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BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE TO FLY
A New and Radical Approach
To Spiritual Evolution
By Stephen Davis
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Copyright 2010 by L & G Productions, LLC
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Table of Contents
Chapter 0 – Introduction
PART ONE – The Movie Theater Metaphor
Chapter 1 – Plato’s Cave
Chapter 2 – Joining Together
Chapter 3 – What’s Wrong with This Picture?
Chapter 4 – The Library
Chapter 5 – The Field
Chapter 6 – The Hologram
Chapter 7 – There is No “Out There” Out There
Chapter 8 – The Breakout
PART TWO – Inside the Cocoon
Chapter 9 – The Consciousness Model
Chapter 10 – The Player Model
Chapter 11 – The Human Game Model
Chapter 12 – The Two Halves
Chapter 13 – The Process
Chapter 14 – Spiritual Autolysis
Chapter 15 – Detaching & “Desirelessness”
Chapter 16 – Judgment
Chapter 17 – Beliefs & Opinions
Chapter 18 – Resistance
Chapter 19 – Fear
Chapter 20 – Who Am I?
Chapter 21 – On Becoming a Butterfly
PART THREE – Questions & Answers
Chapter 22 – One Big Hologram?
Chapter 23 – Other People
Chapter 24 – The “Earth Environment” Template
Chapter 25 – Are We All One?
Chapter 26 – One Player per Infinite I?
Chapter 27 – Past Lives?
Chapter 28 – Karma, Cause & Effect
Chapter 29 – Trust
Chapter 30 – Money
Chapter 31 – The Ego
Chapter 32 – Compassion
Chapter 33 – Robert Scheinfeld
Chapter 34 – Jed McKenna
Chapter 35 – U.G. Krishnamurti
Chapter 36 – The Future
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CHAPTER 0
INTRODUCTION
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
~ from Someone Saved my Life Tonight ,
music by Elton John, lyrics by Bernie Taubin
G eorge had a problem.
Although he hid it fairly well, George was basically unhappy. He was feeling
unfulfilled; his life had become dull and boring; he hated his job; he was probably going
to be fired soon because of the economic recession; his relationship with his wife had
gone south; he couldn’t communicate any more with his kids; he had no real life except
working, eating, watching TV, and sleeping; he could count his real friends on one
finger; and he saw no real way of changing anything, of making anything better.
But that wasn’t George’s biggest problem at the moment. His most pressing concern
was that he had begun to walk in his sleep.
One night while George was out sleepwalking, he fell into a very deep hole. When
he woke up, he discovered he was lying on the bottom in just his pajamas, and there was
nothing in the hole except him. He looked up and saw the morning sky above him, with a
few bare branches of trees overhanging the perfect circle of sunlight at the top. It was
early spring, and there was a chill in the air. He saw no one, but he could hear the faint
sound of voices.
He knew he had to try to get out; but the walls of the hole were straight and slippery
and high, and there was nothing to use for climbing. Each time he tried, he fell back to
the bottom, frustrated. He started crying out for help.
Suddenly, there was a man’s face peering down at him from the top of the hole.
“What’s your problem?” the man asked.
“Oh, thank God,” George cried. “I’m stuck down here and can’t get out!”
“Well, then, let me help,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“George.”
“Last name?”
“Zimmermann.”
“One ‘n’ or two?”
“Two.”
“I’ll be right back.”
When the face disappeared, George wondered what was so important about the
spelling of his name; and then the man was back.
“This is your lucky day, George! I’m a billionaire, and I’m feeling generous this
morning.”
The man let go of a small piece of paper he was holding in his hand and it floated
slowly down into the hole. George caught it and looked up again. The man was gone.
George stared at the piece of paper. It was a check for a thousand dollars, made out
in his name.
“What the hell? Where am I going to spend this down here?” he thought to himself.
He folded it and put it in his pajama pocket.
Then he heard another voice coming.
“Please help me,” George yelled to the empty space at the top.
A second man’s face appeared, a kind and compassionate face.
“What can I do for you, my son?”
George could see the man’s clerical collar as he leaned over the edge.
“Father, help me get out of this hole… please.”
“My son….” The voice was soft and loving. “I must perform mass at the church in
five minutes, so I can’t stop now. But we will say a special prayer for you today.” Then
he reached into his pocket. “Here, this will help,” and he dropped a book into the hole
before leaving.
George picked up the Bible, studied it and tried to imagine any possible way to use it
to get out of the hole. Eventually he gave up and tossed it aside.
The next passerby was a woman. When she understood George’s predicament, she
threw down some organic vegetables, along with vitamins and herbal supplements.
“Eat only these,” she said.
George put them in a pile on top of the Bible.
A doctor stopped and donated a few bottles of the sample medications he was being
paid to peddle that week.
A lawyer came by and talked for a while about suing the city for not putting a fence
around the hole. He left his card.
A politician promised to pass a law to protect sleepwalkers if George would vote for
him in the election tomorrow, assuming he could get out of the hole.
By this time George had taken a seat on the bottom of the hole, shivering slightly
from the chill, starting to give up hope that anyone would help him get out. He felt
lonely, helpless, and a little fearful. He moved the drugs aside, picked up an organic
banana off the pile and took a bite.
“I can help you get out.”
He heard a strong, convincing, powerful female voice. He wasn’t quite sure…. Did
he recognize that voice? Had he seen her on TV or something?
“You just need to let go of all your negative thinking, learn to visualize, and then use
the ‘Law of Attraction’.”
“But that’s exactly what I’m doing – trying to attract someone to help to get out of
this hole!” George protested.
“You must not be doing it right,” came the response.
She tossed something thin and square that landed at George’s feet.
George yelled up to her, “But… wait!” There was no one there to answer.

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