Trestleboard: From The Esotherica Group – the Butterfly
Beloved Brethren: Many are they who have asked me why a butterfly is typically appended to my bow tie apparel, which daily I will don. The brief answer (which is fitting in casual conversation, in which situation the question usually occurs) includes such concepts as transcendence, metamorphosis, resurrection, heightened awareness, achievement, aesthetic expression, or simply change. Notwithstanding the validity of any of these terms (and conceivably others), let a more extended explanation be offered presently, taken from my thoughts as jotted down more than two years ago:
“The Butterfly Know ye beloved that there is a creature that has emerged out of darkness, even the darkness of the wrapping that has enshrouded it. Like unto its emergence and its prior residence, we human-beings, ere our birth, existed for a time within a womb, dark and separate from the world of light, dumb and unawares, yet conscious of a beating heart above, sending us signals of life and life forces! Nature, with its incessant cycles, like the heart, speaks to imminent emergence and the recurring of new beginnings. As the shell will open for the kernel, so the monarch hears the voice of God within nature, calling out “Come forth!” and unravels the sheath that had hitherto enclosed it. Bright and glorious is the entrance! In such a creature we witness metamorphoses, assuring us that change is possible for us all and that it is truly engraved upon our destiny; change to become better, even better than ourselves, if our eyes are upward turned. We see in it also transcendence, the ability to see the whole of life and all that is in it. This heightened awareness comes to us when we breathe into our lungs such essence as descends from the realms of our highest aspirations, and when we receive inspirations gifted by God and his kindred spirits and by our fellow creatures after they have been touched by His glory. Nothing is impossible or impassable by knowledge of this creature. Though its glory is shortly lived, our memories retain the beauty. Yeah, though we become blind with age, the recollection of it will not perish. Even when we become reinterred, it beauty will enshroud us as we prepare to nurture the roots of earth for a more glorious rising. No matter what have been the shadows of our past, we have but the gift of days remaining to serve our fellow human beings, to cherish God and all of nature. Finally, my beloved, let this revered creature remind us all that no one truly dies whose memory still lives in the hearts of those that loved him.”
Fraternally,
Merrick Rees Hamer PM
