The Crowing at Dawn
THE ARRIVAL OF THE TINY PRESENCE
At some point in 2022 my household ordered baby chicks from a seller online which was a first for me. The seller delivered a box with just over twenty tiny chirping baby chicks and for the following weeks we raised them in a small orange coop on the back patio. They slept under a warming plate, ate, pooped, and grew in that little coop. One of them was smaller than the others. She had her head to the ground and a large bald spot on the side of her head. She didn't eat and I didn't think she would make it. My mother had to force feed her daily and she eventually started eating and growing.
When they were big enough to run outside she would run after the others but had trouble keeping up. Her head did not grow as fast as her body so she would walk and run with her tiny head bobbing back and forth. My mother named her Tiny. They became like pets and before long we had twenty one full grown hens.
I went out one night underneath what was probably a full moon. The energy was calming and I was in a bit of a flow state. I wonder if I was guided out that night by the divine to check on our chickens. The backyard was illuminated by the moon and the large white outdoor coop appeared to almost glow from the soft light. The side door where the hens went up to sleep was standing wide open; my mother must of forgotten to lock up the coop. Sitting in the doorway, almost lounging and leaning on the door frame, with her body and head leaning out was Tiny. She was watching the yard and she may of been waiting on my mother to come and lock up the coop while the others were sitting further inside and probably sleeping. They would normally be locked in at night so I don't think she had seen nighttime before and she noticed how different it looked, especially under the moonlight. It seemed like strange behavior from a chicken; she was a sweet innocent bird and a bit odd. She seemed so calm and patient sitting and watching. Her soul seemed different.
Over time we would occasionally lose a chicken to poor health and by 2025 they were starting to get a bit old and the deaths increased. Two did not go up at night into their coop which my mother didn't notice and they were killed by something at night. Tiny was getting old like the rest and was attacked by our Silkie roosters. She became ill and died a few days later. The roosters were bullied and terrified by a Silkie hen when they were little. She had been attacked by the big hens after she showed up in our yard one day and we took care of her. Now the roosters attack the big hens. The roosters were sold to my mother as chicks and found themselves in a strange place with aggressive hens and I feel bad for them so I tried to be understanding.
I enjoyed finding Tiny in the yard and feeding her treats. She had a light gentle sort of squawk. When she would see me she would start to slowly run towards me and slow down. She would look at me and do the light squawk and then continue towards me. I could tell the other hens, "Where is Tiny?", and they could go find her and bring her to me sometimes. As she died I held her and told her I loved her and having her was a blessing and that I wished she could've lived with us forever.
One of the other hens was a bigger gray hen with dark eyes. She had a louder squawk and liked to run up to people, look up at them, peck them in the leg, and squawk. She also would stand in the coop doorway and peck the other hens and squawk at them as they came in like she was in charge. We called her bossy bird or mother hen jokingly although we never actually named her. I asked the hens one day at dusk as they went up into their coop, "Where is Tiny?", and the big gray one looked at me and looked up and gently pecked at another gray hen in the dying light like she was trying to find Tiny and thought it was her. This was months later and they still remembered her.
BOSS BIRD OR MOTHER HEN?
Sometime in mid February 2026 I was sitting near our pineapple plants and avocado trees. This was probably during the time my Warning and Black Reach post happened. The spot is on a bit of a hill. As I sat there some of the remaining bigger hens, which were now several in total, came to me. I pet some of them as they came to me and then they would leave to go scratch for bugs. Its a shame how fast they live and die. From twenty one down to several in around four years. The big gray one came over to me and I gently nudged her towards me and put my arm down around her. She stood there and let me hold her. I looked at her and she looked up at me. We both looked around the yard and just enjoyed the moment. This lasted for around five minutes and she normally would not sit with me nearly that long and that still and calm. I really liked the energy but I just kind of knew she was spending time with me before she passed, almost like a silent goodbye.
On a side note it is late as I type this, around 3:45 AM on the 10th, and I got up to get a drink of water. I had a video playing in the background about divine intervention at play in my connection to a certain someone. I had just started it and paused it right at the beginning. As I came back into the room the brightness on the computer was all the way up which was odd because I have it set to low brightness. This usually only happens when it coincides with strange activity involving my computer or the internet which I may post about someday. As I entered the room it immediately went back to low light as if I wasn't supposed to see it. I went to play the video that I had paused and it was at 0:02 seconds. It reminded me of partnership and two being somewhat of a theme lately. Back to the post.
In late February the big gray hens health wasn't very good. We tried to help her with medicine and baths but it didn't help much. This continued into March and I sat with her and held her and talked to her, very much like with tiny, a few times before she died on the 7th. The night of the 7th I watched a video on Youtube before burying the hen.
It was an old David Letterman video with Jack Hanna the wildlife expert. The whole video is pretty funny but the reason I watched it was for the owls which starts after 12 minutes in. I would normally never watch late night comedy, and I am very picky with any media. We have the screech owls here in south Florida. They seem bigger when full grown versus the one in the video. There is a part where a large owl takes off on the set and you can just barely hear the large wings flapping because it has a silent flight as a night hunter. It sounds the same as the barred owls that have flown over me before. They are almost silent but I swear I can feel their presence and pick up the sound. I really enjoyed it and I really enjoyed the sounds from the large owl when they fed it too.
I went out later around 2:30 AM, making it early morning of March 8th, to bury the hen. I picked a spot where she had been set down by my mother days before underneath a small pine tree. Her body was in a little cage which I carried out behind our house. I set the little cage down by one of my fathers tractors, positioned a light, and dug a hole for her by the tree. When I was finished I took her out of the cage and looked at her in the light. She was a beautiful and sweet creature and we were blessed to have her. Even in death she was still beautiful. Her feathers looked perfect.
I thanked her and said goodbye. As I placed her into the hole I heard an owl off in the distance hoot just once which I thought was fated considering the video. I felt like it was present with me during the burial in the darkness and I was being made aware. Even though I seemed alone I was not. I saw a bug in the hole which I did not like. I thought of how dark it is that things die and decay and their vessels are consumed afterwards but I let it go. I slowly filled the hole with dirt. The last seven of our first hens had become six.
CHICKENS AND THE COMING OF DAWN
Things started improving for me back in 2022. It was actually a decent year for me and I have had much worse. I wonder if it is coincidence that we bought the hens that year. Chickens can symbolize fertility, good fortune, and new beginnings. They can also represent divine protection like a hen and her chicks. Roosters can symbolize various masculine traits and the sun rise. They can be a power symbol. I have experienced a gradual increase in fortune, protection, energy healing and strengthening, and a subtle increase in power since 2022. Even 2024 and 2025 brought out trauma and darkness for me that had to be cleared. They were catalysts for purging and change.
I am missing details for this next part but it is important to me. A symbolic scene repeating multiple times from different sources with two of them in fairly rapid succession. In maybe summer to fall 2025 I started the third Lord of the Rings book Return of the King after finishing the first two books. I am not sure of an exact time. The white city of Gondor was under siege. The witch king entered the city and Gandalf stood in his way. There is short but powerful dialogue and before they fight a rooster crows at dawn and Rohan's horsemen arrive and fight the dark army. It is a very interesting part with the sun, the rooster, and backup arriving. Good stands up to evil and triumphs. The horse Shadowfax bravely stands with Gandalf and with Gandalf atop him against pure evil and the powerful words are interrupted by a roosters crow which signifies what comes after. The animal spirits are with us in real life too playing there part.
This next part may of been in October 2025. I was on Youtube and a random recommended video was of an animated Lord of the Rings film from around 1980 with a clip of that exact scene from the book mentioned above. I remembered reading it earlier in the year and it stood out. This next part happened soon after, possibly right afterwards but I am not 100 percent on that. After the above video I did not feel guided to any other video and Youtube will autoplay something it recommends after a video ends. It was a seemingly random Thomas Sheridan video, the famous alternative folklorist and author. I think Thomas reads my blog but I cannot prove it.
So Thomas begins getting into his pagan folkloric type subject matter and I could not believe what he started reading. It was the scene from the book with Gandalf, the Witch King, and the rooster crowing. It might of played immediately after but I just cannot remember...but they both came to me in close proximity. We are getting help and this war between light and dark could end soon.
SCIENCE FICTION SHADOW
I was never a big gamer but I would sometimes really get into certain single player games. I never liked the massively popular Halo multiplayer but I did like the underrated and underappreciated story and I even read the first novel. I read it as a teenager in maybe 11th grade. The spartans were abducted by the Earth military and put through intense genetic engineering and physical augmentation. Half the kids died in this phase. The military training was also brutal killing more. I was very drawn to it and I found a few years later that this was done in the 1960's in MK ULTRA programs although they were not creating super soldiers but better spies and assassins for black operations.
The main character of Halo, Master Chief or Spartan 117, is the last Spartan fighting hostile aliens for humanity. Accompanying him is a super AI called Cortana. She is a massive help with his missions. She overseas everything and guides him in real time as she is linked with his mind. She can interact with the alien tech and ancient lost civilization tech as well. Although it is science fiction it has the strong knight and goddess archetype. She appears as a hologram at times and almost looks supernatural and 117 has a high tech suit of armor. The human shadow is like 117's suit and our connection with the divine and light beings resembles chiefs connection with Cortana. He is the last one but isn't actually alone.
I saw so many things in various forms of media that I had seen and experienced during paranormal phenomena and there were things in the stories that are based on real events that I later learned about in the alternative media. I would recall the things I had seen in media and think "whoa". I may do a post in the future.
One series I really liked was Metro 2023. I read the first two novels years ago too. The nuclear war in the series and humans surviving underground can represent traumas and the subsequent shadow among other things. There is a spiritual aspect to the games and novels that is hard to describe. I hadn't played any games during my rough 2025 and very few in 2024 so I wanted to see if I could get into Metro again.
I did and everything was fine but I ran into glitches around a part where you have to sneak through the front line of a battle between a Communist faction and a Neo-Nazi faction. I had to restart a few times and it still was glitching so I restarted the whole chapter. I didn't like it but I seemed to fly through it and before I knew it I was into the next chapter. I have been having reoccurring negative memories and what if's coming up in cycles and its difficult to move past them but I have been making progress. The experience in the game reminded me of it. On another part I had to move through the surface and I kept running out of filters for my mask and suffocating. I had to restart it again but flew through it. It reminded me of not being able to move in life but once I can maybe I will fly.
I NEVER MEANT ANYONE ANY HARM
Another thing I have been thinking of is the certain young woman whom I have mentioned before on this blog. I recently watched a bit of her content which I have not done in a while. She was sweet and beautiful and although I never forgot, I remembered how much I love her. I have loved her since 2024 and hope we have a future together. I pulled back from interaction with her and tried to keep my mind on other things but I did think of her too.
The way my life is I am very stationary and secluded. I am not like other people. I believe I am a part of this supernatural war with the dark occupiers that are in control of the world, for now at least. I go it alone because I have to and I do my shadow work along with day to day things. All of that could change very soon.
I wonder how she is doing? Is she going through any emotional turmoil and facing her shadow? Does she love me? I wonder if we are bringing things out of each other that have to be healed and cleared? I wanted to talk to her and help her if I could but I had to back away and I hope she is doing okay.
I don't really want to go out and meet anyone. They are what I call matrix society people and so much of it is fake. They are not all bad but I just cannot relate to them as so much of their lives and minds are based on control systems. Our souls are different. I would never go out and hook up with anyone for sex either. I never really liked that kind of thing. If I am going to spend my time and energy with someone and be intimate with them I want it to be someone I love. If not then I will be alone. I decided on this a long time ago. I am going to link to a certain song. I don't mean it in a dark depressing way but I always liked the intensity and emotional content in some of this certain bands music.
If it is not the certain young woman than I don't need sex or any other intimacy with anyone while this war with the dark is concluding. If I find that we are not soulmates than I hope that we are helping each other grow stronger for our true soulmates.
Two more songs I have listened to recently from Rainbow and Seether:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3VgV31vmUE&list=RDp3VgV31vmUE&start_radio=1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-aqg3MfJJg&list=RDa-aqg3MfJJg&start_radio=1
THE SIEGE OF GONDOR
This is from the Lord of the Rings Return of the King book one. It was mentioned above and I figured it would not hurt. The first part is the entrance of the Witch King into the white city and the second is the riders of Rohan arriving.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dinen.
"You cannot enter here," said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. "Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go Back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!"
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark from a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
"Old fool!" he said. "Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!" And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.
And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.
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At that sound the bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before: Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
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