ButterflyTreeStory continued

Each flower, without exception, had a butterfly on it!

We gazed further in complete and utter awe.  The whole time we looked at this tree each of these butterflies remained on every flower.  I immediately thought of this place in California, where all the Monarchs migrate to, but I had never heard of anything happening here in Missouri.  Besides, the Monarchs covered the entire pine tree whereas these butterflies were all on each of the flowers.   

 

 

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Even though I did not feel like thinking, I thought, well, I had better examine these butterflies to determine the kind, for there was not one kind of butterfly, but three kinds of swallowtails on this tree.  Not only were there three kinds of swallowtails, but they were all black and yellow swallowtails.  One was a Great Swallowtail, which is usually in the south near Florida.  Another was the Black Swallowtail.  Both of these are black with some yellow on it.  The last kind of swallowtail on this tree was a Tiger Swallowtail, which, true to its name, is yellow with some black, looking kind of like a tiger-striped butterfly.  And they each also had spots of red and blue also. I knew that later someone would ask me, the “butterfly expert” what kind of butterflies we were looking at.  Now, I am glad that I did look.  That was amazing also.  Not one, but three kinds of Swallowtails. 

And they were all the same colors! 

 

Jack and I were in such awe.  The only thing I could think of to say at the time, and it was even so hard to speak, was “I know it is going to be like this in Heaven someday.”  Jack also was speechless, and he merely nodded his head.

 

Above the “butterfly tree” was a sky so dark as it was about to rain.  But it was very odd that the clouds should be so ominous and just hanging over this butterfly tree.  I have never seen before or since, clouds so black.  And they were right above this tree.

 

Well, later I was talking to a friend of mine about this experience.  And the Holy Spirit struck us both at once.  And we both knew what this tree was about.  I had just asked for these masses for the family tree through this priest who has this special gift of healing.

 

Our interpretation was that the tree was like the family tree, the flowers were each person, even those who had not yet been born, and even those who had gone on.  The butterflies were like the Holy One (In our faith, The Holy Trinity) touching and healing EVERYONE in the entire family tree.  The dark sky is like the times that we live in now, and that the time is upon us to heal the world.  In the Catholic tradition, each mass is the most powerful prayer in the world, and every mass heals us in ways untold if we so desire.  “Ask and you shall receive, knock, and the door shall be opened unto you.”