Posts Tagged ‘Raven Medicine’

I am the Voice of the Raven Upon Wind.
My harsh cries echo long upon the Earth and Air:
Nothing is Forever, Not Life,
not Love,
not Death,
nor Loss.
Only change is eternal,
and only destruction
can the seed of creation form.
author unknown

Cora is a bird of alchemy! She was not gone long! As night fell she returned to my chamber. Here she dances a ritual – adding and combining, stirring and distilling. The potion she is creating in her dark cauldron contains all the elements in a very precise recipe.

When you hold the line you do not yield to the pressure of a difficult situation.

Cora by name and curious by nature the bird couldn’t be left out of anything. She flew, uninvited, into my apartment just as I was cleansing the Shadowlands deck Fergie had gifted me. Never one to be out done she bought a card in her beak that had some bird advice on it.

“Please hold the line” was all it said. I looked at Cora and Cora looked at me with one of those Cora looks. If you didn’t know her better you might think she was angry about something. But no! She is just intent on delivering her message and on being listened to. After all, as she regularly reminds me, it was her ancestors who advised Odin.

“So are you going to check out what your new fancy deck has to say about holding the line” she asked rather pointedly.

“You are not jealous are you Cora? Fergie gave me these and you have to admit that the monsters are cute!”

“So get on with it” she said, ignoring me completely. Clearly she was not going to give any talk of jealousy oxygen.

I lit a candle, smudged us both with some sage and we went into one of those Tarot style trances! I shuffled and shuffled and out came a card with a bat that looked like it had come out of a war zone or a Covid 19 life support ward.

“Goodness me!” exclaimed Cora. “That poor bat is looking a bit worse for wear!”

“It looks like it has been through some kind of major transformation” I noted.

“Well that is stating the obvious” remarked Cora. “Bit like how you looked when Fergie arrived” she added.

“Well, while I am holding the line I could try envisioning myself integrating all the things I have learned and apply these for growth” I said trying to sound intelligent and spiritually minded.

“You could do all that” said Cora rather cynically. “Or you could be happy to simply hold the line and finish the project you started when you acquired this mansion.”

With that she turned up the volume of Toto banging our ‘Hold the Line’ and flew back out the window.

She walks in beauty like the light
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies
And all that’s dark and bright
Meet in the aspect of her eyes
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Lord Byron

In Norse mythology Odin has two pet ravens: Hugin and Munin– thought and memory accordingly. Each day they leave Odin and return from “Midgard,” (literal meaning: middle enclosure) the mortal realm. In her final years, when she was living alone, my mother had a pet raven who came each day to visit. I was privileged enough to get some good photos of her.

When my alter ego, Heather Blakey, ran the Soul Food Cafe ‘Ravens’ regularly ‘returned’ from ‘Midgard’ to roost in the virtual haven she had created, bringing with them, from their mortal worlds, many thoughts and memories.

Cora is a faithful member of a clan of Ravens who has chosen to be by my side as I give fresh life to Shadwell and work intimately with the Tarot of the Vampyres. She is also a shape-changer and, as she has just shown, can reveal herself as the Priestess!

Cora brings ‘intelligence’ from the underworld. She helps make space for intuition.

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To honor the darkness of this bird’s wing, I now enable Cora to help me own the hidden interior, the parts of my past marked with shadows of unhealed wounds and unexpressed emotions. The Raven is the symbol of our own Soul. This is the side of ourselves that, according to Thomas Moore, is nostalgic, melancholy, lost in memories and dreams, rooted in the past, resisting change and seeking stability. The side of us that doesn’t want to go to the meeting in the first place and would rather stay home and rest.

Raven carried her ball of light into the sky,
so we no longer live in darkness.

The old self image must die
Death must precede the
Psychological revolution that is welling
the creative reorganization demanding to
Unblock the flow of psychic energy and
Give life new meaning

Into the cauldron Raven
Beautiful soul maiden gently places
Black seeds from my shadow
Black wormseed from my ego
to incubate, regenerate and
Facilitate rebirth

A beginning, the end
Dying to the senses, withdrawing
Voluntarily entering the dark inner world of the soul
at home in the darkness of suffering
Only in death is a greater thing born
Only within the darkness lie germs of recovery

by Heather Blakey 2007

The Raven symbolizes the home of our ancestors, our personal stories and body memories. It is distinctly earthy, and feminine.

To read more about the role of Ravens in Fantasy check out the work of Nicola at Thoughts of Fantasy. Her post is very comprehensive.