I was meditating on forgiveness. I know that in order for me to cleanse myself of disease it begins with forgiveness. Releasing. Letting go. How can I forgive somebody in which
I have a very, difficult time with in forgiving? I asked God to help me, I asked his angels to help me, and I asked my father to help me. Just as I finished asking, a fly started to buzz around my personal space and it was distracting me and my
train of thought. I felt myself drifting away from the meditation and focusing on the buzzing noise which was annoying me and my first thought was I must kill the fly in order to continue. Is that my first response I thought, to kill the fly, to end its life
because of its effect on me? The fly is not aware of its effect on me and I thought who's the one with the problem? The fly has no thought processes on why it does what it does, has no ulterior motive to hurt me or annoy me, has no concept of the future or
the past. The fly is just going about its business doing what it does in order to survive moment by moment, and here I sit annoyed by its sound and my first response is to kill it.
I decided to give the fly some thought. I mean really, have I ever really thought about life from the flies’ point of view? Is he not a living entity? Regardless of how small he is or how I perceive
a fly, disregarding him always as a pest unworthy of being around me. Because he's so tiny physically in comparison to me must I look at him as worthless and undeserving of love and compassion? And if that be the case, how small am I in the eyes of God and
does He not look down upon me as something of worth to him? Since I am a part of God for God is in me and everything, is He not also in the fly? And is that fly not also a part of me for we all share life together?
As I recall, I believe that was the time I began to love the fly. I realized that my annoyance with him was a problem that I had created not the innocent fly. I then wanted to
set things straight between the fly and I and I asked the fly to forgive me for disregarding him and having the thought of killing him and I began to surround the fly with my love and compassion. Just as I did so, the fly came closer to me and landed on a
shelf 6 inches from my eyes and in my amazement as I turned my face to inspect him more closely, he did not show any fear, in fact he turned his little body and his eyes were aligned with mine. Red wine with a golden outline was the color of his eyes. I thanked
him for coming closer and giving me the opportunity to meet him. My eyes began to focus on his back and the stripes and the colors that encircled his body, silver and black and iridescent and I thought to myself I never realized how a fly looked so beautiful
up close. How intricately the Angels have designed him for his job. And I inspected his wings, translucent gold and bronze, and as the light reflected on his translucent wings I could see all the colors of the rainbow in every segment of his little, tiny,
perfect wings. I thought, how blessed this little fly is to carry so many beautiful colors and how amazed I was that he can carry so many beautiful colors in such a tiny little body. And as I gazed upon him further, to my amazement he began to turn and lift
his head and show me every part of his body as if he knew I was inspecting him in awe. He then began to walk around in a very small circle sticking his little tongue out where he stood tasting things around him and looking for water just going about his business
doing what flies do and my first thought was, what a disgusting job he has and I wanted to know, what is his true purpose? Just then, I knew what his purpose was, it was to clean up everybody else's mess and use that mess to sustain his own life. A true
I realized how foolish I was and I was so thankful that the fly had shown me something so foolish about myself
and that was that I never realized before how even a fly has purpose, and that even a fly has a right for passage through space and time. And if a fly has the God-given right of passage through space and time does not every living thing have that right
as well? And if I could come to the realization that I needed to apologize to the fly and ask him for forgiveness, should I not be forgiving to others for aren't we all flies? Do we not all have purpose? Do we not all have a reason for our being here? Do we
not all ask for forgiveness at one time or another and therefore do we not all need to be forgiven at one time or another? And if it is not me who is offering forgiveness and love who shall? And if I am asking for forgiveness, should I not be offering
it freely to others?
I don't view the fly as an enemy anymore that needs to be squashed and disregarded. I view the fly as a friend
who taught me a very deep, humbling and important lesson in life. That I must forgive every being that has inadvertently or through his or her own unknowing, or through my own darkened perception has disrupted my passage through space and time for we are all
reflections of each other and we are all flies.
Thank you Fran,
me this was an amazing observation and right on point. Thank you for allowing your observation to be published on TheOrb.
Love and Blessings