I’m a big believer in signs and messages. After all I was given 6 months to live and was guided to Sedona, Az. for healing.
For the past six years Sand Hawks have been my totem animal. I live near the beach in Mexico and they’re quite common. But until a major event occurred in my life, I never noticed them.
I had a close friend, a Navy SEAL, who once served as Secret Service on Obama’s pre-election team. I called him my Warrior Man. He’d done all the things SEAL men do; but his heart was in South Sudan with the orphans and the displaced people. In the summer of 2011 when he retired, he followed his heart and went to live and serve amongst the refugees in Africa.
I found out about his death at midnight, November 2011. Supposedly he was fighting an incurable disease and lost the battle. I believe there was more to the story but I’ll never know. I never heard from him again. He left me a bodyguard. And he left me his journals in his will. He wanted me to understand his life and write about it. After more than a year, my bodyguard, who was Warrior Man’s best friend, refused to release the journals to me. Too much dangerous information for those still alive, including myself.
But my SEAL sent me Sand Hawks. The morning after he died they swooped down in my parking lot to introduce themselves. From that day forward, whenever something major was going on in my life, decisions, trouble, pain, the Sand Hawks would swirl above me. I remember laughing out loud at their appearance! Of course a warrior would send me hawks to let me know his spirit would always be with me. He’s been gone six years now. I think about him often. And treasure all our letters, and still stare at his photos and wonder about his life.
I tend to immortalize my lovers in my books. And that brings me to another very interesting man I call my Cowboy and mention briefly in LOVE The Beat Goes On. One day I will write that story too. Tthe timing is definitely not now.
In 2015 I wrote a novella called JET-Exposed based on the series by Russell Blake. In this book Jet meets up with Luke Raven, a billionaire techy/inventor/geek/warrior. Is he modeled after someone I know? Possibly. I like to leave my readers guessing.
I have no idea why I named him Raven. I wrote two JET books in 2015 and one in 2016 then went on to complete three novels. I love my JET series and my fans do too, so recently I decided to write a 4th. It will be out in July: JET-Displaced. It must be the right thing because a raven came to visit. Yes, he parked himself on the ledge on my patio and started talking to me. I was taken aback by his sharp voice and his change in pitch. Surprised and delighted.
He came back again the next day. Up close and personal. He waited to make sure I received his message. The Sand Hawks had moved on, and the Raven was now in charge.
When this totem appears in your life, amazing magic is imminent.
This beautiful black totem also brings messages of transition, change and healing because of its ability to cast light into the darkness.
When this happens, make sure that you are well grounded and have faith in your journey.
Raven magic will guide you through.
Lynda Filler 