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In the Home Depot garden, a lady came in and bought lots of seeds and small planters.

She said the Monarch butterfly was almost extinct now and was doing her part in bringing them back.

She was planting the butterfly attracting seeds to grow the plants that would populate her garden with butterflies.

Her husband came out and said “Oh by the way I got spray for those horrid worms all over your plants”

She said don’t you dare kill my caterpillars dear.”

The Beauty and Design of Butterflies

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The Butterfly has Wings


These thoughts were occupying my mind last night as I prepared to sleep. Oddly enough with other things on my mind I dreamed I was back in Tangier. We were remembered and everything seemed so much the same.

Many things are coming to mind.

Changes.

We stay safe in our cocoons, waiting for the right moment when we emerge as the beautiful creature the universe intended us to be.  Ready to fly.

Some persons hate change, they can not cope with it and would prefer everything to stay neat and tiny, organized and comfortable. This is not realistic. Things happen, people do change, they move away, they leave this earthly plane.

Do we have the tendencies to fear change because inevitably someone gets bruised ?

Are our minds so set in not rocking the boat so too speak that we miss the experience all together ?

I believe in living each day the best I can. I deal with situations that arise with minimal thought. I make an effort to NOT over think everything.

I try to not make assumptions and let the universal plan move forward without interference.

When someone we care about (I Love you Long Time) comes to mind. When this person hurts us, disrespects us and gives us so little in regards to what we give or have given them. Perhaps this person is ill, growing older and facing all the changes coming into their life. We know not their heart.

Geez, how much do we know of our own heart ?

An example. A couple is married for many years (26). The husband decides to leave the relationship after the children are grown. The couple do not divorce but live separately for over 5 years. The husband reconsiders what life has presented him with and wants another chance. The wife in the mean time has been struck by loves swift arrow when she wasn’t even looking. The husband is hurt and feels betrayed. How, I ask can he validate his feelings?

It’s as if she has been encased in this small cocoon, safe and sound, waiting to emerge. She used the excuse of perks but no commitment because she was already married. In name only.

As she emerged into the world she realized that love was attainable and she embraced it. At long last she in turn has become the transformation she desired and could finally realize.

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 The Dragonfly Ring


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The Dragonfly:
Aside from the sheer beauty of these creatures they are said to be a symbol of messages about the nature of illusion. They ask you to look at your own life and realize what is truth and what are the illusions you have created that restrict your actions/ideas and keep you from realizing your goals.

A powerful reminder.

The Citrine Gemstone:

The stone for the month of November. Many people have come to know and love this stone under the name gold topaz, or Madeira or Spanish topaz, although in actual fact it has very little in common with the higher-quality gemstone topaz – except for a few nuances of colour. Thus the history of the citrine is closely interwoven with that of the topaz, and coincides with it completely when it comes to the interpretation of alleged miraculous powers. However, the citrine is a member of the large quartz family, a family which, with its multitude of colours and very various structures, offers gemstone lovers almost everything their hearts desire in terms of adornment and decoration, from absolutely clear rock crystal to black onyx. And it does so at prices which are by no means unaffordable.

I truly desire this ring.

The Sensitive Dragonfly


They say that as a creature of the wind, a dragonfly represents change. Its wings are sensitive to slight breezes, so we too should heed where the wind blows us in life.

Funny, I am forever saying “However the wind blows is OK with me”

Dragonflies also live near water, which in and of itself is symbolic of the subconscious mind. Dragonflies symbolically carry a message dealing with deeper thought, reminding us to pay attention to our own deeper thoughts and desires.

Finally, a dragonfly lives a short life, so it must live life to the fullest.

Keeping these thoughts in mind as one progresses through life may be a source of focus for meditation, improving one’s life choices in the process.

I live with the Atlantic Ocean on one side and The Gulf of Mexico on the other,a little Island Stream.

I am surrounded by water and lots of dragonflies.

Water and Ocean salty Air~ what more could a person need ?

Fire to keep our inner light burning and Earth to ground us.

Earth~Air-Fire-Water…the elements that sustain us.

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Safe in My Cocoon


I am so glad I saved those two videos.The Phoenix and The Dark Night.

I sit here. I am relaxed enjoying a cup of chai tea and listening to the music.

Thinking of how we never see the beauty of the butterfly until it emerges from the safety of its cocoon.

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It’s so warm inside the cocoon. Like a mother carrying her child under her heart for nine months. Safe and protected.

The metamorphism of the butterfly takes place and the wings slowly open and there she is in all her glory.

New Life Cocoon

The woman goes into labor, a labor of love and pain. She delivers a child who cries out. Is the child crying because it no longer feels safe?

Of course not,the child cries for the life-sustaining air that we breathe.

Her tiny fingers and toes are fingerprinted and all vital statistics are recorded.Time, date, weight, general health.

The thing is she has already been fingerprinted from her creator. There is only one of her, unless of course she is an identical twin and that’s another one of life’s seemingly unanswered questions. Are twins fingerprints identical?

The world is her stage and now she has a major part in it. She is a lead role player in every scenario she creates.

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”

~ William Shakespeare

As she grows; others will create acts for her and she will have to make decisions as to participating.

Sometimes, I feel I am still in a cocoon. I retreat there sometimes, when I need to recharge my batteries. When I am in my space, my creative juices start flowing. So many thoughts, ideas go off in my head it feels like someone has turned the light switch on.

When I sleep, I still feel as if I am in this amazing place, where my dreams can take me away to far away lands and I can fly over oceans and mountains. My favorite dreams are dreams within a dream; as in lucid dreaming.

Lucid Dreams

“Your mind is apt to be challenged, Dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.”

Sometimes I plan my dreams. Ok, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.

The dream came…

Visitors

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby cat by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room, it was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed.

There was emptiness to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain. The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.

On a whiteboard the words, “Welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter ” in 3-D was written. The crop music was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.

One man in particular was a leader of sorts and in my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands. My ex was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me; until a lady chose him and they melted into a long kiss, a passionate one.

All the while my interest was in wanting this man. Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that consumed and absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to winky tink. I walked to the canal and he was there and we winky tinked together.

He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more but not yet were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter, many zillion of years (2165) into the future.

There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me. Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go.

The dream is fading now but remnants of me coming back here. The apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.

It was not to be sexual in nature, but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.

The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean, playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like wee children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even though I did not KNOW these persons they felt like my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

Dream Ends

I love my dreams 🙂 They are always in color. Years ago I was prescribed Xanax for anxiety and I had the worse nightmares imaginable. I quit taking that crap.

What the Bleep Do We Know ???

That was an extraordinary movie. I have not taken prescribed meds since watching it.

That’s what the Bleep I know.