"...we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us - vast fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the woods and coming back around us again. It was a river of life and color, moving us through the air..."
- An excerpt from Dr. Eben Alexander's "My Proof of Heaven"
It's not often that a magazine article can move me to tears, but I found what this man wrote to be so incredibly powerful. I've often said that I have felt my sister's presence whenever I have needed her most, and that feeling is often accompanied by the sight of butterflies. It happens so often, I consider these "angel sightings". How else do you explain butterflies allowing me to hold and touch them like they do? What an amazing thought - maybe butterflies ARE angels?
Because most of the time, no one really wants to listen to my random ramblings and such...
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