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Over four years have passed and suddenly
out of the blue the meaning of a strange visitation has become clear. Two
events caused me to suddenly recall a mystery and solve its riddle.
My sweetheart's father passed away and the family is coming together figuring
out how to heal. After failing to console her from long distance,
I turned on the TV and Wayne Dwyer was telling a story about a butterfly
visiting him after one of his closest friends, who had just died, had told
him the amazing flight of the monarch butterfly being able to migrate back
to the same tree, the same branch after making a journey of hundreds of
miles. A monarch butterfly visited Dwyer . |
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I had one of those rare flash backs. Easter
of 2002 I was out in Vermont with my son and daughter having to sell all
the belongings of my late wife. That morning as the crowd began to gather
for the auction, I knew I had to take flight. I could not endure seeing
her cherished possessions being haggled for bargain prices.
All I could picture were cackling vultures waiting to descend to pick the
remains of this music teacher's home. |
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Just as I was heading out the door, my daughter
was going to take me on a walk to a nearby stream to get away. A hummingbird
was suddenly hovering right at eye level. It made a circle downward
and another circle upward. It then came so close to me that its beak
almost touched my nose. Then it moved back in a circle then forward in another
circle. This messenger bird flapped so hard and fast that I could hear a
distinct melodic hum. As I reach out my hand to allow it to porch
it flew away. It was a messenger not a pet. I tried to follow
its flight but it was so fast it seemed to vanish. |
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Only now I realized that the hummingbird had
made the shape of two intersecting infinity symbols. I
was too caught up in grief to understand that I was being sent a spiritual
message to open up my mind to the infinite possibilities that each and every
one of is presented with even in the times of mourning, suffering and pain.
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At the time I saw the bird, I was transfixed.
Time had no meaning. I was frozen unable to move. It was not
out of fear but amazement. I was too much of an agnostic to think
of this as a miracle. Miracles happen to holy people not to troublemakers,
devil advocates and excommunicates. |
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There is a lesson here. Love comes unexpected
forms if we only open up our hearts and accept it. |
