For the next full day I observed them. It was clear that picking them up and taking them outside must be put on hold. In the early morning of March 19, I put in a call to Shasta's inner species communicator. This particular baby embodies a very old soul duck who is very strong; otherwise she would be dead from the shock of getting so cold. To survive she drew herself deep inside to her core; now she is "uncoiling" with the quiet and warmth. The new metal water vessel is providing higher vibration of water which is good. This BEing was very clear she "really wants to BE here" and she is "Working on it." She does not see herself as a victim; the action of the human took was always a part of her "life line."
The uncoiling process is taking this wee one back to BEing newly hatched. The cold threatened this baby's BEingness. The outcome is remains unclear.
The baby, I call her a little tootsie roll, has now had the contrast between experiencing a human operating from her ego aka personality whose concern is with self and presently experiencing humans operating from a higher state aka essence which allows interconnectedness, thus concern, for all BEings.
A week has passed. Both babies are not only still in the box in the garage but are growing, seammingly doubling their size each week. With the warm weather happening in Northern California we have taken them out to their patch of native bunch grasses, which Shasta likes to revel in too, a couple of times.
|The nearer one in the picture is the one who had|
severe sternal retraction which is now much less noticeable.
The one further away has been shocked as well: she
has and still does breath with her bill open on inspiration.
As each of us contrasts self and Self, may we