CAN YOU DREAM YOUR WINGS & FLY?

A Cicada’s Story of Transformation…

A dear friend just shared a touching story with me by email… he also created a song about his direct experience of watching a cicada come out of a shell and slowly grow some amazing wings. In response to his deep sharing, I sang along with his track at home into a handheld recorder and created some simple yet powerful verses. The next step is to record this brand new song which was birthed out of a NEW MOVEMENT of HOPE within our hearts, a feeling of FREEDOM that comes with the inner knowing we can all be TRANSFORMED in one moment just like this. ENJOY the story, the rough demo song and the verses… May they whisper NEW INSPIRATION into your life.

MAY you DREAM new wings and fly today!

GET the demo song here. Enjoy…

“I was out the other morning and saw a cicada on the driveway. It was about half way out of the shell and didn’t appear to be moving, so while I was hopeful it was ok, I thought maybe it hadn’t made it and thought it should be in the grass as its last resting place instead of the drive. So I put it on the grass and sat there staring at it and after a while I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me because it looked like the smallest amount of movement had happened a couple times. I focused intently and sure enough it was moving ever so slightly. Or so it seemed. So I pulled my focus even tighter onto the spot where the back was exposed from the shell and very, very, very slowly I could see where the fifth segment of its back was emerging. It was so slow you could almost convince yourself it was your imagination, but it was coming out. There was no crawling or anything to come out, just as if it was getting larger and expanding out.

Eventually that turned into what was probably a huge amount of effort to get a fraction more out and then it would rest. As this happened what looked like little tiny whitish things back from it’s head became apparent but just looked like some shriveled little something that I assumed was something like 2 small bits of some cell structure inside the shell, or at least I hoped that’s what it was as I feared it was maybe wings that weren’t developed and without wings the poor thing wouldn’t have a very eventful life.

As time wore on it finally struggled all the way out. I didn’t want to interfere as the struggle is maybe highly important (just as your were speaking about the need to struggle when we talked last, Cezarina), but at the very end I helped just a little by holding the shell stationary so it could crawl out. I couldn’t stop myself and hoped I wasn’t being selfish by that act. All the while it had to stop and rest sometimes for a good period of time. And right before my eyes those little tiny flaps of skin like stuff slowly grew and what looked like beautiful aqua fish gills were now there.

It would struggle from time to time and start to roll over on its side and I knew the wings (which is what those things were, as I finally realizedit) would get damaged so I got some sticks and kept trying to keep it upright. I knew around that time that if it didn’t get on a vertical surface such as a tree that development would cease so I finally got it to grab onto a stick and got the stick propped up so that it was close to upright.

When it finally kept trying to climb up (which didn’t work too well), I figured I had to get it on a tree and soon, so I used a second stick to steady it on the one it was holding onto and went over to a small peach tree and chose a branch that was at a small angle leading up to a more upright angle. I could actually feel trust from it, I’m serious, at this dangerous stage I knew he (I looked it up, it turns out it is a he) trusted me. So he grabbed the tree and slowly moved around a bit until I kept thinking he was going to fall off and I kept having to wait to catch him but finally he had what I guessed was the best hold he could do and then he just froze as if in a trance and that’s when the wings continued to grow bit by bit by bit. The left one was smaller but eventually got to be approximately the same size.

During this period I would say “pump your wing, build it up” and he would move the wing little bits like a heartbeat and the wing would grow the tiniest bit then he would rest.

The only other movement was if an ant headed towards him and I wasn’t able to encourage it to turn around and it would get to one of his feet and he would pull his foot back which made me think he might fall but I could tell he was stronger because the few times that happened when an ant got past me he pulled back faster and the last time I saw one touch his foot he pulled it away and shook it in what sure looked like annoyance and impatience. I knew that was a good sign.

Around that time the sun was just starting to come over the trees, but there was cloud cover and I knew he was probably waiting for the sun and the clouds weren’t moving so I just kept thinking “clouds to the south, clouds go to the south please” and the sun climbed and the clouds moved to the south and the sun streamed down on him. This whole time there was a wonderful variety of insects and bird song and even one of those little red spiders the size of a pinhead decided to run around all over my hand when I was watching for ants and making sure no birds got too close.

By then the chorus of cicadas was getting pretty energetic and he slowly wandered to another part of the branch and I realized I was supposed to go my way and let things be.

So I came back in after I think around two or two and a half hours of being out there with him and I kept saying “that was amazing” and decided what the chords would be for that song and then went back to bed. I was going to go for a slower symphonic type thing but felt it should just reflect the various stages of what had transpired and be energetic and joyous and forward looking and full of hope…..

That cicada went through being random molecules, then in an egg inside a branch, then fell to the ground, dug down, lived there for between 13 and 17 years then climbed back up to the light, went through several dangerous moments and I would like to think he found a lady cicada and started the whole process over again believing that tomorrow and the tomorrows that lead 13 or 17 years off in the distance will be good with plenty of trees and maybe even a big weird looking two legged creature there to help……

Hopefully the song is at least a little of that. Steve”

THANK YOU, Steve for this BRILLIANT STORY you shared…your gift will keep on giving itself.


Now… I will let the verses I wrote for this song envelop you with the WONDER of this transformative power of your own choice and the power that lies within that choice.

CAN YOU DREAM YOUR WINGS and FLY just like this cicada?

CAN you FLY in every aspect of your life that wants to expand, to thrive, to know endless possibilities?

Give it a TRY… Magnificence awaits you on the other side. Trust me.

Cezarina