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my Dear Child,
The world is bigger than You think. You spend too much time taking in everything, trying to encompass the entire globe. When You look at it as One object, it’s tiny. Miniscule. It is only when You look at the little things does the world become a grand entity.
i did not create this world for You to look at the whole and begin subtracting from it the individual aspects. The intent was not for You to take away from Your World, but to add it up, to start with the small things and add them to other small things until You had reached a greater Sum. One can be quite small, but it may also be quite big.
Have You ever considered a caterpillar? Few do, but a very long time ago a young Girl prayed to me and asked if caterpillars were happy. i remember Her small voice rising into the clouds...
Holy Mother, are butterflies happy? Do they see an older sibling and know they will be that beautiful someday? Or are they afraid something will go wrong and they won’t turn out right and the other butterflies will leave them?
Do they know they’re going to be butterflies? Do they think their dying in their cocoon? Are they surprised when they wake up?
She paused then as She prayed to me.
Holy Mother, I really believe that each time a caterpillar falls off a leaf and lands on the ground, she looks up and wishes she could flutter up into the leaves to the flowers. Instead she has to work hard. Slowly she’ll climb the leaves. Once she’s there, You reward her. A strange transformation occurs and she’s nestled snug inside a cocoon, unsuspecting and unaware of the reward when she spreads her wings for the first time.
But i created caterpillars to be unique. Caterpillars are the only creatures in Your world that live both life and heaven on earth. They do die in their cocoons, only to emerge as their heavenly selves.
i wanted to tell the Child this, to explain to Her my designs, but it was impossible.
You are my first Child to hear my voice. Listen to what i tell you. Learn.
If You've never thought about caterpillars, then perhaps leaves? my design in this world gave a leaf the happiest life a living Being could have. In spring, the leaves bud on the Tree, their Mother. These buds are born asleep. Their eyes are closed, and they dream through the summer as they grow. The dreams are filled with dancing to the music of the wind, of loving and holding other leaves near them, of living forever with those they care for.
In the fall, the air carries a chill that sends a shiver through the leaves, and, for the first time, they awaken. Every dream they had dreamed comes true, and they are so happy that it doesn't matter that their deaths are the prelude of winter, for they lived every one of their wishes.
They live a short Life, but it is a well lived life.
As the life of the caterpillar and the life of the leaf are unique, so is Your life, my Child. They were created to be Heaven and to be Happy. You were created to Wonder and Hope.
i wanted these little things--caterpillars, leaves--to fill You with Wonder, with curiosity. You were meant to believe so strongly in the Beauty of Life, in the world, in everything. For each question, a hundred possibilities for joy, improvement. For each moment, a hundred possibilities for kindness.
i had believed in You. i had believed that You would act on those possibilities. Yet i see now a world filled with chaos. Too many look at the globe of the world, and ignore what comprises that globe.
Worse, there are those who try to squash those that do.
i do not punish You. Though it breaks my heart that You look for sorrow above joy, my heart is still here to break. i love You as much as i love the bud in the spring. i love You as much as the caterpillar on the leaf, or the butterfly on the flower. i cannot give up on You.
i hear in Your prayers the question i’ve been waiting for. Why did i chose you to tell this to?
Because, though You feel weak, ugly, of little value, You have given me Hope. You pray with simplicity about the small things: little victories, little joys. A small compliment still brightens Your day.
You notice things. And that’s just One step away from showing the world.
Love,
mother goddess
The world is bigger than You think. You spend too much time taking in everything, trying to encompass the entire globe. When You look at it as One object, it’s tiny. Miniscule. It is only when You look at the little things does the world become a grand entity.
i did not create this world for You to look at the whole and begin subtracting from it the individual aspects. The intent was not for You to take away from Your World, but to add it up, to start with the small things and add them to other small things until You had reached a greater Sum. One can be quite small, but it may also be quite big.
Have You ever considered a caterpillar? Few do, but a very long time ago a young Girl prayed to me and asked if caterpillars were happy. i remember Her small voice rising into the clouds...
Holy Mother, are butterflies happy? Do they see an older sibling and know they will be that beautiful someday? Or are they afraid something will go wrong and they won’t turn out right and the other butterflies will leave them?
Do they know they’re going to be butterflies? Do they think their dying in their cocoon? Are they surprised when they wake up?
She paused then as She prayed to me.
Holy Mother, I really believe that each time a caterpillar falls off a leaf and lands on the ground, she looks up and wishes she could flutter up into the leaves to the flowers. Instead she has to work hard. Slowly she’ll climb the leaves. Once she’s there, You reward her. A strange transformation occurs and she’s nestled snug inside a cocoon, unsuspecting and unaware of the reward when she spreads her wings for the first time.
But i created caterpillars to be unique. Caterpillars are the only creatures in Your world that live both life and heaven on earth. They do die in their cocoons, only to emerge as their heavenly selves.
i wanted to tell the Child this, to explain to Her my designs, but it was impossible.
You are my first Child to hear my voice. Listen to what i tell you. Learn.
If You've never thought about caterpillars, then perhaps leaves? my design in this world gave a leaf the happiest life a living Being could have. In spring, the leaves bud on the Tree, their Mother. These buds are born asleep. Their eyes are closed, and they dream through the summer as they grow. The dreams are filled with dancing to the music of the wind, of loving and holding other leaves near them, of living forever with those they care for.
In the fall, the air carries a chill that sends a shiver through the leaves, and, for the first time, they awaken. Every dream they had dreamed comes true, and they are so happy that it doesn't matter that their deaths are the prelude of winter, for they lived every one of their wishes.
They live a short Life, but it is a well lived life.
As the life of the caterpillar and the life of the leaf are unique, so is Your life, my Child. They were created to be Heaven and to be Happy. You were created to Wonder and Hope.
i wanted these little things--caterpillars, leaves--to fill You with Wonder, with curiosity. You were meant to believe so strongly in the Beauty of Life, in the world, in everything. For each question, a hundred possibilities for joy, improvement. For each moment, a hundred possibilities for kindness.
i had believed in You. i had believed that You would act on those possibilities. Yet i see now a world filled with chaos. Too many look at the globe of the world, and ignore what comprises that globe.
Worse, there are those who try to squash those that do.
i do not punish You. Though it breaks my heart that You look for sorrow above joy, my heart is still here to break. i love You as much as i love the bud in the spring. i love You as much as the caterpillar on the leaf, or the butterfly on the flower. i cannot give up on You.
i hear in Your prayers the question i’ve been waiting for. Why did i chose you to tell this to?
Because, though You feel weak, ugly, of little value, You have given me Hope. You pray with simplicity about the small things: little victories, little joys. A small compliment still brightens Your day.
You notice things. And that’s just One step away from showing the world.
Love,
mother goddess
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This was written spur of the moment after my parents went to bed on New Year's Eve of 2012. It was inspired by...quite a bit. Partly because of a section I found in an old journal on my thoughts of butterflies and caterpillars, partly due to Kurt Vonnegut's "Breakfast of Champions." Mostly, though, it was inspired by a friendship that used to exist with a wonderful boy who used to always be my inspiration. I don't know if that friendship is dying or is dead, but even in the end, he inspires me to be better than I am.
Things have been going crazy lately, and I hope posting this makes up for it at least a little bit.
As always, constructive criticism would be loved.
Specifically:
~Does the capitalization work (can you understand why the things that are capitalized are, and why those that aren't, aren't) or is it too excessive and detracts from the piece?
~Would you like to see this piece expanded a little more?
-----Do you have any ideas for the expansion?
~Is the ending too abrupt?
~Does the ending tie in appropriately with the beginning?
~Anything else?
Things have been going crazy lately, and I hope posting this makes up for it at least a little bit.
As always, constructive criticism would be loved.
Specifically:
~Does the capitalization work (can you understand why the things that are capitalized are, and why those that aren't, aren't) or is it too excessive and detracts from the piece?
~Would you like to see this piece expanded a little more?
-----Do you have any ideas for the expansion?
~Is the ending too abrupt?
~Does the ending tie in appropriately with the beginning?
~Anything else?
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This was amazing!