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Cardinal Signs & Symbols, Message from Dean Brooks

What can These Cardinal Symbols Mean for You?

The Cardinal Color Red: Symbolic of Vitality, Importance, Faith & Power

Cardinals can bring color and vitality into our lives. Their crimson color can remind us of the importance of ourselves as individuals in the circle of life. As the cardinal red color is symbolic of faith, so it can remind us to “keep the faith” though circumstances might look bleak, dark and hopeless.

The Cardinal Cycle of Twelve: Symbolic of Cycles, Life, Death & Renewal

Twelve hours make a day and twelve months make a year. Twelve is a vital life cycle and regardless of the time of year, the time of day or the time of life you are presently confronting, you are a part of the cycle. You are a vital element in the circle of life and regardless of where you are in that cycle You always have the opportunity for restoration, revitalization and renewal.

The Cardinal Sounds: Symbolic of Cheer, Elevation, Clarity & Communication

The call of a cardinal can come to cheer us up, or cheer us on. The unique clarity of his call is can be used to gain our attention and lift us from our depression, our sorrow or perhaps our ordinariness. The cardinal’s call can call to us to do our duty. A cardinal call can tell us to give up any vanity or appearances we may be holding on to and follow the hope in our heart, a cardinal hope that will lead us, on our upward journey through the cycle of life.

Cardinal Parenting & Mating: Symbolic of Care, Duty, Dedication & Transformation

**The female cardinal’s voice in the world may remind a woman that she too has a voice and it may be time to find it and begin expressing herself. The parental and mating behavior of cardinals can remind us that our dedication to nurturing and caring for our loved one is also a part of the natural life cycle.

The caring manor of a male cardinal can remind us that we are never really alone, that there is a father above who will always protect and care for us. Cardinal Health is symbolic of: strength, readiness, self-preservation & vitality.

The cardinal may be suggesting that our current diet may be injurious to our health. The cardinal can be a sign that we must be prepared to fight for our health.

When the fiery crown of a cardinal rises, it can also let us know that we have the strength of spirit within us to win the fight!

A Brief History of the Cardinal Symbol

While we usually think of a symbol as a visual form, much of the meaning can be found in the origins of the word that identifies that form. The history of the word cardinal sheds a lot of light on it’s symbolic meanings today. So, where did the roots of the word cardinal come from? And, how did the word cardinal come to define the bird?

Interestingly, the base root of the word cardinal is actually connected to the word cross. It comes from the Old Norse word, kross and the Latin word, crux. For the ancient Romans, the Latin word crux, had come to mean “a guidepost that gives directions at a place where one road becomes two”. Today the root word cross is contained in many words we commonly use: across, crucial, crucify, cruise (to cross the sea, or go backwards and forwards), cruiser, crusade, crux, and excruciate. The cross is of course universally recognized as a Christian symbol, but the symbol of the cross
was not used by Christian’s alone. The same symbol was also used by early Mexicans. It was one of the emblems of Quetzalcoatl, as lord of the four cardinal points, and the four winds that blow therefrom. In the cardinal sense, the cross represents fourfold systems: the four directions: north, south, east, and west; the four seasons; the four elements; the four winds; etc.

In the thirteenth century, Dante attributed Cardinal Virtues of Justice, Prudence, Temperance and Fortitude, to the four brightest stars in the Southern Cross. This was done before the discovery and naming of the constellation (in 1679). As history reveals, the early explorers used the four cardinal directions in the form of a cross to discover the new world. Our world itself is constructed in the shape of a cross, whose four points correspond to the four cardinal points or intersections of the horizon with the meridian.

So, how did the word cardinal come to define the bird? The word cardinal originates from the Latin word cardinali, meaning principal or chief. The chief Catholic priests from the Vatican in Rome are Cardinals, who wear ‘cardinal’ red cassocks. Cardinal is also a vivid red color. The family of birds, known as the Cardinalis, takes its name from the color of the cassocks worn by the cardinal priests.

Now that we have seen where the symbols of the cross and the color come from, we can continue to the heart of the matter. Cardinal is also rooted in the heart, originating from the root word cardo, meaning heart. Cardo, also stems into the word cardinis, used for the hinge of a door, or a pivot; that on which something turns. In Latin, cardo means hinge or axis, something on which all else depends, as does the general meaning of the word crucial. What does a hinge have to do with a heart?

A hinge (cardo) is literally the place on which a door swings and is always moved. It is so called after the term Greek kardia (heart), because as the heart (cor) governs and moves the whole person, just as this pivot governs and moves a door. The cross has four points, and the human heart has four chambers or closed spaces, two atria and two ventricles. In Latin cardium means heart. In Greek word for heart is kardia, which comes from the Indo-European root kerd meaning heart and that is as far back into the history of the word cardinal we were able to reach.

I understand now, that in the same way the cardinal brings hope and cheer in the bareness of winter, he beacons us to rise above our grieving hearts and know that there is a full and happy life beyond death and sadness. This little red bird is a messenger of hope and all this time he has been shouting “cheer, cheer”, how foolish I feel now that I could not hear what he was trying so hard to tell me. From – http://www.thecardinalexperience.com/journey/index.php?page=pages&id=1

Cardinals have a long symbolic history of visiting those who are saddened by loss, in particular, a “Cardinal Loss”, the heartrending loss of a loved one. It was through a series of visitations from a small red cardinal that the answers to many painful questions about living life, after death began to unfold, and ironically, as I began sharing my Cardinal Experience with others, others began sharing their unique Cardinal Experiences with me. That’s when I began researching and discovered that the Cardinal Experience was a phenomenal encounter that had touched countless human lives throughout history. While the experience itself was enlightening, it was through the act of sharing this Cardinal phenomenon that the dark pain of grief began transforming into the light of hope, and so our mission began.

Cardinal Signs & Symbols thanks to Guest Blogger, Dean Brooks

The Difficult Decision to End the Suffering

I looked up from the front-office switchboard just as the young woman stumbled through the front door.  She stood blinded by her tears in the middle of the shelter  lobby, immobilized by her distress.  I quickly slipped from behind the counter and approached her.  “Can I help you?”  I asked kindly, suspecting what she was about to say.

Instead of speaking, the woman thrust her hand forward.  I removed the slip of paper from her clenched fingers and read it silently.  “I have to put my dog Molly to sleep” she had written.  “I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk when I got here, so I wrote this note.”

Tears welled in my own eyes. I reached out to touch her shoulder in sympathy and she flung her arms around my neck, sobbing.  “It’s okay to cry,” I assured her.  I hugged her for a long moment, then, with my arm still around her shoulders, I gently guided her to a small room just off the lobby and sat next to her.  With as much compassion as possible, tears spilling down my cheeks, too, I asked her the questions that had to be answered, and filled out the necessary form.  What kind of dog was Molly? (Oh, Pomeranians are wonderful dogs, I have one myself. I know how hard this must be for  you…) How old is she? (Eighteen years? How lucky she is to have had such a long life with you.  Still, it’s never long enough….)  Why  does she need to be euthanized? (Cancer.  I’m so sorry…)  I worked at the  Humane Society for 20 years.  Almost daily, owners brought their old, ill, injured, and infirm dogs to the shelter so we could end their pets’ suffering.  It never got easier. Molly and her owner came to the shelter in the last month of my employment there.  The woman’s pain pierced my heart just as sharply as the pain of the first owner whose request for euthanasia I had heard 20 years before.

Anyone who has ever had to make that incredibly difficult decision to end a canine, cat, horse, whatever type of animal or other cherished pets life knows how all-consuming that grief can be-how deeply it penetrates your soul, and how close to the surface the pain lingers, even years after the loss.

The Last Kind Thing

Euthanasia literally means “good death,” from the Greek words eu (“good) and thanatos (“death”).  Euthanasia by injection is the method considered the most humane by the American Veterinary Medical Association, and all major animal- protection groups.  It is a combination of injecting an overdose of an anesthesia drug- sodium pentobarbital into the animal’s vein or, in some cases abdominal cavity.  After the drug has been administered, the animal lapses into unconsciousness within seconds, and death follows shortly after.  If you have ever been anesthetized for surgery,  you know what an animal experiences during euthanasia:  One moment you are conscious, and the doctor is telling you to count backwards from 100, and then you’re out.  The difference, of course, is that you wake up in the recovery room later,  remembering almost nothing of what happened during the relatively short time that you were unconscious.

We use euphemisms for the act of ending our pets’ lives, because we don’t want to say that we killed them.  We “Put Them To Sleep.” We “send them to the Rainbow Bridge.”     We need to believe we aren’t killing them.  You are not.  Websters dictionary defines killing as “depriving life.”  When its time for your pet to die because of old age, untreatable disease, injury, or even serious behavior problems, you aren’t depriving him of  life as much as you are giving him a gift.  You are relieving his suffering and easing a passage that every living creature will eventually and inevitably face.  You are doing the last kind thing for him after a lifetime of loving kindness.  You are giving him the privilege of a good death.

Take the time to say good-bye in a way that you would like to remember.

Knowing When

When you know in your heart that it is time , don’t let anyone talk you out of it.  If your veterinarian tells you he can keep your pet alive for three more weeks with a new treatment, but your instincts tell you differently, or your resources are stretched to thin and you have already mentally prepared yourself for the death, you don’t have to succumb to the “life at any cost” temptation.

Your best friend may tell you that your pet doesn’t look so bad, but follow your own truths.  She doesn’t know your pet like you do.  She may not see how depressed the animal is, or understand how humiliated she feels when she soils herself.  You kn ow what’s right  for your pet.  From Pat Miller and my own perspective, as I have always honored the love of my pets, and my instincts on when they have had enough.  You know the end is now.  When bad days start to out number the good, try to choose a good day for her final one.  That way in your last memories of her, she still has some wag in her tail and some sparkle in her eye.

Know that all living things cross over to the other side.  Home.  In fact…they become young and full of what we remember, and they wait for us.  They are the first for us to see when our turn to cross over is.  The light that brought us into this life, awaits ever brither upon our return, and a soft, bundle of wet kisses, and wagging tails are the very thing to take us back.  With their unconditional love….who better to help us know where we are going.  And with endless and unconditional love they do.

Written by Pat Miller, with additional comments by Vicki Monroe.

Do You Believe In Soul Mates?

Hi Everyone!  Been a while…don’t grumble…winters are long and hard for me.  The solitude of the New England weather, the darkness, and the insurmountable endless days and nights that flow without care, one into another, until we wonder what day it is?  And how much longer the winds will whip, and the snow and rains will fall, before a flower peaks up through the thawing ground.  This winter has left me much time to speculate and has given me a long awaited chance to rethink things of the past, some things to leave there, a memory best left in my mind, a lesson best remember for all time.  And other things …mistakes, issues that became more than they needed, friends forgotten…now recalled, and how as time continues it’s pursuit in the ultimate ending…we all have purpose.  We all are spiritual beings who chose a human existence.  We are here to learn, to love, to forgive, and not forget.  To forget is a lesson lost, and each lifetime heeds us many lessons.  The reason for  my question, in my title, is that through out this winter, this has been a question that I have heard over and over again.  Many people searching for that ultimate someone.  The person that will fulfill them.  To bring them the happiness they just can’t seem to find on their own.

The job, the money, the security, the knowing that “I cannot live this life alone, there has to be something else?”  But…what if this is all…there is nothing more.  You are where you are, and that is that.  Is this a terrible thing?  Did you make so many mistakes that the life you have can not be made into a good thing?  Are you with the wrong person?  Are you always looking for the grass to be greener on the other side of the fence?

Here’s my take on that.  No.  Not ever.  You are the living example of the choices you make.  You are the ultimate being in this world in that body, and all you believe can be changed.  All you choose can be undone.  And the person you thought you loved, and even married, can be undone, just remember something drew you to that person, a word, a look, an energy.  So many people have guilt.  Guilt over not being able to say goodbye,  of not being there when a loved one passes.  Of being the one to say, “It’s over.  I can’t do this anymore.  Or…”I loved you once, but that has faded, and I must go.  Or even to say…I have found another.”  These are real emotions.  Real feelings.  And we are not to feel guilt.  Falini once said…”Guilt is a waste of time….it is the past crippling us in the present.”  I so agreed with those words, I don’t believe we make mistakes when we choose this earthly incarnation.  We move through it.  Defying it, loving it, challenging it, and all along the way we meet others.  Some we feel a strange draw too, perhaps an attraction?  These are souls from past lives, they were lovers, friends, or merely close family…some we meet may be instantly disliked.  A feeling of wariness, or a fear even.  Also from another life.  Karma is a big bowl to hang onto if you don’t let a lot of it go.  How?  Make peace with those you dislike.  Be kind, sincere, and walk away.  If they in turn do not send the same feelings, it doesn’t matter, you and your souls karma have cleared them from your journey, never having to face that one again.  As is in every relationship, moment, and chance.  All of these we have chosen.  Soul mates are everywhere.  They are people who seem like siblings, even when the blood is not the same.  Do not feel guilty or honor bound to your blood relations, it means nothing, if the love there is not equal and only one is trying.  Eventually you will wear yourself out, trying to make the other happy.  And this, my friends is not living.  It is existing.  So release them, cut the chord, move onward, that leads ultimately, upward, outward, wherever the next world begins.  Lovers, they are the one thing every person seeks, and rarely finds, at least the first time.  We search and search…sometimes marrying the one person, we feel compelled to stay with, whom we aren’t absolutely certain about, worry about, yet want no onther to have them.  This is a past life love.  A certain devotion, and we carry on until we can no longer enable ourselves, but feel disabled to stay.  I know many stay for their children.  But if you remember, that all souls start in the same place, with the same task at hand, then children know exactly what we know.  They knew in the spirit world that love would always be there, but the faces may change.  Divorce is hard, and no matter when it happens or why, there is pain.  To say there isn’t would be lying.  Any time a relationship that carries feelings and love ends, their is pain.  Yet…when time begins to heal us, and cure us of our ills, we see that perhaps their is another, a person we never dreamed would come into our lives.  Yet again, when we meet them, it is an instant feeling of emotion.  These are soul mates too.  There are soul mates that make us feel instant attraction, and sexual feelings.  Others that we know are and will be our lifetime friends, and family.  And many that will teach us, guide us, for a day, a year, or longer, and then they are gone, but never forgotten.  Animals are soul mates.  Who has never not felt their heart break at the loss of a devoted pet, not matter what kind of pet it is.  They too, will travel the road home, the first for us to meet, when our turn to end this particular life is terminated.  As I tell all my clients, and from the lessons I have learned, love comes in many forms, embrace it.  Challenge it.  Change it.  When we lose passion for things, it is our infinite wisdom, our souls purpose to signal a change.  Rather than sit and feel sad, stand up, walk ahead, and see the light in the distance, it’s a new day, and new dawn, and no matter where your feet carry you.  Where your heart takes you, love is always there, perhaps in the eyes of a stranger…from hundreds of years ago.  Life is a mystery…your life is a novel, make the tale one of passion, profit and patience, and you have lived a life of wonder.

Do you live with Spirit in Mind? Or more in the Physical?

Hey everyone, I did the Seacoast for better living expo this past Saturday, and besides the most important question of “Who’s around me?” I was really intrigued that many asked if pets, as well as the spirits of loved ones, or of those we knew in prior life times are around?  Well….without any hesitation, the answer is  a resounding “YES”!  I think the best way to explain it would be this way.  Before we enter a life, we make a plan, a map so to speak.  And in this map, we have definite things that will be done.  And in others we have a choice or “Free Will,” as the other side likes to put it.  That gut feeling that makes us hesitate before acting, or speaking, or driving, etc….In their opinion, this is the voice of reason, not your brain, that is physical, it will die with the body, but your soul is 100% pure.  It cannot be polluted by society or religion, television, or a bad atmosphere.  We were born knowing all that there is and was, and will be.  And as we grow we begin to lose the ability to hear and listen to that inner voice, until all we feel is a hesitation, or doubt.  Their advice, when in doubt, even the smallest, Say NO!

It doesn’t mean forever, in all cases, it may simply mean, “Not Yet”, we may have to learn something first before moving into this direction.  I know that everyone has had that feeling before.  Should I, Shouldn’t I, and when we go against our deep inner feelings, we realize later, after the fact, that we made a mistake.  That we “knew,” we should have done the other.  Now…mistakes aren’t bad if we learn from them.  But to continue to make the same mistakes, well, that bring on another lifetime of one more thing you need to correct, learn, walk away from, and deal with.  It’s Karma, baby!  And it’s a bigger thing than anyone can beat.  You will be dealt a blow if you do it to another.  The old saying, what goes around, comes around?  So True!  So think before you speak, and if you feel it was a bit unfair, or mean, then apologize, but mean it.  You can say your sorry a hundred times, but if you don’t mean it, it doesn’t count.  In fact it’s one hundred more times you will have to fix it.  The simplest things in the life, and the way our spirits really are, that is how we are to live.  Yes our physical bodies can wreck havoc, and some forget the soul and it’s internal reasoning, so much so, that terrible things happen.  Again, this is not the soul, but the physical which has lost all reason, and lives only for itself, it believes in only itself, and that whatever he or she does, it’s of no matter.  It’s a very sad thing.  I was speaking to a group of people a few weeks ago, and it amazed me how this one couple, who were verbally abusive to others, and judgmental, as well as bitter, and hateful, believed that they would go straight to heaven when they died, and yes they will, but not without seeing all they had done to others and feeling all the pain they caused.  The soul was pure, but the physical was cruel and without compassion of any king.  What annoyed me the most about them, was that they believed because they were “Good Christians,” and being in church every Sunday, they were in Gods favor.  As I said, they will have a rude awakening.  Only we can judge ourselves when we leave a life, and people that live without compassion, patience, tolerance, love, and above all, non-judgment, will see and feel the pain they caused.  Yes…heaven is home, and this is work, and each of us has our own mission in mind.  My advice would be to listen to your mind, that gut feeling, and not your brain.  Anything that has physical matter will one day die, but our souls live forever.  And the way you treat people, animals, and all living things, determines what you will decide is just and fair when you return home.

Voices From Heaven – Are You Listening?

Welcome to my newest blog, and my Twitter, although I must say, Twittering is something I’m not sure of how to do yet, it’s one more step to my building my intelligence in the world of the fast and furious advancement of techno-savvy things.

I recently had some dental work done. And through the experience, where you could see how much the technology has advanced, the fear of dental procedures as simple as a cleaning, has me shaking in my shoes! While I was in the chair, and the dentist was giving my teeth the exam, I never realized that he had stopped working, and that his assistant had as well. That cold water suction thing was in my mouth, and I couldn’t talk for lack of any moisture in my mouth, and having my eyes closed I didn’t see what was occurring. For me, it was just “Can we get this done, before I have a heart attack, mode. And just as quickly he was looking in my mouth. It wasn’t until my two sons went in for their cleaning the next week, and I had a follow up for a small filling. The receptionist at his office is a Licensed Psychotherapist. She is a very sweet and joyful person. As I walked in the door, at the top of the stairs I saw a spirit, very handsome young man. And I kept hearing him say, you know me. “YOU, no me!” And stood at the bottom of the stairs, and looked around me, as if he were talking to someone else. I looked back at him, and he was laughing at me! “No one behind you, and how many spirit messengers do you think walk through that door? After my face stopped burning red in embarrassment, I went upstairs and check in with the receptionist. As I did so, I saw the young man again, behind her. “This is my mom,” I know my mouth fell open, but quickly I shut it, not wanting to startle her. I nodded, and in my mind simply said…..”Oh I didn’t know she and the doctor had children?” Then the lecture followed of you are not suppose to wait five years to go to the dentist! Blah…..blah…blah…..I have great teeth, and other than one small pin prick of a cavity, it was fixed. But it was when I sat down in the waiting area that the receptionist started telling me a story that involved my family. Apparently while I was being examined the first time a week before, a song came on the radio, and song that according to them never is played on that particular station. In fact, they had put in requests for it, and were told, it’s not a part of our genre selection.

And that when I was sitting there, my eyes shut tight, terrified, my knuckles white as I clung to the chair, a song came on. Of course I was so preoccupied by hating where I was, I was completely void of anything else. The young man was standing behind me now, and I still didn’t listen. I just wanted out of there. As I listened to her tell me about this song coming on, and them not hearing it since their only son, who was literally in my face, smiling, and full of mischief, had died of a brain tumor over a year ago and this was the song they played at his memorial, I was not surprised, but overwhelmed. Both my sons had been in for a cleaning that day, and I had been there one week prior, and this song which never played came on. And only when we were there. She told me, if it plays today, I know its Mattie sending us a message. I agreed, and hoped I would be more calm so that I could hear it should it come on. Sure enough, I was listening to the sound of that awful drill, cringing inside, when I saw my dentist face, and his receptionist eyes tear up. We all, as if being told my a single voice turned to the hallway where Mrs. Dentist sat, she was pulling Kleenex out of the box left and right. She yelled back, it that lovely, sweet, happy voice. “Don’t look at me, I’m a blubbering mother right now. Stupidly with the dehydrator sucking all the moisture out of my mouth and me loaded with Novocaine, I tried to talk, but the words I said came out, like I had been on the biggest drunken stupor anyone could imagine. “bar bu bisting bu bis? And on I went. After the tears stopped, I could hear the song, the last of the chorus being played. I had never heard of this young man before. But I thought he has a voice as angelic as Celine Dion…..I quickly learned that the song was “You Raise Me Up,” by Josh Grobin. And until that day, I had never heard it before. This was the song at their son’s memorial, the song that had never played on the radio station they listened to. And for the first time, in over a year, they heard it, once the week before. Then that day, as my sons each sat in a different dental hygienist chair. And finally while I was in the chair. It hasn’t played since I left that day. My dentist and his wife are incredible people, compassion and love are just who they are. Losing their only son was a very hard blow to bare. And I knew it still affected them in a sad way, yet they were progressing and moving forward.

They even came to my office and I did a 4 hour session for them, and let them release a lot of the anger, and devastation they had with others who were not as kind and compassionate as they were to others feelings. But upon hearing from Matt, and hearing he was “Great, and life was SWEET”! They knew it was.

Mat died of a brain tumor. And now the family has begun an annual event to raise money for St. Jude’s, the hospital where Mat had gone. This year I have volunteered my services for this event. The Noyce Family Brain Tumor Drive. I am honored and so very blessed that Mat upon knowing I was there, gave his parents a clear and consistent sign that he was indeed a voice from heaven that would never fade from their lives. He was happy and well. And went into great details of his parents and his life. Even the knew kitten they had adopted the night before. That they were great lovers of animals, and if they took in one more animal, they may have to move and have more acreage as it might be considered a “Farm!” So much is done for us, here, by those we love on the other side yet, we ignore the smallest things. Pennies lying around, and we don’t notice them until we suck them into the vacuum. And the noise alerts us to “Oh my god, the belt is going to break!” Or the scent of cologne, perfume, aftershave. The feeling that you are not alone, that someone, though you cannot see them, is standing next to you, or behind you. A touch that we swat at, thinking it’s pesky mosquito! And the visits in the dream world. Everyone can experience these things, if they open their minds and their hearts to the voices around them. Heaven is merely a blink away, and the voices from our loved ones come through that archway. Closer than we ever imagined. Believing in something you were told didn’t exist for for entire life, can make you wonder if what you are experiencing is real? But re-training your mind, and opening your eyes to the endless possibilities that are there for us, and sooner rather than later, the voices from heaven find you, reassure you, and leave you with a sense of love and understanding that you never dreamed possible. They can even be heard in a song. So listen, and watch, little things are big things when we know our loved ones are still here, and loving us more than we could ever imagine.

In Light,

Vicki