
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/14/reenas-exploration-challenge-113/
Seven is my number of power. I’m not sure why. Some mystical significance in an ancient spell long forgotten. Some random number chosen by my mentor, long since departed this earthly plane. Who knows why we adopt certain attributes and habits. But butterflies, I have no trouble understanding their significance and power….and I now have seven butterflies fluttering in a cage. Where is that spell book.
- two tablespoons of honey
- one tablespoon of brown sugar
- 7 oz. of brandy
- seven large lettuce leafs cut into bite size pieces
- mix ingredients thoroughly
- seven butterflies
I opened the cage carefully and reached inside waiting patiently for a butterfly to flutter to my finger. My patience rewarded I quickly withdrew my finger towards the cage door and swallowed that delicate creature. I felt a slight tickle as the butterfly eased down my throat. Reaching for the spell mixture I poured the required one seventh into a glass and savored the sweet taste embalming the butterfly. Waiting for a reaction and feeling none I continued this process six more times. Now for the words. Not written down but ingrained in my memory for all time.
adesdum praestrigiae
No sooner were these words spoken when silken thread began spiraling from my body wrapping it in a tight embrace. The cocooning process had begun. From a dream like haze I was aware of my body dissolving as enzymes were released and new cells started reproducing. I blacked out somewhere in this process and came to some time later bounding with energy. The metamorphosis was complete. Running to the mirror I stared back at the young vibrant figure and extended my arms to the heavens in triumph. It had worked beautifully once again. Nine hundred years of regeneration on such a simple formula. I thanked the seven butterflies for their sacrifice and took a shower to erase the sticky reminders of immortality. A new adventure starts tomorrow. I can’t wait to get started.
Wow! This is a real stretch of imagination. I kept wondering what genre it is when you mentioned swallowing butterflies.
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I had no idea what I was going to write. I was concentrating on the number 7, as there were 7 butterflies, and the rest just came out.
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That is the process of writing- of being a medium to a higher force within you.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Metamorphosis ….. by Len
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Thanks Reena. You are very kind.
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lol vivid imagination, kids would love this … the wealthy would pay a fortune for your formula so please be careful 🙂
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Alas. The world would be depleted of butterflies, which is not a good thing.
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yes, be careful what you wish 🙂
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Wonderful is not a good enough word Len! That really caught my attention. Your writing is also going through metamorphosis!!
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Thank you for your kind inspirational words Marie. Gotta keep trying to do the best we can.
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Agreed!!
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Wonderful! What a transformation. Sounds like a formula for eternal youth.
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The older I get the more I dream Suzanne.
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That’s good. The world needs dreamers 😀
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That is a magnificently twisted tale! So, what kind of butterflies were they…?
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The easy to catch kind. My body was failing and I just wanted to get on with it.
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Brilliant piece, Len!
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Thank you Eugenia. You are very kind.
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Most welcome.
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Wow…..i so love your imagination here…i wonder how the taste would as those butterfly conconctions run through smoothly on your throat…lol..
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Very smooth. That’s why I added the brandy.
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Thanks for commenting and following Mich. I was thinking of actually trying out this cocktail to see how it would taste. Without the butterflies of course, I leave that up to sorcerers.
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This is fantastic. Simply fantastic. 🦋
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You are too kind. You’re stories have a lot of magic and cast a spell on me.
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Aw thanks. 😉👍 I may print this out and stick it up on an inspiration board.
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I thought you were going to feed the butterflies—what a surprise to find they fed you!
You’re right—it would not be good to have a world without butterflies. Do you know they can be trained? One of my most popular posts was “How Do You Train a Butterfly? The same way you train an Orthopedic Surgeon!”
And coincidentally, I used the image you have below.
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I would pay good money to go see a show of trained butterflies. Formation flying would be a sight to see.
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While I don’t have a video of the butterflies in flight, I do have the trainer’s description—plus a link to his explaining in detail how he did it.
https://annieasksyou.com/2019/01/20/how-do-you-train-a-butterfly-the-same-way-you-train-an-orthopedic-surgeon/
The effort is called “The Butterfly Project,” if you’d like more information.
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This is a great story Len
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Wow, Len. What a mesmerizing story. I loved it. 🙂
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Thanks Diana. You are very kind.
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Excellent writing and imagination but I’m worried about the poor butterflies.:)
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Don’t worry Indira. They gave their lives for a good cause.
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What a relief! Thanks.
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Boy, your writing NEVER gets tiring to read! Great story line and it really illustrates the power of writing regularly. Are some of your children also writers or grandchildren or your wife? I bet you can tell those children and grandchildren some great stories!!! Thank you kindly.
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Thanks for your kind comments Anne. I am the only family member attempting to write. My daughter is a teacher and my son is a construction worker. My wife worked as a secretary in an office. I have six grandchildren who are extremely talented in various ways but have no inclination to write. preferring Instagram.
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That seems to be the trend today. I worked with special needs children and young people for many years, started and ran a nonprofit with no money when I was unemployed and bored to help physically challenged artists, and then I had a bunch of techy jobs and my own businesses over the very many years. Now that I have time to write, I am not always feeling so well and I have to be a caregiver on one level for my dear Richard. My daughter is quite a writer, but my husband isn’t, and now that I am retired and would have some time to do it, I do well to do my blog when I feel better. I know I will enjoy yours though. I am so behind on reading. Avoid becoming old if you can!!! (chuckles!)
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You’re a wizard! Hush dont mention it to anyone….
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My secret is finally out. Thanks for visiting.
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That is very kind.
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Hi Len, I loved this. I absolutely believed you with every single word. Interesting that my special number is Seven. For some reason I feel butterflies have quite a bitter taste…
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Thanks for visiting and commenting. Seven is a magical number for many. I agree on the taste, probably bitter and dry, hence the honey and brown sugar in the recipe.
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