A Butterfly Message From My Father

My father passed away just over 12 years ago. Since then he has made frequent contact with from the other side. A few years ago, he used to be a frequent visitor at my monthly psychic circle, until it was discontinued when I relocated to another country.

The circle used to gather on the first Saturday of each month. At one particular sitting, we all heard my dad’s voice. His tone was crystal clear, but we were unable to decipher what he was saying. The other sitters had all met my dad before his passing and we were all very sure it was him.

I had never really felt the need to consult a medium after his passing, because of the messages we so often received in our own little circle. Plus, he was almost 80 when he passed, and considering his addictive lifestyle over the years, together with his struggle with pancreatic cancer, I don’t feel he wished to linger on this earthly plane any longer. I was also fortunate to get closure during his illness.

To know God, watch a butterfly return to the same tree – after a year and a thousand miles ~ Jonathan Lockwood Huie

I recently found a letter he’d given me in a sealed envelope several months before his death. On the envelope he’d written: To Be Opened After My Death.  Neither of my parents made a habit of expressing their emotions, so in keeping with that tradition the letter was brief and to the point, “I love you and I will always watch over you.”

As I was reading it this morning, I intuitively kept getting the word “butterfly, butterfly.” A couple of hours later, still unable to shake the word butterfly in the back of my mind, I suddenly remembered an incident from the past. At the time I had basically pushed the event to the back of my mind, dismissing it simply as a sweet, yet unusual occurrence.

Approximately two weeks after my dad’s passing, a beautiful butterfly had landed on my shoulder, as I was pegging out washing in our backyard. I did not pay it much attention and continued my day as usual, moving in and out of the house, making phone calls, and finishing my chores. The butterfly remained on my shoulder.

After a couple of hours, I was getting concerned for the well-being of the exquisite creature, not to mention it being in danger of being harassed by our inquisitive cats. So, I very gently removed it from my shoulder and put it in a safer area on a tree branch in the front garden. And that was that.

So much missing the signs!

It’s taken me over 12 years to realize that that beautiful, insistent creature was a sign from Spirit. I now realize without a shadow of a doubt that it was my father. No wonder Spirit becomes frustrated with us at times, when we don’t read the obvious signs and symbols they send us.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever ~ Carl Sagan

Once I had this realization. I felt drawn to look though some of my husband’s books on wildlife, and there it was: the butterfly. I found a name and a description. It was a Monarch butterfly. Not having been brought up in the countryside, although I have always loved seeing butterflies, I had never felt the need to identify them by name. Now I had a name for the beautiful butterfly which landed on my shoulder all those years ago.

A Monarch butterfly traditionally signifies a beautiful sign from a guardian angel or a loved one, to let you know they are forever close by. I hope he was telling me also that he approved of my work and was acknowledging that I was on the right path.

My father was a spiritualist for the latter part of his life, so what a lovely way to tell me of his transformation, even though it’s taken me all these years to get it! I have no doubt in my mind it was dad’s message to let me know he’d transitioned and got his wings.