The Fledgling

I was on a peaceful walk this morning, when it became not so peaceful. Even with two black dogs as my guides. As we ambled along the dark pavement with scrubs on either side, there was a commotion up ahead. I startled the crow and he jumped. My eyes moved closer, there was a fledgling on the ground. The tiny body moving gasping for breath. The crow watched me guard his prey. If I had of known this was to be the ending seconds I would have kept going. Only I did not. And the crow lost his meal and the fledging lost its life.

If you want to be safe and secure when you take flight, then you need to reclaim the right mind of power and purpose so you are not cut down as you move through time. True power comes from the right mind of revelation not the wrong mind of ego thinking.

I was beside her when she left. As the body shook. I then had to start my 'forgiving within'. This is how I move through life. I am cleaning up the darkness to find the light.

I forgive the fledgling. I forgive the life of the fledgling. I forgive the short life of the fledgling. I forgive the life of the bird. I forgive the baby bird that was learning to fly. I forgive the flight of the fledgling. I forgive the flight of the fledgling. I forgive the flight. I forgive the flight for being broken for the fledgling. I forgive the fledgling for being broken. I forgive the broken neck of the fledgling. I forgive the broken neck. I forgive the fledgling for being broken. I forgive the fledgling for being broken. I forgive the fledgling for being broken. I forgive the fledgling for being broken. I forgive the fledgling for being killed. I forgive not wanting to be killed like the fledgling. I forgive not wanting to be cut down like the fledgling. I forgive not wanting to be cut down. I forgive wanting a safer flight that then fledgling. I forgive wanting to fly like the eagle. I forgive the need to soar like an eagle. I forgive the need to soar. I forgive myself for soaring. I forgive the need to soar. I forgive myself for soaring. I forgive myself for flying. I forgive myself for flying. I forgive the need to fly and soar like the eagle.

As you can see my thinking has been corrected from dark to light, negative to positive. Whilst this is not the first treasure map that I have drawn up for the plight of the fledging, it is the one that I am sharing here with you now. And you continue to 'forgive within' until you moved from pained to peace. You see, when the man that stopped to assist me picked up this tiny creature she was gone. I had watched her take her last breath with her eyes wide open.

I know she will have a safe flight, wherever she needs to fly to now.

For those of you familiar with A Course in Miracles it says: