I was told often from my Bohemian Grandmom many folklore, traditions, secrets, and old wives tales since my earliest years on Earth. One of my favorites which holds to this day to be the most accurate and freakishly true is the tale of when the crow comes and calls to you (physically). You would imagine with my Native American past that this omen would be told very often; but it oddly is not mentioned. So It remains an "old world" folklore.
When the "Crow Calls" is a physical experience which occurs too many of us. Those of us in tune with nature and the folklore pay serious attention when this happens. Those of us that are not in touch with nature or have no clue about the tale, live life possibly ignoring or overlooking a tell tale message sent to them by the powers that over see all.
It has been told for hundreds of years by Europeans that lived under the guise of mystic or gypsy "status" that the crow is synonymous with death or bad happenings. It was told to me first by my "ancient" grandmother (Bohemian and from a family of outcast gypsies in 1922). The tale is quite simple: when a single crow stands upon your porch, window or on a branch looking inward or directly at you, calling out loudly to you for no apparent reason... he is a messenger of death or bad omen sent as a warning from a higher power. It is a warning to either: 1) a close friend of family member will die very soon or 2) you or someone close to you will suffer a life altering experience or near death experience. Never will the crow tell you in advance of your own sudden death, that is up to your own gods or hierarchical beings which guard and watch you.
Being told this folklore probably when I was around 8 years old or so it was kinda weird and creepy to me; however, it has repeatedly been true and accurate for my entire life since. I wanted to share a few of these warnings from the crows followed by the incidents. (Many things may have occurred in addition to these examples, but to be honest, I can't remember them all, I never wrote them down.)
(My first remembered warning): In 1982, the crow yelled at me in my backyard on a branch of a tree I climbed everyday, it scared me because I had remembered what my grandmom said. The following day was Thanksgiving: my mom and dad got in a huge argument at dinner and my father stormed out of the house and never came back. They were divorced within that same year.
2) 1988 (March 1). The crow visited me on my window sill very early in the AM before school. He yelled and knocked on my window waking me up. I knew the sign at this time. That evening I got a call that my grandfather was really sick. So I went over to see him in his bed. He said: "he has always loved me the most and will always look after me." That evening he had a major heart attack and died in bed.
3) 1988 (New Years Eve). I was skateboarding by myself in my neighborhood. A crow soared down on a metal fence and started yelling directly at me for like 5 minutes. That night my brother John died in a house fire at my step mom's house. He had a party and someones cigarette caught the carpet and house on fire. He and all of his were passed out. Only John died, the rest got out ok.
4) 1989. The crow visited in the morning again knocking on my window and crowing. Two days later my friend Chris from high school died in a car crash in Loch Raven, MD.
5) 1990. A crow visited me again in the morning knocking on my window and screaming. A few days later another friend, Peter from high school, committed suicide by driving his car off a steep cliff because his girlfriend broke up with him. Again in Loch Raven, MD.
6) 1994. Another visit from a crow yelling at me. I received word two days later on a Saturday morning that my good friend Paul died in a DWI accident in Parkville, MD after leaving a party that we were all at together.
7) 1997. I had a very creepy visit this time. I was visiting my paternal grandfathers grave site on Memorial Day. A crow flew down on his tombstone and began cawing loudly. I actually shewed him off. A week later, my paternal (Native American) grandfather died in Boston.
7) 2002. I went to a gun range to go shooting with a very close buddy of mine. While at the range a crow landed on the gun stand roof and started going insane, yelling, knocking and even flying in our faces. I felt an omen this time very strong but stayed quite. On our way home Tom mentioned that "one day he would use his handgun to kill himself", then he laughed. I said, "that would be one hell of a mess beings its a .357 magnum". He shot himself in the head two days later in his dorm room at Salisbury College, MD in front of 2 of his college buddies.
8) 2005. I kept getting thoughts of my friend Joe (who knew Tom closely). I hadn't seen him since Tom's funeral. I got a morning visit on a beautiful summer morning from a crow that landed on my trucks hood and started yelling at me. Two or three days later Joe killed himself at a party in front of a room full of people.
9) 2006. The crow called to me in the early AM hours again. That same day a very close person to me got in a major car accident and very, very luckily was not killed. Her car was hit and smashed into a guard rail by a fully loaded dump truck in rush hour traffic.
10) 2008. I was in the Outer Banks, NC taking a morning walk on the beach. A crow landed on a piling literally 5 feet from me and starred me down big time. After about two minutes of direct eye contact, he started cawing at me, like in my face. He had no fear at all of me. I turned and walked away fearing again. That same day I had a serious situation which I could not get out of that affected me for years after.
11) 2012. Around 7am it was a beautiful late spring day. I had my patio door fully open. I started hearing the loud cawing of a crow. I did not want to go to the door to check it out, but I did. A crow was sitting about 6 feet away on a post in my garden. He was looking at me yelling his head off. After about 2 minutes he took off. I feared the worst and stayed in the house the whole day. The following day I received a call that my old best friend Dane had died suddenly at 40 years old!
So take it for what is worth. An omen bird to me, may be a blessing to you. BUT, pay attention to natures messenger's... they are paying attention to you.
