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" Many decades ago, as part of a school project, a child carefully

collected three caterpillars. He placed them in a large glass jar

with the proper twigs and leaves, punched holes in the lid of the

jar, and screwed on the lid. Then he watched, and waited.

 

The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves and

placed them in the jar.

 

The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves,

and grew big and round.

 

Then, one by one, each of them hung upside down from a twig, and

spun silk around themselves until they disappeared inside a cocoon.

 

And the Child waited.

 

Many, many, long slow days went by. The child grew very impatient,

but still waited.

 

Then, one day, one of the cocoons began to wriggle, and the child

realized that the butterfly inside was trying to get out!

 

The child watched the struggle avidly, saw how the butterfly

struggled, and desired to help. So the child opened the jar, drew

out the twig, and ever-so-carefully tore open the cocoon.

 

The butterfly slithered out, spread its wings, and flapped them

slowly until they dried. Then, the butterfly flapped it wings

rapidly, leaped into the air, and fell over dead.

 

It seems the very struggle to free itself from its cocoon was

necessary for the butterfly. It built strength and endurance the

butterfly had to have in order to fly.

 

Then the second cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make the

same mistake, the child wiped away its tears and simply watched as

the butterfly struggled and fought its way clear of the cocoon,

mounted its twig, and slowly waved its drying wings. When the wings

looked dry, the child opened the jar, carefully reached within, and

lifted out the twig on which the butterfly perched. And saw in

horror what could not be seen through the distorting glass of the

jar.

 

The space in the jar, between the twigs, was so confined that the

butterfly had not been able to spread both of its wings to their

full length, and the left wing had dried crooked. The second

butterfly was strong, but crippled, and would never fly.

 

Then the third cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make any

mistake this time, the child wiped away its tears, and set the

crippled butterfly aside. Then the child reached into the jar,

removed the twig holding the third cocoon, and propped up near an

open window.

 

The the child simply watched as the butterfly struggled and fought

its way clear of the cocoon, mounted its twig, and slowly waved its

drying wings. When the wings were dry the butterfly flapped them

rapidly, leaped into the air, and flew out the window. "

 

Namaste

A.

[Guest guest]

absolutely perfect.. ..thank you dear Angel....much love to all--Andrea

 

" con infinito amore e luce " - with endless love & light :x

Andrea

 

 

 

 

 

 

sarceto <sarceto

 

Wednesday, October 18, 2006 1:57:40 AM

Free-dom

 

" Many decades ago, as part of a school project, a child carefully

collected three caterpillars. He placed them in a large glass jar

with the proper twigs and leaves, punched holes in the lid of the

jar, and screwed on the lid. Then he watched, and waited.

 

The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves and

placed them in the jar.

 

The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves,

and grew big and round.

 

Then, one by one, each of them hung upside down from a twig, and

spun silk around themselves until they disappeared inside a cocoon.

 

And the Child waited.

 

Many, many, long slow days went by. The child grew very impatient,

but still waited.

 

Then, one day, one of the cocoons began to wriggle, and the child

realized that the butterfly inside was trying to get out!

 

The child watched the struggle avidly, saw how the butterfly

struggled, and desired to help. So the child opened the jar, drew

out the twig, and ever-so-carefully tore open the cocoon.

 

The butterfly slithered out, spread its wings, and flapped them

slowly until they dried. Then, the butterfly flapped it wings

rapidly, leaped into the air, and fell over dead.

 

It seems the very struggle to free itself from its cocoon was

necessary for the butterfly. It built strength and endurance the

butterfly had to have in order to fly.

 

Then the second cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make the

same mistake, the child wiped away its tears and simply watched as

the butterfly struggled and fought its way clear of the cocoon,

mounted its twig, and slowly waved its drying wings. When the wings

looked dry, the child opened the jar, carefully reached within, and

lifted out the twig on which the butterfly perched. And saw in

horror what could not be seen through the distorting glass of the

jar.

 

The space in the jar, between the twigs, was so confined that the

butterfly had not been able to spread both of its wings to their

full length, and the left wing had dried crooked. The second

butterfly was strong, but crippled, and would never fly.

 

Then the third cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make any

mistake this time, the child wiped away its tears, and set the

crippled butterfly aside. Then the child reached into the jar,

removed the twig holding the third cocoon, and propped up near an

open window.

 

The the child simply watched as the butterfly struggled and fought

its way clear of the cocoon, mounted its twig, and slowly waved its

drying wings. When the wings were dry the butterfly flapped them

rapidly, leaped into the air, and flew out the window. "

 

Namaste

A.

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

, " sarceto "

Thank you for the wonderful story. I had tears with the little girl.

Lately my emotions are going wild. Every emotion I have seems to be

so much more intense, but anger really scares me these days.

 

I look forward to reading more such teaching stories.

 

Stephen O (SilverCloud)

 

 

 

<sarceto wrote:

>

> " Many decades ago, as part of a school project, a child carefully

> collected three caterpillars. He placed them in a large glass jar

> with the proper twigs and leaves, punched holes in the lid of the

> jar, and screwed on the lid. Then he watched, and waited.

>

> The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves and

> placed them in the jar.

>

> The caterpillars ate and ate, and the child gathered more leaves,

> and grew big and round.

>

> Then, one by one, each of them hung upside down from a twig, and

> spun silk around themselves until they disappeared inside a cocoon.

>

> And the Child waited.

>

> Many, many, long slow days went by. The child grew very impatient,

> but still waited.

>

> Then, one day, one of the cocoons began to wriggle, and the child

> realized that the butterfly inside was trying to get out!

>

> The child watched the struggle avidly, saw how the butterfly

> struggled, and desired to help. So the child opened the jar, drew

> out the twig, and ever-so-carefully tore open the cocoon.

>

> The butterfly slithered out, spread its wings, and flapped them

> slowly until they dried. Then, the butterfly flapped it wings

> rapidly, leaped into the air, and fell over dead.

>

> It seems the very struggle to free itself from its cocoon was

> necessary for the butterfly. It built strength and endurance the

> butterfly had to have in order to fly.

>

> Then the second cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make the

> same mistake, the child wiped away its tears and simply watched as

> the butterfly struggled and fought its way clear of the cocoon,

> mounted its twig, and slowly waved its drying wings. When the wings

> looked dry, the child opened the jar, carefully reached within, and

> lifted out the twig on which the butterfly perched. And saw in

> horror what could not be seen through the distorting glass of the

> jar.

>

> The space in the jar, between the twigs, was so confined that the

> butterfly had not been able to spread both of its wings to their

> full length, and the left wing had dried crooked. The second

> butterfly was strong, but crippled, and would never fly.

>

> Then the third cocoon began to quiver. Determined not to make any

> mistake this time, the child wiped away its tears, and set the

> crippled butterfly aside. Then the child reached into the jar,

> removed the twig holding the third cocoon, and propped up near an

> open window.

>

> The the child simply watched as the butterfly struggled and fought

> its way clear of the cocoon, mounted its twig, and slowly waved its

> drying wings. When the wings were dry the butterfly flapped them

> rapidly, leaped into the air, and flew out the window. "

>

> Namaste

> A.

>