The Hornet and the Butterfly

Once upon a time, there was a holy hornet who preached each and every Sunday to all the insects in the garden. This hornet had gained a reputation for giving penetrating sermons on the topic of “Truth.”

The hornet spoke with great zeal and fervor from his pulpit. He had convinced the insects of the garden that if they did not take heed of his words, the “truth” would damn them.  So even though the words of the hornet had a stinging effect the insect inhabitants were in constant fear of not looking attendant.  All their compound eyes were focused on the hornet.

Every now and then the hornet would notice a butterfly flit past his audience. It seemed that every time this happened more of his six-legged brothers and sisters would leave the service to follow the butterfly.

A day came when the hornet found himself preaching to only a few mealybugs and deer flies. The hornet became buzzing mad and decided to find out where the butterfly was taking his assembly of arthropods.

The hornet took to the wing and flew off in the direction that the butterfly always seemed to head in. Soon he came to a lovely meadow rich in flowers. Sure enough, that is where he found his former congregation, enjoying the abundance of the earth.

The beautiful butterfly approached the hornet and said, ”Welcome. May I share with you some delightful pollen?”

“You are leading my followers to a life of creature comforts and damnation,” came the barbed words of the hornet!

“I am just sharing with others. Isn’t religion all about love?” replied the butterfly.

“Love?!! What these insects really need is to hear the Truth!” came the sharp words from the hornet’s formidable mandibles.

The hornet then flew to the top of a flower and prepared to address his wayward wriggling friends—whose antennae had obviously been led astray. This time the hornet would put such fear into their mesothorax that they would never dare leave again.

But as he began to pontificate, the words and their sounds mysteriously dissipated soon after leaving his mouthparts. Nothing he said had reached the other insects’ antennae. The hornet was dumbfounded.

The butterfly, having observed all this, flew up to the flower where the hornet was and said, “Truth that is disconnected from Love fizzles out because it represents nothing real. Truth without Love is no Truth at all and devoid of anything meaningful, so it dispels itself and dissolves into nothing.”

Suddenly the hornet had an epiphany. “Hmmm… Now I realize that Truth separated from Love and its goodness only damns and stings. My gosh, I have been acting like a dumb hind segment!”

The butterfly only smiled.

“Come, my friend,” said the butterfly. “Let’s enjoy the pollen together.”

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EDWARD F. SYLVIA, M.T.S. Philosopher/Theologian Edward F. Sylvia attended the School of Visual Arts in New York and received his Master of Theological Studies at the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, CA and a Certificate of Swedenborgian Studies from the Swedenborgian House of Studies. He is a member of the Center for Theology and the Natural Sciences (C.T.N.S.) and the Swedenborg Scientific Association (S.S.A.). Award-winning author of "Sermon From the Compost Pile: Seven Steps Toward Creating An Inner Garden" and "Proving God," which fulfills a continuing vision that God’s fingerprints of love can be found everywhere in the manifest universe. His most recent book, "Swedenborg & Gurdjieff: The Missing Links" is an edgy collection of anti-intuitive essays for personal transformation that challenges and inspires. He has been a student of the ideas of both Emanuel Swedenborg and George I. Gurdjieff for over thirty years. Read more about TheGodGuy, his books and his ideas at http://www.staircasepress.com
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