Crows and Coconuts pt 2

You know the story didn’t end here.

I searched for crows still. Throughout history, the crow has been associated with both positive and negative symbolic meanings. The most common are:

  • Life magic; mystery of creation
  • Destiny, personal transformation, alchemy
  • Intelligence
  • Higher perspective
  • Being fearless, audacious
  • Flexibility, adaptability
  • Trickster, manipulative, mischevious

Other traditional meanings associate the crow with bad omen, death, and dark witchcraft. The crow also carries the power of prophetic insight and symbolizes the void or core of creation. (source)

An entity such as this landed on a branch at the same time a coconut fell. It seems fitting. But what does it mean and my question of why still hung in the air. But as I read on in the story…

And what of that coconut? Was it going to fall anyway? Was it ripening and ready to be released to the ground? Was the crows transformative, magical essence an inspiration to the coconut to fall to the ground to offer up its water, its milk, its flesh, its life energy, in a fearless way? For the coconut, things have changed drastically. Once arboreal, dangling, growing, expanding and to have let go of the branch to fall. The coconut was already going through so much on its own, and then to have the crow land…it’s in these moments that the human consciousness befuddles the situation. For a coconut, it just falls when it falls. To the best of my knowledge, a coconut does not swirl into an existential quandary about the influencer of the crow, the ego of wondering at the timing of it all, the wonderment of what happens next, for this coconut and the ones around it.

The coconut just falls. It surrenders to the universe.

It releases its connection to the branch, maybe experiences a brief moment of suspension, and then starts to feel the air wrap around the coconut, enveloping it in a timeless, wind tunnel. Where the energies of the crow and the ground merge, connect, dance in endless combinations, all of them and none of them, swirling, stunning, tickling the coconut. 

And it’s a surreal mix of reality and intuition, knowing and wishing.

“I can teleport to the stars…
like the universe is singing a song.
It’s just a story though
Is it a story though?
I can’t tell if it happened cause it felt impossible
Don’t know whether it was real or a dream
Imagination playing tricks on me
Now tell me what you know
Is this a story or
An allegory for the racket knocking at my door?
What’s the difference if it’s real or a dream?
Imagination playing tricks on me”

~Murakami, Made in Heights

Part I, Part III