As there’s such a crossover, do also look at the raven card!
There are three kinds of crow in Australia and they are often muddled with the ravens both in real life and in mythology. We see the crow as a trickster as well as an acestral being.
In terms of the trickster narrative, the crow is often depected as going to any length to get what it wants. It’s an instant gratification trope which we can see in everyday life; people going for their lusts despite the consequences, such as buying the latest phone despite the epic debt which will ensue. It’s a here and now, ego centric way of living which society right now really fosters. In mythology, the crow normally pays the price for it. One example is his desire for fire turning him black.
We live in a world which is desperately trying to see us things and insisting that we should get x now. But following this I want, I get approach can lead to a lack of satisfaction. Yes, sure you had a few minutes joy with your new phone but now what? Another way of approaching things is to savour the waiting. Think about when you were little and waiting to go on holiday or a day out. The waiting was exciting and was as much a part of the process as the actual trip. Enjoy the journey not just the destination.
Looking at the crow in other aboriginal culture, we find them in opposition to the eagle. Half of the communities are eagle and the other half crow. Like the yin and the yang, together they make a whole. The eagle representing day and light, the crow night and dark. Opposites but complements. Two halves of a whole. I also read about the crow and the white cockatoo being in this type of relationship.
A story of the crow and his brother the magpie, says they were both vain and argued over who was the most beautiful. One day when they were fighting, they fell out of the tree and into the fire where the crow got burnt all over and the magpie only in part.
CROW LAW, by Linda Hogan
The temple where crow worships
walks forward in tall, black grass.
Betrayal is crow’s way of saying grace
to the wolf
so it can eat
what is left
when blood is on the ground,
until what remains of moose
the sacred temple of ribs
in a dance of leaving
the red tracks of scarce and private gods.
It is the oldest war
where moose becomes wolf and crow,
where the road ceases
to become the old forest
where crow is calling,
where we are still afraid.
The crow is the keeper of sacred, spiritual law, the holder of the knowledge of the cycles that keep the world and life spinning. The crow, with all this knowledge of nature’s law, can shapeshift and bend time and space. The crow is beyond the mundane physical laws which bind us. The crow, like the raven, is magical and knows the secrets of the universe. Ask nicely, be patient, and perhaps he will share some of these.