🕊️ The Sacred Garden Speaks: Messages from the Winged Ones

QFFC Reflection for the Sacred Garden Ritual

By Rev. gin Bishop, Soul Doula of the Quantum Fusion Fellowship of Compassion

Lately, nature has been coming for my face. Literally.

Over the past week, I’ve had four different flying creatures crash into my body like living metaphors—each one delivering an invitation I couldn’t ignore.

🦋 First, it was a Monarch.

A brush of fragile wings across my cheek on a quiet afternoon walk. The Monarch, the soul traveler. A symbol of transformation, resilience, and ancestral return. It whispered, "You are not alone. You are becoming. Don’t forget who you are, or who walks with you."

🌒 Then came a mysterious night insect—

unfamiliar, maybe even otherworldly darting straight into my face under moonlight. Not to harm, just… to interrupt. It felt like a cosmic glitch in the matrix. An energetic ping from the unseen: "Pause. There’s something in the dark you’re not seeing yet. Don’t fear the unknown—it may be carrying a key."

🐝 A few days later, a Bumblebee flew into me.

Fuzzy. Heavy. Sacred. It bounced off my face with surprising force and reminded me: "Stop overthinking. Just serve. Just be. Pollinate with purpose. But protect your honey and your hive. "I heard the message clearly: Do less. Mean more. The sacred doesn’t need to be loud to be revolutionary.

🦟 And then yesterday—a Mosquito bit me in the third eye.

You read that right. The third eye. Of all places. The most sensitive, intuitive, spiritually charged part of the body. And this tiny, buzzing vampire chose it as a landing pad. It didn’t just suck blood—it activated sight. I felt it in my body, my field, my knowing. "Time to cleanse. Recalibrate. Shield your vision. Your next level of insight requires new boundaries."

🌿 So here we are:

On the eve of the Sacred Garden Ritual—and I can’t help but feel like these messengers were clearing the soil for what’s to come.

They brought:

• 🦋 Blessings of Becoming

• 🌒 The Beauty in Mystery

• 🐝 Sacred Service with Boundaries

• 🦟 Psychic Fortification

This Garden isn’t just dirt and plants. It’s a living altar for rebirth. And the buzzing, biting, bumping creatures? Hey were the Gatekeepers.

So tomorrow, when we open our circle and step into communion with what grows in light and what hides in shadow—I’ll remember:

Nature knows what’s needed before I do. The Garden always speaks…And sometimes, its messages come with wings.

🕊️ QFFC Members:

Bring your presence. Bring your breath. Bring your prayers to plant.

The Sacred Garden is waiting. And the messengers have already arrived.