Ravens are a physical manifestation of my Goddess, and they nest in the forest on our land.Their quorking and talking lends itself well to the spiritual atmosphere, especially around ritual times. These are welcome friends and we share a healthy respect for each other. I love being witness to their majestic flights across the sky.
Ravens are known as the "keeper of secrets", and are the teachers of mysticism. Their black color and diet of dead animals associates them with the vast void of darkness, which is representative of the unconscious. Raven flies to us with heightened awareness and understanding of our consciousness. It is with this new perception we begin seeing into the hearts of others and experience their feelings.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
~The Raven~ Edgar Allan Poe