I love stories and I especially love spirit stories. In the middle of the night, with a tug, tug on the bed clothes I was awoken by spirit. At first I thought it was the dog, but on checking the dog at the end of the bed, realised my attention was being sought elsewhere. In the sleepy quietness of the night, this is the best time to listen to stories I have decided.
Ny, one of my beloved Guides has told me the story and I thought that I would share it with you. Spirit stories always have morals and this one is no different.
There once was a tiny bird, he lived in the high canopy of the trees in a beautiful jungle. He was a tiny bird, but very proud of his voice and his lovely shiny feathers. He flitted from tree to tree in the morning sun singing at full voice. One day a larger bird landed beside him and startled him. "Why do you bother?" said the larger bird. "You are but a tiny voice, a tiny bird in the scale of life, you have no importance and cannot hardly be heard in the tree tops". The tiny bird stared at the larger bird. He had never thought about it that way before. The larger bird stared back and without another word flew off to distant trees.
The words resonated around the tiny bird and he looked at his worth, he had never thought about it before but he thought that the larger bird was right. The tiny bird stopped singing, his feathers became lifeless and flat, he sat morosely on a twig and surveyed his world, no longer a wonderful exciting place, where did he belong in it? A small fly came and sat beside the tiny bird. The bird looked at the fly. The fly said in a tiny voice "Arent you going to eat me?" "No" said the tiny bird listlessly. "Why not" said the tiny fly. "Why" countered the tiny bird.
"Well" said the tiny fly "In my world, I am chased relentlessly by birds like you. It is part of my life, the enjoyment of the chase, the value of the gift of the day and the experience. Because my life is so short I believe in fitting in as much as possible. I have absolute knowledge that I am necessary in this world and each moment of my life is a gift. I know this is my purpose. How do you not think of this for yourself?"
The tiny bird stared at the fly. He had been incredibly influenced by what the larger bird had said. However, this tiny fly made much more sense. He thought about it. He had been very happy before the larger bird had questioned his value. He realised he had let himself down by thinking and judging himself by others perspective and that was all it was. This tiny fly had a sense of purpose to his life that the tiny bird had not seen for himself. The tiny bird laughed and thanked the tiny fly. The tiny fly said "My friend, thank you for taking the time to listen to me, now, if you can catch me you can eat me" and with that the tiny fly winked and flew off with the tiny bird laughing in hot pursuit.
The moral? Sometimes it is okay just to be, that's your purpose. It may not be startling by others standards but if you are okay with you, then shine completely as you. It's a cycle of life here, some will have glory, some will have none, but all are important in the scale of learning. Simply being is okay.
Ny, thank you my wise friend, blessings and light XX.