Owl Medicine

The very first night I slept out here at my farm, sometime in mid-December, 2011, was a night i’ll never forget (see First Night With a Lover blog). I was on an air mattress in a sleeping bag and my head was in the West. The minute I laid down, a barred owl hooted just outside and I could tell she was close. Owl is feared in many Native cultures as a bringer of death. If someone heard an owl, it was an omen that soon they, or someone close, would be transitioning physically out of this life. Owl medicine is perhaps one of the most complex of all the totems. In addition to being the “bringer of death” it symbolizes deep inner wisdom and the ability to see the 360 degree truth of matters, especially when they are hidden. Owl flies in perfect silence, like the grim reaper, and its night vision is impeccable. Check out this amazing experiment showing just how quiet owl is compared to a pigeon and a falcon. This spring I was sitting on my porch enjoying the quiet night, and a large shape flew just over the roof a few feet above me. Twice. I heard nothing. It was like mother nature’s stealth bomber. Owl’s silence, coupled with its amazing night vision, makes it deadly for some in the night. So when they hoot, they make their presence uncharacteristically known. No wonder it has been so revered, and feared.

IMG_7557When I built my first medicine wheel in the woods, to honor the Divine Feminine, one of the first objects I placed on the alter was an owl shaped piece of wood. It faced the west, just like my head that first night. Within a year I had found four dead owls. Last Fall during a dark time of the soul (see Dancing in the cycle of life), sitting on my deck after dark, I heard five owls in the woods (three barred and two great horned). I have been surrounded by owls since I moved here. I see them in broad daylight, hear them often at night and see their droppings in the woods. Everywhere I look, I see owl faces: in the trees, on the ground, and sometimes even in the clouds. As I type this, one hoots in the woods.

I have never been afraid of owl medicine though, because to me, death is a part of life. In the woods, something lives and something else dies every single day. Owl is a reminder to take inventory and see what needs to go, so that something else can live and grow. If I am full (especially of old stuff that is no longer useful), there is no room for anything new, or anything to grow. I am asked by owl to be vigilant and constantly cull that which no longer serves. She is a reminder that the pruning of life is healthy. We are all familiar with her question”who?” To me she also asks “what?” What is it time to let go of.

Moving out here on to the land has been so full of new experiences, because there is room for them, and owl has helped me keep my space clear. During that first sleep at the farm, I awoke in the middle of the night and had a sense that my head was in the wrong direction. I wasn’t sleeping well, and intuitively knew that my head should be in the East, the direction of the rising sun, and not the West as I had started out the night. My experience with this land is about new beginnings, new ideas, new energies, and a new way of living. That new way is all about harmonizing with everything I encounter. And through all these encounters, owl has been a constant reminder. I am strangely comforted by her voice in the middle of the night. It is as if she is telling me that all is as it should be. Because I cleaned house, something new is being born in my dream-time and she is by my side, cheering all the way.

Night Eyes
Night Eyes


I am 1 is a great paradox. One is both the individual and the unity. It is a new code, inspired by Bradley Loves’ article on “The Stand Down Code.” Perhaps it is a “Stand Up Code:” a call to action to “doing” and not just “being.” While guest speaking in a theory class, I was asked if I was concerned about the small audiences attending the concerts of music they were all studying at the Conservatory (I call it “concert music”). I asked him if his life had ever been changed by a single person or event (music or non-music related): a teacher, a mentor, a friend, a piece of music, and he said yes. My response was “so all that is needed is an audience of one.” There was an audible gasp in the room and one student actually said something about their mind being blown. It was as if a bell tolled in the consciousness of the whole room. I still have no idea where this statement came from. It was a message, received and re-transmitted, without thought or contemplation. I heard myself speaking, and received the message at the same time the students did. It was a gift whose tone I felt reverberate deep inside, up and down my spine. It was the truth of a completed circuit, now open and flowing.  It was the wakeup alarm of a deep calling: an activation, and a paradox of the highest order. IAm1.

I have had many mentors in my life. Most recently, in my decision to stay on the planet and fully incarnate (see Dancing in the cycle of life), Dr. Timir Bhakta ( DC, MS, PES, CES, FASA.) helped me jump off the feedback loop of trying to “release” stuff. Through his mentorship, I began to see how it is important to synergize (his label), synthesize and integrate (my labels) all that I am and have been. It was the disembarkation port of my long ride on the gerbil wheel of karma. The reason I had trouble releasing old stuff was because my soul did not want it released. In this life, my soul wants everything: all the lessons from past incarnations, all the experiences, all the pain, joy, happiness, sadness…ALL the feelings. To release them, is to lobotomize part of my wholeness. So I have been welcoming EVERYTHING (past, present and future) home to this body! It is time to be free of karma, and begin again. My Name is Earl had it so wrong…and at the same time, so right.

It takes the wisdom of integration, AND integration of wisdom, to make sense of the times we are in. It is so monumental, and yet, it boils down to taking care of things inside first. I am no good to the world if I do not take care of myself. Toby Evans, another teacher, has often helped me integrate and synthesize outer lessons into inner ones, so that those inner lessons can return to the world in the form of service. Each time I returned from another graduate course in Earth School, Toby would open my akashic record, and help me “put a focus on” that would draw the wisdom from these lessons home.

I recently got to know Barbara Stone (PhD), a wonderful “soul detective” who specializes in compassionate de-posession of beings of all ilk. She has also started working with “ET” implants. In a single session she helped me remove six alienScreen Shot 2015-08-05 at 7.26.08 AM
implants (harmful, neutral and helpful), from my field. These were anything from “study implants” designed to gather
information, to implants literally holding me together until I could heal
enough to stand on my own, to those designed to modulate my third eye (input!) and solar plexus (output!). This is the subject of another blog perhaps, but here I share the photo, which served as the header of my newsletter for over a year, where they were all hiding in plain sight. (*Note: i’m not saying the people in the photo are the aliens…but the aliens are represented by their shapes after I recolored the image) Since that session, my body has been realigning and healing at a steady rate.

These experiences have all opened my mind and heart to the point where stories, like Bradley Loves’, fall on open ears. The names we assign to these entities and experiences change over the years: reptilians, annanaki, jinn, demons, devils, angels, possession, the fall of Atlantis, the flood, etc. The energies do not. When describing the alien implant session, my sister-in-law Carolyn asked how my experience is different from the traditional Christian view of casting out demons, and the devil, or calling on Angels and God. In all honesty, it isn’t, we just use different labels. Both stories, and their terminology, acknowledge that there is something beyond ourselves acting upon us, with, or against, our own individual will.

There is a balance in the universe, as much light as there is dark. When balance between them is in order, creativity proliferates, when it is not, destruction reigns. My brother Jon Rudy (Peacebuilding Global) recently told me of the notion that darkness is merely compressed light. Shazam! One could also say light is expanded darkness. Expansion and contraction are the prime polarity of the universe, and regardless of how we tell the stories, Loves, and all my other mentors have the same message: keep contracting towards cohesion and integration to become the best “me” that I can, and THEN, expand into the world to help in whatever way I can. It is a time for service to ourselves, to each other and to humanity. The world does not need more celebrities. It needs individuals reaching out to each other and launching the “Stand Up Code” to move through this time. In lake’ch: IAm1, and with you.