How butterflies learned to fly…
When the Earth was young, no butterflies were fluttering through the air, brightening the days of spring and summer with their wings bearing the colors of the rainbow. There were reptiles, which were the ancestors of butterflies, but they did not know how to fly; they only knew how to crawl on the ground. These reptiles were magnificent, but most of the time, when humans were moving about, they did not look down at the ground, and so they did not see their beauty.
In those days, there lived a young woman named Spring Blossom, who was a joy to all who knew her. She always had a smile and a kind word on her lips, and her hands were like the freshest spring for those afflicted with fever or burns. She would place her hands upon them, and the fever would immediately leave their bodies.
When she reached adulthood, her power became even stronger and, thanks to the vision she had received, she became capable of healing people from most of the diseases that existed at the time. In her vision, strange and beautiful flying creatures had come to her and given her the power of the rainbow they carried with them. Each color of the rainbow had a particular healing power that these flying beings revealed to her. They told her that during her life she would be able to heal, and that at the moment of her death she would release healing powers into the air that would remain with humanity forever.
In her vision, she was given a name: She-who-weaves-rainbows-in-the-air. As she grew older, She-who-weaves-rainbows-in-the-air continued her work as a healer and showed kindness to everyone she met. She also met a man, a psychic, and she took him as her husband. They had two children together and raised them to be strong, healthy, and happy. Both children also had certain powers from their parents and they themselves later became healers and psychics.
As she grew older, the power of She-Who-Weaves-Rainbows-in-the-Air grew even greater, and all those who lived in the vicinity of the region where she resided came to her with their sick, asking her to try to heal them. She helped those she could. But the effort of allowing all that power to pass through her eventually exhausted her, and one day she knew that the time to fulfill the second part of her vision was approaching. Throughout her life, she had noticed that magnificently colored reptiles always came near her when she sat on the ground. They would come up against her hand and try to rub against her. Sometimes one of them would crawl along her arm and settle near her ear.
One day, while she was resting, one of these reptiles came up to her ear. She spoke to it, asking if she could do anything for him, as she had noticed that he and his brothers and sisters had always been of service to her. “My sister,” said the one who crawled, “our people have always been there while you were healing, assisting you through the colors of the rainbow that we carry on our bodies. Now that you are about to pass into the spirit world, we do not know how to continue bringing to humans the healing of these colors. We are bound to the earth, and people look down at the ground too rarely to see us. It seems to us that if we could fly, humans would notice us and smile at the beautiful colors they would see. We could fly around those who need to be healed and let the powers of our colors give them the healing they can accept. Can you help us to fly?” She-who-weaves-rainbows-in-the-air promised to try. She spoke of this conversation to her husband and asked him if messages might come to her in her dreams.
The next morning, he woke up, excited by the dream he had had. When he gently touched She-Who-Weaves-in-the-Air-of-Rainbows to tell her about it, she did not respond. He sat up to look at her more closely and saw that his wife had passed to the spirit world during the night. While he prayed for her soul and made preparations for her burial, the dream he had had came back to him, and this comforted him. When it was time to carry She-Who-Weaves-in-the-Air-of-Rainbows to the grave where she would be buried, he looked at her bed and, waiting for him, was the reptile he had expected to find there. He picked it up carefully and took it with him.
As they laid his wife’s body to rest and were about to cover it, he heard the reptile say: “Place me on her shoulder now. When the earth is over us, my body will die too, but my spirit will merge with the spirit of the one who was your wife, and together we will rise from the earth in flight. Then we will return to my people and teach them to fly, so that the work of your wife may continue. She awaits me. Place me now.” The man did as the reptile had told him, and the burial proceeded. When all the others had gone, the man lingered for a few moments. He looked at the grave, remembering the love he had shared. Suddenly, a creature with all the colors of the rainbow on its wings emerged from the grave in flight. It flew toward him and alighted on his shoulder. “Do not be sad, my husband. Now my vision has been fully realized, and those I will help to teach will always bring to others the goodness of the heart, healing, and happiness. When your time comes to transform into a spirit, I will wait for you and join you.”
When the man changed worlds a few years later and was buried, his children stayed behind after everyone else had left. They noticed one of those new, magnificent creatures they called butterflies hovering near the grave. Within minutes, another butterfly of equal beauty emerged from their father’s grave, joined the one that was waiting, and together they flew north, to the place of renewal. Since then, butterflies have always been with men, lighting up the air and their lives with their beauty.
If you want your wish to come true, just whisper it to the butterfly.
Having no voice, he will carry your wish to the heavens, up to the Great Manitou,
where it will be granted… The power that the butterfly brings us is akin to air.
It is the Spirit, coupled with the capacity of that spirit to know itself, even to modify itself.
It is the art of transformation...
Like the butterfly, you are always at a certain stage of your life.
You can be at the egg stage: what represents the beginning of all things,
This is the stage of an idea's birth before it becomes reality.
You can be at the larval stage: the decision to manifest this idea in the physical world.
You can be at the cocoon stage: you are reflecting inwardly to develop what lives within you.
You can be at the final stage: transformation…
It is the emergence of the chrysalis and the birth that allows you to share the brilliance of your colors,
the joy of your creation with the world around you…
Butterflies are nothing but flowers in flight,
May Mother Nature create a holiday…
Have a good weekend, everyone.
***************************marylena