Back in July, I happen to post a Twitter that said, “law of attraction: sending out a thought of a butterfly. how will it return to me? i’ll keep you posted.” One of my Twitter buddies (@SandyJasmine) responded, “Have you heard of the Butterfly Experiment?” “Well, no I have not, what is that?!” And that is how I was introduced to Lori Hamann’s Butterfly Experiment.
The Butterfly Experiment is a free 30 day experiment in manifesting and conscious creation resulting in ongoing personal transformation. Here’s how it works: Each day you receive an email with easy to follow instructions all aimed at focusing your intention on attracting things you want into your life. Each of the daily exercises builds upon the previous day so it’s important to follow each day’s instructions as best you can. Some of the emails include visualization exercises, meditations, essays, and (my personal favorite) the vision board. The goal: attract more butterflies into your existence. By the end of the experiment, you are seeing butterflies wherever you go and you begin to realize that if you can attract butterflies, you can attract ANYTHING. It is a lot of fun! Don’t worry, you can trust Lori with your email address; she only uses it to send out the daily emails.
By Day 7 of my personal butterfly experiment, I began to notice butterflies in random places. I asked myself, “Were they there all along and I just didn’t notice them?” I noticed them while watching television, too. At lunch one day (around Day 18) a beautiful monarch suddenly flew by my salad plate. Around Day 25, I was waiting in line at the DMV and decided to clean out my wallet to pass the time away. My wallet at the time was about 6 years old (I have since replaced it) and it was quite dilapidated. In fact, a few coins were wedged between the torn lining. As I tried to edge the quarters out I realized there was something else stuck in there. Thinking it was an old receipt and having plenty of time to waste, I worked on sliding it out. Lo and behold, it was a paper butterfly my son had made for me when he was just 6 years old (see inset). On the back it said, “Mom, I love you!” I kid you not! My mind was sufficiently blown.
I told my (now in high school) son the story. He decided to start attracting Mini Coopers into his existence, hoping that he’ll have one by the time he gets his driver’s license. (Sigh.)





