Once Upon a time on Edgeburn lane- Story 1
I’m pretty sure there will be quite a few stories that will fall under the “Edgeburn lane” sub-section. I lived in this house for quite a while and had many, many strange experiences there. Here is the first story.
So, I got some grief for sharing bits of this story. It was said that if this had actually happened, it would have been a wonderful experience, and that those who had actually experienced this, they would NEVER share it with family, or friends, let alone to strangers. I let it go there, and didn’t respond. I stewed off and on about weather to respond, but in the end I didn’t. I really feel that these are my experiences and I will share them when and how I want to. Had someone shared their experiences with me during this time, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so hard for me, and I wouldn’t have felt like I was going crazy. Maybe I wouldn’t have had the mental melt down later on and blocked all of my abilities and experiences, but that is a story for another time. In a way, it’s thanks to them for giving me the kick in the butt to write these stories and share them, so thank you very much. For now, here is the story of how I met my spirit animal.
My children and I lived in a 3 bedroom townhouse in a housing co-op in Calgary, Ab, just off of Country hills Blvd. Our house was directly behind the Superstore. The housing co-op was a mix of people, as it was for lower income situations. I was a single mom, working and going to university at the time. My children were in their late tweens. There was a lot of drama around the co-op. There was a couple of pedophiles who lived there, one who recorded the neighborhood kids from a camera in his window, some teenagers who liked to cause trouble, there was a woman who was faking having a serious illness (she had been my friend and had me fooled for quite a long time), homes with domestic abuse, among other things but there were also a lot of really wonderful people there, and I had some amazing friends. My children knew who to avoid, and who was safe.
There was a raven that lived behind the superstore and he would come over to my house and hang out everyday. I would talk to him and he would squawk back at me. Over the door in my back yard, there was a little overhang. Now, the raven used to wait on the overhang and scare my kids and my cats when they came outside. He was only nice to me.
One day, I was standing in my sons room staring out his window. I was lost in thought, stressed out because of school, work, my kids being kids and the fact that my house was haunted and my kids and I were being tormented daily, but that’s a story for another day. So, I was staring out this window, wondering what the hell I was going to do, when my raven flew into the sparse little tree just below and squawked at me. I looked down at him, and he looked me right in the eyes and threw me right into a vision. It was like I left my body and was in whole other place. I knew I was still in my sons room, but all I could see and feel around me was this purple sky, with dark graying( almost black)fog hovering between the ground and the sky, and I could feel the dark brown earth under my feet. I could fell the fog closing in and surrounding, touching me. In the distance I saw a figure walking towards me. As the figure came closer, I saw that it was a man. He was very tall, and lean, with long brown curly hair and dark eyes, and olive toned skin. He had on a long black trench coat, dark pants, black boots, and a white shirt. He was wearing a hat that was similar to a cowboy hat. The brim and top were flat, not curved, and it was black. He had a very intense gaze. He walked closer and closer to me, but never spoke. He just kept staring at me, never breaking my gaze. He stopped in front of me and was reaching for me when I was pulled out of the vision. It literally felt like someone had grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dropped me back to into reality. My raven was still in the tree, staring at me. After a few minutes of us staring at each other, me questioning reality, and my raven, he then squawked and flew off. I was left standing there, wondering what the hell had just happened, with another experience to add to my am I going crazy list.
My raven continued to visit me every day. He eventually build a nest and had a family behind superstore. His family and offspring continued the tradition of visiting me everyday. They also took great pleasure in tormenting my kids and cats. That was almost twenty years ago. To this day, I always have a lot of crows (and ravens when they are near) around me wherever I go. I still greet them and talk to them and they talk back. I still feel a strong connection to them and am happy when they are around. I still think of my raven and his family and everything that happened at Divas lane. I am grateful now for all that I experienced there, I couldn’t see it then, but it’s like when you are in the eye of a storm. You can’t always see the beauty with all the insanity surrounding you. Divas lane was one of my strongest spiritual storms, and have me many crazy stories to share.
