Today is the day that the dragonflies arrived, just all of a sudden appeared massive clouds of these little helicopters. This year they are not very big, about an inch and a half at the most. I treasure the dragonflies a lot because as soon as they come, the population of mosquitoes, deer flies, and other biting things are reduced, eaten by the dragon flies. I find relief in that for obvious personal reasons. Then the swallows catch the dragonflies to feed their babies, all natural, right?
Dragonflies and our spiritual purpose
The dragonflies impress me, I find them noble and sovereign, and they are not shy to show themselves in all their brilliance. Although at first they have a darkish colour, their wings make up for it by reflecting a kaleidoscope of colour and light. Perhaps dragonflies ignited the imagination of small beings of nature in humanoid form called fairies, gnomes and other creatures of fairy tales.
Of course in the third dimension there are no such things, only animals, insects and ourselves. And yet we are so little removed from being animals. Being hungry we eat, this may include once living beings. No judgement here, just observation. We in turn are eaten too, by bugs, parasites and worms, or in the odd case by a tiger. When I visited Brazil I heard about a tour guide who didn’t show up one day for his group. Later they found out that it was because his young son had been eaten by a jaguar…
What is the point of this story?
I am contemplating how I can make a difference in the world. How can I rise above my own immediate needs, to see what is going on and help? I am not a Gandhi, who on a global level showed us an example of non-violence for a higher good. I want to live happy and comfortable, and I guess every one on this planet, wants this also, so what should we do?
I am a lazy being by nature, I love just hanging out and relaxing but sometimes I have to pull up my socks and start working. Look at the dragonflies, all they do is flying around and look for food and a mate that is how their species survive until the next generation. So all summer the offspring in the forms of worms in the earth build their bodies and strength, and at the end of the season they morph into a chrysalis and wait patiently for transformation. Are we like those worms in wait of transformation?
I felt just like that when the pain of great challenges appeared and I gradually got a small glimpse of what I could be. I too am on a journey like everybody else here. What perhaps enlightened beings did just before the moment of realization was to go through great temptations and challenges.
By seeing that our world holds us here by our own strong desires and attachments we may realize that there is a place free of that, where we are in union with our source. Some put in the work of doing this work; others are continuously caught up in the cycles of life as it happens with challenges and problems.
I love dragonflies, because it suits me, they eat the bugs that otherwise would bite me, they are inspiring and beautiful to observe and they do not harm me. I cannot say the same about deer flies, which come cleverly and take chunks of flesh from my body leaving an itchy welt for days. Could I learn to love them too?