Last week, right on the big day of the solar eclipse, new moon and Uranus/Pluto square, I had a visitation. It was a beautiful spring day, so I opened the house, leaving only screen doors closed. Hearing a rather large buzz, I looked out to my patio to see...thousands and thousands of bees swarming. Within minutes the whole wall of the chimney of our outdoor fireplace was brown with bees. Many of them were clearly checking out the eaves of the patio roof and the pillars, seeking out a place to form a hive.
I called a bee removal service, and then did a little shamanic journey to communicate with them that they'd better clear out of there before the exterminator arrived. But they persisted, quickly forming a hive the size of a basketball and the shape of a heart, which is typical. I felt sad that they were doomed, but at the same time they were clearly aggressive. I was told that they might fly away, or they might decide to make honey there and establish a honeycomb, making removal more complicated. They would have to go.
A very nice, calm man arrived and suited up, readying his batch of...soapy water. I learned that bees have a breathing apparatus that the soap clogs. They would suffocate, and quickly. He would simply shoot soapy water into the hive and let big clumps of bee bodies fall into his bucket. They would not really have time to react or attack him, though they are probably Africanized (Here in AZ there are very few European bees now.) The swarms are getting bigger and are, he said, getting more and more aggressive.
Evidently bees can't fly for too long, so they look for a place to rest. They form a huge cluster around the queen, who was in the center. They will attack or give their lives to protect her.
Now, since I refused to treat this as a coincidence, I wanted to make meaning of it. My Animal Speak book says that in Egypt, bees meant royalty. They also symbolize fertility, and of course industry and community. But the question was, what did this all mean to me?
"What does the queen symbolize?" my spiritual mentor asked me. The answer welled up from deep within. "The sacred feminine." That is what my work is about--protecting the sacred feminine.
"And what is the honey?" Well, hopefully I am on the team of people producing nourishment for the sacred life. It's even amazing to me to remember that my name--Pamela--means "honey." Hmmmm. (Can our life work be encoded in our name?)
Another reflection: When the queen is killed, as she was in this case, the survivors turn on each other! Now it's every man for himself, and they are aggressive. What a metaphor for the world now! For those to whom the sacred feminine appears to be dead, it's every man for himself. Aggression is the way to survive.
But we, spirited women, stand for a different way. We still have time to take a stand for seeing life as a sacred journey, and for beginning by protecting (with fierceness if necessary) the sacred feminine.
And we can't do it alone. We are a growing community of workers who can cluster together, work together in perfect harmony to make honey--that sweet, nourishing nectar of life--available to all those we meet. Join me....Buzzzzzz....