posted on May, 24 2009 @ 10:31 AM
Another very strange occurence... or recurrence, I should say.
In 1994, when I was 16, a close friend of mine committed suicide.
I was shocked, and even to this day deeply saddened by his loss.
He was Native American, a member of the Creek tribe in southern Alabama. I knew his beliefs were that of his ancestors, and that his 'spirit totem'
was a red-tailed hawk.
"Spirit totem", is I understand it, was the creature that the person would return to the land of the living as.
Anyways, I attended his wake, but did not attend his funeral. My friend was a very quiet, introverted person who rarely spoke other than to me and few
of his other friends. He as a very nice person, but not outgoing whatsoever. I remember seeing many, many of my classmates who knew nothing about my
friend taking time away from school or going to 'counseling' to get out of class, using the tragic death of my friend for what I percieved as their
own greedy purposes. So I made the choice to 'boycott' his funeral, out of respect for the person I knew and respected.
The Sunday after his funeral, I spoke with a close friend and fellow church member who had attended the funeral. She told me the details, and then
told me that she had noticed a red-tailed hawk circling the ceremony for its 15 minute duration. I thought that to be a rather nice coincidence and
figured my friend would have enjoyed that.
A few months later, during deer hunting season, as I sat by myself in a tree stand over a food plot with my rifle, I looked up to see a red-tailed
hawk circling overhead. I will filled with a sense of unease, but brushed it off as mere coincidence. It stayed over me until my Father arrived at the
plot to pick me up, then it flew away, to the south.
Ever since then, if I am by myself in a remote location, a red-tailed hawk is most assuredly circling over me.
On a road trip from Pensacola, FL, to Jacksonville, FL., in 2000? Check.
On another long drive from lower Alabama to Denver, CO, in 2004? Check.
On a mission in the wilds of Africa in 2006 and 2007? Check.
I've never felt a sense of peace or relief in seeing the hawk. It always reminds me of my friend, and that does bring good memories, but also the
memories of his tragic, avoidable death and the fact that I purposely chose to not attend his funeral.