Jun 01 2009

The Imaginal Cell Story – by Nori Huddle

Published by at 12:15 pm under Stories

Suggested by Peggy. And found on The Infinite Games




The Imaginal Cell Story

The caterpillar’s new cells are called ‘imaginal cells.’
They are so totally different from the caterpillar cells
that his immune system thinks they are enemies… and gobbles them up.

But these new imaginal cells continue to appear. More and more of them!
Pretty soon, the caterpillar’s immune system
cannot destroy them fast enough.
More and more of the imaginal cells survive.
And then an amazing thing happens!

The little tiny lonely imaginal cells start to clump together
into friendly little groups.
They all resonate together at the same frequency,
passing information from one to another.
Then, after awhile, another amazing thing happens!

The clumps of imaginal cells start to cluster together!
A long string of clumping and clustering imaginal cells,
all resonating at the same frequency,
all passing information from one to another there inside the chrysalis.

Then at some point,
the entire long string of imaginal cells
suddenly realizes all together
that it is something different from the caterpillar.
Something new! Something wonderful!
…and in that realization
is the shout of the birth of the butterfly!

Since the butterfly now “knows” that it is a butterfly,
the little tiny imaginal cells
no longer have to do all those things individual cells must do.
Now they are part of a multi-celled organism—
A FAMILY who can share the work.

Each new butterfly cell can take on a different job—
There is something for everyone to do.
And everyone is important.
And each cell begins to do just that very thing it is most drawn to do.
And every other cell encourages it to do just that.

A great way to organize a butterfly!”

*Adapted Version of Nori Huddle’s story from her book, Butterfly

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  1. Jim Atwellon 05 Jun 2009 at 6:44 am

    Slowly a Quiet Rainbow arises
    And shines its light upon the day
    Quietly, it rises from the ashes,
    Past my shattered hopes
    And over long forgotten dreams,
    Past the veil of bliss
    And through my hidden tears.
    Is it Ascension I wonder?
    Is it Death?
    Is it Compassion?
    Slowly it becomes the dawn,
    A new time, a new hope, a new dream.
    A Quiet Rainbow springs forth
    From an Oasis of Love
    And a flower of Love becomes,
    The dawn of a new day.

    Much Love
    Jim Atwell