My journal of small revelations

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01 Jan 08

Seeing beauty in a flower could awaken humans, however briefly, to the beauty that is an essential part of their own innermost being, their true nature. Flowers, more fleeting, more ethereal, and more delicate than the plants out of which they emerged, would become like messengers from another realm, like a bridge between the world of physical forms and the formless. – Eckhart Tolle

 

I read the above paragraph from The New Earth last night, and it felt like such a touching thought to think about. I fell asleep thinking about it, and when I woke up this morning, my first thought / vision / dream was of a gorgeous yellow-orange butterfly. It was just a fleeting vision, but so brilliant, and intense. My thoughts took off – about all that a butterfly means – an ugly caterpillar turned into one of the prettiest creatures, the intense evolution it goes through to become one, the different phases it survives through the making of a butterfly – larva, cocoon, pupa, the fat and heavy caterpillar that goes into a tiny little cocoon, and waits and waits patiently, completely surrendering itself to nature, until it comes out as a colorful, shiny, winged butterfly, so ethereal, so graceful and delicate looking,

light as air, but strong enough to travel thousands of miles to reach its home. What a role model for me, for evolution, for metamorphosis, what a role model for any human to aspire to!

 

I wonder if this dream this day is an indication of what is to come – will this year be a metamorphic year for me? Will I go into my cocoon, undergo intense change, and still come out free and beautiful? The darkness I’m in – is it part of my transformation? Has the first part of my life been a caterpillar life – blind and ignorant? Is the reason why I couldn’t see the big picture because I’ve been buried in my dark cocoon? Is my soul incubating within, waiting patiently? Can I surrender completely? Will I see light? Will I actually come out of this chrysalis? Will I walk away, leaving the husk behind? Will I emerge as an ethereal butterfly with wings, and be able to fly home?

 

I have so many questions, and no answers. But I can feel them coming. I can feel something moving inside me. My inside (heart? soul?) is vibrating at an exciting frequency. I know that vision must be a sign of grace. The intensity and brilliancy itself was so telling, let alone the vibrancy I am feeling.