I wrote about a memory of a dog that I loved like my own child. In telling that story and reading the comments, I remembered another incredible incident concerning Ginger.

Ginger was getting weaker and weaker. I walked her down to the backyard by taking her out the front and down to the back without stairs. As we neared the wooden gate, a black butterfly with gold fringe along the edges circled each of us. I instantly thought of my mother. I didn’t know until after my mom passed that she loved butterflies. This butterfly was dramatic looking and  that fit my mom.  It had big solid wings, all black with gold trim around the edges.  And mom loved gold necklaces, wearing two or more every day. She also wore sweaters trimmed in gold or silver trim.

The butterfly flew around me and then around Ginger. I got choked up and said aloud “Ok, mom, I get it. You’ll take care of her when she passes.” With tears in my eyes, I opened the gate and took Ginger into the yard.

My Sweet Ginger

Lady Ginger Lee

Soon we took her to put her down.  We knew she was ready because she wagged her tail for the first time in days when we put her on the bed in the vet’s room.

A few weeks after Ginger passed, I had heard about a butterfly project where you meditate in 17 second intervals every day and ask that butterflies come to you in any form: print, artwork, real life, TV.  The longer you meditate, the more would appear supposedly. One day I asked my mom to send me the black butterfly one more time. Then I let it go.

At lunch I was sitting at the dining room table in front of the oak patio doors that open to the backyard deck. I saw something come towards the door out of the corner of my eye. I thought “No way!” But I jumped up, opened the door and stepped out onto the deck. I looked to the right and there it was! “Way to go, Ma! Thank you”. I was stunned as I walked back into the house.

I realized that I never got a photo of the butterfly. Believe me, I spent hours on several days, looking for that butterfly

Closest approximation I could find

Close as I could come.

on the web and never found it. A couple days later, I was walking to my neighbors and as I went to open her gate, I looked up and there on the tree was the same butterfly. This time, instead of flying, the butterfly was on the branch with its wings spread. I could look at it in minute detail. I still didn’t have a camera or my phone on me. I’ve never seen it since. And I still haven’t found it on the web. I feel I wasn’t meant to photograph it either.

What do you make of that? Would you have reacted the way I did? Do you think this is possible? Do you have a similar story? I’d love to hear it!


Julieanne Case came from a left brained world, having been a computer programmer who worked on the Apollo missions and joined the growing ranks of the right brained world. She became an energy healing practitioner in 2004 and has studied various techniques. She is a Reconnective Healing Pracitioner, a painter and a blogger.