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Dragonfly Magic

A true story.

It was late afternoon, and clouds had been building from the northwest all day. The heat from the Oklahoma plains had pushed the clouds high earlier in the day, but what had once been a mass of white thunderheads had become a low-lying jumble of gray and black clouds. I could smell the rains as the winds picked up. The storms were coming.

Laying on a billowy green couch I read a book about spiritual transformation to myself, but when I found a passage about dragonflies, I had to read it aloud to my daughters. I called for them and they piled onto the couch with me. The scene was two men walking on a wooded hillside as dragonflies zoomed around them. The pages mentioned that dragonflies are actually wood spirits that want to come close to us, to be seen and played with.

My daughters loved this visual, especially the little ones. We talked about it for a couple of minutes, and they they went back to playing in their rooms. A bit later there was a furious lightning strike in the distance, and the thunder brought the girls back in to the living room. We decided to go outside and feel the energy before the rains came to wash the world clean.

Outside we looked around for a few minutes. You could see the different temperatures colliding in the air. A kaleidoscope of monochromatic colors was flowing and falling over itself in the air above our green lawn. My son joined us, and soon we were laying on the lawn, looking at the clouds as they neared. I laid back on the cool grass and watched the clouds swirling to the northwest.

My littlest daughter soon asked me a question.

“What are those?” she asked pointing into the skies.

I had to focus on something lower than the clouds, something I had missed until now. There, under the storm clouds, was a stream of tiny black dots. For a moment or two I could not understand what I was seeing, but then my son said, “Dragonflies!”

Suddenly I could see them in focus. Thousands of dragonflies were flying away from the coming rains. They were moving diagonally across our lawn, from the northwest to the southeast. It was amazing.

“They are faeiries aren’t they?” one of my daughters asked looking into the sky with amazement.

“They must be, right?” I said without looking down.

“I want them to come down here. I want them to play with us,” she said, clearly thinking about the story I had just read to her.

My son smiled and shook his head a little bit.

“How would you call them down to us?” I asked sitting up beside her.

She smiled, sat up and pulled her legs in Indian-style, and then began to chant as she has heard me do.

“Om Mani Peme Hung, Om Mani Peme Hung, Om Mani Peme Hung,” as she was doing this her little eyes closed and she called out to the river of dragonflies above us.

Soon, magically, the dragonflies did find their way to the ground. All around now were buzzing dragonflies flitting from here to there. In the trees, around the roses, between us and before us.

One large green and purple dragonfly flew up to my daughter and seemed to float in the air before her face for a moment. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The dragonflies were back above the trees, continuing on their journey. But, my children and I will always know that we were visited by the faeiries.

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7 Comments

  1. ashley ashley

    awesome. but it’s not called indian style anymore, it’s called crissed crossed applesauced. just so you know.

  2. A beautiful story, thank you for posting it. So glad you could experience the beauty and magic of nature together.

  3. Jennifer :

    A beautiful story, thank you for posting it. So glad you could experience the beauty and magic of nature together.

    Thank you so much Jennifer! I think we can all see magic every day, if we only look for it.

  4. Glo Glo

    Toooo sweet! I just love stories like this and hearing about all the wonderful blessings in the world! Thank you and yours for this moment!
    This came up when I googled dragonfly as I am seeing them all over the place yesterday and today. The rains came and we are blessed!!
    Glo

  5. Dearest Glo, thank you so much for your kind words.

    Lately our dragonfly friends have been rasiing the communications again. They have begun landing on my hands when we are in the yard with them. It is magical!

  6. Robert Robert

    Beautiful story! One that should be kept alive for your family and their families. These are special moments. We often just play it off as this or that circumstance and so forth. Your daughter did call with the magic of intention and sacred sounds and the creatures responded to this sincerity and ahimsa. What more magic can we ask for? I do not need to command bolts of lightning from the sky, i don’t need to command the ‘dragonflies,’ I just learn to rest in peace and reality responds in kind.

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