You are a lucky Chingling, you are. It may not seem that way at first, but if you do not falter, you will be lucky.
You could not see the Guyaba’s face, right? At least, not clearly, I hope. Be thankful for that. Not many Chinglings see that Guyaba’s face and last much longer. If you don’t see her face, it’s a warning.
However she is a tricky Guyaba. Crows are tricksters, and when she sends a warning, it may not actually be a warning. It might be an invitation. You never know, with crows.
If you are entering into a time of change or are in a time of trials, be careful and be vigilant. You might find an opportunity, or you might find a danger. The trick is to grab the opportunity before the crows take it, and to avoid the danger, lest the crows feast on your bones.
Many Chinglings consider the Black Guyaba and the crow dream to be a blessing. Of course, you have to be really intelligent about it.
When my Guayaba came along, she nearly killed me. She threw me in the ocean and I sank and sank and sank. I think it was months before I found myself on the bottom. I could still see the crows circling above the surface of the water and it seemed like they were laughing and pooping, and when the poop hit the water, it turned into a noxious mud that obscured even my last sight of the surface.
The thing about crows is that they always leave you an out—a way to survive. If you really want to, you will. I did. But it took years. But the gift my Guyaba left me is extremely precious to me. There is so much I would not be without that gift.
So watch. Be careful though. There could be a large amount of pain involved.