The Butterfly : The Miracle of Spiritual Rebirth ~ Lucille Deith


“No one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.”
— John 3:3

For millions of Christians around the world, the acceptance of the Lord into their hearts and lives is a life-altering experience. It is a time that awakens the soul and sets it free! Now author and photographer Lucille Deith has created a unique illustrated book that tells the timeless story of growth, change, and splendor–through the life cycle of a monarch butterfly.

Through full-color photographs, Ms. Deith shows us the amazing transformation of this small creature from an ugly caterpillar to a hardened chrysalis to a beautiful butterfly. Accompanying these captivating images are eloquent biblical verses and inspiring prose that echo the visual miracle of change as it relates to everyone who has been reborn in Christ. The author has even included easy-to-follow instructions to guide readers in raising their own butterflies so that they, their friends, and their family can witness the miracle unfold.

In a world that seems to be spinning out of control, here is a story that anchors us to a simple, beautiful truth. Whether given as a gift, used as a church fundraiser, or read in the quiet of your home, The Butterfly offers young and old alike a lesson in the power of life-affirming faith.

Lucille Deith is a retired librarian who now pursues her love of gardening, photography, and raising butterflies. As a Christian educator, she presents biblical science lessons in Christian schools using the story of a butterfly. Mrs. Deith and her husband reside in central Florida.


A Butterfly

The Caterpillar

The Chrysalis

Spreading Its Wings

A Beautiful Butterfly

Creating Your Own Butterfly Story

About the Author


A Butterfly

They flutter low and sail so high,
They rest on flowers and kiss the sky.
They sail through the air with graceful ease,
Land on my hand,“Oh, would you, please?”
Their colors so vibrant and markings unique,
I shudder with joy as one brushes my cheek.
A caterpillar no more as you flutter by,
Born again, a butterfly.

Dialogue with the Devil : Enlightenment for the Unwilling ~Yves E. Patak, MD


“Well, here is the situation: although I have been around for almost as long as your creator, even after two thousand years of Christendom people get me wrong, misinterpret, and demonize me on a global scale . . . but nobody ever understood me. Actually, nobody even tries to understand me. Nobody comprehends my real role on this planet. That’s why I want to reach out to mankind through you. Together we shall write a new book!”

Dialogue with the Devil
is a unique book. For many centuries, human beings have been fascinated by a so-called supernatural being called by many names: Satan, Lucifer, a fallen angel, and the Devil. Whether feared, worshiped, ignored, or discounted, there is no doubt that the devil has played a major role on the planet. But who is he? For the first time, he himself explains who he is, where he came from, and most important, what his “job” is on the earth and in the scheme of the universe.

Challenging, controversial, and always fascinating, this book will shake the foundations of many a belief system and change the way we look at the Devil forever.

Yves E. Patak, MD, works as a general practitioner, acupuncturist (ASA), and hypnotherapist in Zurich, Switzerland. Writing is his passion, and two of his novels have been published. During his medical studies, Yves spent three months in Jamaica, where he experienced uncanny phenomena that he partly incorporated into his first novel, The Healer, and his current project, The Screener. Numerous stays in the Far East, India, Sri Lanka, and the West Indies brought him into contact with diverse cultures, rites, tribal medicine, and superstition. All these experiences have strongly inspired Yves in his work as both a physician and a writer.


From the practical point of view, my life was perfect. I was a successful and popular physician, born into a wealthy family. I had an attractive, intelligent wife and three charming children.

Still, over the years a bitter suspicion had crept into my life, and eventually I came to the frustrating conclusion that I probably belonged to the species of the chronically discontented. While other people could not contain their enthusiasm about me and my life, all I could muster was a weary smile, while thinking to myself: “So-that’s all, folks?”

All my life I had been searching for ways to gain more experience, success, enjoyment-and I had found them. But now I had reached a point where nothing could really stimulate me any longer. I had everything one could aspire to with reasonable ambition, everything one could achieve with hard work. Life somehow had turned tepid and trite.

So I lived my life with this dark cloud above my head-up to that unforgettable day, which would dramatically change my life forever.

The conversation came very unexpectedly. On August 21, 2008, an unusually cold and rainy summer day, I had said goodbye to my last patient around 6 p.m. I scribbled a few notes in my files, shut down the laptop on my desk and closed the lid. Then, in the meditative silence of my practice I brewed myself a fragrant cup of Darjeeling tea, as I did every evening, and mentally went through the day’s events.

Part of the routine after the tea was to make the rounds through my office before leaving-checking that all the windows were closed, the lab machinery shut down, and the lights switched off. For a reason that I couldn’t quite explain I looked into my consultation room one more time-and stopped dead in my tracks. The laptop on my desk had been flipped open and booted up again! Bewildered, I approached the electronic tyrant. Humming softly it stood on the desk as if awaiting me. I felt my heart beating a little harder.

Of course I couldn’t rule out the possibility that I had pushed the “reboot” button instead of the “power down” key-but how the hell had the lid flipped itself open? Frowning, I approached this patiently purring object … then it happened-the event that would sound the bell for a new chapter in my life. Eyes wide open, I stared at the screen. A bombastic 36-point font said:


My back broke into gooseflesh that spread over my arms until all the hair stood erect. My legs turned to jelly. A strange atmosphere permeated the room, like some foreboding presence. With a queasy feeling I sat down at my word processor and stared at these words. Who the devil would write such a thing? And how? The sense of imminent disaster turned into a haunting premonition when I realized that the Internet connection was disengaged.

Spellbound, I was staring at a flickering Word file, which meant that nobody was pulling off a stupid joke via the World Wide Web-but that someone had been sitting at my laptop! But when? While I was making the rounds through the seven rooms of my practice? I probably hadn’t left my consultation room for more than three minutes. Feverishly, I tried to imagine the absurd scenario of a lightning fast burglar with a twisted sense of humor dashing to my computer just to leave me a note-an ominous line that didn’t mean much more to me than the Heisenberg uncertainty principle or a Japanese instruction leaflet.

I looked around. Everything seemed to be in its place. No signs of burglary, no evidence of vandalism, no stolen drugs or prescription pads. A spell of superstition made me pull out the wireless card that connected my laptop to the Internet. I wanted to be 200 percent certain that no hacker could have caused this inexplicable situation, some wacky PC pro who from a distance was taking me for a ride.

Then I pushed the power-down button once more. I waited for the screen to turn dark. That’s when things really became spooky. The screen had turned dark all right, but the computer kept humming-and suddenly those eerie words–IT’S MY TURN TO SPEAK!–were written in red letters on a black background. My apprehension changed to terror. What the hell had gotten into my computer?

I pressed the delete key and waited. The words disappeared at once. A few seconds later new ones appeared in crimson letters:


Bewildered, I stared at the blood-red line that seemed to float above the dark screen. As a psychologically trained physician, I knew at once that the best explanation for this uncanny occurrence was that I had just lost my mind. I tried to imagine a life where I’d have to swallow a red pill in the morning, a green one for lunch, and a yellow one at night just to keep from hearing voices or seeing alien texts on my computer screen.

The screen flickered, and three new lines popped up:


I had gone crazy! With this thought, a nauseating hodgepodge of emotions descended upon me. Fear, incredulity, tension … and, surprisingly, a considerable share of curiosity. If I had gone bonkers or someone had slipped some LSD into my tea, why shouldn’t I just go for it, enjoy the ride? Most probably I’d either wake up screaming in my bed, or someone would lead me away drooling in a tightly secured straight jacket. All right, I said to myself, let’s see where this is going! With this thought I put my hands on the keyboard and typed with clammy fingers:

Who are you?

Again a soft humming went through the computer. The screen flickered, and with a sudden chill in my heart I read:


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