We were watching football on Sunday, which actually means cooking, doing the laundry, homework, reading the paper, etc. I haven't actually sat down and watched a football game in 13 years. It is no coincidence that Nick is 13. During my chores, I glance up and notice something in the tree in the backyard.
Creepy! This is a great photo and doesn't show that there is another house about 20 yards behind him. WE DO NOT LIVE IN THE WOODS. We only see pigeons and blackbirds. We live in the city. What was he doing here staring at us FOR HOURS? I will tell you what he was doing. In almost every culture, this guy is the symbol of death. When I was selling slot machines, some genius in Australia designed a game with an owl on the reels. The Indian casinos said there was no way they were bringing an owl into their property and we had to redesign the game. Can we do a little cultural research? Anyway, I've been a little jumpy when the phone rings or when I'm driving in the car.
I've done my own bit of research and found out that Greek mythology associated the owl with wisdom. They are the unofficial mascot of Mensa. Better than death. They are about the only culture that believes the owl is a positive symbol.
I also found this website on Symbolism which said:
If an owl has visited you, an incredible gift has been bestowed. Also, keep in mind that animals are only called to those who share the same energy. In other words, you hold within you some of the very same symbolic attributes the owl represents.
So does this mean that someone in my house shares the same symbol of death as the owl? A grim reaper of sorts right here in my own home. How comforting. I'm sleeping with one eye open.
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