A friend on the east coast of the US was ill, and I undertook to search the Astral on her behalf in search of healing.
As I entered the World Below, I found myself flying strongly across the continent, taking on the form of Thunderbird. I soared above the jet stream, and crossed mighty distances with powerful wing strokes. I traveled west into the setting sun, arriving at the Pacific coast as the moon rose behind me. Thunderbird stretched vast wings across the sky, and sunlight sprang from the tips of his feathers. The wing tips burned with the glow of the setting sun, and then merged into moonlight as the sun sank, replaced by glow of the moon. His wings gathered moonlight until we shone.
Light crackling along the strong pinion feathers like lightning, we traveled east again to find the person who needed healing. We found her standing alone at the edge of a forest, naked, drenched by a driving rain. Thunderbird rushed out at her, talons extended. They grabbed at her breastbone, talons sinking into her weeping flesh.
Thunderbird left me then, and I watched as He bore her away to a secure nest of safety, wounded slightly by the journey, but in a better place.
When I returned, I spoke these words to the one who sought healing:
Seek the clarity that clear skies above you can bring. The sun and moon shall light your path, although you now feel that the clouds and rain are endless. You need not be trapped by the pain that surrounds you. Retreat for awhile... find a place of security, and there you will heal.
~Flame RavenHawk
April 30, 2004