Reflections from Mushiba ~ When Will I be Asked to Be of Service?
A few weeks ago a baby chipmonk found itself in my living space. While I tried to help it get back outside, I was not able to coordinate keeping the screen door open and guiding the little one from on top of the door. I called the management office and coincidentally two maintenance staff were there and immediately came to the rescue. Within 30 seconds the chipmonk jumped from the top of the door (guided by one maintenance person and a broom) out the open screen door (held open by the other maintenance person), onto a large flower pot (thus breaking the fall, although not the pot) and scurried off into the woods. So, why am I writing about this?
Waith counsels, and also states in his Guidelines for Growth, that we Be of Service (to Self and to Others). A humorous exhange about being of service occurred between Waith and a class member during the Waith Public Session of July 19, 1994, that I thought might help us all to appreciate the workings of The Universe ~
Question: You have mentioned that we must wait to be asked to Be of Service and not to impose on others our desire to Be of Service. What if nobody asks us to Be of Service?
Consider yourself lucky!! 
Seriously, you will eventually be asked, for that is part of The Game. If you think that you will go for any length of time without being asked, it simply will not happen. It may be in ways that you do not recognize. You do not always have someone come to you and say, “Please, Be of Service to me.” That is usually not the way that it works. It could be something very simple in which you are called upon to respond.
Something very simple was just what happened with the chipmonk, the two maintenance men, the flower pot, the top of the door, the broom, the screen door and me. Each of us was called upon to Be of Service. This was not Earth shattering ~ it was simply energy forms helping another energy form. And, I imagine that the chipmonk’s parents were happy that their wandering baby returned.
In my thinking, Random Acts of Kindness are not so random ~ just simple calls from The Universe to Be of Service.
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Unpublished Waith Transcript dated, July 19, 1994.
Excerpts from Unpublished Waith Transcripts.
Posted in -Mushiba, Contributing Writers | July 20, 2008
July 20th, 2008 at 10:58 am
TRUTHS!!
Your message this morning brought a big smile to my face. Early this spring, my two small male Shih Tzu’s companions, Teke and Tiko, in a manner of speaking experienced a similar event.
Usually when I open the back door first thing in the a.m., they go vocally charging out the back door racing one another to the far end of the back yard as to note to the entire neighborhood that they are present.
This one particular a.m., however they stopped quietly outside the kitchen door, not making a peep, just frozen there so-to-speak. They were staring at the next door neighbor’s decorative rock between my fence and their driveway. I stepped outside to see what had them not doing their normal race against one another. It dook my eyes several moment to discover two baby birds that totally blended into the smooth quarry rocks. For the boys it was love at first sight.
I spoke softly so not as to frighten the babies and scanned the area for their parents, who should have been close by .. not so and these two young one’s not capable of flight as of yet sat frozen in the rocks.
Long story short, the boy’s and I prepared a small dish of bird seed and water, we refreshed daily for the two fledglings, and each morning since then the boy’s have quietly exited the kitchen door, stopped and checked the babies. The two survived, soon figured how to reach the limbs of a small tree on the property line and of course fly up and away, but return to that small tree each morning to greet my two boys with delightful churping and song.
The boy’s exit the door every morning, quietly, checkon their adopted babies, then make the same mad dash, however not uttering one bark till at the end of the back yard.
I am wondering what fall and winter will bring and the two will have made the journey south and nolonger greet the two pups in sound and song. The boy’s will miss their babies, but I have seen that even two small energies in my life showed me how to be of service to two smaller energies.
Each day is in ’service to others’ and thus teaching us to be in service to self. Both bring ‘joy and amazement’ …
In Love and In Light,
July 20th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
Jodi, what a lovely story. It’s so like the pictures on the internet of unusual (to me) animal pairings nurturing each other. And here you have it right in your home! Please give us all an update come fall and let us know what happens with the friendships!!
July 20th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
Yes, Jodi, do please give us updates on this story! It brought tears to my eyes! And just an hour ago, here I had my Clyde (my very male feline friend) who captured and ate an entire sparrow, except for six feathers. Was he also being of service to the bird in some way?
I related in another discussion about one of the workmen (whom I often gave a lighthearted “hard” time about his harsh views about animals.) I feel he pretended to be harder towards animals then he let on, for one day he brought a young fledgling bird to me that had gotten stuck in a rodent glue trap ~ and I mean stuck ~ chest, wings, legs. Everyone said it would die and there was no way I could get it off of the trap ~ but this fellow stayed as long as he could to help me ~ and others came and went trying to help. Ultimately, I managed to get him off the trap and able to hop on one leg. The other leg, was a little problematic. The wings and chest were fine. (I had to roll him in the dust outside to gradually free him ~ I wished I had had some Goo Gone!) He just didn’t seem to yet know how to fly.
The next morning I looked for the bird (and I mean getting down on my hands and knees crawling along the building and under bushes ~ much to the amusement of coworkers!) and he was nowhere to be found. I like to think he was able to fly away ~ and that his parents found him.
My question in this long tale is, Was I really being of service to the little bird, or was I imposing my will upon him and interfering in his leaving the life? I, or Tony, could have just left him on the glue trap, peeping his lungs out until he died of dehydration. I just couldn’t do it.
July 20th, 2008 at 8:13 pm
Solara and All,
It is 7:03 p.m., here in Nebraska, and my computer room is off the kitchen and I can hear them chirping their night song to the boys, their way of saying nite is coming. Yes, I will update you as changes happen.
Special note: Each energy performs a service to the other and everything in our illusion is as it was meant to be. The kitty needed everything except the tail feather I assume.
My neighbor’s cat ‘Sneekie Pie’, brings her mice caught outside … to date Sneekie Pie delivers them totally unharmed, sometime only their tail dangles from her mouth, but once the gift is received, she takes them back outside and releases them. As soon as they come out of the shock of being caught, and race away, I believe they go back to there nest and tell the tale of how they beat the big cat up and excaped unscaved!
You think!
July 20th, 2008 at 11:49 pm
Jodi ~ great story! I look forward to your regular follow up accounts. And, Solara, if Clyde is eating birds again, you know what he is telling you!!
The issue of Service versus Imposition is such a fine line that all we can do is what we think is best at the time. It is then the responsibility of Self to reflect within and come to an understanding. And, if we determine it was imposition, then The Universe will provide another opportunity for Self to improve.
July 21st, 2008 at 8:39 pm
How’d you guess, Mushiba? I haven’t had much meat lately! For those of you who don’t know, Clyde tends to go out hunting when I cut back on my protein intake! I usually share some with him. He wasn’t happy with high protein spaghetti and broccoli and cheddar cheese!
(Although he did nibble at some of it!)
Thanks Mushiba. I haven’t done much reflecting on my bird saga until now. I feel it was okay ~ the fact that I couldn’t find the little bird tells me that however it worked out, it was okay.