It started – kind of – with a tumblr post about the time and space during which a caterpillar becomes a butterfly in a process that involves sentient goo. The post is simultaneously educational, funny, and enlightening, and I encourage you to seek it out when you have a moment. Perhaps after you finish reading this post.
Anyway, I shared the share: a screenshot, faded and fuzzy with pixel grains, for all the previously stated reasons, but mostly because on some level I knew it was a gift in the form of an (arguably) innocuous act of participation in social media. Really, it was an invitation to play in new fields of energetic interaction; a call for metamorphosis.
I found myself surrounded by unmistakable signs of transmutation: they showed up in dreams, day visions, and moments of serendipity made even more remarkable by all the friends, family, and clients who mirrored them back to me. Heck, I even embodied them; the other day I described my mood as “cocoon-y”.
I mentioned earlier that all this “kind of” started with tumblr, but the truth is, the notion’s been tumbling around my energetic space for some time – peeking in and out of the periphery while my focus was on the distracting drama that wedged illusions between myself and myself. What I required, and received, was a wedge between myself, and illusion. Magic really is everywhere. Thanks, Internet society!
Listen, loves. Something is speaking. Demanding that we transform poison into medicine and fear into fuel; that we shed our disserving, egotastic habits and recondition ourselves with practices of energetic responsibility and conscious interdependence. Calling on us to obliterate darkness with dazzling light. And what if a way to respond to that call is by cultivating a vision of our lives as ever-evolving transformational cycles wherein all phases are equally significant? What if we acknowledged, with total compassion, our capacity to be caterpillars, to be cocooned, and to be butterflies – simultaneously and in various aspects of our lives? What if we treated our stages of contraction and expansion as the rhythm to which we dance with our ascension?
What if we responded like that?
You hear the call, don’t you? It might sound like bells, or thunder, or white noise, but you hear it. It’s getting really loud.
