Congratulations to our Three Monarch Butterflies. May you guide the next Generation of Caterpillars so that they too can successfully complete their eventual Transformation.
Interestingly enough, the Hebrew phrase for "Congratulations" is Mazel Tov, a phrase often uttered at Jewish weddings.
Symbolically, weddings are a step towards a new Life. A Life of Unity.
But beware. Even the Monarchy falls prey to the Eagle.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Fate and Transformation
Every single one of us is a Worm.
We deserve nothing but Death and torture.
As Worms, we are to be associated with rot and Disease.
But there are those who can shed themselves of their Disease.
They are called Caterpillars.
Indistinguishable from the Worm, yet they are the only ones filled with Disease who can build for themselves a Cocoon and enter the Pupation period.
Our daily ritual of Sleep is sometimes viewed as Pupation. When we Dream, our Minds seem to roam Free, like that of a Butterfly.
In Christianity the cycle is different.
The Caterpillar's constant crawling and chewing is similar to normal earthly Life where people are often wholly preoccupied with physical needs. The Cocoon resembles a Tomb and emptiness, and can suggest the empty shroud left behind by Jesus. Thus, a Butterfly represents the Resurrection into a new condition of Life that is Free of any material concerns.
But it can also mean:
The Butterfly represents the frailty of human Life.
We can be here Today and gone Tomorrow.
But in Death there can be Change.
In mythology the Butterfly is rarely distinguished from the moth, so since the moth is naturally drawn to a flame, both are related to Fire. Fire is the element of Transformation.
In ancient Central America the god of cosmic Fire, Xiutecutli, is symbolized by a Butterfly.
In Greek mythology Psyche (Greek for Soul or Mind), the bride of Cupid, is represented by a Butterfly, who glimpsed the True nature of her mysterious Sleeping lover using Firelight. This led to her eventual downFall, and many Trials, ending in her beautiful Transformation.
From a Worm.
To a Butterfly.
Do you understand?
We deserve nothing but Death and torture.
As Worms, we are to be associated with rot and Disease.
But there are those who can shed themselves of their Disease.
They are called Caterpillars.
Indistinguishable from the Worm, yet they are the only ones filled with Disease who can build for themselves a Cocoon and enter the Pupation period.
Our daily ritual of Sleep is sometimes viewed as Pupation. When we Dream, our Minds seem to roam Free, like that of a Butterfly.
In Christianity the cycle is different.
The Caterpillar's constant crawling and chewing is similar to normal earthly Life where people are often wholly preoccupied with physical needs. The Cocoon resembles a Tomb and emptiness, and can suggest the empty shroud left behind by Jesus. Thus, a Butterfly represents the Resurrection into a new condition of Life that is Free of any material concerns.
But it can also mean:
- Egg - Our Birth
- Caterpillar - Our Life
- Cocoon - Our Death
- Butterfly - Our Rebirth
The Butterfly represents the frailty of human Life.
We can be here Today and gone Tomorrow.
But in Death there can be Change.
In mythology the Butterfly is rarely distinguished from the moth, so since the moth is naturally drawn to a flame, both are related to Fire. Fire is the element of Transformation.
In ancient Central America the god of cosmic Fire, Xiutecutli, is symbolized by a Butterfly.
In Greek mythology Psyche (Greek for Soul or Mind), the bride of Cupid, is represented by a Butterfly, who glimpsed the True nature of her mysterious Sleeping lover using Firelight. This led to her eventual downFall, and many Trials, ending in her beautiful Transformation.
From a Worm.
To a Butterfly.
Do you understand?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Butterflies are often symbols of transition in a person's life...
A Butterfly starts it's life out as a tiny Caterpillar who knows nothing but Hunger. And for days it Feeds on plants, getting fatter and fatter, Shedding its skin whenever it finds that it is too tightly packed in its current one (during a Caterpillar's life they Shed their skin up to Five times.). A rather disgusting creature by most people's standards.
In the middle of a Caterpillar's life they undergo something of a Metamorphosis (which is Greek for Transformation or change in shape). They Shed their skin for the last time, creating for themselves a Cocoon in which they Hibernate for nine to fourteen days. After which a beautiful Butterfly emerges from the Shell.
Usually that Butterfly lives for only a few weeks, sometimes even a couple months (those that Hibernate tend to live up to the latter).
A Butterfly is also a symbol of Faith.
For they accept their changes and beg us to do the same.
In the middle of a Caterpillar's life they undergo something of a Metamorphosis (which is Greek for Transformation or change in shape). They Shed their skin for the last time, creating for themselves a Cocoon in which they Hibernate for nine to fourteen days. After which a beautiful Butterfly emerges from the Shell.
Usually that Butterfly lives for only a few weeks, sometimes even a couple months (those that Hibernate tend to live up to the latter).
A Butterfly is also a symbol of Faith.
For they accept their changes and beg us to do the same.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Goodbye black butterfly.
You can take those perfect wings into outer space.
'Cause there's no place left in this blood, for your restless fluttering, your sleepless ways.
Black butterfly, flutter me by.
Kick a little bitter into the night.
Spark of the stars leaving on my heart.
Trying to be good by you, alright alright.
Soft breeze, rose city sunsets, the bats are swinging around me like drunken ships.
Ever-evergreen bows above me tower singing, quiet stories 'bout forgiveness.
Black butterfly, flutter me by.
Kick a little bitter into the night.
Spark of the stars leaving on my heart.
Trying to be good by you, alright alright.
I'll be good.
Alright alright.
You can take those perfect wings into outer space.
'Cause there's no place left in this blood, for your restless fluttering, your sleepless ways.
Black butterfly, flutter me by.
Kick a little bitter into the night.
Spark of the stars leaving on my heart.
Trying to be good by you, alright alright.
Soft breeze, rose city sunsets, the bats are swinging around me like drunken ships.
Ever-evergreen bows above me tower singing, quiet stories 'bout forgiveness.
Black butterfly, flutter me by.
Kick a little bitter into the night.
Spark of the stars leaving on my heart.
Trying to be good by you, alright alright.
I'll be good.
Alright alright.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Edward Lorenz is known for delevoloping the Theory, "The Butterfly Effect"
Even though the concept had appeared once before, in the book "The Sound of Thunder".
"The Sound of Thunder" describes the journey of a hunter named Eckels back in time, to kill the almighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. He was told not to disturb anything in the past or else he would change the future.
The encounter with the King of Dinosaurs was chaotic. He almost hadn't made it back to the present. But when he did everything had changed.
But why?
He didn't do anything wrong. Did he?
Alas the encounter with the King was chaotic. His boot had gotten stuck in the mud as he stumbled off the path they were meant to take. Such a mistake can have dire consequences, can it?
Underneath that muddy boot.
My friends.
Was a crushed Butterfly.
According to the Chaos Theory, a slight flutter of a Butterfly's wing could be the cause of a violent Typhoon weeks later.
In "The Sound of Thunder" a crushed Butterfly rewrote the future.
I am that Butterfly.
"The Sound of Thunder" describes the journey of a hunter named Eckels back in time, to kill the almighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. He was told not to disturb anything in the past or else he would change the future.
The encounter with the King of Dinosaurs was chaotic. He almost hadn't made it back to the present. But when he did everything had changed.
But why?
He didn't do anything wrong. Did he?
Alas the encounter with the King was chaotic. His boot had gotten stuck in the mud as he stumbled off the path they were meant to take. Such a mistake can have dire consequences, can it?
Underneath that muddy boot.
My friends.
Was a crushed Butterfly.
According to the Chaos Theory, a slight flutter of a Butterfly's wing could be the cause of a violent Typhoon weeks later.
In "The Sound of Thunder" a crushed Butterfly rewrote the future.
I am that Butterfly.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
There once was a philosopher named Zhuangi
One day Zhuangi had a dream, just like me.
In that dream he dreamed that he was a butterfly fluttering around happily, doing whatever he wanted.
Just like I did.
He didn't know who he was until he woke up.
Yet he wondered...
Who was the dreamer?
Him?
Or the butterfly?
Does HE dream of us?
Did Hannah truly die?
Was I dreaming the entire thing?
Why do I feel like my heart was torn out of my breast?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
When I was little. My mother used to sing me a song.
Go to sleep
My dear sweet Stephanie
For Jesus is watching over you.
Don't be afraid
For Jesus
Jesus
Jesus is watching over you.
According to Jewish tradition the origin of the word lullaby is "Lilith-abi".
Lilith is a demon who stole the souls of children during their sleep.
But most lullabies from medieval Britain were associated with Jesus.
A child's soul was stolen away from me.
I hope you understand Rebecca. You saw it yourself. I can't stay with you any longer.
I killed myself.
And I had no lullaby sung to me.
Neither did I ever think to sing to Hannah. Now I regret it. I regret everything.
He made me kill myself Rebecca.
I am literally dead.
My dear sweet Stephanie
For Jesus is watching over you.
Don't be afraid
For Jesus
Jesus
Jesus is watching over you.
According to Jewish tradition the origin of the word lullaby is "Lilith-abi".
Lilith is a demon who stole the souls of children during their sleep.
But most lullabies from medieval Britain were associated with Jesus.
A child's soul was stolen away from me.
I hope you understand Rebecca. You saw it yourself. I can't stay with you any longer.
I killed myself.
And I had no lullaby sung to me.
Neither did I ever think to sing to Hannah. Now I regret it. I regret everything.
He made me kill myself Rebecca.
I am literally dead.
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