The Vulture Soars Higher than the Eagle: Ode to the Vulture
This writing is directly inspired by the these Oracle cards I pulled for myself after facing a certain truth about certain people in a very specific situation. I was trying so hard to ignore the red flags. I wanted so desperately for everything to work out. I was recently FORCED to see the situation for what it was. Falsities and Secrecies. PERCEPTION. Perception is KEY. I always ask my spirit guides to talk to me through music, today while in the car, a song I never heard before by I Prevail came on: “crossroads”. It resonated so hard especially after facing the reality of having to release this situation I placed so much time, energy and hope in. Grief is a bitch.
O Vulture,
Dark Mother of the upper air,
you soar higher than the eagle.
Distance releases the grip of fear.
The hidden becomes clear.
From your great height every wound, every shadow, every enemy are exposed.
Nothing escapes your ancient sight.
Teach me your vision.
Lift me above Anger and Sorrow until I can see the wound and the wisdom,
the enemy and the hiding place,
the shadow and the gold concealed within it.
Let my sight, MY PERCEPTION, become as merciless as yours.
May my sight become clear enough to recognize the enemy,
whether it waits beyond me, or speaks with my own voice.
When my old life finally falls silent,
guide me downward without fear.
Let me gather what remains.
Help me carry it into the furnace of my heart,
so that I may rise again, altered.
Blackness made luminous.
Grief made medicine.
Death made passage.
Shadow made wing.
O Vulture,
Sovereign of the Threshold,
Circle above me.
Show me what must be surrendered.
Show me what survives the fire.
Show me how to make every ending
A WIDER SKY.
