What happens after you die?

[Mikal]

Leskey...have sent you a private message

[mkirkpatrick]

What happens after you die is very simple,"you keep on living"albeit without the dense
physical body.Death is an illusion cast by our ignorance and fear of the unknown,death,
really is another word for change,a caterpillar changes into a butterfly,you could i suppose
argue that the caterpillar had to "die" in order for the butterfly to live!



regards michael.

[Mikal]

Thank you Michael...your butterfly rendition is most beautiful and meaningful as butterflys hold a special place in my life. I had a butterfly miracle after the untimely death and tragedy of my 18 year old nephew. It was at that time that sorrow could not have been at a greater depth and seeing it occurred Dec. 23, it was like joy and sorrow existing together and embracing each other in the depths of life and death. Six months after that death I of course empathically talked to my nephew from my heart, "tomorrow we will bury you and say goodbye...it will crush your mom and dad..if you could send a beautiful butterfly it just may give them hope to carry on without you." I of course arrived early and told all present that Michael would send a butterfly to tell them all he was okay and not alone. I of course was hugged and told they loved how niave I was. My sister said, "it would be a hard miracle to occur..my garden is full of butterflys." Two hours into our garden gathering...no butterflys there at all in the whole time. Suddenly a beautiful black and yellow butterfly fluttered in...rested right above the heart of my other nephew. I walked over and held out my finger...it fluttered and landed...I walked the entire span of the yard and showed my sister...she held out her finger and it fluttered to rest there. It visited everyone, flew to the backyard to a group of Michael's forlorn friends. It fluttered to hearts and in and out of the girls' hair. A minister who was present said he could not understand as my sister related our early morning talk...everyone was in awe, taking pictures...asking how it could be possible. I simply told them, "oh ye of little faith...you must believe from your heart not your mind where things are so complex" We said goodbye that day but my sister got her hope to go on. Thanks so much for sharing!!!

[mkirkpatrick]

Thank you Michael...your butterfly rendition is most beautiful and meaningful as butterflys hold a special place in my life. I had a butterfly miracle after the untimely death and tragedy of my 18 year old nephew. It was at that time that sorrow could not have been at a greater depth and seeing it occurred Dec. 23, it was like joy and sorrow existing together and embracing each other in the depths of life and death. Six months after that death I of course empathically talked to my nephew from my heart, "tomorrow we will bury you and say goodbye...it will crush your mom and dad..if you could send a beautiful butterfly it just may give them hope to carry on without you." I of course arrived early and told all present that Michael would send a butterfly to tell them all he was okay and not alone. I of course was hugged and told they loved how niave I was. My sister said, "it would be a hard miracle to occur..my garden is full of butterflys." Two hours into our garden gathering...no butterflys there at all in the whole time. Suddenly a beautiful black and yellow butterfly fluttered in...rested right above the heart of my other nephew. I walked over and held out my finger...it fluttered and landed...I walked the entire span of the yard and showed my sister...she held out her finger and it fluttered to rest there. It visited everyone, flew to the backyard to a group of Michael's forlorn friends. It fluttered to hearts and in and out of the girls' hair. A minister who was present said he could not understand as my sister related our early morning talk...everyone was in awe, taking pictures...asking how it could be possible. I simply told them, "oh ye of little faith...you must believe from your heart not your mind where things are so complex" We said goodbye that day but my sister got her hope to go on. Thanks so much for sharing!!!

And thank you so much Mikal for sharing such a moving account of a "farewell" cermony
that was visited by our younger brethern the humble butterfly.

warm regards michael.

[Mikal]

A butterfly rendition for you Michael...this was our farewell words to young Mike:
"A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, for a brief moment, its glory and beauty belong to our world, but then it flies on again and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it"......peace to you and our spirit friend the butterfly

[melanie]

A butterfly rendition for you Michael...this was our farewell words to young Mike:
"A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, for a brief moment, its glory and beauty belong to our world, but then it flies on again and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it"......peace to you and our spirit friend the butterfly

SHE is love.

SHE is beauty.

[Mikal]

Melanie...thanks..looks very much like the real thing that day. Did you know its a proven fact that Butterflys are deaf...thats why they are so beautiful and shine from beauty...they cannot hear anything anyone would say that would conflict with the mystery of their butterfly life...peace

[melanie]

Melanie...thanks..looks very much like the real thing that day.
Did you know its a proven fact that Butterflys are deaf...thats why they are so beautiful and shine from beauty...they cannot hear anything anyone would say that would conflict with the mystery of their butterfly life...peace

Mikal, No i didn't know that, how wonderful,
maybe that's what inspired the writer of this beautiful poem.


No-Mind

The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;

The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.

The flower opens, the butterfly comes;

The butterfly comes, the flower opens.


I don't know others,
Others don't know me.

By not-knowing we follow nature's course.

Zen Poetry by Zen Master Ryokan

[Mikal]

Melanie...beautiful thanks...I'll share that with my sister...although she is like a little wounded bird...every butterfly and poem rushes her back to the clearest impression of that miracle butterfly day...we help her to not let that day, that miracle fade..it is hope, keeps her going on and on...peace

[dipayankar]

Hi Graham, I have a feeling that you should dabble with poetry for sometime. You have a good control over the language..

hello dip

just about nomadic but as the planetary alignment took place my ambers rose to vortex swirls akin to the Aborigines of Australia when they too sent a thingy into space and surprised NASA with there shot around the earth thingy when what looked like fireflies surrounded there craft ... up and up they rose to the sound of wrens and owls croaks of frogs, past lifted trees, mighty pine, fir and ceder boroughs at the dusk, swaying to the music of the stars and just for a moment .. I could hear an see the dancers decorated with ash as all fell aloft in a distant forlorn sound of the loon ...

so as the alignment was past, I came home alas!

Peace! ~ graham