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Learning to trust instincts.....







At the Kandivli Khushi center, my consultation room faces a mango tree that has lots of squirrels. I always see them running from one branch to another in between my consultations.
I remember asking so many parents about which bird makes the continuous sound and does not even stop for breathing or refilling. I was really curious until one day I saw this little squirrel making the sound. I always thought it was a bird but it was a squirrel chirping. And every time that it would make the bark or the chirp, it would lift its tail up.So now, I knew what a squirrel sounds like !!!
So yesterday, I was in between sessions, when one parent reached late for the schedule EFT session. She was late for more than 25 minutes and while I was waiting, I saw this squirrel constantly barking and lifting its tail. It did not even breathe. I was getting tired but somewhere deep down, it seemed like it was not for fun. It was scared or restless. It kept sitting on the branch and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking and barking ......uffff....I told in my mind “Stop little one...just breathe.... take a breath.... things will be fine”.
And then the parent who was scheduled arrived, and we had to reschedule the session as it was very late. Even while I was speaking to this parent, this same squirrel kept barking and barking and barking and barking...incessantly... I was getting distracted. I focussed on my interaction with this parent and we decided to reschedule which means I had another 30 minutes before the next person arrived.
I thought of finishing my pending work and then the incessant cries were getting louder and louder and louder and this squirrel was literally shrieking. It was not very loud to cause discomfort but I was really wanting this little one to BREATHE and RELAX... I told it in my mind that “It is ok, just relax but no.... it was barking and barking and barking and barking...
And then as it continued, I closed the sliding window. It came very close to the window and looked into my eye for help. I conveyed to this little one that I am not the reason for anything that happened to you. I am only praying and want you to relax but it was asking for help and then went back to the same branch at the same spot.
Then, I think there was a meeting and the barking changed to chirping and another squirrel came to answer. They both had a conversation and my barking squirrel seemed unhappy with the conversation. Another kind of shrieking from my squirrel and turn by turn, there were 3-4 different squirrels who kept coming to talk. But my barking squirrel seemed really unhappy with everything. It stood there, right at that point glued to the branch. And then there were guests, there was a pigeon, a crow, and a sparrow. My squirrel spoke to everybody and her barks became more intense and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper. I kept praying and praying and praying....ufff.....breath little one ..... it's ok.....but it got worse...
And then suddenly, it was quiet.... there was silence and every squirrel on the tree stopped doing what they were doing... all of them quiet!!!
I was also keen to know the reason for all this and very suddenly a very small little brown baby squirrel with a big bushy tail came from nowhere and stood in front of my little barking squirrel. It seemed very angry with this little one and was seemed to be shouting at it.
And then once the conversation between them was over, everyone resumed their work...all the other squirrels started chirping again...and this time it was melodious and fun and there was no trace of stress in what they spoke....
Such an amazing ineffable experience. The mother or the father squirrel did not move from its spot and kept waiting and was so certain that the baby will come back. I am sure that it did not rely on its intelligence but was surely taking all the information from its instincts. The instinct radar was on.That's because this barking squirrel knew that the baby is back even before it was in sight.
It was really amazing teaching me to believe and trust my instincts and to stay rooted in it and completely believe that things will happen. There was absolutely no doubt but the squirrel was certain that its baby will be back. The entire thing went on for an hour and for one full hour, it kept barking and barking and barking and barking and barking absolutely certain, completely certain, and very surely certain that the baby will come back.... and then I thought... that it is my teacher teaching me to believe and be certain that things are happening the way I want and that even if it is not happening, then at that time, they are in the process of happening.....just continue to put your efforts and not give up.....

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