Crows, Doubt, and Divine Encounters: A Tale of Self-Discovery
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Crows, Doubt, and Divine Encounters: A Tale of Self-Discovery
Marc Tagliaferri
September 29, 2023
isn’t there? These mysterious birds have a way of capturing our imaginations, with their dark feathers and enigmatic eyes. They’ve always held a special place in my heart, as if we share a silent understanding. But one day, while I was out back at work, sorting pallets beneath the scorching sun, those crows took on a whole new meaning.
As I went about my usual tasks, the two crows appeared on both sides of me. Now, I’ve always believed that crows have a way of communicating with us, and I’ve had my fair share of conversations with them. But this time, it was different. They weren’t just chatting; they were practically shouting at me.
At that very moment, I found myself in the grip of doubt, a storm of uncertainty brewing in my mind. I questioned myself, my choices, and whether I was on the right path in life. It was one of those moments when you wonder if the journey is worth it, if the sacrifices and struggles are leading you somewhere meaningful.
And then my boss, Mr. Tunstall, as I refer to him, emerged from the pallet yard. I hadn’t even realized he had been watching me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought I was going a little crazy, as the crows were screaming at me.
As my eyes met his, I knew he could see the turmoil in my eyes, the cloud of doubt that hung over me like a shroud. Without a word, he nodded at the crows, acknowledging their raucous conversation. It was as if he knew what I had been silently asking myself: “Did that really happen?”
His affirmation was like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. He confirmed that the crows’ chatter was not a figment of my imagination; it was a message from the universe. “That really happened.” he stated, and at that moment, he answered a question I hadn’t even voiced. I guess it was really going down like that.
And then, like the turning of a cosmic wheel, everything changed. It’s hard to explain, but as the crows went off, the world around me seemed to shift. People who had previously been indifferent or critical began to take notice, offering compliments, words of encouragement, and acknowledgments of my efforts. It was as if the very elements and the universe itself had conspired to make me feel welcome.
The transformation was nothing short of astonishing. It was as if a switch had been flipped, illuminating a path of newfound confidence. It was a powerful reminder that sometimes, our external world mirrors our internal state, and when we project positivity and self-assuredness, the world responds in kind.
I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the newfound support and encouragement that enveloped me. It was a stark contrast to the doubt and insecurity that had plagued me just moments before. The crows’ call had opened a door to a world where I was valued and respected.
In many ways, I use my writing as a form of catharsis, a way to process my thoughts, emotions, and experiences. It’s my way of venting to the universe, and I’m endlessly appreciative of everyone who takes the time to read my words, to listen, and to connect with me through them. It’s a form of therapy, a way to make sense of the world and my place in it.
But even as the world seemed to shift in my favor that day, I couldn’t forget the presence of haters and doubters, lurking in the shadows. They serve as a reminder that success and acceptance can be fickle, and the importance of remaining humble, even when things feel good.
As I write this, it feels like the winds of change are blowing once again. Earlier this week, I received news that after I reported an issue at the mausoleum, they’ve decided to take extra precautions to protect the final resting place of some of Angola’s founders. It’s a testament to the power of speaking up, of taking action, and of making a positive impact on the world around us.
Perhaps, just perhaps, those souls in the mausoleum are thanking me for helping preserve their memory and honor their legacy. Maybe that’s why everything seems to be shifting in a positive direction. It’s a reminder that our actions have consequences, and sometimes, they ripple through the universe in ways we can’t even fathom.
So, dear readers, let this be a lesson in the power of perspective, the magic of crows, and the unexpected wisdom that can be found in the most unlikely of encounters. Sometimes, all it takes is the call of two crows and the affirmation of another human being to remind us of our worth and the limitless potential that awaits when we believe in ourselves.
Blessed be, God Bless, and Peace. Deuces!
"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"