Stacey Beasley’s Reviews > Monarca > Status Update

The PUREPECHA, Indians, who still live here in parts of Michoacán But who back then populated the entire state, well, they consider the monarch to be the souls of the deceased, and offered them fruit and water every winter. The two communities were always very close, and the monarch, of course appreciated, the warm, welcome and support they received from the PUREPECHAS every year.

ABIES RELIGOSA- Oyamel Fir 🌲 Protection for winter four months. It was their Jerusalem, they’re Ganges, their Mecca, the ancient Homeland, for which their species spread out millions of years ago, and the sacred spot where they could commune with the spirits of their ancestors and mother nature in her purist most complete form.

Birds had prayed on them out of necessity, they’d take only the amount they needed to survive. That was different from humans, some of whom ate animals three times a day, when they didn’t need to eat them at all, and eight animals who never had a taste of freedom, or a chance at survival, the way the consumed butterflies had

Individuals lived on through the swarm Inez thought about the dozens of butterflies. Her group had lost along the way, for they shared a common ancestry, a common destination, a common, fate, and no matter how many butterflies there were in the swarm, the word swarmwould always be a singular word indicating one unit… The deceased, the living would always fly side-by-side in a collective memory of the monarchs.

The chrysalis is about understanding and embracing one’s true form, about becoming one’s true self.