A few years ago I went down to my chosen haunt on the beach to join some friends and was surprised to see a number of crows dive bombing something on the surface of the sea about half a mile out. It was a spectacle that I'd never seen before and have never seen since. We could see that whatever they were focused on was flapping on the surface.
I hate seeing any animal in trouble so I took it on myself to swim out and see if I could rescue whatever it was. I admit I didn't really think this through, like how was I going to be able to swim back with a flapping crow, but I had to act. I couldn't leave it there. So into the water I went. I was quite pleased to see that one of the younger beach boys had decided to come out also on a surf board; these boys have incredible shoulders from hours of surfing and he just cut through the water. They make it look so easy and effortless!
The crows didn't hang around when he got there, but the thing in the water was still flapping on the surface. I was kind of puzzled when he didn't do anything about it, but when I finally got there I was stunned to see that the thing in the water was a bat. At 2 in the afternoon! How weird was that? We never see bats before dusk.
I was so grateful of the dude's surfboard at that point and I managed to slip it under the bat and raise it out of the water. For a moment there was such a look of relief on its face. I started to swim back to the beach trying to hang onto the surfboard and the bat, which kept deciding that the water was a safer place to be. I often wonder about the conversations I have with my animals, but I do remember talking to that bat as though it would understand me, telling it I was going to get it out of the water and everything would be ok. God that swim seemed to take forever and the current was pushing me further down the beach. Somehow I managed to get back to the beach and with jelly legs, still carrying the surfboard and reassuring the bat I made it back to where I'd been sitting with my friends.
They were equally as surprised as I had been to discover it was a bat. I wrapped it in my sarong and held it for a little while to give it chance to warm up and get its breath back. When it looked like it had calmed down and was breathing easily I put it in the tree overhanging the beach. I was so happy when it climbed up the trunk; I was afraid that in trying to hold it in place on the surfboard I had hurt it.
10 minutes later it flew off and I was so happy to see that.
That incident was to have a profound effect.
I felt so calm and peaceful after it had happened. For a few weeks I'd been battling with my inner demons trying to come to terms with a decision that was going to be life changing and I'd become depressed and unable to sense my angels. The decision I was facing was committing to a life in Sri Lanka and marrying the man I had fallen in love with; there were so many implications and it terrified me even though I wanted it too. I'd been shying away from commitment for years; I'd been afraid of letting anyone get close to me – every time anyone tried, I ran like the wind. (My friends often tell me to lock my running shoes away when they sense something is spooking me – I put this down to the horse in me). I had carefully built so many defences around myself to prevent anyone from getting close enough to hurt me.
All this had allowed me to create such intense internal static or white noise that I was unable to hear what my guides and angels were trying to tell me no matter how hard I tried. It's my belief that this bizarre incident with the crows and the bats was God and his Angels sending me a message and reassurance in a way that they knew I would not ignore.
I've been drawn to Native American totems for years and I knew that I had to discover the symbolism of these animals. This is what I found
Bat: represents death and rebirth. The death is releasing the old. Change is imminent or long overdue. Spiritual rebirth. Hanging upside down – a time of trials. Confronting fears. The end of one way of life, the start of another. Facing the darkness. ( http://www.shamanicjourney.com/article/6080/bat-power-animal-symbol-of-rebirth)
Crow: Omen of change. Spiritual strength. Creation. Seeing beyond cultural limitations. (http://www.shamanicjourney.com/article/6033/crow-power-animal-symbol-of-sacred-law-change)
Everything about these animals was so appropriate for what I was facing. If my new life was to go forward I had to release many patterns in my behaviour and face my fears – stop running, learn to let people in, make a commitment. I felt reassured and the static cleared and I was able to relax at last and let everything unfold without fighting it and more importantly without running from it.
When God sends me animals I always listen, which is why I think that my angels have been appearing to me in animal for so long.
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