I've been having very odd luck latelly. I have been catching all of the things thrown to me. Being a moment too soon or late for something bad or avoiding something I wouldn't have wanted, etc. I got selected to go to Ohara Japan, Got my first kiss, having a fantastic relationship with my girlfriend. Everything's going VERY well.

This all confuses me, since EVERY SINGLE TIME I go into or out of a building, there is a crow or a raven sitting on the building directly over the door I'm entering or exiting, and it's Cawing or squaking VERY loudly. Like, noticably loudly. Friends have even commented on my sudden attraction of crows. It's really actually frightening, because I can almost anticipate it. And as soon as I get outside, I know exactly where the crow will be.

I'm not a very supernatural person, but this is just odd. Sure, one might blame it on the fact that the winter is dying down and the crows are more active, and squaking earlier for a mate. But EVERY time I go outdoors, and ALWAYS above the door I come in and out of? I'd also assume I'd be getting supernaturally bad luck from the usual association of blackbirds to evil. Instead, I've been getting odd luck that other people have also noticed.

Dare I make a connection between the two? Am I crazy? I just find this VERY odd, and a pretty interesting situation to find myself in. I don't really believe in symbolism like this, but it's still interesting.

JediKirby

well crows and ravens are cool, so no worries...

no wait, ravens are one of the smartest creatures in the animal kingdom, they must be planning something...

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or they could signify the coming dowonfall of all of your newfound luck. dun dun dun

I wouldnn't make much of it simply because I don't normally believe in that kind of stuff, but it is really odd.

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"

That is really odd, but I wouldn't think too much of it.

I enjoyed that Simpsons where they did "The Raven"

Count 'em, Kirb.

From the Dictionary of Superstitions published by Oxford University Press:

One for sorrow,
two for mirth,
three for a wedding,
four for birth,
five for rich,
six for poor,
Seven for a witch,
I can tell you no more.

The Crone calls you........

<3

That's the first time I've ever used that stupid heart symbol. But The Raven is worth it

I counted today. I swear to freaking god: I saw 19 crows today directly above doors I'd go into, and doors I'd go out of. Absolutelly NOT kidding, I saw 19 crows ONLY above the door and ONLY when I go in and out. I counted none other. This is really starting to scare me. It's been happening for about a week or two now, right along with my newfound luck.

JediKirby

You need to start shooting them.

*calls back crows/ravens*

Good work, minions. Actually, it wasn't me for once. I'd just be happy you've got one of the coolest birds chasing you around all day, I love crows/ravens. They're my favourite bird. Although associated with evil...

If you could somehow become the alpha crow....

Lol!
:p

Crows are NOT associated with evil. :p

Yes, and sparrows are psychopomps. I remember my Stephen King.

Kirbs, there wouldn't happen to be a string of murders that have all inexplicably been linked to you, would there?

Unless it's reffereing to how he's a one man army, they've been known to follow armies.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!



Has it occured to you that its one bird thats following you because of something? Like something shiny it likes? Or is that magpies...

I doubt a single bird WAITS for me all day long while in school.

And it's not just Crows, I've seen 2 or 3 ravens too (Although they're pretty rare here, even weirder.)

This is seriously leading me to think a little more into things.

JediKirby

is there a difference between them apart from beak colour?

Size, brain size, talon size, etc.

Time to put on some white make-up and a trenchcoat.

I was gonna say, did you kill someone in any brutal fashion? Maybe The Crow might be after you.

Only symbolism I can think of is that a lot of crows toward the end of spring is supposedly a sign of a long, cold winter ahead.

That and a demon called Raym, the destroyer of cities, appearing as a crow perched among the ruins.

But that's all nonsense. Train them to fetch food and beer for you, and attack your enemies. The Raven man, they'll call you.

Great idea!

I'm seriously thinking about asking a natural specialist to see if it's common that crows are perched above doors, maybe to look at people, or something, and if they're more frequent this time of year?

Made me think of this pic...but



From a book of mine on Native American omens.....so..no need to worry...it's a good thing....:D

Funny, I had something like that last year. I didn't mind it though, I love those birds. :/

Holy ****, you went through 19 doorways in a single day? Man, I must have no life or something, because that seems really excessive to me.

I come out of my house: 1
I go into the school: 2
I leave the school: 3
Into the technical center: 4
I leave the tech center: 5
Go to the school: 6
I leave the school AGAIN: 7
Tech Center AGAIN: 8
School AGAIN: 9
Leave the school for home: 10
Home: 11
Leave the house for meeting: 12
Enter building for meeting: 13
Leave building: 14
Go to restaurant a block away: 15
Leave restaurant: 16
Stop off at comic store: 17
Leave store: 18
Get home: 19

Doesn't seem excessive to me?

Have you been shadowed by this man?

The matrix has you. That is all

Maybe theres a lot of crows - its spring after all

Of course if you watch The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock, you'll feel alot better.

I think I speak for everyone, now, when I say I would like a picture if at all possible.

Stop wearing your female crow shirt everyday and maybe they'll leave you alone. :p

And there was a crow at every single one of those doorways, in and out??

Holy...

Train them, it's about time you exploit this unnatural occurence.

Exactly my point. I don't believe in the supernatural, but that's just freakish.

And pictures aren't possible, since I down own a digital camera. I might be able to con my friend into borrowing his.

JediKirby

Kirby aren't you like a photography guy?

WTF?

I agree with whoever said you should start shooting them.

Time to go hunting, kirby.

It's illegal to kill crows because their scavengers. At least in NY, probably the rest of the US too. But it's only illegal if you are caught.