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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 <no_re...@...> wrote: **snip > And since this is my last comment of this week, just a quick remark to you > Marek: It's nice that you have observed that I do not use harsh words as > often as before, nor do I ask Edg to get back on medication any more. Neither > do I recommend a checking as often. > The reason for this is not because I have mellowed (or perhaps a little bit) > but mainly because I see these recommendations have no effect. Unfortunately, > many of the anti-TM-bashers on this forum seems to have stiffled beyond > growth and understanding; it's simply what they live for, they are getting > old and in their desperation think that they have found an area to make a > difference during the last few years of their silly lives. In addition some > fellows here are doing their anti-TM activity on a professional basis, so why > bother ? > > I find your interest in Ravens and Crows very heartening. As a young boy of > about 6 I nutured a chicken-Crow that had fallen out of the nest with > water-milk and bread on the warm floor of our bathroom until he flew away > quite happily. Since then I am always aware of their activities, > particularily their distance to me, the angle from where they appear and the > particular sounds they are making towards my direction. > Last time I was in Kovalam Beach in India a Raven settled on my head as I was > going down the outdoor steps from my hotel-room and stayed there until I > reached the ground. :-) > **snip to end Nablusoss1008, regardless of the reasons, I appreciate very much the more tolerant posts you've been making these last many months, and only offer my encouragement. I love your crow experiences. I've had several myself, some quite profound; or at least, they affected me profoundly. When my son was just around the age you were when you saved your chicken-Crow, he found a young, adolescent raven under some trees that was hurt in some unknown way. Being a fan of Edgar Allen Poe at the time, he named the young raven Nevermore and attempted to do what you did with your fledgling. Unfortunately, whatever Nevermore had wasn't amenable to my son's loving care and Nevermore died within a couple of weeks. I discovered dead in the morning but left him for my son. It was my son's first direct experience of death and it was both hard and beautiful to see his grief over Nevermore's death. He held the raven's body close to his chest and cried, not in a child's way, but in deep and authentic grief. The raven had given him love and loss, two valuable gifts. Thanks for sharing your experiences. Jai Marek
