Owl

On a shamanic journey I met my spirit guide, the Owl. 

If you call him a "totem animal," he flies away. He insists on "Spirit Guide, Great Horned Owl." Name him meticulously, he deigns to stay awhile, though he refuses to answer questions or give advice, preferring to hang out in silence. We sit together on an old oak limb, scouting for delicious mice.

Owl is the sign of infinite aloneness, the harbinger of boundless solitude. This is what he teaches, if I am permitted to put it into words:

"To be one is your birthright. But you are so afraid of unity, you create conflict, then complain about it, just to pretend there are two.

"The world may look chaotic, conflicted, divided and broken, but nothing you perceive could possibly appear outside the silent wholeness and seamless unity of your own awareness. If you would heal the world, become aware of your awareness. Whoooo.... Shhhhh."