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- Colonie, NY
- I was raised, largely by my grandparents, especially my grandmothers. When, my Grandma died in 1991, it broke my heart, and my life. I have always been a very contemplating child. I continue to be in another world, most of the time. It's difficult to connect with this reality of suffering and pain that we humans continue to perpetuate it, like we have a collective death wish!
Butterflies, and the natural world connect me with hope, and the desire to keep trying. I want to help people heal from pain and suffering. I want to help people appreciate their life, and life as a whole. To feel, unconditional love for all life, like I do. I don't know why, but I know this is my truth. I cannot love everybody but I feel like I do live in a light of love. We all do. I'm good at being alone, but not good at going along with the group and fitting in. I can't be forced or coerced into lying, or being untruthful. Many people don't understand this but it makes me physically ill to be untrue to what I know, is right.
I feel I got this from my Grandmother: living in this unconditional love; living by my heart; my instinct. Hate and violence make me ill. I do not understand why or how, people hurt each other. I've struggled with this throughout my life, and struggled to reach people who don't understand, who don't feel empathy towards others. Empathy permeates my world and my life.
Butterflies have been part of my life since I was a child. They embody the beauty and freedom of flight, love, and life. Real beauty is love, and the freedom of the butterfly, and it is within us all!
We can change our lives! Look at the butterfly: a caterpillar transforms into a cocoon. It starts as a caterpillar and trans-forms: changes form into a beautiful butterfly that flaps her wings and rises above her life as a caterpillar who can only crawl!
We are butterflies and flowers! We are beauty! We are love! We are freedom! I am freedom. You are freedom! Freedom is beyond selfishness. It is realizing that we are all One. "You can take it or leave it, you don't have to believe it!" In the immortal words of Ziggy Marley!
Looking at nature, and natural systems, we can see it is true. We see the ability of nature to survive, to transform and to be free, of desire, ego, and all the prisons that come with it: internal and external!
We are all a butterfly!
- Emily A, San Antonio, TX
- It was the night before my 30th birthday. I was having an awful day. Hadn't eaten or slept due to
unfortunate circumstances. I was cleaning a commercial building and went to throw out the trash. As
I walked out, I spotted a monarch butterfly on the floor. I picked him up and he flew out of my hands
and landed on the wall. I tried again and this time he let me touch him. I brought him inside and he
stayed on my hand. I began to sweep the floor and he was still there. I placed him on my shoulder
and he stayed with me the whole night and on my drive home. I talked to him and asked if he was
my grandpa. He opened his wings. I put him on my canvas on my wall when I got home. I took pictures
to keep that memory. The next day he was gone. I thought maybe it was my grandpa watching me. He
died on my 8th birthday. I miss him everyday. I think he was comforting me and telling me
everything was going to be ok. I will never forget this day.
- James B., Lagrange, IL
- This early evening after remodling all day while my wife watched our toddler, She came home with dinner and i was going to take over while she relaxed and ate and instead of plopping in front of the tv which is what I was going to do, I decided to take him to the local park to burn off the last of his energy and it was the most beautiful summer evening with a golden sun and low humidity.
We were running around a field and baseball diamond and out of nowhere a beautiful butterfly lands near us. We were the only ones in field. The butterfly kept flying around us and landing nearby. For a second I lost track of it and thought it flew off. I looked down and it was on my shorts leg. Just calmly stayed there for a while. My toddler walked up and we admired it's beauty. It flew up and around us and kept landing nearby for us to look at. We were on the second base / short stop of the diamond. Eventually we walked back to the wagon and came home. One of those magical summer evenings with at gentle breeze and warm sun.
We came home and an hour later I'm talking to to my wife and tell her what we did at the park and I
mentioned our encounter with the butterfly. She paused and mouth open, said when and butterfly stays
near you for a while, it's a loved one visiting and checking on you from the other side. I put it
together and realized, I don't think a butterfly ever landed on me before today. This was a big sucker
and I never thought to brush it off. It felt normal. I know it was mom visiting us and watching her
grandson running around and playing on a summer night like we used to do as kids.
She was there today and it was great spending a few fleeting moments with her.
I'm a little emotional after the whole thing.
I looked it up and many beleive butterflys visit those who didn't get to say goodbye.
My mom passed away almost two years ago and this exact weekend two years ago I visited her in the
hospital and brought her a blue gender reveal cupcake to tell her we were having a boy. It was
the one thing that kept her figting cancer through her body for much longer than she was
supposed to make it as she wanted to meet her grand baby. She passed a couple of months
before our son was born and I didn't make it back to Detroit from Chicago on time to say goodbye.
She passed as I was driving across states.
Crazy thing is she was a short stop baseball player on the 1950s and 60s and the butterfly we saw was a Red Admiral...Vanessa Atalanta. I looked it up and Wikipedia said this under etymology..."Atalanta is a figure in Greek mythology, a strong yet feminine woman who faces obstacles and backlash for refusing to follow gender norms". That was her to a T! I'm usually pretty skeptical, but tonight was magical.
- Manisha Sharma, Noida, Uttar Pradesh, INDIA
- This Monarch Butterfly has a story which connects my soul with that of my spiritual guru & mentor Dr. Wayne Dyer. A story hard to explain & believe yet for me its a living truth....
All my 42 years of my life I have never noticed a butterfly though I am sure they existed around me before. One fine day around August end last year, a beautiful Monarch butterfly appeared before me outside my office shortly after Dr Dyer's death. I have just finished reading his book 'Wishes Fulfilled' which impacted me greatly and made me feel that my search for a Guru has ended. I realised that I have all the answers within me and do not need to search for them outside.
His death felt as if someone close and dear has departed and I was upset. This butterfly appeared like a miracle and circled around me at the entrance of my office forcing me to notice it. That very moment a close friend of mine in Mumbai also saw a similar Monarch butterfly in her house on 10th floor and called me. After pondering for some time,we both realised that this could be a sign from none other than Dr.Dyer with whom we both connected a lot and who was very much on our mind due to his death.
However it was not a standalone incident...The magic continues till date....This beautiful butterfly frequently appears before me in the rarest of places and in most unusual ways for eg. outside my car, in a crowded street or on a highway while driving & It never fails to capture my attention. I strongly believe its a Miracle from heaven...so this time when I saw it I thought of clicking a photo...and to my surprise it sweetly allowed me to do so.
Dr.Dyer was reminded of his late friend Jack when a Monarch came and stepped on his finger while he went on a walk one day, which he photographed and later put it on cover of his book Inspiration..Similarly this monarch always reminds me of him and seeing it around brings a very comforting and pleasant feeling .Thank you Dr. Dyer for making me believe that though dear ones may go out of this physical world, their soul is eternal & those whom we love are just a thought away....
- Vincent Kordyback, Vancouver, British Columbia, CANADA
A butterfly, the weight of light,
A twisting, turning, graceful flight;
As if in colour nature sings,
Slow motion beat of light in wings.
Alights upon a flower... blends,
As petals on the flower ends,
Then up, in zig and zag and soar,
A flying flower it's once more.
Alone, so frail upon the breeze,
On wings a craft of nature's tease.
A butterfly, the name belies,
For it's a flower in the sky.
- Tara, Greenwich, CT
- I have always been fond of butterflies just like many others. As a little girl I spent hours chasing butterflies and having them land on me. Many childhood videos show me and the butterflies. Now being 26 and a preschool teacher every year we order caterpillars- watch the process and free our butterflies. This year went well and all the butterflies flew away instantly except for one. He stayed on the ground. After a few moments I picked the butterfly up,well, he willingly climed onto my fingers and I placed him on a flower bush. As I was walking away I turned back and noticed he had fallen and could not get back up. He never once tried to fly. I let him climb back into my hand and thought "hmm maybe he's just not ready" and placed him back in the butterfly garden case and put new flowers in. He ate like a champ.
I tried a few more times to let him go but he would just fall to the ground. I decided to take the butterfly home and keep him safe until either nature took its course or he flew. He had the life in that butterfly garden. Fresh fruits, flowers, branches and a nice window view. Daily I would take him outside and see if he could fly. He only fell each time and would have a hard time climbing through the grass.
Flash forward two weeks.
I knew his time was coming. He wasn't eating well drinking much, and just stayed staring at the sun. My heart was breaking I knew he did not belong in that butterfly garden cage anymore but I didn't know what to do. I decided lets go back outside and try. For an hour this little guy flew from my finger straight to the ground. I would pick him up and start all over again. Encouraging him my best "you have try a little harder". After an hour he flew up and landed right on my shoulder. I picked him
Up again and outstretched my arm as far as I could. He looked at the sun, stepped back and flew. Flew over the shed. I was amazed. A few minutes later he came back. He flew right back over he shed and landed near me. I almost decided to take him back. What if he was tired? What if this was all he could do today? I then saw him spread his wings in the sun for a moment and he flew away over the shed again. He never came back. I will always wonder about him, worry the night is too cold for him (the night I let him go) but I know it's where he belonged. Free.
- Gwen, Kamloops, British Columbia, CANADA
- When my husband's mother died at 97 there was a graveside service for her on Saltspring Island
where she had lived for many years. The family gathered feeling the grief of losing a mother,
grandmother, great grandmother and friend. She had been an artist, a single mother and a vitally
competent woman. She had a mind of her own, a person who made an impression on you.
Her coffin had a lovely arrangement of her favourite flowers. As the minister said his final word and
the coffin lowered into the grave a beautiful butterfly swirled out of the flower arrangement
and disappeared. My sister-in-law who had been the lead family member in making sure Mom was well
cared for and I gasped, few of the others seem to have noticed.
Everytime I see a butterfly I think of her with love, and thus feel her presence. Wherever her
soul now abides I hope it has the freedom and beauty of that butterfly.
- Richard, Glendale, NY
- My wife was fond of rainbows, and would always take time to stop and stare.
She passed in April one afternoon in 2015 after a long illness but it was a sudden passing and I'm told she felt no pain.
But she didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.
Myself and my son and daughter made the funeral arrangements a day after at
the local funeral home and everyone in a somber mood of course.
Now we always had heard over the years that sometimes loved ones will find a way to send us a message after they passed,
so we were looking for some evidence I suppose of that. A couple of minor things happened around the house while I was getting
ready for the funeral but nothing that you could definetly say was a 'sign' or a 'message'. For instance I found a
small wooden cross that we had purchased together at the Vatican in Rome during a vacation. I wasn't looking for it
and didn't even remember that we had it until it fell off of her night table. It was behind her jewelry box and I moved it so I could
get something else.
However my daughter on her drive home from making the arrangements on Long Island this afternoon called me
afterwards to say that Mom must have been happy with the arrangements because she made me drive through a double
rainbow that stretched across the highway just before I got home.... It was one of four rainbows sited that day on Long Island,
the news said it was because of 'unusual weather conditions' but we know it was Mom saying goodbye.
One final note my granddaughter was very close to her and played and colored together all the time, My wife would read her
nursery rhymes and story book when ever they were together. Now my grandaughter is very young but always was outspoken just
like her grandmother. A few weeks after her passing my granddaughter was walking through my daughter's kitchen and without
stopping passed a remark that sounded exactly like something my wife would say. She said you've worn that shirt already
this week talking to me complete with the same tone of voice.
She's made statements like this completely out of the blue several times. So we think that there's a possibility
she possesses some of grandma's sense of humor.?
- Renee Lee, Macon, GA
- I went to the cemetery to place flowers on my mother's grave. I was looking around at other graves when a monarch
butterfly landed on my thigh and just stayed there. I started wondering what sign this was and started to believe a type of
spiritual sign. I have never forgotten that moment.
- Linda, London, Ontario CANADA
- My mom passed in 2006. She chose to be at home and I was with her the last year of her life
until the end. It was a very difficult time...hard to see her waste away... Yet there were so many
magical moments. Mom straddled the fence when it came to believing in heaven and life after death.
I would tell her not to be afraid.. that she was going to a beautiful place.. no more pain..
that she would be dancing in fields of wild flowers. I asked her to please if she could..to
give me a sign that she was ok and that I was right. I said she had to make it so it
was "right in my face"..I didnt want to miss it or question it.
About 3 months after she passed I was sitting with my daughter on the patio outside my mom's home
and this beautiful big monarch came and landed on my knee. It sat there for some time. It was beautiful.
My daughter said "oh my God mom"! All of a sudden it flew up into my face..
I could feel its wings beating against my nose, then flew over my head and away.
I knew it was without a doubt mom's sign.
At age 61 I got my first tattoo...a monarch butterfly flying towards my heart.
- Jennifer, Blenheim, Ontario CANADA
- I went to visit a Psychic and asked her what signs my Mom sends. She said a Butterfly,
a monarch looking one but with blue on it. When I arrived home after this reading I was
walking up my driveway and felt something flying around my head it landed on a bush beside me.
It was an Orange monarch with blue on it. I have never seen one with nor have people I have
told this story to. It flew around my head some more and landed so I could take a picture
then continued around my head as I walked to the door.
I went out a half hour later and it was still there but soon disappeared. I have not seen it again.
I know for a fact that was my Mom saying Hi!!
- Katrina, Albuquerque, NM
- November of 2015 it was my turn to have a Bible study devotional with approximately 20 ladies.
Weeks before I had Butterflies on my mind. I went to my local Christian bookstore and found some
Butterfly Gospel Tracts showing the life of a butterfly. I knew that's what I needed to buy.
Then I went to Walmart and found beautiful butterfly ornaments all colors. I bought a bunch of
them to give to the ladies along with the butterfly Gospel Tracts. They loved them.
I ended up ordering more butterfly Tracts along with butterfly ornaments and giving them away
to everyone around Christmas time. I found some really pretty butterflies at the Dollar Tree
and continue to bless others with them. It's so cool to see their eyes light up and the
smiles on their faces. Today I went to another Bible study and the leader mentioned the butterfly
once again. I'm going to compete in a speech contest next month, guess what I'm going to talk about,
yep the life of a butterfly and how our own lives are similar. I'm doing research on the
butterfly and came across your site. I will keep you updated on how my speech affects others.
Thank you and God bless!
- Chris Temouskos, Melbourne, Victoria, AUSTRALIA
- My Dream was to smell a Flower at a Park. The Butterfly was by my side. A true inspiring Story.
As a delightful and outgoing young man from Melbourne, Australia, I was experiencing a fun life with a great ability to travel around the world and be very happy. Out of nowhere, I experienced a deep neurological malfunction that was slowing my life down. Neurosurgery took place.
Even though I knew my brain was mechanically adjusted using surgical tools, it felt like I was constantly getting electrocuted and as the time went by, the voltage was increasing.
I didn't' like or enjoy my FEELING at all. I remained like that for over a year. I was FEELING so uncomfortable to the point I couldn't' take it anymore. My goal was to wake up.
I stood in front of a mirror where I looked at myself and said, this is not me. I asked myself to fully wake up and get back to life. I got myself in this situation and now I had to get myself out. The thought that was born in a very strong way was: Story, Story, Story.
There was one method I had to try: SELF EXPRESSION. I had to express myself to myself with a Story that only made sense to me in order to tune myself up. Another way I understood SELF EXPRESSION was to use my imagination to tell myself a Story, and do my best to act it out. By working on a personal story and keeping myself busy with time, I created comfortable time for self to recharge my battery of life.
By pushing the PLAY button on my Journey park story (back to basics, self expression) and supporting it to the best of my ability, I remained focused and kept it private to keep the momentum going and not disrupt my thoughts. Had I explained to anyone what I was doing would've been like pressing the PAUSE button and this would've interrupted my GOAL.
Mind and body required lots of time to relax and rewire. Waiting for that time to go by seemed never ending. It was the perfect time to do something different to change my thoughts about myself through self expression and create a new feeling about my life.
The book : Self Expression, is showing a job I needed to do to rewire my mind and body. I used my imagination to create a Story making sure myself is acting on the Story so the Story rebuilds my life. Think It. Talk It. Work It. Act It.
- Gena, Trinity, FL
- My story is about my strong faith in the Lord and how I have asked for a sign of a butterfly from him!
I was hanging out with a friend I knew I should not have been I asked Jesus to send me a sign of a
yellow butterfly if I should let go of this friendship! About 10 minutes later one flew right into
my face and wouldn't go away for a while. Now I'm in a relationship and I want more out of it.
I asked Jesus again to send me a yellow butterfly if "we will be ok in the future" it was a few days
and one flew right to me. I have never had one land on me which a lot of people have that's so cool!
I have asked the Lord many times for a sign of any color butterfly most of the time he answers.
All of your stories are so inspirational and amazing! God bless everyone!
- Raymond, Honolulu, HI
- My younger sister Amy was a kind and humble person. She spent the last 6 months at the
ICU ward at the Queens Medical Center. She had a liver infection and was waiting for a liver transplant
operation. There wasn't a match a available and she was given a lot of pain relief medicines.
My sister decided that there was no hope to prolonged her life in constant pain. So she gave her
doctor permission to discontinue her life. She passed away on January 7, 2016. We had her cremated
and held a funeral service at the Okinawan Temple on Feb 13, 2016.
My sister Sherri and brother Randy scattered part of her ashes on top of Diamond Head crater.
About a week later, my son and I were helping my friend to adjust a sliding door for an exterior
bathroom. As my son was sawing the door,a monarch butterfly came flying within 18 inches of my face.
I knew then it was Amy and I said, Amy you came to say you are alright.
After a couple of seconds she flew back to the neighbor's yard.
I've seen this with my own eyes and now I believe that butterflies are a sign from God that
there is a life after death.
- Roz, Houston, TX
- My Mother passed away November 20, 2009. As we were leaving her house to have a private graveside
service, a beautiful Monarch butterfly fluttered around over our heads, then fluttered away.
After Mother's services were over, each of us took a flower from the wreath that was covering her coffin.
Out of nowhere, another Monarch butterfly appeared, not a coincidence, it was Mother, still
watching over us. AMEN.
- Rita, Elmwood Park, NJ
- I lost my father on Thursday, November 19th. He was a very special and kind man. Ever since,
during Thursdays in November and December we were visited by white and black butterfly. It appears
inside the house, stays for a day of two and vanishes. I have shared the pictures with my friends
and relatives. On the 7th day after visiting the cemetery and coming back home the butterfly
was still there. My son picked it up and fed it the sugar water - it never flew away.
It just sat on his finger and let me take pictures.
I didn't see it for about two weeks in January.
But than during the huge snowstorm that hit Northeast on Saturday, I was remembering my dad and
my heart ached so much from not having him in my life anymore, I was looking in the window at
the falling snow the butterfly flew right at me. Last night the butterfly was sitting on the
paper napkin by me while I had my dinner. This morning it was still there and we both had mango
It is hard to believe, but I have all the pictures to prove to myself first of all,
that dad is with me and always will be and he cares so much and sends his little messenger.
I wish I could share all my pictures with you.