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 Crow-Raven

Crow-Raven, black feathers wings of night.

Spirit of the otherworld, guides my shamans flight.

Peck the flesh from these bones devour me this night.

Teach me of the world, the joys of astral flight.

I give thanks for your presence and your dreams.

I give thanks for carrying me on darkened wings!

© Rob Wilson 2004

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As with all our soul journeys we start in the darkness of the North, the womb tomb, here we meet Crow. The Crow People are those who know the mysteries of the thin edge we walk between life and death. Here we also find the Bone Singers. Crow carries us on darkened wings of spirit flight, to the realm of the Ancestors.

Crow brings the message of Death as friend and final release, the calling of the dark night, of winters icy fingers as we sink into the arms of sallow skin over thin bones. Crow sings the stories of what has been, the shifting sounds of life on land and the comfort of the end of days knowing that the story is always retold. With Crow he carries us on darken wings so that we see through ancestral eyes the stories of land, the murmur of the rivers waters, the whisper of an ancient breeze upon your skin, and suddenly we remember. We learn how to sing at a souls birthing, and just as important, at a souls dieing.

The Crow-Raven Drum is a Reindeer Hide Drum, carrying the ragged rags of a black winters night and Crow feathers.

The Bone Singers Drum is a Neolithic Style Pot Drum. Red deer hide stretched over a clay pot.

See Clan of Bird: A Soul Journey for a special workshop in 2007