When I flew back to Pennsylvania for the funeral service, I stayed with my cousins in the home where I was born and raised. I practically begged them to allow me to clean the wooden floors before the memorial meal, which was to be held there. My emotions poured forth into the rags, and tears mingled with the lemon oil as I rubbed the wood shiny.
There. Done. It was late. I was tired. The funeral was the next day and we all needed to get some rest. My coping technique made me feel a tiny bit better.
Every stroke and swipe of the rag also allowed me to reflect back to a few days earlier in San Francisco,where I had a spiritual experience relating to my brother’s soul beginning the transformation out of his body. I will explain further.
I was in my powder room on a typically chilly, foggy, San Francisco day in the late afternoon. All of the windows and doors were closed. I looked down at the floor, and right there in the center of the throw rug was a gorgeous brown and yellow butterfly. The butterfly flew up into my right palm and calmly stayed there. It did not flutter its wings at all. Immediately, instinctively, I knew it was Danny telling me that it was okay if I didn’t come to Pennsylvania to visit him in the intensive care unit in his current state of illness. He was visiting me. He was telling me thank you for our loving relationship, years of shared laughter, our recent one and only vacation together, and our life together as siblings. He was telling me that he was light as a butterfly now, assuring me that I was also going to be okay.
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”~Muhammad Ali
That’s the quote that comes to my mind. A death sting for those of us left behind, but is light for those going to the other side. That’s the bittersweet moment I had. I took the butterfly outside after five minutes in my bathroom. I placed it on the back porch banister. The butterfly immediatelyjumped (not flew) onto my sweater sleeve and stayed there another 15 minutes. It got cold and dark as I continued to talk to Danny through the butterfly. (My kids were watching this exchange through the den window.) I then said goodbye and placed the butterfly down on the banister again, and slipped inside to warm up.
Side note: Danny wore a butterfly bow tie to work every day for years.
I believe spirits can morph and travel as we leave our bodies through higher meditative states, enlightenment, remote viewing, dream and death states. I had the same butterfly experience one time prior when a cousin passed away.
I'm so grateful the Lord and his helpers showed me this miracle, this coming together of this side and the other side, of reality and fantasy. I know where science fiction comes from now! Truth is stranger than fiction! And more beautiful too.
Thanks for allowing me to share.
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