When I was a boy I met a traveling wizard, and studied with him for a
number of weeks, full-time. He taught me that I could create reality,
and I felt fully able to do just that even after he went back on his
way. We were sitting in my little rock garden outside my house,
between a large field and a wooded nature preserve. Butterflies would
fly around that time of year, at the end of the summer. And I saw one
or two coming around while we were meditating outside.

I asked him to help me with a miracle. I intended that one butterfly
would land on my left index finger, and in just a few minuets it
landed right on that very finger and unrolled its long spiral tounge.
I suppose it liked the sweat on my finger, and it was drinking it up
just like I was a flower. And then a number of others came and landed
all about me.

So I've always felt after that moment of magic, that the butterfly was
my power animal, and somewhere I've always been waiting to transform
into my true higher self. I've been overweight, out of shape, and out
of work. Even addicted to drugs. I dropped out of high school.