One particular night in an old and forgotten cemetery, I took a midnight stroll around the graveyard reading the epitaphs of the long forgotten. When goose bumps raise the hairs on my neck and I can taste copper in my throat alerting me that I am not alone. In the mist I see a beautiful young angel backlit by the moon; a Raven is perched on her shoulder. My mind and body is paralyzed by fear. Then the raven spoke to me in his native tongue - a language that I somehow understood.
The Raven said to me:
Wise men understand that what the physical eye sees is not necessarily the truth.
I am the harbinger of messages from the cosmos. Nestled in my wings black as midnight I bring messages that are beyond space and time. Listen with the heart so that you might hear the message waiting for you.
So I listen:
The Raven expounds of life, love, harmony, sacredness, balance, and the great mystery, he went on for what seemed like hours, as I listen and vow to myself to remember every word. Soon the spell is lifted and I am released from my paralysis. As the Raven finishes up its diatribe I find my voice and say: “Mister Raven, if it is not asking too much, please carry my love to the others.”