Blue Dragonfly
In May of 1985 my brother Bud passed away. His then wife called me to perform the memorial service. Lou Ann and I were living is Scottsdale Arizona at the time. I went out by the pool and and sat in a chair to write out some of my thoughts. I remembered a story I used to tell children when I was a church pastor. There was the large pond and deep beneath it lived blue dragon fly larvae. The larvae noticed that every once in awhile one of the members would get an urge to climb the stalk of a lily pad and disappear through the water above. They also noticed that their former pond mates didn’t ever return. So they got together and made an agreement that the next one who got the urge would return to the group and let them know the mystery of why no larvae ever returned.
One day one of the dragonflies got the urge to climb the stalk. He climbed way up to the top and went through the water and felt tired and laid down on the lily pad. He rested awhile and then began to feel this energy surging through his body. The energy increased and then suddenly his physical shape started to transform. He formed a head and big eyes and enormous wings of a bright blue color. Soon a gentle breeze began to lift him up off the pad and he started to fly. He waved his giant wings and began to soar high above the pond. As he looked around he could see rolling green meadows and large dense forests and mountains in the distance. It was amazing. He had no idea there was a place like this as he drank it all in. Then he remembered that he had promised the others below the pond that he would come back and tell them what he had experienced. He was soon aware that in his new form that he could not return to his former watery home. He also realized that his former friends and family would not be able to comprehend what he was experiencing. So he continued to soar through the sky in his new home.
As I was sitting there in my lounge chair in sunny Arizona writing this story an actual blue dragon fly came down and landed on my toes. He did not move for a long time. He just gently moved his wings as he rested. I was amazed that as I was writing this particular story that a dragonfly would come and land on my foot and stay there. For me it was a message that what I was writing about the afterlife is somewhat like that. When we move on it can be difficult to communicate back to the ones we leave because we are totally different and we have other things to do in our new existence.
If you read my blog from yesterday you will remember that I was looking for a rental house in Sedona Arizona. The house was locked and empty except for the Irish prayer on the wall and one live blue dragon fly sitting on a window sill. I opened the door and let it free. It was another message from Universe that this was to be our home! From my heart to yours, Thomas
PS: I have more true dragon fly stories!