The other day I was going out to a little spot where I make outdoor offerings, or go to center myself, or do something away from prying eyes.
As Iām walking down the path I get the impression to pick some of the evening primrose growing nearby.
āThereās more up aheadā
I get the sense thatās not acceptable. Has to be those flowers right there.
āFineā¦ā
I pick them, continue down the path.
([2 moreā¦])
I go to pick a couple from nearby.
Upon picking the second one that heard right I hear a gull calling above me (thereās a large body of water nearby).
I look up to see a large group of gulls circlung directly above me in a tight formation. Looked like a good 30 or so of them.
*āWhat does that meanā I wonder.
I tried to snap a pic. Not so good. Before I could try again they flew away.
I continued to my spot. After lighting a cone of incense I heard a full cry again nearby.
Iāve been getting a lot of water type stuff for awhile, off and on.
Upon returning from this I throw Spotify on, and while listening to a ādaily mixā the song highwayman comes on.
āI was a sailorā¦I was born upon the tideā¦with the sea I did abideā¦ā
Felt kinda wierd.
I canāt help but think itās related to some Lucifer stuff I was doing for a couple of days over the weekend.
Lucifer o Lucifer
Show me who I was
Who I will be again
Who I truly am
Reveal me to myself
So that I may know my divinity
āShow me who I wasā¦ā