My client and I were sitting in chairs, enjoying the sun. The March wind was mild and the bright green grass created a beautiful carpet leading up to the social hall. During the dream consultation counseling session, a hawk had featured prominently. My client had dreamed of a raptor flying toward her, coming closer and closer. Birds of prey have incredibly powerful eyes. They can see things clearly at a great distance. The dream image had its eye on the cat in the midst of the people and swooped down quickly. Raptors strike without warning. They grab their victim with piercing talons, carrying them aloft toward father sky. Because of the hawk’s behavior profile, native peoples regard the symbol of the raptor as a spiritual messenger, one which sees the future and alerts the dreamer to expect a surprising event or message.
In ancient Greece the eagle was the sky god’s familiar and Zeus often dispatched his eagle as his messenger and agent. Perhaps the more notable examples of this were his abducting the shepperd boy Ganymede, who became the symbol of the Aquarian Age, the Water Pourer, and sending his eagle to help Psyche (the soul) in obtaining water from the source of the river Styx high up in Olympus. In both cases the Father God, Zeus, is motivated by Love. (Love is Eros, the Greek god; Amor, the Roman version.) For both Ganymede and Psyche these surprising turns of fate are synchronous events. There is profound meaning in what might be considered a random event.
Synchronicity is a meaningful coincidence, and one such surprise drove into the parking lot as I finished the session. The goddess in disguise looked to my human eyes as though she were an elder woman, dressed casually in men’s clothing. She wore a tee shirt which betrayed her feminine nature and her age. She wanted to know if the Liberal Catholics were Charismatic. I told her a little bit about the history of the old catholic church of Holland and how it split off from the Roman Church in 1723 over an authority issue, which attracted the English Theosophists who were ordained Anglican priests in the 1890s. Having translated the liturgy into English and launched a free thinking catholic tradition into the British Empire, the Old Catholics got a new name in 1916, Liberal for ‘free thinking” Catholics. Her next comment and question got me wondering if she might be the goddess Athena in disguise.
She began telling me about some past life regressions she had recently had with a spiritual intuitive. She remembered being a man, a young idealistic MD who served the Third Reich at Auschwitz, who “witnessed 500 people take their last breath” and whose early death created the karma of this life. She was a hospice worker, who served the dieing. Now her work was finished and she was leaving town, following the spirit, which is what had directed her to drive up to the church in the first place. That prompted me to ask her if she had ever heard of the channeled teachings of the Native American Avatar called White Eagle. I told her how I was given my name by the eagles on the Puget Sound in Washington State and how I later discovered the story of White Eagle,who explains the after life to fearful humans, as the beautiful place of learning created by the Loving Father Creator.
Not only had she heard of White Eagle, but she said that she had just taken her entire collection of White Eagle’s writings out of storage and knew that spirit was directing her to deliver them to me. As she handed them to me she confessed that she had bought them new and had never read them. “They all were sent from England and I have been keeping them for the right moment. This is it.” She wished me well and drove off. Each book has the symbol of the White Eagle Fellowship on the cover, just like the one inside the social hall of the church. It is the Native American circle quartered by the cross of the four directions with a five petaled white rose superimposed upon the Star of David, which is itself superimposed upon the cross. Synchronicity strikes again, this time in the form of Zeus’ daughter Athene, disguised as a hippie grandmother.