My phone rings and the name that shows up is “Linda B”—the woman about whom I wrote last week, who had told me of The Golden Key, a simple, alternative faith-based technique used to achieve positive outcomes in challenging situations.
“We found a baby mot mot and don’t know what to do with him,” she tells me. “And your name came first to mind!”
(As I write this, I’m thinking that, knowing Linda B, my name had come to her as a solution after she had Golden Keyed the situation).
When I arrive at her house to see the bird, she tells me that she was reading my Golden Key article online and noticed that some people had left comments, which she would love to answer but, not being “computer savvy,” didn’t know how.
Comments/questions range from: ‘If I knew what the Golden Key was, I would probably understand it’ to ‘Can we use the Golden Key on the current Government?’
“Of course,” Linda B says, confidently. “The Golden Key works on everything! No matter how big or small, asking for help and believing that it shall be done, will yield a positive outcome.”
We chat for a long time as the baby mot mot sits calmly on my finger. He is uninjured but cannot yet fly and Linda B is concerned that neighbourhood cats may get him.
Back at home, the mot mot, Angel, does not eat or drink. He simply perches quietly on my finger.
At night I place him in a dog crate containing a small box stuffed with a nest of fabric. I call Detta Buch of Wildlife Orphanage and Rehabilitation Centre (WORC) in Trinidad to let her know that a couple found and gave me a mot mot.
Her advice is firm: “Please. Let everyone know—never pick up a baby bird if it’s not injured. Its parents are most likely around, teaching it to fly.”
Another friend says via email: “We had a young mot mot once and the Agriculture people said they die if you can’t get them back to the nest.”
Concerned, I check on Angel and unsuccessfully try feeding him raw chicken, as advised by Detta. I feel him weakening. Is it sleepiness or gradual demise?
I call to update Linda B, saying that I must bring Angel early in the morning so that he will be close to “home’.” At best, his parents will find and feed him.
“I hope we’ve done no harm,” Linda B says.
We agree to Golden Key him.
I call Linda B at 5.30 am to inform that Angel is still alive.
“Girl,” she says, “I was Golden Keying him all night!”
As I drive to her house with Angel perched on my finger, I feel his energy shift and become stronger as we draw closer. It’s as if he instinctively knows he is going “home.”
Linda B accompanies me to the empty lot next door to her house where mot mots occupy holes in a sheer earth face. Soft noises of an adult mot mot emanate from one hole. I place Angel nearby.
Across the street, two adult mot mots wait on a wire, one with food in its beak—a great sign. They know he is back.
Thirty minutes later, Linda B and I check and see two mot mots keeping watch on the ground, near where we had left Angel.
“It worked out so well!” I say.
“Of course! Golden Key always works,” Linda B says matter-of-factly.
(You can Google ‘Golden Key—Emmett Fox’ to find out more on how to use it).