She said the door to his soul had a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign written on it and as you peep through the window it appeared that no one was home but the thumping of a heartbeat was proof that there was indeed life.
During the last 3 years of their marriage she became increasingly frustrated with his detachment to the point where she eventually left.
He understood. She couldn’t find him. And neither could he…
In the divorce settlement she took the car, the house, the dog, the cat, the fly that didn’t die and a little gnat!
To the masses, he was considered as someone who was left with nothing, but to him, he was left with everything…. The World!!!
He packed up and moved from southern California to Seattle because the fact that it was law that a portion of capital improvement project funds is to be spent on artworks attracted him.
“Here’s a place where creativity is appreciated and the music of NIRVANA, PEARL JAM and Jimi to me is never dated.”
Moving there with hardly any money, no relatives and no place to stay was first step in the direction of the course of his metamorphosis.
Because traveling forward is the source of his self search and the earth was birthed for exploring it.
He found himself in Seattle sipping on an expresso macchiato in café in Belltown spellbound of this swell town as he settled himself down.
He got a job in a coffee house as a dishwasher to keep his head above water.
It was there that he met a waitress distraught over the recent crib death of her baby daughter.
After work they would they would go down to the SEE SOUND LOUNGE and enjoy food and music. Her soul was crying for help and he was attracted to it.
He had mercy for her even though her actions were expressions of frustrations and pain.
An outward lashing that pushed most people away when she was just a victim of mental strain.
He told her like many, he was trapped inside of himself. But he didn’t want his energy released until he had divine knowledge of it’s true purpose.
And during his searches his marriage ended, he still loved his ex wife but he left and respected her wish.
“She took all your stuff and you forgiving of this? What a witch!”
“What a nice euphemism for bitch!
I have no way to construe my decision of this except that love is of my being, my true religion a gift.”
She stripped him of light, he stripped her of DARKNESS and this rapidly developed into a relationship.
One day she was showing him around the state and he observed something written in spray paint that read “KURT COBAIN IS GOD.”
He began to think to himself, “This man bled his soul into his art, moved many who listened to him and now he is immortalized forever. That’s what I want to do. That’s what brought me here!”
He hadn’t picked up a guitar since his teenage years, but now he felt like it was time to put an end to this moratorium so the next day he went to the Guitar Emporium
and bought a Morgan, amp and plectrum, rushed home and began to play….
It was like the soul of every guitar player from Ace Frehley to B.B. to ZZ blessed and possessed him!
Filled with the spirits of Johnny Cash to SLASH, FRAMPTON to CLAPTON, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Carlos Santana, PRINCE, Lenny and Jimi and could even get smooth like George Benson, Norman Brown and Brian Hughes!
He took his music to the streets and people would throw money to his feet but he wouldn’t take it and would say, “If you ask me, art should be for free. Wouldn’t it be unjust to be charged to see a sunset at dusk?”
Then he’d gather up the money and give it to the homeless.
“My expressions are gifts to the universe. I love what I play because I play out of love.”
His girlfriend started to become jealous of his art saying that he loved it more than her. “I SHOULD PUT THAT DAMN GUITAR IN A CREMATORY!”
She started giving him a hard time at work screaming at him about paying too much attention to everything except her while she was supposed to be waiting tables and distracting him from doing his dishes.
They were both reprimanded and given one last warning about their conduct. The next step was termination.
Now she was even more upset! He, on the other hand, was excited because he thought to himself this would give him more time to play. But nevertheless she calmed down and things almost went back to normal.
A week later, he received a call from a number he didn’t recognize. “Hello?” It was the brother of his ex wife telling him she died. Victimized by breast cancer until it took her life. Right on the spot he broke down and cried.
Then he stopped……
All of a sudden he fell deep into a state of peace.
He picked up his guitar and played a beautiful melody that even put his girlfriend’s soul at ease!
“That was amazing! Did you make that up?”
“Yes.”
“Did I hear you crying a minute ago? What’s wrong?”
“I got a call from my ex wife’s brother. She died. And I just composed this song for her. I’m going back to California to play it at her funeral.”
HIS GIRLFRIEND WAS OUTRAGED!!! But she didn’t explode this time. Instead she held it in like a plugged up cannon trying to be fired.
She became eerily quiet as he packed his bags to get ready to go.
“Ok Love. My ticket is waiting for me at the airport. I’ll be back in four days. I’ll call you when I get there and call you everyday until I come back. I love you.”
He went for a kiss on the lips, but she turned her head so that it landed on her cheek. Just that quick, he left and for about an hour after he was gone she stared at the floor with a blank expression on her face…..
The Funeral…
His ex wife’s favorite color was pink. She had pink roses along the edges of the pews, a pink flower arrangement on the left and right side of her pink casket as her body laid inside of it wearing a pink dress.
Moans and cries echoed through the church. Her family received him with open arms. “Once in, never out. You will always be considered as family to us.”
The time in the program came to where people spoke about her. He got up with his guitar and said…
“At first, the news of her passing sent pain through my soul until I realized that in the living physical realm our souls are like butterflies giving life to cocoons and when we pass, they are free to travel the universe. This is for her. This is called…
“A Song For A Butterfly.”
He began to play and it was like the whole world had paused for that one moment just to hear his song. After he finished he sat down and he received a standing ovation!
After the funeral, phone numbers were exchanged, hugs and most of all love and the next day, he headed back to Seattle.
When he got back his girlfriend had made him dinner. It was warm and waiting for him soon as he arrived.
“It’s nice to see you.” She said in an almost robotic fashion.
“It’s nice to see you too. Smells good. You must’ve read my mind. I’m really hungry.”
He quickly wolfed down the food she had made and washed it down with the tall glass of juice she poured for him.
“Well, let me unpack.”
“No. Do it later. Why don’t you rest. You’ve been traveling I know you’re tired.”
“You’re right.”
He laid down, fell asleep for awhile, opened his eyes and saw a pillow coming down on his face! As she was suffocating him, which was an easy task for her due to the fact that she was much larger than he was in physical stature, she screamed out,
“YOU LOVE THAT BITCH SO MUCH THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING JOIN HER THEN!!!”
He didn’t put up much of a fight. Five minutes later, he was dead…..
“OH MY GOD! WHAT DID I JUST DO???”
All of a sudden, she began to hear “A Song For A Butterfly.” She covered her ears, but she could still hear it playing. Over and over nonstop haunting her like a nightmare experienced by someone wide awake. Each note ripping at her soul like it was being attacked by a pack of wolves. She fell to her knees screaming with her hands over her ears!
“I can’t….What have I done? I can’t…..”
With the song still playing in her head, she washed about 8 Ambien sleeping pills down with some Absolut Vodka, grabbed the NIRVANA Nevermind cd, grabbed her car keys and headed for the garage. She got in her car, started it up and popped in the cd. She skipped to track number three and put her cd player on repeat track mode.
“Come as you are as you were as I wanted you to be.” She sung.
“What have I done? Oh God, what have I done? Please forgive me…….” She became extremely drowsy, struggling to keep “A Song For A Butterfly”from tormenting her she sung, “Memoria, memoria, memoria…….”
Those were her last words before she died in her car….
The second ring of the seventh circle of hell opened up and swallowed her soul as she became branches of the trees of the horrid forest…
“At least I don’t have to hear that song anymore….”
All of a sudden it started again!
“I don’t understand! His soul was sent to hell as well? Is he like the Norse hero Gunther, who played the lute with his toes as he laid dying in the snake pit in the legend of Siegfried after he was betrayed by Atilla The Hun?”
That was the furthest thing from the truth. Instead, he was walking along seven thousand feet high foot hills overlooking trees with beautiful fall colors, a river with deep blue water and a majestic sunset overhead playing his song and wondering where he was. At a distance, he saw the back of a woman’s head. His ex wife. She turned around and said,
“I’ve finally found you.”
“So have I……”
A Song For A Butterfly
LITTLE ANGEL
Love was all he lived and known and was surrounded by positive energy
exalted and taken in to feed
the souls of the inner beings
who loved not by choice, but by instinct.
Followers of the HOLY law living in TOTAL bliss.
For this is HEAVEN. GOD’S supreme gift.
This particular angel was filled with so much joy he began to give the LORD praise!
He thanked HIM for providing him with such a beautiful place!
But the LORD spake unto him and said, “AS BAD AS I KNOW YOU’D LIKE TO STAY,
THE TIME IS APPROACHING QUICKLY FOR ME TO SEND YOU AWAY.
I HAVE A PLACE I CREATED WHICH IS NOW IN A Burdened STATE
AND I NEED YOU TO change this troubled place FOR THE BETTER BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!
WHEN YOU GO THERE, YOU WON’T HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF WHERE YOU ARE NOW. YOUR TIME TO DEPART IS NEAR,
IF YOU FOLLOW MY LAWS AND LOVE WHILE YOU ARE THERE, AFTER AWHILE, YOU WOULD COME BACK HERE.”
The angel was confused and before he could respond, the LORD already began to depart.
He said to himself, “But I don’t want to leave. I’m happy with the way things are.”
All of a sudden, he felt a tingling sensation in between his legs that left his heart in pain.
He vanished from where he stood, everything went BLACK and he was thrusted forward, but something was extremely strange.
You see he knew what to do, he knew where to go as if he had done this all before.
He swam to his destination which was the egg and penetrated it to its’ core.
He was in total darkness and could not see, but he could still think and he could still hear.
His recollection of HEAVEN was extremely vivid. Images of his thoughts were visible and clear.
He said, “LORD why did you banish me from your KINGDOM and sent me here to be a prisoner of the dark?
I’m going insane from the constant sound of breathing and the beating of a heart !!! And some sort of substance is sickening me to the point where it hurts! THE LEVEL OF PAIN IS BEGINNING TO RISE!!! LORD you said I was supposed to forget, but I still remember! Have mercy! Please let me come back to PARADISE!!!”
The angel became critically ill and eventually died before he was thrusted forward and caused a splash.
The LORD heard his prayer and knew he remembered HEAVEN and decided to bring the angel back…
The angel opened his eyes and saw THE CREATER and shouted out, “THANK YOU LORD!!!
Me being sent to such a dark and terrible place makes me appreciate HEAVEN way more than before!” The LORD said, “I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.” It was the image of a woman in the fetal position crying and holding her stomach.
The LORD said, “THAT’S YOUR MOTHER.” The angel became saddened, looked at the LORD and asked HIM for what he wanted.
“I must comfort her LORD my heart is aching as I watch my Mother weep.”
The LORD said, “MY CHILD, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION, BUT YOU CAN ONLY DO IT WHILE SHE IS ASLEEP.”
His Mother drifted off as she prayed and cried as she was half asleep, she crawled in the bed.
The angel appeared before his Mother, she began to shiver and pulled the blanket over her head.
The angel said, “Mother, I am your son. Don’t be sad I’m alive and well.”
She mumbled, “Yes I know you’re in HEAVEN, but I live inside a HELL I created myself.
I have an addiction that killed the only pure thing I would’ve ever had in my life.
I was trapped inside my own selfishness and my baby was the one who paid the price.
Please forgive me my child. I promise I’m going to try to change with all my might.”
He said, “I forgive you and GOD forgives you. We’ll meet one day. Everything is going to be alright.
I love you Mother and remember I’ll ALWAYS be here to help with what you’d like to do.”
She said, “My son you are my Little Angel with all my heart, I love you too…”
She woke up the next day feeling brand new and said, “FROM THIS POINT ON, I’M GETTING MY LIFE TOGETHER!!!”
The LORD smiled at the angel and said, “WELL DONE, YOU’VE CHANGED A TROUBLED PLACE FOR THE BETTER…”
Little Angel
During the last 3 years of their marriage she became increasingly frustrated with his detachment to the point where she eventually left.
He understood. She couldn’t find him. And neither could he…
In the divorce settlement she took the car, the house, the dog, the cat, the fly that didn’t die and a little gnat!
To the masses, he was considered as someone who was left with nothing, but to him, he was left with everything…. The World!!!
He packed up and moved from southern California to Seattle because the fact that it was law that a portion of capital improvement project funds is to be spent on artworks attracted him.
“Here’s a place where creativity is appreciated and the music of NIRVANA, PEARL JAM and Jimi to me is never dated.”
Moving there with hardly any money, no relatives and no place to stay was first step in the direction of the course of his metamorphosis.
Because traveling forward is the source of his self search and the earth was birthed for exploring it.
He found himself in Seattle sipping on an expresso macchiato in café in Belltown spellbound of this swell town as he settled himself down.
He got a job in a coffee house as a dishwasher to keep his head above water.
It was there that he met a waitress distraught over the recent crib death of her baby daughter.
After work they would they would go down to the SEE SOUND LOUNGE and enjoy food and music. Her soul was crying for help and he was attracted to it.
He had mercy for her even though her actions were expressions of frustrations and pain.
An outward lashing that pushed most people away when she was just a victim of mental strain.
He told her like many, he was trapped inside of himself. But he didn’t want his energy released until he had divine knowledge of it’s true purpose.
And during his searches his marriage ended, he still loved his ex wife but he left and respected her wish.
“She took all your stuff and you forgiving of this? What a witch!”
“What a nice euphemism for bitch!
I have no way to construe my decision of this except that love is of my being, my true religion a gift.”
She stripped him of light, he stripped her of DARKNESS and this rapidly developed into a relationship.
One day she was showing him around the state and he observed something written in spray paint that read “KURT COBAIN IS GOD.”
He began to think to himself, “This man bled his soul into his art, moved many who listened to him and now he is immortalized forever. That’s what I want to do. That’s what brought me here!”
He hadn’t picked up a guitar since his teenage years, but now he felt like it was time to put an end to this moratorium so the next day he went to the Guitar Emporium
and bought a Morgan, amp and plectrum, rushed home and began to play….
It was like the soul of every guitar player from Ace Frehley to B.B. to ZZ blessed and possessed him!
Filled with the spirits of Johnny Cash to SLASH, FRAMPTON to CLAPTON, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Carlos Santana, PRINCE, Lenny and Jimi and could even get smooth like George Benson, Norman Brown and Brian Hughes!
He took his music to the streets and people would throw money to his feet but he wouldn’t take it and would say, “If you ask me, art should be for free. Wouldn’t it be unjust to be charged to see a sunset at dusk?”
Then he’d gather up the money and give it to the homeless.
“My expressions are gifts to the universe. I love what I play because I play out of love.”
His girlfriend started to become jealous of his art saying that he loved it more than her. “I SHOULD PUT THAT DAMN GUITAR IN A CREMATORY!”
She started giving him a hard time at work screaming at him about paying too much attention to everything except her while she was supposed to be waiting tables and distracting him from doing his dishes.
They were both reprimanded and given one last warning about their conduct. The next step was termination.
Now she was even more upset! He, on the other hand, was excited because he thought to himself this would give him more time to play. But nevertheless she calmed down and things almost went back to normal.
A week later, he received a call from a number he didn’t recognize. “Hello?” It was the brother of his ex wife telling him she died. Victimized by breast cancer until it took her life. Right on the spot he broke down and cried.
Then he stopped……
All of a sudden he fell deep into a state of peace.
He picked up his guitar and played a beautiful melody that even put his girlfriend’s soul at ease!
“That was amazing! Did you make that up?”
“Yes.”
“Did I hear you crying a minute ago? What’s wrong?”
“I got a call from my ex wife’s brother. She died. And I just composed this song for her. I’m going back to California to play it at her funeral.”
HIS GIRLFRIEND WAS OUTRAGED!!! But she didn’t explode this time. Instead she held it in like a plugged up cannon trying to be fired.
She became eerily quiet as he packed his bags to get ready to go.
“Ok Love. My ticket is waiting for me at the airport. I’ll be back in four days. I’ll call you when I get there and call you everyday until I come back. I love you.”
He went for a kiss on the lips, but she turned her head so that it landed on her cheek. Just that quick, he left and for about an hour after he was gone she stared at the floor with a blank expression on her face…..
The Funeral…
His ex wife’s favorite color was pink. She had pink roses along the edges of the pews, a pink flower arrangement on the left and right side of her pink casket as her body laid inside of it wearing a pink dress.
Moans and cries echoed through the church. Her family received him with open arms. “Once in, never out. You will always be considered as family to us.”
The time in the program came to where people spoke about her. He got up with his guitar and said…
“At first, the news of her passing sent pain through my soul until I realized that in the living physical realm our souls are like butterflies giving life to cocoons and when we pass, they are free to travel the universe. This is for her. This is called…
“A Song For A Butterfly.”
He began to play and it was like the whole world had paused for that one moment just to hear his song. After he finished he sat down and he received a standing ovation!
After the funeral, phone numbers were exchanged, hugs and most of all love and the next day, he headed back to Seattle.
When he got back his girlfriend had made him dinner. It was warm and waiting for him soon as he arrived.
“It’s nice to see you.” She said in an almost robotic fashion.
“It’s nice to see you too. Smells good. You must’ve read my mind. I’m really hungry.”
He quickly wolfed down the food she had made and washed it down with the tall glass of juice she poured for him.
“Well, let me unpack.”
“No. Do it later. Why don’t you rest. You’ve been traveling I know you’re tired.”
“You’re right.”
He laid down, fell asleep for awhile, opened his eyes and saw a pillow coming down on his face! As she was suffocating him, which was an easy task for her due to the fact that she was much larger than he was in physical stature, she screamed out,
“YOU LOVE THAT BITCH SO MUCH THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING JOIN HER THEN!!!”
He didn’t put up much of a fight. Five minutes later, he was dead…..
“OH MY GOD! WHAT DID I JUST DO???”
All of a sudden, she began to hear “A Song For A Butterfly.” She covered her ears, but she could still hear it playing. Over and over nonstop haunting her like a nightmare experienced by someone wide awake. Each note ripping at her soul like it was being attacked by a pack of wolves. She fell to her knees screaming with her hands over her ears!
“I can’t….What have I done? I can’t…..”
With the song still playing in her head, she washed about 8 Ambien sleeping pills down with some Absolut Vodka, grabbed the NIRVANA Nevermind cd, grabbed her car keys and headed for the garage. She got in her car, started it up and popped in the cd. She skipped to track number three and put her cd player on repeat track mode.
“Come as you are as you were as I wanted you to be.” She sung.
“What have I done? Oh God, what have I done? Please forgive me…….” She became extremely drowsy, struggling to keep “A Song For A Butterfly”from tormenting her she sung, “Memoria, memoria, memoria…….”
Those were her last words before she died in her car….
The second ring of the seventh circle of hell opened up and swallowed her soul as she became branches of the trees of the horrid forest…
“At least I don’t have to hear that song anymore….”
All of a sudden it started again!
“I don’t understand! His soul was sent to hell as well? Is he like the Norse hero Gunther, who played the lute with his toes as he laid dying in the snake pit in the legend of Siegfried after he was betrayed by Atilla The Hun?”
That was the furthest thing from the truth. Instead, he was walking along seven thousand feet high foot hills overlooking trees with beautiful fall colors, a river with deep blue water and a majestic sunset overhead playing his song and wondering where he was. At a distance, he saw the back of a woman’s head. His ex wife. She turned around and said,
“I’ve finally found you.”
“So have I……”
A Song For A Butterfly
LITTLE ANGEL
Love was all he lived and known and was surrounded by positive energy
exalted and taken in to feed
the souls of the inner beings
who loved not by choice, but by instinct.
Followers of the HOLY law living in TOTAL bliss.
For this is HEAVEN. GOD’S supreme gift.
This particular angel was filled with so much joy he began to give the LORD praise!
He thanked HIM for providing him with such a beautiful place!
But the LORD spake unto him and said, “AS BAD AS I KNOW YOU’D LIKE TO STAY,
THE TIME IS APPROACHING QUICKLY FOR ME TO SEND YOU AWAY.
I HAVE A PLACE I CREATED WHICH IS NOW IN A Burdened STATE
AND I NEED YOU TO change this troubled place FOR THE BETTER BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!
WHEN YOU GO THERE, YOU WON’T HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF WHERE YOU ARE NOW. YOUR TIME TO DEPART IS NEAR,
IF YOU FOLLOW MY LAWS AND LOVE WHILE YOU ARE THERE, AFTER AWHILE, YOU WOULD COME BACK HERE.”
The angel was confused and before he could respond, the LORD already began to depart.
He said to himself, “But I don’t want to leave. I’m happy with the way things are.”
All of a sudden, he felt a tingling sensation in between his legs that left his heart in pain.
He vanished from where he stood, everything went BLACK and he was thrusted forward, but something was extremely strange.
You see he knew what to do, he knew where to go as if he had done this all before.
He swam to his destination which was the egg and penetrated it to its’ core.
He was in total darkness and could not see, but he could still think and he could still hear.
His recollection of HEAVEN was extremely vivid. Images of his thoughts were visible and clear.
He said, “LORD why did you banish me from your KINGDOM and sent me here to be a prisoner of the dark?
I’m going insane from the constant sound of breathing and the beating of a heart !!! And some sort of substance is sickening me to the point where it hurts! THE LEVEL OF PAIN IS BEGINNING TO RISE!!! LORD you said I was supposed to forget, but I still remember! Have mercy! Please let me come back to PARADISE!!!”
The angel became critically ill and eventually died before he was thrusted forward and caused a splash.
The LORD heard his prayer and knew he remembered HEAVEN and decided to bring the angel back…
The angel opened his eyes and saw THE CREATER and shouted out, “THANK YOU LORD!!!
Me being sent to such a dark and terrible place makes me appreciate HEAVEN way more than before!” The LORD said, “I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.” It was the image of a woman in the fetal position crying and holding her stomach.
The LORD said, “THAT’S YOUR MOTHER.” The angel became saddened, looked at the LORD and asked HIM for what he wanted.
“I must comfort her LORD my heart is aching as I watch my Mother weep.”
The LORD said, “MY CHILD, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION, BUT YOU CAN ONLY DO IT WHILE SHE IS ASLEEP.”
His Mother drifted off as she prayed and cried as she was half asleep, she crawled in the bed.
The angel appeared before his Mother, she began to shiver and pulled the blanket over her head.
The angel said, “Mother, I am your son. Don’t be sad I’m alive and well.”
She mumbled, “Yes I know you’re in HEAVEN, but I live inside a HELL I created myself.
I have an addiction that killed the only pure thing I would’ve ever had in my life.
I was trapped inside my own selfishness and my baby was the one who paid the price.
Please forgive me my child. I promise I’m going to try to change with all my might.”
He said, “I forgive you and GOD forgives you. We’ll meet one day. Everything is going to be alright.
I love you Mother and remember I’ll ALWAYS be here to help with what you’d like to do.”
She said, “My son you are my Little Angel with all my heart, I love you too…”
She woke up the next day feeling brand new and said, “FROM THIS POINT ON, I’M GETTING MY LIFE TOGETHER!!!”
The LORD smiled at the angel and said, “WELL DONE, YOU’VE CHANGED A TROUBLED PLACE FOR THE BETTER…”
Little Angel