BUTTERFLY MIRRORS AKA PEACE BUTTERFLIES

“If nothing ever modified, there could be no things like butterflies.” – Wendy Mass

Today felt like a gift wrapped in butterfly wings. Yes, every day holds its own sacredness, but this one shimmered with a special magic. It was the first day of my birthday month—a time I cherish deeply, not just for celebration, but for reflection. If you know me, you know I don’t just celebrate a birthday—I honor a birth-month, with joy tucked into each sunrise and every soul connection. As morning light filtered into the charming house where I'm staying, I stepped out for a peaceful walk, drinking in the fresh, cool air. There’s something so grounding about early morning stillness, especially in a place that cradles life in such unique ways. Inside the house is a tank filled with promise—caterpillars in transformation, chrysalises holding the breath of becoming. Monarch butterflies, in their final stage before flight. I peeked into the tank before heading out and noticed several of the cocoons had turned a deep black. A quick search told me this often signals that emergence is near. My heart leapt—how thrilling to think of witnessing a butterfly’s first breath in this world! Later, as I moved through the day, I happened to pass by the tank and there it was—the first Monarch, newly emerged. I had missed the very moment of eclosion, the birthing from chrysalis to winged being, but oh, what a joy to witness her presence! I had been told I could name the first butterfly Tina, after my dear friend in spirit who adored butterflies and lovingly taught me about them. And so she became Tina, free once more, this time on wings of orange and black. By the end of the morning, five Monarchs had emerged. Their wings, still damp, curled slightly as they rested and strengthened. Hours passed, and when I returned from errands, they were ready. And so began the releasing.

Tina went first—she needed no prompting. I placed her gently on a flower, and within moments she was off, soaring high and free. It felt just like Tina—graceful, fleeting, eternal.

Linda came next, named in honor of Linda Dierks. She lingered sweetly, clinging to the flower’s gentle sway. I moved her to the milk thistle patch, where nourishment awaited.

Then came Sharron—bold and spirited like her namesake, Sharron Stroud. She refused to settle, taking off with power and elegance, climbing into the sky. I could hear her voice echo: “Where are we going? Higher yet!”

Mr. T, my dart-throwing buddy and beloved New Yorker, didn't hesitate. He zipped away as if he had places to go and people to inspire.

Last was Jerry Garcia, soul of music and mellow grooves. He sat contentedly on a sunny yellow bloom, perhaps whispering a melody to the breeze.

This group of butterflies now represent a birthing of peace in the world, spreading love and joy to all who encounter them. I have named them the Peace Butterflies. Each one was unique, just like those I named them after. The parallels were undeniable. Their behavior matched the very essence of their namesakes. It made me pause. Could it be that our outer experiences truly mirror our inner world? Neville Goddard once said, “The world is you pushed out.” Was I seeing these butterflies through the lens of love and memory, or were they reflecting my own consciousness—my heart made visible in wings?

Dear Angels, can we truly shape the world around us through the energy of our thoughts, memories, and connections? Were these butterflies reflecting my loved ones—or my soul’s own whisper?

Dear Ones, yes, beloved, you are both witness and creator. Life is not separate from you—it dances with you. When you gaze upon the world with the eyes of remembrance, reverence, and love, what reflects back is truth wrapped in symbols. The butterflies were not mere insects—they were messengers, mirrors of your heart, soul echoes on wings. When you named them, you called forth energy. You summoned memory into form. You participated in a sacred remembering. Every detail of your world is shaped by the consciousness you bring to it. What you honor within will always reveal itself without. The dance of creation is not passive—it is co-authored by your love, your intention, your soul’s signature. Keep naming the beauty, Dear One. Keep seeing spirit in all things. For in doing so, you awaken it—not only in the world, but in yourself.

Angels Whisper:  You are not separate from the miracle—you are the breath that gives it wings.

Today, I promise to enjoy every magical moment of life.

Teri Angel is a Happiness Coach, energy healer, best-selling author, spiritual teacher and mentor, and a motivational speaker. Teri is an International Peace Ambassador and the founder of a nonprofit organization, Angelspeakers Inc., which offers educational workshops and events centered around environmental awareness to include animals and nature, peace advocacy opportunities and ancient wisdom teachings. Teri’s movement “Peas For Peace” involves strengthening our awareness of the oneness of all, unifying mankind through compassion, peace, love and joy. She was named "She Who Blesses the Sacred Land" during the Peace On Earth Tour and embraces that title with loving grace.  www.angelspeakers.com

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