Do you know the story of the Great Emperor Moth?
Maybe it’s the upcoming thunder moon, or the birth of my child today 11 years ago
– no natural childbirth for me
– she got cut out but happy to say she was healthy and vital unlike the moth her wings unfolded beautifully.
She has been away fishing with her dad first time on the Zambezi and perhaps being home alone with a massive sore throat,
something I have not experienced for years, that had me thinking of growing pains, healing crisis spiritual awakening all
Proof that all the pain and aggravation of getting to that point was worth it.
It could have been various other things going on in my life at the moment as well.
In the end it doesn’t matter what caused it. What does matter is accusing humanity, sitting with the deep down,
shifting boundaries and the fine art of saying no to protect sacred holy beautiful things like your truest best deepest work that you
maybe has not given the time and attention by accessing your true nature by sitting with self thoughts messiness
and if not willing to engage in listening to yourself you wont get your deepest calling out in the world making space for what is
and what is coming next. and saying no to busy shit and putting things off for later.
Either way, onto the story of the Great Emperor Moth:
There was once a hunter who came across the cocoon of a great emperor moth in his travels through the forest.
Not wanting to miss the inevitable emergence of the moth, he decided to monitor the cocoon daily.
Day after day he would go back to check on the cocoon and, after waiting what seemed an eternity,
the moth finally began to emerge from a small opening it made in the cocoon.
Progress was slow, as the moth struggled greatly to emerge from the far too small hole.
After some time, its legs poked through the outer coverings, but then the moth seemed to give up on its efforts.
Hours passed, and the hunter saw no progress. Worried and thinking the moth had given up,
the hunter decided to help the moth out in its endeavor. Grabbing his hunting knife, he carefully cut the side of the cocoon,
allowing the moth to emerge effortlessly. Yet the moth, rather than beautifully fly out of the cocoon, fell to the ground:
its wings not developed and body engorged with fluid. Not being able to fly, the moth wallowed on the ground for a few days before it died.
What the gardener failed to realize is that the struggle that the moth goes through when emerging from its cocoon is
vital to the development of the moth.
By squeezing through the small opening of the cocoon, the moth forces fluid from its body into its wings,
allowing the wings to develop into large, functional adult moth wings. Having been denied the struggle the moth was denied
its chance to develop properly: a denial that unfortunately came at the expense of its life.
If you ask me, this moth is the mighty Motivational Speaker of the world.
Granted, I’m sure the moths struggle has been exaggerated considering it’s clearly allegorical, but who cares?
I’ve seen these things emerge from the chrysalis, and it’s brutal to watch. The hole is far too small for its bloated body to fit through.
Those moths work harder just to survive than most people do at their jobs.
To be honest, I’m exhausted just watching the poor thing.
While the human life cycle is really nothing like that of the Great Emperor Moth, the message is clear.
Your resilience to rise up to the lightness of you – yes there is temporary Suffering, growing pains….
Makes You Who You Are!
All those terrible things that happened to you, all those insurmountable obstacles in your way.
They made you, you.
It’s a weird mix of scary/crazy/amazing that we really have so little control over our own development
– it s a beautiful and brutal messy human experience.
While we choose what we do and how we react or respond to situations, we don’t get to choose all of those situations,
especially if they happened in our childhood. Half the pain and aggravation in some children’s lives is being
dragged through their parents’.
Regardless of that, it’s still kind of comforting to me.
The idea that all the pain and aggravation is worth it.
That yes, while the situations you’ve lived through weren’t ideal, that there’s a purpose behind them.
Depending on how spiritual you are, you could say that you needed to have those experiences.
That they occurred to teach you something important that you were lacking.
If that doesn’t float your boat at all, you could just shrug benignly and say, “life’s rough.”
I always had a hard time with that though, the benign shrugging.
in these moments where pain and depression feel like they are swallowing me up and it would be easier to just stop caring
I ask myself
What if this isn’t here to hurt me, but to help me?
Everything is a gift. Everything is medicine. Everything can wake us up out of the dreamy,
sleepy places and further our soul’s evolution.
No matter how much dark or light this moment seems to be cloaked in,
it is all made up of stardust. It is all the light of consciousness.
It’s always there and the truth is you are a lighthouse.