Vol. 36 No. 22 - I AM the Witness

Vol. 36 No. 22 - I AM the Witness - May 30, 1993

I AM the Witness

“A Little Birdie Told Me to Do It”

Dear Mother,

I want to tell you about a miracle with a little bird. One warm spring day two years ago I was up near the Heart in a small building doing a decree vigil with another staff member. We had the door cracked to let in the fresh air. Imagine my surprise when a young fledgling suddenly flew through the door, passed inches in front of me, struck the window and landed right beside me on a small heater!

I studied the little brown bird with some concern. He had hit the window with such force that a few feathers were stuck on the glass at the point of impact. He seemed to favor his right wing and I sincerely wondered if he had broken it. I decided to let him sit there for a while since the heater was off and he was stunned from his accident.

Silently I offered a little prayer for the bird without missing a beat of our decree session. The little bird never once took his eyes off me and seemed to be fascinated with the rhythm and sound of our decrees. He sat through an entire round of forty decrees to Archangel Michael plus another twenty-five minutes of various other decrees. He seemed very happy and comforted by the tone of my voice. Occasionally his little head would cock as if he were trying to figure out just what we were saying.

Although the little bird didn’t seem the least bit frightened, I soon realized that if he decided to fly around inside the building to try to get out, he could really hurt himself. So I stopped the decrees to inform the other staff member of the presence of our little feathered guest. She immediately became concerned about how we would get the bird out of the building.

We decided to give the Prayer of Saint Francis and to ask the beloved Ascended Master Kuthumi to help us. I didn’t think we could go wrong since Kuthumi in his embodiment as Saint Francis had a great rapport with the birds of the air and the little forest creatures. After reciting the prayer, the other staff member suggested that we try to catch the bird in a box.

“Oh no!” I protested. “That will scare him too much! I’ll pick him up!” Since I had no prior experience in picking up birds with my bare hands, I thought I had better explain the rules first. Addressing our little feathered friend, I explained that I did not want him to get frightened and fly around in the room because he would hurt himself. I told him that I would not hurt him and that I was going to pick him up and take him outside. And if he was too injured to fly I knew some wonderful children at Montessori International who would love to take care of him.

A moment of concern crossed my heart. If I just reached over to pick up the bird, it might frighten him into flight. My inner child came up with the obvious solution–the thing to do was to pet the bird first so he wouldn’t be scared. Very gently I patted him on the head with one finger and stroked his back all the way down to his tail. Next I stroked him all the way down the right side and then the left. I was amazed (but my inner child wasn’t) that the bird made no attempt to fly away! The little bird sat there calmly while I grasped him in my hand and walked out the door.

Now I was really apprehensive. Since a wild bird wouldn’t ordinarily let someone pick him up, I figured that my little friend had truly injured his wing and was incapable of flying. I sent him the last little prayer from my heart as I slowly opened my fingers. To my utter surprise he immediately flew off and landed in the branches of a tree thirty feet away. He gave a little chirp of thanks and darted off to join his friends in the forest, leaving me to muse about the marvelous oneness Saint Francis must have had with the creatures of the Nature Spirit.

Now, Mother, I hope you will believe this. Just before retiring last night I read a chapter in Corona Class Lessons, the wonderful book by Jesus and Kuthumi. It brought to mind my joyous little experience with Saint Francis and the fledgling. And although it was rather late, I felt strongly that I should write to you about it. So I made a few preliminary notes and went to sleep.

And what do you suppose happened this morning? I hadn’t been at work for more than thirty minutes when I decided to go over to another office building to use a computer. As I was working, a gorgeous little turquoise-hued blue bird with a white breast and yellow collar around his neck flew up to the window about three feet away from me and fluttered and fluttered and fluttered until he had my attention. I am quite sure he was trying to convince me by his visit that I should most certainly send you my story.

This was no coincidence. I’ve never seen such a pretty little bird before. And except for a few sparrows who like the eaves of some of our buildings, I rarely see a bird at all in the treeless area where my office is situated. Furthermore, I don’t even have a window in my office! I had to migrate to the building next door so that this striking little jewel-feathered bird could come to see me this morning.

Mother, I remember that you told us many years ago at Summit University that the Ascended Masters sometimes use birds as messengers–and, if I remember correctly, the blue bird in particular. I believe that this is true. Maybe that’s why we have the expression “A little birdie told me to do it.” Perhaps the Masters sometimes find it easier to inspire a bird to help with their plans than a person! I am certain that the “little blue bird of happiness” also came to my window this morning to convince me that I should not neglect to share the precious message of our beloved Saint Francis of Assisi, which Kuthumi so sweetly describes in Lesson One of Corona Class Lessons:

My one-pointed dedication to the Path and my contemplation of the holiness of all Life...were the keys to my assimilation of that holiness, which clearly seemed to permeate myself and everything around me....

As my soul expanded in the transfusing light which God poured into me, I was exalted time and again by his glory expressed through the Nature kingdom. The seemingly dumb creatures of field and forest came into unity with me through God’s love, and then at last I, too, could speak their language, calling them “brother.” How much more should all children of the Light love one another and have reverence for the smallest part of Life (God)!

I would certainly recommend Corona Class Lessons to anyone. After all, if Saint Francis could communicate with the birds and “speak their language” and the little birds can understand “our language” spoken in the beautiful decrees given to us by the Ascended Masters, we must all be on the same wavelength–God’s!

Mother, I am very grateful that you work so tirelessly and selflessly to bring us the teachings of Light and Truth from the Ascended Masters. I can’t even imagine how life could be worth living without realizing the universal love of God and the presence of God in his creation. Perhaps many people in our modern civilization experience an inner emptiness and depression because they have not yet contacted the hem of the garment of heaven (as Kuthumi describes it) or they have not yet recognized or realized the spark of divinity dwelling within themselves.

In my mind there is nothing more important to do on earth today than to help spread and share the message of God’s love through the Teachings of the Ascended Masters. That’s why I’m here on your staff to help you and I sincerely hope my little story may help someone.

The Darkness Was Gone

Dear Mother,

Thank you for coming to me in the night to reassure and comfort me. In my waking dream I cried out to you that I could not go on with the heavy darkness in my heart, referring to my assumed guilt in dealing long ago with my daughter and now my granddaughter, whose identical words, “I hate you! I wish you were dead!” shook me deeply.

You were standing before me in a white dress that reached to the floor. You looked like an angel, only without wings. (Later I thought, “How appropriate-without wings would signify ‘yet unascended.’”)

“Mother, I need to know what I am doing wrong, so that I don’t repeat it!” I cried. “The darkness is so great!” and I pointed to my heart.

You looked at me with benevolent disbelief. You said not a word. You just looked into my eyes with all the love of God. Finally I looked down and–by inner sight, as if looking into an X ray–into my chest cavity. There was no darkness at all, only a white light filling me.

Whether there was no sin in the first place, or whether it was absolved, I do not know but the darkness was gone. The guilt, the weight–gone.

I thank you with all my white, shining heart.

Love,

Steward of the Motherhood of God

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