Letting go

When you’re on the edge of a great letting go, sometimes the universe sends a sign so gentle and unexpected that it takes your breath away. For me, it came in the form of a wild kiwi asleep under the clothesline — and a sacred number blazing on my phone: 3:33.

It was just before the Full Moon in Taurus (Nov 5 2025, a month before we leave our soul sanctuary— a moon of love, release, grounding, and new beginnings — when the universe sent me a message so tender and unmistakable, I had to stop and catch my breath.

I had been feeling heartbroken. I had been leaning into the joy of a new beginning, but I had allowed myself to grieve the life we’re leaving—both emotions are valid.

The ache of leaving our beloved home in Kerikeri — our Soul Sanctuary — was pressing heavy against my chest. Add to that the sting of betrayal, the kind that cuts deep because it comes from family, and I felt cracked open.

That morning, my head heavy with an unseasonable and unwelcome flu, I could barely lift my energy. I set an intention to have a day of rest and a one-line word evocation, “how good can it get?” — some reassurance that everything was working for our highest good. Then Laurie called out from outside.

“Cass! Come see this!”

There, under the clothesline, nestled in the sun-dappled grass, was a kiwi.

A real, wild kiwi. Sleeping.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me — that familiar mound of brown feathers looked like a bundle of leaves or a fallen nest. But no. It was breathing softly, curved into itself, peaceful as a heartbeat. Its feathers shimmered with copper light as the sun found it through the leaves.

The sight stopped time.

Kiwis are rarely seen in daylight — nocturnal, secretive, and fiercely private creatures. For one to rest so openly in our garden felt like a miracle. And there I was, standing barefoot on the grass, watching this sacred bird sleep under our clothesline as though the earth itself had sent me a message:

You are safe. You are home. You are being held.

I lay on the grass, my head so close we were nearly touching. He woke sleepily, looked at me. Smiled. He didn’t run away!

I glanced at my phone.
The time read 3:33.

A holy number — a trinity of light. The divine whisper that the Ascended Masters are near, guiding, supporting, and loving you through the transformation.

And not just any day — it was 3 November, a powerful date before the Full Moon in Taurus. A moon of grounding, beauty, and abundance. A moon that asks us to release the old comforts that have become cages, and trust that something richer and truer awaits.

The Sacred Heart and the Wounded One

When I looked again at my phone, the image on my lock screen caught my breath — the Sacred Heart of the Blessed Mother, radiant and aflame, pierced yet still glowing with love.

The synchronicity was too powerful to ignore.

The kiwi under the clothesline.
The Sacred Heart on my screen.
The 3:33 portal of divine reassurance.
The Full Moon in Taurus urging release.

Each symbol was a piece of the same message — that heartbreak and betrayal are not endings, but initiations. The heart must sometimes break open to reveal the light inside.

The kiwi, a guardian of the earth and symbol of homecoming, appeared as I grieved the loss of my physical home. It was as if the spirit of Aotearoa itself was saying, You are of this land. You carry home within you.

The Sacred Heart reminded me that even when pierced, the heart continues to shine — that love, not resentment, is the true alchemy of freedom.

And the triple threes whispered: Trust the unfolding. You are not falling apart; you are falling into divine alignment.

A Ceremony for the Self

Later that evening, as the sky softened into gold, I lit a candle in honour of the kiwi and the unseen forces guiding me.

I spoke aloud a simple prayer:

“Thank you for reminding me that endings are not punishments but passages.
Thank you for this home that has sheltered my soul.
Thank you for this new beginning that calls me forward.
May I walk with grace into the unknown, knowing the Earth, the Divine, and the ancestors walk beside me.”

In that moment, I felt something shift — not outside, but within. The heaviness in my chest lifted, replaced by a deep calm. I realised that home is not a place. It’s an energy. A feeling. A belonging to yourself, to the earth, to the great unfolding mystery of life.

The kiwi had come to remind me of that truth.

The Message of 3:33

Numerologists call 333 the “Christ Consciousness” number — the vibration of healing through love, the sacred union of body, mind, and spirit. When this number appears, it signals that you are being protected and divinely guided, even through painful transitions.

The timing couldn’t have been more precise. 3:33 on 3 November, under the approaching Taurus Moon. The heavens, the earth, and the heart all aligned to say: You are on the right path.

Taurus teaches us that beauty, stability, and abundance are not things we lose — they are qualities we cultivate from within. Like the kiwi, we learn to burrow deep, to stay close to the ground of our being, to trust that life is renewing itself beneath the surface.

A Sign of Hope

As I watched the kiwi finally stir and waddle back toward the bush, I felt a surge of gratitude. This was not just an encounter with wildlife — it was a message from the living world, a reminder that nature mirrors the divine, and that when we are cracked open by loss, something wondrous can take root.

I walked back inside, lighter somehow, my heart burning not with grief, but with quiet wonder.

Perhaps this is what healing looks like: a moment of grace under the clothesline, the heart pierced but radiant, a wild bird resting where laundry once hung.

And perhaps this is what love really means — staying open to the signs that remind us that even in the letting go, we are endlessly, miraculously held.

If this story spoke to your heart, share it with someone who needs a sign that they’re not alone.
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