Flight by Lyn Knowlton
There is a butterfly of exquisite beauty, that listens to my voice.
Whether I sing or pray, it comes to me to listen.
She is a pretty one of silver and gray.
That when the sun shines through her wings it is a snowy white.
She steps onto the window ledge and takes a peek to see who is watching. (only me!)
She tilts her small head and lifts her wings and flies towards the light; towards the dawning of a new day.
I know she will come back another day,
to sit and listen as I say my prayers and I tell her to have a safe flight.
Now, today you have taken on a new life form.
You've shed your cocoon and have grown new wings.
For your final flight, towards the heavens on a starlet night.
This poem was written by our beautyFull and wonderFull Hospice volunteer on the occassion of my mother's transformation on 12292006. It was late evening and the snowstorm of the century had just begun here when her spirit was carried aloft. A couple of years ago, it snowed out in CorralLess. i went out and looked up at the falling snow. The vision of that snow was like nothing else i had ever experienced bee4. i could feel and sea the snow keep falling thru me, even after i had gone back inside. It was a feeling of absolute joy and ecstacy. This vision lingered on for hours, and i can still recall it even now when i close my eyes in memory of it. i think it was a vision of the way my mom's spirit felt as she finally left her cocoon uniting her spirit with mine and the universe.
Now on the occassion of Mother's Day, all the elements of this memorial to her have come together.
My mom's Peace Rose is blooming, as it usually does around Mother's Day. So, here's a photo of one of them along with my love and prayers that Peace Profound will rise up within our hearts and souls and engulf us all like the soft, sweet smelling petals of a Rose. Namasté, ShaRi ....and appropriately enough, it is also my friend Rose's birthday today! (05132007) The Red Square nebula led me to search 4 Ojos de Dios, (sea comments for lynx to the info on this nebula)
which ultimately led mee 2 this beautyFull object of which i am now the proud owner.
(sea http://ojos-de-dios.com/) The colours in it penetrated my soul like a desert sunset does and like the snowflake vision did, reminding mee of Carlos Casteneda's 'Crack Beetween the Worlds', a reference to the affects of the DreamTime of Twilight. When Lyn sent me this beautyFull poem, i scanned this silver gray butterfly pin that i had given to mom. Perfect isn't it?
As usual as i searched for Other images, i came across the photae of the CorraLess mountain, whose colours reminded mee of Jay's Desert Light Ojo.
And in that same search, i allsew came across this photae of a piece of material from a 'sheep' bag that i got in Ireland and subsequently gave to my friend Michelle because it was InSynk with a manuscript of hers that she had sew graciously let mee reed.
4 those of U that did not know my mom, she was a most excellent seamstress. i've used the snowflakes that i found 4 I Did Not Die-April 2007-allbeeit, the technique of their use is Holy different in DesertFlight. It has just occurred to me that the photo of the blue cloth and the snowflakes are RAther ORB-like in nature.
The orb is the energy being transferred from a source (i.e. powerlines, heat energy, batteries, people, etc) to the spirit so they can manifest. "This may not even be a conscious thing the spirit is doing, just a natural way they get their energy. This would explain why the orbs are round balls. According to the laws of Physics energy being transferring like that would assume is natural shape of a sphere."
"Orbs are believed (by many) to be ghosts in the form of balls of light. They are life forms that travel in groups and are believed to be the human soul or life force of those that once inhabited a physical body here on earth. It is said that they are those spirits that have willingly stayed behind because they feel bound to their previous life or previous location for whatever reason. Spirits are capable of continuing a full existence on the other side with their full mental and emotional facilities intact. Many believe that we have spirits assigned to watch over us, but you won't normally be detecting them unless they have a special purpose in making their presence known."
Date: December 30, 2006 6:02:46 PM MST
A Totally Unique Thought® For You...
i just went to TUT's site & clicked on the free e-cards. Then i clicked on the Let the Universe Pick Your Card, & this is what i got. Gave me goose bumps!
...supremely happy, in a "place" of profound and unspeakable beauty. A place where all are bathed in showers of unconditional LOVE. I am home, and before long, you will be too, and we will be together always. But until we embrace again, let me also share this with you... so that you can better understand those things that may trouble you the most:
I now know that the love I feel here was at all times on earth too, and all one must do in order to feel it, is to KNOW it is there. This love that shines on you now is there to comfort and console, to heal and restore, and to bring laughter and joy. You have set lofty goals for yourself and the challenges you've chosen are admirable, but with this love and the faith that you can do all things, even these noble callings will one day soon be little more than baby steps in your march to gaining dominion over every time-space illusion. You will prevail. Your dreams, as well as the obstacles placed on your path, are gifts given you so that you might sooner see this Light that now surrounds you.
Of these gifts, my parting was one. You need not be sad, for even now I am with you - though you must close your eyes to see me. The illusion of death presses one on to greater understandings, for only when faced with darkness can you begin to properly seek the light. A light that will reveal that there can be no endings, goodbyes, or sadness, without beginnings, reunions, and happiness, and that you and I are unlimited Beings of Light adventuring throughout creation so that we may rediscover the magnificence of our own divinity. We are Gods rolling like thunder through the heavenly landscapes of eternity, where there are only miracles, there is only love, and Everything is holy.
Before you on earth there remain infinite possibilities for the most fulfilling time of your life, in a universe conspiring on your behalf. The world is indeed your oyster, though your "work" is not yet done, and you will be happiest if you cling not too tightly to the past. But if you must, take solace in your times of sorrow by knowing that I am always there, that I will be at your triumphant homecoming, and that I too have prepared a place for you in a blissful celebration that is only just beginning. I love you so. I am happy. God speed.