JOURNEY INTO THE SPIRIT WORLD
THE TRANSCENDENT
HAROLD WALLIS
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The translucent light shimmered through the leafy mosaic transferring its radiating presence on
all below. Basking in these soothing rays a butterfly was emerging from the place where it had
sojourned in death and was in the process of discovering its newly acquired wings. In this life
sustaining warmth a feeling of delight reverberated throughout its flimsy body and the luxury of
the sun’s rays were pleasantly sustaining.
This beautiful emerging being was in the process of drying out its silky aerofoils and the task
was very close to completion. It was with a sense of excitement and curiosity that the vast
panoramic expanse beckoned to be explored, while immanent flight was only delayed for a last
look at its mysterious sarcophagus. Trying to make sense of its former home was a futile waste
of time, so without any more delay it caught the first inviting air current and soared towards
heaven. The butterflies streamlined body and gossamer wings were now put to full advantage
and assisted this well designed creation to flutter effortlessly to a higher vantage point.
Within the confines of this ethereal dimension, the artistically ornate insignia which was
emblazoned on its wings were a credit to the creator and provided the ultimate compliment to its
surroundings. In all directions the creation was spread out like a patchwork quilt and a more
beautiful canvas of colour and contrast was difficult to imagine. Life felt exhilarating looking
down from this temple in the sky and the poignancy that greeted each new unveiling released
copious amounts of adrenalin into its system. Rising and falling with each current of warm air
the butterfly felt the world was its oyster, and it was on one of these downdraughts that an
interesting scene presented itself. An idyllic pond with lily pads carpeting the surface lay before
it’s eyes and this bucolic surrounding aroused feelings to rest awhile in this garden of Eden.
Suddenly, and invoking great surprise, our hero was back in the sky with a strange brilliant light
accompanying it in flight. The sheer intensity of brightness that clothed this being was the first
thing that focused your attention and it quickly became apparent that all other considerations
were of minor importance now that this light had graced the butterfly’s presence. It was not
difficult to offer your full attention to this life force as it had the ability to take on any form or
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configuration that your mind wanted to envisage, and observing these nuances captivated your
interest much more than the material manifestation presented below.
In the area of communication, the butterflies companion was a master, and effortless
transmission was achieved with the utmost simplicity.
“Who are you?” was the question of the butterfly formulated to the core of light.
“I am a being of the light,” was the cryptic reply.
This answer did not help the butterfly comprehend what it was looking at, so sensing the
inadequacy of this declaration, the light continued.
“We take on this form when we have achieved all that our physical bodies can offer to our
development. It is only when we have perfected and concluded all that the material world can
offer to us, that we are granted this privilege by our master. We can then continue to grow
without the encumbrance that hinders those who are subject to the laws of gravity and physics.
Yet even these gifts pale into insignificance when our master grants us unrestricted access to His
cosmic mind, then we experience everything that ever was and will be.”
“Do all creatures achieve your status?” asked the butterfly.
“Not without metamorphosis! You have to be recreated, or as a great teacher once said, born
again, but even if you cannot attain this ultimate transformation, there are many places to
sojourn, many mansions.”
“Can you explain this metamorphosis to me?” asked the butterfly.
“Very easily in your case my little friend, you just went through one.”
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“I did? Please show me how!”
“Follow me as we descend towards the earth,” was the telepathic response.
With that the butterfly and its companion of effulgent light descended to a location adjacent to a
large oak. The tree chosen for this lesson was in full bloom and sprouting a plethora of rich green
leaves. Drawing attention to a particular leaf the light source pointed an ungainly grub like
creature busily ruminating out its existence.
“That was you my friend before metamorphosis.”
“Never! It bears no resemblance to me at all!” said the butterfly flabbergasted that such a
comparison could be made.
“Nevertheless it was you, with all of its imperfections. I see you are not convinced! So let me
show you another leaf where we will find something to jog your memory. Look at that cocoon
there, does that not remind you of the sarcophagus you were pondering about? You lived the first
part of your life with a very limited consciousness. As a caterpillar, you were concerned only
with material things, eating and wandering from leaf to leaf was the limits of your understanding,
your mind never escaped from the confines of that tree.”
“At that stage of your life you were not aware that my master was preparing you for something
very special, and for this to be accomplished your physical death was the first requirement
needed to release you from your earthly restraints.”
“But I still have a physical body like you, at least I think I do,” said the butterfly.
“Actually, at this early stage you probably feel as if you still have a body, but metamorphosis is a
continuing process my little one and I am now going to show you how this transformation
happened. Let us move forward in earthly measured time and in this way you will see how you
lost your physical body for the present spiritual one. Look there, you are sitting on that large
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green lily pad. It is easy to see by the look on your face that you were quite surprised when that
sticky tongue of the bullfrog reached out and captured you, but I want you to remember, he who
loses his life to preserve life will gain a new life. I am here with you because even though you
appear to have a physical body, it is really only in the repository of God’s consciousness that you
exist. From my perspective, I see a being of light, not a butterfly, but all the stages of your
metamorphosis are instantly recognizable to me. I am your guardian angel sent to help you make
the adjustment into the spirit world.”
“But I don’t feel any different than a few moments ago when my wings were fluttering.”
“But you are different, and it is a difference that you will grow to like more and more. You are
the pure energy of thought. Completely unrestricted by earthly elements, by distances or the law
of physics. You can go back or forward in time to examine your existence.”
“How is this possible?” asked the butterfly whose excitement was now at fever pitch.
“Because time in reality can only be measured on the material plane, it creates an illusion that
your brief spell of physical existence is a law unto itself. The reality is that everything that comes
into its material phase does so because God has the thought. Within the confines of His cosmic
mind, your image was focused, all the possibilities that your life contained were intellectualized
and the experience then was brought into conception.”
The being of light paused, making sure the butterfly processed this revelation before continuing.
“On your physical demise you were returned back to His cosmic mind from where you
originated. God assigned me to be your helper, and it is my task to help you get the most
advantage from your life in the world of spirits. There will be so much for you to learn and at the
beginning some of these things will be impossible for you to comprehend, but rest assured that I
will be at your disposal. The mere thought of my presence will be all the requirement you need
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for my materialization. Are you ready to leave this physical world behind and receive the legacy
that God has prepared for you?” enquired the spirit of light.
“Yes! Yes!” said the butterfly, “please don’t leave me here a moment longer.”