YASSS! Thank you for that. I needed a fist bump. But, here's a story for you about a dead raccoon that the Big Guy will back me up on. Not that he was there, but we still talk about it. Because I called him after the raccoon left.
Some years ago I nailed a raccoon that was already nailed by the time I got to it with my truck, it was horrific as it lifted his tiny head just as my headlights were aimed at hims eyes. I tried to swerve but it wasn't worth losing control of my vehicle to avoid missing hims already dented body. I cried, oh lord did I cry.
Then, a few minutes after my snot bubbles subsided the fooker showed up in the passenger seat. Hims litto hands propped up on the dash board.
He looked at me and shrugged.
I nearly lost control of the truck again.
He then began telling me that it would be nice of me to drop him off at a "chicken box" store.
What the heck was I gonna do? I got off the highway and found hims a KFC and he fist bumped me as I drove into the parking lot.
And disappeared.
Evidently, KFC is a city raccoons heaven?
I wish I was making this up, but I'm really not. So you talk to as many crows as you want. My son does.
Chicken box store, huh? What a cute name for it. Raccoons are so clever.
Well. Let me tell you something about my brief life as a racoon. I would say this gives me chills but after opening my mind up to everything's possible, it doesn't, really.
I was going to the river for a drink of water. It was night, but not too late. River was on the other side of the road, down an embankment. I saw the headlights and had no idea wtf they were. Then I remember being inside the cab of the car, seeing dashlights and such. That's about it, though.
If that was me and you then I'd have to say thanks for taking me to the chicken box store! But lots of raccoons get hit by cars, so...
I wondered.
Yes. That's a strange thing to say, but honestly, what if we share some kind of "over soul" with our Animal Companions?
Being a cat, once upon a time ... I have memories. They continue too. And I'm connected to OTHER cats.
shrugs
Who is to say that you didn't connect with the Raccoon God!?
I don't say "spirit animal" because I have too many First Nation friends who, while understanding my Celtic heritage (we do share a lot of similar traditions with the First Nation people) tend to harbor resentment for usurping certain practices, like: Spirit Animal. So, animal friend, animal companion, that's okay.
Moving on, and back to raccoons, I was near a river! Chagrin Falls, Ohio in fact. It was Spring of 2009.
We honor the Rocket!
nods to Guardians of the Galaxy
I can picture you being a cat. I feel like many cats have been cats many times over. The Egyptians were certainly aware of this.
Sometimes I get glimpses of aerial views when I look at the crows or the raptors in the air. And I'm pretty sure I've been a crow. Aside from the obvious reasons, I've always been an excellent mimic and able to spot the hawk FIRST. And I can most definitely picture my pointy raccoon nose rooting around deep inside a toppled garbage can. All of this sensitivity was vastly improved after a few doses of mushrooms. Don't need those buddies anymore, though, these days.
I was the human I am now in 2009, albeit a decade plus younger and nowhere near Ohio, but who knows how time really works. I personally feel like my current soul is assembled from pieces of other souls from a collective that I will return to eventually, but not any time soon, no matter how thirst-quenching that river looks on the other side of the road.