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Oct.15,2015
Heather….LAST PAGE, Line is a TITIL to yet ANOTHER Story….page 447 or
pagwe 448. Nothing there AFTER. Yup, some r missing, hon. ???
Id like to ADD THIS Story in Shorts as well. Anywhere u see fit. (PLEASE
DONT LOSE THIS. It is THE ONLY ONE written n UNSAVED).
SONGS OF THE OWEL
Grandfather had an exstreamy dangerious “job” ahead. One he didn’t know if
he’d come home from. He’d allready written severl letters to his loved
ones, AND his Will. It was THAT Dangerous.
Now it was time to relax. He did so in his faverit way; A Long Hot bath.
Laying back he shut his eyes and began talking to God. Giveing Thanks for
WHATEVER layed ahead. “I’m in ur hands, Sir. Help me compleat this orderd
work…live or not”…………
At that saying, sudenly an owl right outside the bathroom window began to
hoot. To most NAs the owl is a ‘sign’ that brings anxitity and
fear…..”Fortellers of Death”. Grandfather welcomes them, and thier
messages. He appreaceates thier tellings…and feels sad other NAs don’t
understand.
To Him, they are welcome friends. Aho?
Still, here was an owl….”Teller of Death”, HOOTING right outside his
window….but the HOOT….well, tho it sounded like ANY “hoot”….was
DIFFERENT!
“WHAT!?” Grandfather thought. “W H A T”!
The HOOT WAS a SONG!
Yes, the owl was SINGING! Actualy SINGING!
“HOOT HOOT HOOT” was all that ANYONE ELES would, or COULD, hear. But
grandfather, on this night, was given “Speciel Ears”. NEVER had he heard
setch.    EVER!
The song being “sang” was a LOVE SONG! a CALL to any “gals” ‘out there’
that could hear his voice. His MATEING CALL! and it was BUITYFULL!
Suddenly all the tensions stored within grandfathers’ body, relesed. He
bacame TOTOLY relaxed. GOD, through the bird, was telling him “I LOVE
YOU…FEAR NOT”.
And he fell asleep.
Sis, again I HAVE NO COPY. DONT LOSE THIS, PLEASE! GB re
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Great story. Thanks for sharing it, Heather. Once I was starting a fire in my parents fireplace. the fire wound not start and just smoked – I wondered what was wrong. Then I was hit by a cloud of ashes and a owl flow in my face and over my head. I was covered in soot and ash. Then it began flying circles around our living room. Thinking quickly I ran to the basement for my Mums laundry basket – ran back up stairs – saw the owl perched on out TV. Then it took off again. I manged to catch it using the clothes basket then carefully released it outside. It perched on our swing set hooted a few times saying “thanks man” and took off. That owl stayed around our house for several hears and would hoot when I was in our back yard. Later in life I still have encounters with owls – yes they may symbolize death to NA people. I don’t know much about that – never received that teaching. What I know is when they do show up – things change – don’t fear change – to quote Blue Oyster Cult “Don’t FEAR the reaper.” To distill this further: Don’t FEAR.