Hummingbird Feathered Warriors
Huitzilopochtli, the Aztec god of war and sun, appeared in my room last night. Or at least I think it was him.
My heart had been pounding for the past several days, preventing me from achieving a healing night’s sleep. I admit I’ve neglected my body over the past few months. I need to readjust my diet and commit to exercising regularly again. Stressful financial worries and menopause hormonal fluctuations add to this recipe for heart palpitations.
This week, I’ve become more mindful of what I eat and rebound twice daily. At bedtime each night, I’ve also been praying for healing help from the Unseen Realms and the Creator of me.
Last night, I thought I was imagining great fiction when I sensed this fierce feathered character in the corner of my room. It offered to help me with the pounding in my heart. It didn’t occur to me until writing this, that this Being may have shown up in response to my prayers.
I don’t believe in asking any Unseen Realm Beings for help without offering something in exchange, so I asked what it wanted. The answer was, “Continue what you are doing and go deeper into it. Do more.”
It wouldn’t give me its name, saying it wasn’t necessary. I could only sense an imposing warrior-type figure clothed in feathers with something covering its face. After roughly 10 minutes, the pounding of my heart significantly subsided, allowing me to sleep. It wasn’t perfect, but it was certainly much better than on previous nights.
Upon awakening today, I didn’t remember it. Scrolling through social media, pictures of hummingbirds seemed to appear in the most unusual places. I opened a reel from Instagram via Facebook featuring a still of a flowing river. It turned out to be a Native American story about a hummingbird who saved the forest in which he lived from a fire.
I suddenly remembered that just before awakening the previous morning, I had dreamed of a hummingbird flapping its wings in the air. I had never dreamed of a hummingbird before, and they are not native to Belgium, where I live.
Unable to ignore a coincidence, I Googled hummingbird in mythology. I always do this whenever I receive a name from a Being I sense or an animal appearing in my dreams or appearing in odd circumstances. This way of researching has developed organically over the years. Whenever I researched something, it typically ended up being related to mythology.
What a surprise I had today when I looked up hummingbirds. The rendering of Huitzilopochtli was at the top of the list. It looked exactly like what I sensed was in my room last night.
Huitzilopochtli’s name is a cognate of the Nahuatl words huitzilin, “hummingbird,” and opochtli, “left.” Aztecs believed that dead warriors were reincarnated as hummingbirds and considered the south to be the left side of the world; thus, his name meant the “resuscitated warrior of the south.”
Representations of Huitzilopochtli usually show him as a hummingbird or as a warrior with armour and helmet made of hummingbird feathers. (reference from Britannica).
Taking a break from writing this, I watched a short video on shamanism. Again, I could feel this warrior manifest next to me. The video was explaining shamanistic practices, including retrieving your power and soul. My feathered visitor spoke in my mind, “You’ve sealed your own power, child.”
I’m quite stoic and rarely cry when experiencing stressful periods like I’m currently experiencing. Those words made me want to weep. So I did, even if only for a few minutes. It felt like a release, a small opening.
Maybe all of this is the start of a new healing process. Diet changes, exercise, allowing myself to believe in Beings like this again, and crying.
I’ve never written about an encounter like this before, nor do I publicly share all my personal experiences of the interactions I have sensed with the Unseen Realms. Knowing humans' great imaginations, I’ve always doubted my mind. However, when faced with this type of coincidence—whether fabricated or authentic—I want to finally decide on what side of the fence I sit.
Believe or don’t believe? Do more and go deeper? Cry more?
What do you think?