the wolf of the village named Gubbio. In our highly unconventional Schwäbisher version of the Gubbio Wolf, St Francis of Assisi who could speak to the animals, spoke to a Wolf the villagers madly feared for all its growling and staightlegged and ears-forward postures in the roads and behind the homes.
“Gentle Francis praised Wolf for her many attributes, but also whispered to Wolf, ‘Dont act quite so scary with the villagers, you know, keep some of the things you know and see to yourself… instead of always growling or barking them out over every little thing. That way the villagers will not fear you. And you can still see what you see, know what you know, and if need be, react accordingly.’“And Wolf agreed to do thusly, and loved St. Francis because Francis was gentle with her, and did not chastise her… but instead, taught her to remember her best self again.
“And thus, in our family the old people told the story that the Wolf from that day forward to whomever asked, would share her thoughts and ideas with whichever human being thought to ask Her about her far sight, her keen sense of smell and hearing, and her ‘tasting the air’.”
Women who run with the Wolves, 1992, 1995 C. Pinkola-Estes, American poet, post-trauma specialist and Jungian psychotherapist.
….Like an alert and healthy wolf, many a mother’s heart, a father’s heart carries a radar system in order to herd, teach, protect the vulnerable and the young…**
So, it happens that we, the human race have been gearing up to 2012, sensing with greater or lesser instinctual knowing, that something is afoot. It’s not just that solar radar is shooting flares at us in gay abandon — the current ‘radiation storm‘ causing anomalous weather, high-latitude aurora borealis and electrical blackouts — but deep in our cultural memory, our Oversoul anticipates and prophecies foretell something earth-shifting to take place as one World Age grinds to a halt and a New World Age starts up its engines.What this new world will be, we still do not know — and unknowing has traditionally been the death of the logical mind. But there have been and continue to be many signs: from the Occupy movement statement of zero tolerance by our Youth, now two months down the line; to the much-vaunted-and-analyzed Long Count Calendar of the Maya, spiraling to a close in just over one year from now, December solstice, 2012, when coincidentally the Earth, Sun and Solar System will come into close alignment with Galactic Center. It is the moment the Maya foretold that we come into alignment with the Sacred World Tree, that deep chasm in space at the center of the Milky Way where we shall re-enter our Cosmic birth canal. Looking back over the crop circle season of 2011 in England – and not forgetting a number of surprise Southern hemisphere appearances in Brazil end-October/early November, it seems we have been prompted many times to trigger our cultural folk memory, our Group consciousness, into desire to return to our ancestral roots: not just in terms of retuning into our Earth Mother — to care for and nurture her — but to our celestial roots where we rendezvous in December 2012 with the birth canal from which the solar system sprang: symbolized by the classic Ouroboros, serpent of wisdom and all knowledge, consuming his own tail. In Central American legend, when the serpent swallows his beginnings, New Man emerges from the serpent’s throat, reborn, rejuvenated, re-instructed in the wisdom of the spheres.
Unlike the internet system of ‘artificial intelligence’ of just one decade ago, the network most of us call our alternate home is burgeoning with spiritual advice, distance healing, consciousness-raising exercises and support groups. It is as if, in a few years we are being groomed to elevate our consciousness, ourselves, our Group Mind and hone our new knowledge and our Instinct in any way we can, in order to prepare ourselves for a meeting with our Greater Selves: it is as if the Attractor at the End of Time is calling us to become one with All that Is. And, unlike a few years ago, the concept is now less daunting. We are becoming accustomed to the idea that we ARE, as Carl Sagan once said, Children of the Stars, and that we are returning Home.
Feels good, doesn’t it?
** Dr Pinkola-Estes is a miracle woman/wolf in Jungian clothing. When she authored the first edition of WWRWTW in 1995, certain pages were edited out (who could edit out such wonders?). Be that as it may, she is now offering access to these missing gems and posting them on her Facebook page. Do visit and *like. You will be glad you did. MCY