The high feeling hasn’t lasted. I received news belatedly from my Higher Self and guides that my lost parrot, with whom I had a strong bond, recently passed. As unbelievable as it may sound, it was the reason for my car accident a few a weeks ago. It had been inexplicable to me how, after driving only a few dozen feet from my street parking spot in search of a parking lot, I had suddenly… left my body – only to return finding myself in the middle of an intersection, having missed the stop sign, and suddenly having a pick-up truck appearing out of seeming nowhere rushing toward me from my passenger side on a collision path.
The accident was minor; no one was hurt, and only the tip front end of my car was damaged as the driver worked hard to miss me. I, of course was shaken and in shock – both from the accident, and the complete disorientation of not remembering anything in the split seconds prior to being suddenly aware of a truck rapidly approaching me and frantically applying my brakes. After the initial shock, I then experienced an overwhelming sadness that overtook me, which at the time I had mistaken for simple frustration at myself for having inexplicably caused my first accident since I had learned to drive.
This is not a completely new experience – developing a bond so deeply that I can feel a passing when I am nowhere near the subject. I had a similar experience at age 5 with my first (and only) pet dog. I was aware my father was not fond of dogs, but we (my mother and I) never thought my father would ever do anything to hurt or endanger the pup. But one morning not long after we had moved into our new home in the countryside, I woke suddenly from sleep knowing my dog was dead. I rushed from my bed, down the stairs and into the laundry room on the other side of the house – my heart in my throat – to confirm that Heidi was not in her bed. Then, in hysterics, I had rushed up to my parents’ room to wake my mother. She, of course, thought I had either lost my mind, or was suffering from the remnants of a bad nightmare. She found it unusual that my father would take the dog with him to gather things from the old house, but that certainly wasn’t an indication anything was wrong. But it had been confirmed a few hours later when my father returned home. Heidi had somehow been killed. I never understood the accident. But her loss stayed with me for years to come.
And now, Galen, the Eclectus parrot I had lost 7 years ago when he got carried away on an updraft of wind one windy afternoon after I had stepped outside with him still on my arm. The closing storm door was newly installed and had startled him into flight, and I had stood helpless, as he tried to return to me from his startled flight, but the wind had picked up… and unused to wind drafts, he had been carried higher and higher into the sky.
He was micro-chipped, so I have carried the hope that one day he would be scanned and returned. We knew he had been found from a description of a woman provided by a neighbor who worked at a local pet shop. A woman describing a similar bird had entered the shop inquiring on care for an unknown type of parrot. But she obviously had no mind to return him, as my neighbor, trying to get more information from her, suspected my neighbor’s intent and hurried away.
So I had hoped and waited. Each move, I’d updated my contact information with AVID, the micro-chipping company I had Galen registered through. And now he is gone, my witty, funny, lovable friend who adored playing with children, singing and humming off-key to our favorite song “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”, who loved car trips, and introducing himself to new people. He loved to entertain me whenever I got too serious into paperwork and shut him out of the office; he would fly to the door frame outside the closed door, and hang precariously outside, upside down. I would hear his talons scrabbling frantically over the door frame and open the door to see a parrot hanging upside down, bat-style, above me. I laughed every time.
So, which of the 7 Universal Laws do I use to pull me out of this one? The Law of Allowing? Perhaps I need to allow myself to fully feel the grief of loss of my dear friend, and allow that I will never enjoy his company again. I need to allow that I made the mistake of stepping outside with him unsecured on my arm, and allow for the person who found Galen to be as she was. I need to allow that the vets in Delaware do not make a habit of scanning birds for microchips. And I need to allow for my life to continue on, as it must.
Perhaps I also need to apply the Law of Polarity, which basically represents the two extremes, or poles, of every situation. Within every tragedy can be found its blessing. I’m going to have to think creatively on this one. Perhaps Galen benefited the woman who found him in profound ways that will make positive ripples all around her. Perhaps my life needs room from caring for a small companion so that I will be free to travel in my new line of work. Perhaps I may touch others with my story of loss.
I will allow myself to feel the pain of my loss, and I will fondly remember the fabulous years I did enjoy living with my small, witty and verbacious (is that a word?) friend. And I will still strive to appreciate the Law of Deliberate Creation, where I create what I desire in my life. I will always love you, dear Galen. May you experience the wings of Pure Potentiality in your new state of freedom.