Butterfly Nebula

I was talking to an Angel the other day and he said something very interesting to me. I was deep within a very calming meditative state when I felt a ripple of energy coursing through my body. The Angel said, "We no longer consider you a human being on this planet."

My mind silently poised itself upon this thought, however I had no idea why the Angel said this to me. I replied back, "Why do you actually believe that?"

The Angel was perfectly assertive when he said, "Because your energetic vibration is no longer consistent with any other human being on this planet. You have achieved something that no other human being has been able to. Therefore you are not considered one of them."

This conversation sparked an interest in my mind. We are each of us Souls within a Universe created from the same Source. True differentiation can only be observed through the multitude of lifetimes externally conditioning the Soul to act/think/do things in a certain way. The more polarized our conditioning, the more polarized our behavior. I act the way I do because the Universe has conditioned my Soul into behaving a particular way.

Most the Souls on this planet have originated from surrounding Constellations and Galaxies. Very few managed to Ascend through their entire spectrum of lives here in one place. So if I am unlike our inter-galactic melting pot of Souls currently serving the purpose of Earth; where do I come from?

I don't mind not being human.


A Nebula is formed when a Star dies and begins to emit gasses and materials around it in a stunning display of space rebirth. Those materials go on to create new Stars in a Phoenix of natural Dimensional progression. Like butterflies flapping their wings in short bursts of incredible life, all the Souls of our Universe live a day mostly unnoticed until a greater form of consciousness witnesses our beautiful existence.

I have been here for nearly 5000 years and I still don't consider Earth home. I want my Soul in this Universe to exist free of strings, to blow where the wind blows, to land where destiny has created a pathway.

Life glimpses on and off faster than we can be reassured of who we are. It is only a matter of time before we recognize the need to move on. Floating about from place to place until we have gained our fill. Then there will come a time when we will leave Creation where we will rise up from the ashes once more. What keeps drawing us back into Life? Can true beauty only be found where beauty is actually measured? Trillions of butterflies fluttering in the night sky; the light of day acts to veil our perception.
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