Comments on Tonya Kay's Journal: Catepillar Hollywood, CA

Change is beautiful, even if it's a changing from ...

2008-08-04T17:21:00.000-04:00

Change is beautiful, even if it's a changing from life to death there is beauty to be found.

I awoke in an almost stagnant pool of nothingness, and out of that I found beauty that can never be explained with words.

You are an inspiration, Tonya, to be all that we desire.

Lots of love to you,

Wendi
XOXOXO

Your words are always a bright spiritual presence ...

2008-07-23T04:15:00.000-04:00

Your words are always a bright spiritual presence in my world and are welcome here, Cailean!

All life is Chaos. That is why a cloud, rich in el...

2008-07-02T03:07:00.000-04:00

All life is Chaos. That is why a cloud, rich in elemental chaos seems hyperalive to us. It is open and accepting of its chaotic nature. As individuals, we can ascend to this hyperlife, this hyperreality - and as to death, the not-Chaos, the lack of it, the antithesis? That in some ways is when things stop changing. Even things rotting in the ground still change. It is the unchanging perfection that is death. For myself ... I do not plan to see that. I shall change again and again and even Death itself may just be a little break between lives. I have more to do here.

I do believe, Tonya ... that you have missed me. Would I be right? :)

So good to hear your words and philosophies here.<...

2008-07-02T02:31:00.000-04:00

So good to hear your words and philosophies here.

Maybe it's especially special to have had both the legs and then the wings.

And when I look at things that vibrate quickly and tightly like a rock, say, they are not dead but almost dead. Something like a cloud changes so quickly that it almost supersedes life. Hyperalive.

When I die I will find stillness. Let it not be before!

Chrysalis is always a life changing process, I fin...

2008-07-02T01:22:00.000-04:00

Chrysalis is always a life changing process, I find. And it doesn't stop at one. Each chrysalis is a death in life and a life in death. Certain things are lost, certain things are gained. The caterpillar loses its many legs in exchange for its wings. Is it better? That is up to the butterfly to decide. But where is the frame of reference? Can a caterpillar truly know, before they change, that a butterfly will be better? Can a butterfly know what it would be like to return to being a caterpillar? Or another life altogether?

One must have faith. One must walk forward upon the invisible bridge of consciuous spiritual evolution. To make a step forward, yes, there is always the possibility of falling into oblivion. What I feel is, that by staying in one place, we still risk oblivion by our passivity. At least, if we dive into our doom, it has been our choice.

As it always has been.

Continue to evolve, change and explore the eternal beauty of the universe, my sister-in-Chaos. Fly, crawl, swim, undulate, burrow or bounce free.