It’s been a long road, and a road well worth the travel. One of the best decisions I’ve made has been to let myself be free, comfortable with my identity and spiritual beliefs.
Freedom rules my existence and Seville reawakened my spiritually drained soul. To understand what the sparrow means in my life, we must take a journey back in time.
Lately, I’ve been into small birds, but specifically, a sparrow. These tiny little brown birds beg for waste grain at the European cafes. In Colmar, France, I walked into a vintage-antique shop to find 1800’s animal sketching’s. I flipped through one hundred pages, searching for the animals that called out to me. Somehow I had to find small birds that at least looked like a sparrow. Not tropical birds, not big birds and not birds of prey. Small, tiny, little birds, which is what my soul wanted.
I don’t know why, but right now I am attracted to small birds, which maybe because somehow I am appreciating the small things in life. And when we appreciate the small things, we become more grateful for everything in life.
Seville is a city that moves to the beat of its own drum. It’s got soul. It’s got spirit. It’s no wonder why everyone falls in love with Seville.
Standing next to the Seville Cathedral, I heard the trumpets and horns play in the background for Corpus Christi. I looked into the air and noticed swarms of little brown birds circle in the sky, like the circle of life.
Inside the cathedral, I lost my emotions with tears streaming down my face. Big burley Spanish men wearing white carried the Mother Mary countless blocks into the Cathedral. Everyone dressed his or her best, from young and old.
Endless cross statues flooded the air, which was thick with spirit. I stood next to a pillar with my sunglasses on and continuously wiped the tears that streamed down my cheek.
Have I finally re-entered this realm of seeking Christ? Through 12 years of being open to spiritual experiences, I always questioned Christ, angels, or anything to do with Christianity. I think I believed in them, I just wanted scientific evidence. The more I progressed my spiritual journey, the closer I became to my ancestral roots. As an ex-Christian basher and a nature-lover and yogi, I think my soul has finally come home to the real meaning of Christianity, and rediscovering the power of Christ based on my own terms.
This is a discussion for a separate blog post, but you really have to go to the beginning in order to understand where the corrupt separated from the authentic teachings. I keep looking at pictures of Christ and he represents this gentle, hippie soul with a Virgo nature about him - man beard, flowing long hair, Birkenstocks, white dress, cuddling a lamb - the guy resembles a west coast hippie.
I love old Gothic churches. Sometimes they creep me out, but nothing is more beautiful than the art and sounds from an ancient organ, or the angelic voices projected from a choir.
Young people bent down on one knee to salute the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. No one bashed them because they were Christian. No one told them they were dumb or yelled at them to read a science book. They were left alone to practice their faith. Everyone from baby to grandma enjoyed this special holiday, dressed to the nines.
I couldn’t understand why the Spaniards were so spiritual, and deeply rooted to their Catholic faith. I did not experience this while living in Germany or visiting France during holy days. Maybe its because when people struggle or don’t have much in life, they connect to their faith? Spain’s unemployment crisis is an epidemic like obesity in America. The only thing this country survives on is olives and tourism. But the irony is that I've wanted to visit Seville for 14 years, and sometimes we must trust the divine that it has no timeline and things happen when the timing is right.
I also shed a few tears at the complete horror of today’s culture. Instead of enjoying (or at least letting locals enjoy their holiday), countless selfie-sticks flooded the air, video taping and photographing every second of the ceremony, shoving their way to the front of the line.
Yes, I took pictures too, but some people ran around the cathedral photographically raping every corner of the church and ounce of the ceremony.
They are goddamn tech zombies. We are on a path to self-destruction but not many people are #woke to realize it. Where are we going in this material world?
At the Seville cafes, I sat, soaked in sweat, and threw tiny little pieces of bread on the ground. Three sparrows hopped around, while the main bird fed himself and the other two. Adorable and cute, the innocence of animals brings such wonder and joy to one’s day. They moved together. They flew together. They ate together. These birds had an inseparable bond.
Why am I so fascinated by sparrows? When younger, I paid attention to bigger animals – lions, bears, horses – you know the ones that get most attention in our world.
I love these little birds so much that I bought two small hand-painted bird statues and a shirt with blue birds on it in Seville. I wanted to find something made in Spain, which ironically is hard to do since everything is made in either India or China. Something about this trip led me to ultra-fascination with birds.
I couldn’t quit figure it out, but I encountered plenty of sparrows on the streets and beaches of Mallorca.
In Mallorca, life was so beautiful; I couldn’t believe a place like this still exists. The surroundings were so surreal that I couldn’t believe all this dark political shit in the west exists.
France and Germany are no longer the same places. Cops with machine guns roam the streets, protecting churches and keeping an eye on the locals. Nothing has the same luster and sense of freedom, specifically for women, like it did years ago or while I lived in Germany.
Near the end of Mallorca, sadness flooded through my spirit. Whenever I left Seattle, I used to be excited to return home. But not anymore, and that is what the lady next to me also expressed on my Southwest flight home from Oakland – who happened to be a Christian.
Seattle, and America are on the verge of reaching a peak in this psychological epidemic. Europe is failing and becoming the next Roman Empire. I got sick on the international flight back to America. After a few days of being back in Seattle, I lost my voice.
My third chakra, blocked as fuck, is symbolic. I’ve been lost for sometime, suppressed in a sea of political correctness, hiding in fear that any criticism I share will backlash, even in the natural news segment of life. I’ve chosen to be an eagle to see things from a higher perspective rather than being a catfish and ground feeding off every crumb left on the floor.
So what does this have to do with sparrows you may ask? Many things.
I am deeply intertwined with nature. I call on nature to share its secrets with me. Back in America, I wondered, “Why am I so fascinated with sparrows?”
I Googled, “spiritual meaning of sparrows.” And this is what I found.
“A common visitor with a love of old buildings that are a symbol of peasants and the common people. Most animal totem resources describe the sparrow as a synbol of peace and joy who denote that even a common little bird can triumph. But on the negative side, sparrows are aggressive fighters that will evict any nesting bird from a cavity to take over the site. Sparrows will tear up nests, break eggs, kill and toss out nestlings and adults and then build their nest right on top of the carnage. Therefore they can behave like little Nazi storm troopers invading neighboring territories and seizing “Lebensraum” (living space) from peaceful native inhabitants. So when you see sparrow types coming around be wary of those who may be coming to force you from your home and taking it for themselves.”
I also found this:
“It is said that the sparrow was the only bird around during the Crucifixion of Jesus and became symbolic of the triumph after a time of long suffering. This tiny little bird who seems so insignificant today was once a symbol of household divinities in Britain and in the Middle Ages was a symbol of the peasants of the lower classes in all of Europe who were in a state of helplessness under the power of the Lords over them. These peasants loved to tell and hear stories of how a small little bird like the sparrow would triumph over enemies like a wolf, bear or eagle that symbolized the different houses of the nobility.”
The sparrow has told me the secret I needed to know. I believe (though I am still questioning certain things) if you ask the divine for what you want, you can receive a glimpse to an answer (though some people say that is just a coincidence.) The problem is that so many people are spiritually clogged and mentally fogged to have any sort of awareness to the answers that are given to them. (Like the doctor saying, “Hey if you keep up this lifestyle, you’ll become a diabetic. The doctor is giving you an answer to your potential future.)
It is time for us to quiet our minds. I share the same birthdate at Charles Dickens and other writers and spiritual nobles who saved countless lives like Desmond T. Doss.
I am astrologically connected to these folks who critique and criticize society but do not lose faith in their faith and ability.
My soul has bled tears for the people and peasants of western countries, especially in terms of our health in America. Sick, obese, lost and confused, many of our citizens are lost. The upper elite, establishment is transforming our country into India. I lived in India and it’s not a happy reality. In Seattle, we have a population of extreme power and wealth, meanwhile our homeless is hooked on heroin, one of the hardest drugs on the market. This extreme gap between upper and lower class, is a ramification of globalization, but most want to ignore that.
Life is a battle between the light and dark. And there are many wolves hiding in sheep’s clothing.
The sparrow reminded me that the right wing and left wing are a part of the same bird. In order for the bird to fly, it must use both of its wings. A bird cannot fly with one wing. What is happening today is not a battle between the right and the left. It is a battle between the people (very Age of Aquarius) and the establishment (globalists), the people who want to destroy everything we know. It will be another “war” between the natural and artificial world. The psychological, spiritual and material messes that we have today are results of the artificial world.
And in order for the “establishment” to win, it must infiltrate its dark forces on both sides of the bird, and become the wolf in sheep’s clothing. They are neither right nor left. They are their own breed and they need to outbreed the other two.
The Nazi concept of lebensraum still exists today. Some countries are powerful and wealthy because of natural resources. But Mother Earth is drying out in those parts of the world, and these people need a new living space, lebensraum. (This also includes wiping out the old, our heritage, to bring in the new.) The new ideology needs it’s own living room.
Nature has the secrets and wisdom, but you have to be a scientist (or detective) and investigate the hypothesis. The world we once knew is no longer here. This is a new age, or millennial, that will have new problems and new battles. I hope I am wrong and that the power of the people can preserve our ancestral roots.
Although I feel like a tiny little bird who will receive much criticism, I know my spiritual experiences in Seville served a purpose to strengthen and summon my soul to stand up for the people and our natural world. The peasants and the light will win.
Elizabeth Rae Kovar M.A. is Author of her memoir, Finding Om and is a Fitness Trainer, Yogi, Reiki Master, Presenter and Lover of Life. To view her portfolio please visit www.elizabethkovar.com