The Mysteries of the Blue Butterfly

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This particle piece of writing is written through the eyes of a cougar in the jungle as he sees the mess our world has become and adds his thoughts about how things could be.

Submitted: November 08, 2011

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Tammy Martin

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The Mysteries of the Blue Butterfly

 

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I the Cougar watched him. He was in the dense green rain forest of Costa Rica. The Cocoon was sitting on a leaf attached to a Peace tree. He tried to evolve into what he was meant to be but he was having much difficulty and just as he was ready to give up. He was transformed in to a magical Blue Butterfly. You could literally see the unfolding of the light of God in him. He was delicate and fragile. He had a black velvet fringe around the outside of his wing. He was small but his aerodynamic body extruded strength and power. He was iridescent and when night fell in the jungle under the pale moon. He looked haunting.

The first time I saw him gliding by it felt like he was from another dimension and I knew he had some kind of power even I could not match.

I the cougar could bring down just about anything in my path. I could tear them apart with my strong jaw, hard teeth and large rugged claws. I have no instinct, but to care for my young and eat and kill anything in my path for my family’s next meal. I live only for the moment. I have no instinct to worry about anything but my essential needs. My life is not complicated. I depend on the God that is in all of us to provide what I need.

My territory was getting smaller each day as the human beast took hostage of the land to build there ghastly looking habitats. They had strange ideas in their highly developed brains. They killed us and each other for no apparent reason. At least I only had the desire to kill what I needed to eat. The predator does not only exist in me but in the human condition.

I watched Samuel, My earth dweller. He was always working, thinking, fixing, controlling or trying to control his part of God’s earth. He would work and work to have his precious shiny things. He hardly ever rested. He lived in a fancy wood box were he accumulated more and more things that he really didn’t need. It seemed to confuse him. His intelligence did not seem to bring him wisdom. He had accumulated immense fortunes but he did not seem to feel joy or contentment. He seemed to have lost his connection to the God of the butterfly.

The Human species seem to have an epidemic of broken hearts and crushed souls. Everywhere the blue magical butterfly flew he seemed to change the heart of all of the species of plants, animals and humans on the planet.

 

He made the flowers open with magnificent buds and made the berries grow plump and juicy. His bliss seemed contagious to the animals and the human beast. He would fly over human dwellings and anger would turn into joy and tears into laughter.

This little creature was only a butterfly but little by little he brought joy to one and then they brought joy to another. The world of broken hearts and crushed souls were beginning to heal because one person was not hurting they had no want or need to hurt another. All hatred was dissolving right in front of my eyes. Each human that had been healed brought the beginning of healing to each one they came in contact with. It was literally causing a transformation of the planet.

The interesting thing is this power that made the blue butterfly had been here for thousands of years but it took humans to hit rock bottom. Running from there maker. There has been decades of wars and famine. Humans were always trying to control others at any cost. Family member against family member because of closed minds and open mouths. Religions were spewing hatred and death at each other because of their own so called beliefs about God.

 

There is an old legend from the Maleku Tribe in Costa Rica about the Blue Butterfly. It was told by the great fathers of the tribe and passed from generation to generation. The legend goes like this.

There was a sad young girl from the Maleku tribe, who lost her love in a war of the tribes. It made her feel such great sorrow to see all the hatred and evil that came from the members of the tribe. She decided one day after much heavy prayer and pondering to sacrifice herself to the great Arenal Volcano. So that peace, love and happiness would come to her tribe. On her way to the volcano she came upon a shimmering blue waterfall. She reached in to drink from it and fell in the waterfall it swept her away and she became one with the earth. The rocks in the volcano started to erupt and out of the bottom of the volcano came a beautiful blue butterfly. It was told that the sky and the flowers and all the animals around this magnificent place turned blue. In a few days the magic butterfly changed itself into a magnificent blue angel. Even today the Blue Butterflies gather on a special tree in Costa Rica called the Peace tree. The Blue Butterfly represents peace, love and happiness to all who see them.

Finding Peace was really so simple you see! It was right in front of our eyes. How did they get so confused, so blinded by control? This magical Blue Butterfly, a small piece of the real God was sent to bring us back home to where we once began. It is here to bring the final generation into the transformation of the world.

 

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