What butterflies mean to me.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Since my son died in June of 2013, I often feel my son's presence when I am around a butterfly. A couple of months ago, there was a HUGE dark blue butterfly outside my bedroom sliding glass door. I watched it for awhile and then went about my day. Later, around dusk I was back in my bedroom reading on a loveseat. One of my cats wanted to go out and my husband came in and let her out. When he opened the door, the same butterfly flew in. It flew all around the room right past me and then landed on my pillow. It stayed awhile and then flew back out. I know this was a message from my son saying, "You are doing o.k. Mom and it's alright to keep living and finding joy and hope in life. My physical form as you knew it is gone, but my love and spirit live on in you."
Butterflies are free and I know my son is free and pain free in heaven. Today, a small table with a metal base in the shape of a butterfly and a glass top arrived. I placed iT on our porch where we have. Lots of plants and flowers. I will think of my son, Luis , whenever I sit on our porch with the butterfly table!
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I am very sorry for the loss of your son.
It is true, our loved ones often visit us in the form of a bird, a butterfly, dragon fly ect., with a message.
It takes a truly spiritual person to recognize the visit and interpret the message. Your post was beautiful. It is wonderful that you recognize this.
This is my butterfly story:
It is not about a person I lost who was so very close to me, but about a client, and a person I became close with after her death. Her name is Jenetta. I thought I would share this with you. I call it one of my "Stories of Love . . . Scripted from Above."
On a beautiful spring day I was enjoying a leisurely walk in St. Pettersberg National Park with a friend of mine, Ginger.
A white butterfly flew by and I said aloud, "Hi Janetta."
"Who are you talking to?" Ginger asked.
"The butterfly." I replied.
"Yea, it's a tribute to the daughter of one of my clients. She died at the age of nineteen in an automobile accident. It's sad but it's a great story. Do you want to hear it?"
"Sure. I'd love to."
"Well, a few years ago I worked on a case where Jenetta and her friend were killed in an automobile accident driving back to college in South Carolina after visiting their parents in Florida. Jenetta's mother and I became very close over the years of working on this case. The case was against a major trucking company that was transporting bails of wire for fences and such at the time. The bails were loaded on the truck negligently, a bail of wire rolled off the truck.
Jenetta and her friend, not seeing the bail of wire in the road on the way back to college in South Carolina (at 4:00 a.m.) ran over the bail of wire, it got entangled under Jenetta's care and she lost control of the car, both girls were killed instantly. Jenetta's mother was mourning the death of her daughter. During our talks she told me that her daughter loved to paint cats and butterflies.
A couple of weeks later, I was taking a walk with a Jamaican girlfriend named Susan and sitting on the road was a white butterfly and for some reason, I decided to pick her up and she didn't fly away. In fact, she sat on my heart for the duration of our walk and even in the car all the way home. This white butterfly sat on my heart for over a half-hour without budging. Susan was freaking out. In her heavy Jamaican accent she kept saying, "I can't believe it. I never see butterfly do dat. I play with butterfly all da time in Jamaica when I was little girl. I never see butterfly do dat."
I said, "Well, I feel this butterfly is my client's daughter Jenetta. She's telling me that I need to call her Mother in because she's very upset."
A few days later my cat walks into my house with a dead butterfly in her mouth and again I heard Jenetta say, "My Mother wants to call you but she's too distraught. Will you please call her?"
I immediately called her Mother. When she picked up the phone she was sobbing and when she heard it was me she said, "I wanted to call you but I just couldn't because I'm too upset” that day was the anniversary date of her daughter (Jenetta's) death.
Another week or so passed and I was taking a walk in the park and I saw a beautiful Monarch butterfly just sitting there and this time it was dead but it was absolutely perfect. It had no tears on its wings or any other sign of distress. So I took it home and put it on my ancestor altar then I heard Jenetta say, "Please call my Mother and tell her that in death I am perfect."
And ever since, whenever I see a white butterfly I always say "Hi Jenetta."
There is a white butterfly that flies around my house all the time.
May you find peace and happiness in the messages Luis brings to you.
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Comment edited on: 5/1/2013 9:03:57 AM
You are not the only one to mention receiving messages from loved ones through butterflies. There was a film in which a wife told her husband through butterflies that their daughter was still alive and missing in the tropics. He followed the butterflies and rescued her.
1695 days ago
Sorry for your loss.
1702 days ago
What courage and love surround you! Thanks for sharing your story with us.
1702 days ago
Sue, love never dies ...it is just transformed. Your table sounds lovely. May Luis come to visit you often. June
1703 days ago
I bet that table is gorgeous. Such a great idea. You will be able to be close to him in nature. :)
1703 days ago
1704 days ago
Thank you for sharing this experience. Yes, "you are doing ok".
1704 days ago
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