A story about my strange communications with crows.

Noticing the Crows

About three years ago,
I started noticing lots of crows.
I had never seen so many and
didn’t know they were bringing messages
of many people’s woes.
I have lots of intuition, and knew somehow
their appearances didn’t have good intentions.
The Crows appeared every day,
in my yard and my neighbors yard
I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t go away.
Each day as time went by,
there seemed to be more and more that gathered.
They were there in all sorts of weather.
I had never seen such a sight
and couldn’t figure it out,
though I tried with all my might.
I noticed one day that only one Crow flew on to the neighbor’s roof
who lives in back of me.
The people who live there are not of my ethnicity.
He was perched on the tip top of the roof,
looking at me, from the direction of the East, you see.
The crows were coming around all through the summer season,
and it still didn’t make any rhyme or reason.
Then one morning on my birthday of September 10, 2001,
It seemed like almost a hundred crows gathered on my front fence
and next door neighbors yard.
I couldn’t figure out why there were so many
and why they were trying to get my attention so hard.
They were cawing and looking from the direction of the North of me.
No matter how I tried, it didn’t make sense to me.
I had never seen so many crows before in my life
And I had a gut feeling they were warning me of great strife.
The next morning I was abruptly awakened at ten minutes of nine.
I thought what shook me awake was those dogs of mine.
I got up and let them out and then back in.
I was still tired and decided to try to sleep again.
Though I was still sleepy,
I could not go back to sleep, and felt sort of creepy.
A few minutes later my friend called and said,
“You are not sleeping through all this are you?”
I said, I was trying, but couldn’t seem to.
I asked what was going on and she said,
“New York City is being bombed.”
I said, “You must be wrong”
That can’t be going on.
I asked what time it happened,
and she it started around ten to nine and it is still going on.
I thought-my startled awakening that must have been what was wrong.
I turned on the television, and couldn’t believe the vision
that I saw before my eyes. It made me sad and want to cry.
But even as I looked at all that devastation and sadness,
in my heart, I felt guilty for feeling some sort of relief,
from the burden and heavy feeling
I had been carrying for those past several months,
for these poor peoples impending grief.
The heavy feelings left for a few days
and then they came back but not as strong
and they didn’t last as long.
If I could have figured it out before hand, I would have done all I could
to prevent this awful thing from happening, “God I wish that I could.”
Now almost three years later,
the heavy feelings have been back
for awhile and they are just as strong.
I feel there is something in the air and it won’t be long.
I haven’t seen many crows so far and hopefully that is good.
If there was something I could do to help us sort
it out I really, really would.
I think our country should be doing everything it can to protect us all,
so our trusting ways won’t be our downfall.
I will leave it all in God’s hands and pray he will help us through,
all the evil that is sent our way and to protect me and you.

I didn’t mention earlier in my story,
that I am very psychic and pick up a lot of impressions
of things that are going to happen.
I sometimes don’t know what they mean,
which is good for me it seems.
When they crows started appearing a few months before 911,
I would wake up in with a startle the middle of the night
with what I call that depressing and heavy feeling
that has with it an awful dread.
It doesn’t last but a minute and then it’s gone.
I have put two and two together and know it won’t be long
from this fore-warning,
that later in the morning,
some one close or an important person,
I find out will be dead.
The extreme heaviness and the large amount of crows
made me realize that something big and awful was about to happen.
Being psychic is a wonderful gift, but things like this happens,
and you don’t always understand what to do with partial information,
to help with certain situations.
I guess this is one part of my gift I could do without,
but I guess we have to take some bad with the good.
That’s what life is all about.

May God Bless America and keep us on the path of light.
May he also bless us with good leaders,
who will keep our homeland shining bright.

Don’t forget to notice the Crows.
What message they will give,
no one knows.

I didn’t write this story to cause anyone to worry.
Have faith to know, all will be well.

Blessings,

Copyright © by Judith Pleasant 4/4/2004