The Butterfly StoryGale Glassner Twersky
The Butterfly and Its Communicative Relatives by Gale Glassner Twersky
Before I begin my butterfly story, I’d like to give you the background that preceded my incredible experience in Paris with a very special Monarch butterfly in May of 2006.
After studying Spirituality for over 25 years, I had finally transformed most of my fears into new perspectives that allowed me to replace fears with love. For instance, I had always been terrified of bees but one day when I saw that a bee was trapped in our bathroom trying to escape through the skylight, I used my thoughts to speak to it with love. I asked that it drop to the floor so I could place a plastic cup in front of it, have it walk inside, and then I would take it outside to freedom. No sooner had I finished that thought, than the bee did a nose dive for the floor. Indeed, I placed the plastic cup in front of the then walking bee and it accommodated me by simply walking in. I then took it outside and let it go free. Rather amazing? Well, the same scene happened within the next few weeks with 4 more bees in the same bathroom!
Then, one day after the bee episodes, there was a moth on the bathroom mirror. I suggested silently through my thoughts that I would help it outside to freedom if it would allow me to take it outside in the small, plastic liquid Tylenol cup that I held in my hand (I didn’t have the usual 7 oz plastic cup handy). Well, it did not wait for the cup; it simply flew to my finger immediately and I bent my finger allowing the moth to remain inside the open Tylenol cup and then I went downstairs and released the moth outside.
My husband did not believe it was possible that I was “communicating” in some manner with bugs and thought I was delusional. So one day when there was a fly in our kitchen, he pointed to it and said, “Let’s see you talk to this one because ecause if you can’t, in 5 minutes I’m going to get the fly swatter.” Making no promises to my husband, I communicated the urgency of my request that I help this poor little fly out the door and suggested that I would extend my finger onto the table and allow it to climb on board. It took about 3 minutes but it very wisely complied with my request, walked up my finger and remained there, I lifted my finger off the table and walked about 15 feet, with the fly still resting on my finger, until I reached my back door. I quickly opened the door and released the (I was sure) jubilant fly. I felt triumphant yet my husband never spoke of the incident. I think he was in denial. A year later when I brought the incident up during a conversation, he said he had forgotten it ever happened.
And now for the butterfly story. While on our first trip to Paris, my husband, my daughter and I were visiting the magnificent gardens of Versailles. I noticed the most gorgeous, vibrant orange colored Monarch butterfly and brought it to my family’s attention. Then all of a sudden the butterfly left the tall hedge and flew about 15 feet overhead. I called to it and raised my arm with my hand making a flat landing pad for it. “Oh, come to me, please come to me,” I beckoned so it could hear me. And it did! It came back down and lit upon my hand whereupon I drew it close to my face. All I could think to say to it was, “You’re so beautiful!” It stayed on my hand and I was completely mesmerized. It had a body like a rainbow with swirled colors that appeared like a pipe cleaner, fuzzy, and elongated. Its antennae had little black balls on the ends. Its legs were somewhat bowl-legged with what looked like black booties. It felt like I was communing with nature and communing with God at the same time. It was a “in the moment” experience that felt like total peace. Especially fortunate for me (and this narrative) my daughter had a camera and took my picture speaking to the butterfly on my hand. So now I had tangible proof of my few minutes in adoration of my butterfly. Best of all, my husband has stopped debating me probably because left brain dominant people like he is, recognize credible, concrete proof.
This was a very special, spiritual and synchronistic moment in my life when time stood still. It added another example of how we, the animal kingdom and even the insect kingdom have a special frequency that we humans can tune into, similar to what people have been noticing about dolphins, dogs, cats and horses. They bring us so many blessings and reminders that we are all connected in this ocean of energy. We are all One.