The question has been asked many times over, “Is there such a thing as a spiritual messenger, like a hummingbird?” No matter where you turn you will find those who will nod their head in agreement, and those who will call you a fool for believing. Who do you listen to, how do you know who is right?
I’m a believer myself, having faith not so much in the sign or the symbol itself but in the underlying source. I truly believe that we are all part of a divine source, and that everything around us is here for our use to help us awaken, learn, and understand who we are. Be it a hummingbird or a bible, a scientific discovery or an intuitive thought that turns out to be true. They are come from the same place, and they all lead to the same outcome – to experience life, to learn, and to expand our awareness.
We have many levels of consciousness, and sometimes we ask the question “why?” Are we intended to know as much as possible about the world around us? Or are we intended to know more about our own inner world? The two go hand-in-hand. Are we supposed to embrace our world and the physical, or focus more on our spiritual side, the being within the body? Again the answer has to be both. We are here to walk on the earth, but our happiness and expression come from a place that cannot be weighed and measured. When we bring the two into balance we are able to live life to the fullest, we are able to walk with wings.
Does the hummingbird messenger exist? I began my journey into this question first within my waking consciousness, long before my fingers could type out those words. I paused, and instinctively turned my head to look outside myself. In this instance I did so by looking outside my window. A hummingbird happened to be fluttering there within my sight, filling his belly with the sugar water in the feeder. Of course the explanation was clearly that he was there for the food, and the reasonable answer was that he was not there for me as some “divine answer” to my question. But then again, the timing was precise. That hummingbird just happened to be there at that time and that place.
As I again turn my head a few minutes later there is yet another hummingbird quenching its thirst. With this I smile, and I had to repeat this exercise. I turn my head a third time to see a different one perched just above the feeder. Is it a sign, an answer to my question on the relationship between myself and these birds? At that point I had to counter-balance this experience, and validate that there is not always a hummingbird at my window. I repeatedly glance outside to find a bird-less feeder, time after time.
Do signs exist? Can acts of nature be intended to be symbolic and meaningful? To this I answer with a question, “Does it matter, do we really want an answer to that question?” Isn’t the magic found in our amazing ability to ask even ask the question, and find a new insight? Isn’t the real treasure in finding another unique perception of ourselves by whatever means works for us? Some like the color blue, and this is no better than appreciating the color orange. Some find support and meaning in science, others in spirituality.
How many times do we turn one way or the other as a means to lead us out of our own darkness? How often do we look outside ourselves to reconnect to our own value and purpose? I believe the answer is to let our divine inspiration reach us by whatever means helps us feel loved and welcomed in this world. God bless.