I have a story to share with you. Something that must be told. Something I think will affect you as much as it has affected our family.
Two days ago, Annie called me. She looked very upset and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. All I knew was that I had to come outside. I found her special little chick, Fluffy, on the grass outside.
I had let the chicks play in the coop for the day as it was nice and warm. When Annie had come home from school, her and Xavier had put the chicks on the lawn to free range a bit.
The other three chicks were happily playing, but Fluffy was not ok. Her whole body was contorting, she was gasping for air and was not making a sound.
My heart sank.
I thought that Fluffy was dying.
The only chick that gets picked up. Annie carries her everywhere. Cuddles her. Insists on having photos taken with her. The chick that Annie loves so very very deeply.
In retrospect, we think the sun had dehydrated her.
I told Annie to bring her into the house. I was panicking. By this stage, Annie was hysterical. I told Annie to hold Fluffy tight. To give her all the love in her heart. I thought that if Fluffy was leaving us, it was going to be in the most loving and gentle way.
I told Annie that we were going to chant the Gayatri Mantra to Fluffy. The Mantra of light. I thought that if Fluffy was to leave us, at least her soul could go into the light.
I put on my favourite version of it. The one by Deva Premal.
We sang our hearts out. Annie screamed it for Fluffy. I sat in deep concentration. Delivering all the light in my heart to this little chick. I told Annie and Xavier to keep singing and sending the light. I was at peace. I know that this is the cycle we go through. I also know that there is no death. Only transformation.
Nonetheless, it is the most painful thing in the world to see your child’s heart broken open like that. I was thinking about how we were going to bury Fluffy.
I sang my heart out.
This went on for about fifteen minutes.
And then, a cheep. The light coming back in. The light we were sending her way. Fluffy was coming back to us. She was not leaving us anymore.
She stayed in Annie’s arms for another hour. Within the hour, she was back to her normal self. Cheeping along with her friends. She is still cheeping.
Modern science would call it a miracle. I would call it Spirit coming back.
In the midst of the initial panic, I thought that perhaps she needed her lamp on her warm her up, not realising that she was dehydrated. So I took the lamp and switched it on. As I did, the bulb blew.
I would have killed her if I had put that light on her.
Her angels broke that light.
I am shaking as I write this. So struck by the perfection of God, Spirit, Source, whatever you like to call it. It doesn’t matter what you call it, it is Love.
And that Love is all around us. If we would just open our eyes and see it.
Blessings to you.
(I tried to load a You Tube video of the mantra for you, but it is not coming up. Please go to the link here to enjoy it.)