The quiet passing of the owl and the dying shadow

 

 

 

        I do not recall the exact date this experience happened but it was around August 12th, 2025, either right before or after the Portal 12:21 mass meditation that I took part in on August 12th. It may of been in early August after doing a booster for the meditation in late July. I had not been walking much at night for sometime. I went for a walk just before midnight in my rural suburb. I was in a flow state when I thought of going which often happens before my experiences. The moon was out. I don't believe it was completely full. I got to a wooded area and I saw something in the road. It was just a dark object off in the distance in the pale moonlight but I knew exactly what it was. 

        I got closer to it and looked around for traffic of which there was none. I made a bit of noise. The owl, not quite a baby but still fairly small, didn't react much. I got closer and began to speak to it. Animals won't understand words unless trained to but they can pick up on intentions. I asked it if it was okay and tried to sound comforting. It was crouched down almost in the middle of the road and kept slowly turning its head to one side, almost looking behind itself, and then back forwards. One eye was closed shut the whole time it did this. I nudged it with a stick and it still didn't react much. I figured it was injured by something or ate something it should not have. It lost most bodily functions; there appeared to excrement under it and around it and all it could do was that one movement pattern. Left out in the road it would get run over by a car or picked up by an opossum or raccoon. It was in no shape to attack me. 

        I took my shirt off and gently scooped it up and tried to comfort it some more. I began walking again, holding the owl in the shirt with one arm close to me and thought of what to do. It kept turning its head back and forth the same way. It was able to clutch the shirt with its claws but not much else. It would occasionally stop to look at me and struggle to open the closed eye. We would lock eyes and then it would keep turning its head for a while. It had big yellow and black eyes and it seemed so docile. Although they are birds of prey, in its state it had an innocence and helplessness to it and I just wanted to help it. I could feel its legs clutching my shirt. I stroked the top of its head gently and tried to speak softly to it and comfort it. 

        Walking with a wild owl while gently petting its head under pale moonlight. It is not a common occurrence and I thought about this more than once during the experience. I knew it meant something but I would think about it later. As I finished my walk I noticed that there was absolutely no traffic down the road which is uncommon. It was just me and the owl in this almost surreal and strangely meaningful and totally unexpected experience. I knew it was supposed to happen. 

        I decided that not knowing what was wrong with it or how to take care of it I would try to find a safe spot to set it down. As a wild animal it was a part of nature. My intuition told me to just let it be and allow whatever was going to happen. I settled on a spot near the wooded area where I came across it. There were trees growing over the spot and the hanging branches were low to the ground. It was surrounded by fairly tall grass. I didn't see game trails coming out of the woods nearby. I tried to set it down but it wouldn't let go of my shirt. I pet it on its head some more, got my shirt free, said goodbye, and then I left. 

        I checked on it the next morning. It was in the same spot and hadn't moved. It continued slowly turning its head and then facing forward just like before. I pet it again. It was out of the sunlight and I wanted to come back later to check on it and went back that night. I noticed the tall grass was short. The neighbors had mowed the spot along the woods which they rarely do. My worst fear was that they rode the mower all the way under the trees. I checked the grass with my flashlight and found the owl. The top of its head and been sheared off. The rest of it was untouched. I hope it was over quick. I just wanted to help it. 

        I have been doing what I consider shadow work for a long time. It was brutal and I didn't always know what I was doing but I did it. I have always had dark paranormal experiences and psychopathic human experiences. I was always nocturnal, a sort of creature of the night and always interacted with the dark including some vampire experiences. I even made a vampire post about it. 

 

 

 

        I had an experience with something I called the abomination which I have come to find out is actually called the abyss. Everyone has one and it is a collection of all of their darkness they experienced on earth. Mine was enormous and horrible. You can walk through your abyss in life experiences without even realizing you are doing it. We must walk through it and I may be through mine soon. There is a part of the game metal gear solid 3 where you have wade through a river and all the enemies you kill in the game walk against you like part of the current. You have to face your darkness; it reminds me of the abyss. The game gives the option to use stealth and not kill any enemies but most people didn't know that.

        Ever since moving here to this rural suburb I have had quite a few owl experiences. Owls can represent wisdom, intuition, and the deepest parts of our shadow. Since moving here the shadow work became more intense and brutal but I began to see results and improvements in myself. I didn't see exactly how it died but from my end the owl died but it was comforted and cared for before the end. My experience with it had a very soft energy. I released it with compassion and care. It hopefully went quickly and I think it represents my shadow. I hope whatever remains of it is released softly and quietly. I didn't deserve all the darkness especially as a little boy.

        I remember when one of our elderly dogs was put down in late 2023. She suffered for a while and the spot she was buried in had a horrible energy for at least a month. If I had to put it into words it was  "Why did you do that? Why were none of you there?". She was put down without my knowing and it upset me afterwards. No one was there to see her off. The person who took her for my mother doesn't really care that much for dogs although she was the one who convinced my mother to put her down because she was old and suffering. It was still so cold though. 

        The spot where the owl died didn't have that feeling. Wild animals usually leave quickly when they die. They don't have the programming that humans do and they probably don't suffer too long before death. I took this experience as a sign that this will not last forever. I will not have to be a creature of the night who lives in darkness. The shadow work will end and things will improve for me immensely.