Woah! I Brought A Dead Fly Back To Life!

🗓 6/14/2024

So…

I just helped to bring a dead fly back to life. 🪰💫

I noticed him in yesterday’s coffee cup between 7 and 8 a.m. this morning.

DEAD.

Big dead fly, upside down. ☕🪰
It’s not unusual to find a fly in a cup of coffee, but I made a mental note when I saw him. At that time, I left the cup with the dead fly in it alone, distracted by the day.

It was a bit before 1 p.m. when I finally decided to dump out yesterday’s cup.

I noticed his dead body again and wondered about him.

I felt compassion for this tiny little soul.

I considered:
Did he want to die like this?
Seems unlikely. ❌

Then I had the idea:

✨What if I could bring him back to life?✨

A friend has done similar things with plants. 🌱
“There’s nothing to lose,” I thought. “If he can do it, why couldn’t I?”

So instead of pouring him down the drain, I rinsed the coffee off his body and set him on the bathroom sink. 🚿🪰

I left him there off and on while I did other things, knowing this was likely just silly.

But I do silly things all the time. 😜
Plus it’s my day off. I’m SUPPOSED to do something silly, even.

Keep in mind, I’d handled this fly a LOT trying to get him in a “good” position.
If he were simply unconscious, I’d think I’d have seen SOME movement.
Nope. NOTHING. He seemed VERY dead.

I took a pic and told my friend—the one who’d witnessed plants heal—that I was trying to bring this fly back to life…

📱 That was at 12:43, according to the message.

Why not?

I made my coffee ☕ and meditated on what to do. 🧘‍♀️

What if the fly didn’t want to come back to life?
What if this body was too damaged?

I considered a few options as I realized I wasn’t trying to create or prolong suffering.
Even though I felt in my soul:
“THIS FLY WAS GOING TO MOVE AGAIN,”
I wanted to be sure this was “okay.”
Permission seems important with these things. 🙏

I could see it happening in my mind’s eye so clearly.
I could see him moving.
But in reality, he was still as a picture (actual pic of him DEAD).

So I talked to my spirits about our options. 👻

One spirit who’s been with me for years I “just so happen” to call Fly Guy—for a number of reasons. One reason is because he’s so tiny.

To make a long story short, Fly Guy is the spirit of a child I miscarried in another lifetime. 🕊
In that life, my husband died in wartime, and the spirit occupying my womb decided NOT to incarnate. It was a very difficult experience.
I’ve written about that lifetime here:

Pregnancy, Miscarriage, and Abortion- A Quantum Perspective.

by Julia Wagner May 12, 2024

Our bond is still strong despite- perhaps BECAUSE of -this difficulty. I connect easily to this Soul and have since I was 18 years old.

Right now my “Fly Guy”, my child from that lifetime likes to inhabit the form of Baby Groot. He’s my little buddy. 🌱🍼

That life when I miscarried that child was in the 16th(?) century.
He’s spent a long time hovering around the physical realm.
Was he ready to try a body?

So I asked my baby—my Fly Guy—if he’d considered incarnating into a body recently.
Maybe he’d like THIS fly’s body?

I’ve been killing a lot of fruit flies lately, and I’ve heard that anything we kill stays with us, in our own body.

So I offered these flies an opportunity to come back in a more evolved form. 🧬🪰

Would they take it?

I figured if they were to be convinced, maybe we’d make the body as inviting as possible:

🎵 I decided the frequency of 417 Hz would be best for reanimation.
John Jervis always tuned to 417 Hz because it created change quickly and broke down negative obstacles.
I set the dead fly’s body on my phone while playing the tone.
🌞 I thought, “He needs light.”
So I put the phone in the window.
💍 I found a ring the other day.
I’ve asked everyone if it’s theirs—nope.
It belongs to me, apparently.
When I meditated on it, I heard, “It’s from Lady Athena.”
So I used it to direct sunlight into the fly’s lifeless corpse.

At this point, I’m sending a mental message to the flies:
“Anyone who wants to occupy THIS body, now’s your chance.”

I asked Fly Guy if he was ready and I SWEAR Baby Groot LITERALLY WINKED at me. 😳😉
No lie.
I started to consider more seriously:
“Maybe this will work?”

————

I believe all these things helped set the right tone for what happened next—

💭 Another memory came back, with full emotional recall…

I remembered when I incarnated on Earth.
I was just a sparkle in a man’s eye. ✨
His loving desire to have a child is what BROUGHT me here.
It’s what allowed me to embody.

I’ve tapped into this memory before, but this time was different.
Besides just feeling the man’s emotions and hearing his thoughts,
I could ALSO feel the pure energy in his left eye
as he was mesmerized by a meteor shower. 🌠

👁 “Coincidentally,” I woke up with my left eye swollen today.
Normally this happens with my cat allergy, but today—no obvious cause.

So I looked for energetic reasons.

I asked an energy healer to help release the energy from that eye.
We talked about past lives, lost loves, and vows.

I mentioned how I once vowed to never love only one person again, after I lost my husband and miscarried our child in that lifetime.
Ironically, it’s been this vow that’s limited me from loving more fully.

I’m still using this swelling to reflect on how to accept myself,
and how to stay focused on the NOW instead of “seeing the past.”
(The left eye is often linked to the past, or to looking back.)

But since the healer helped direct that energy outward, I feel the blockage dissolving. 🌊

——–

So…

As I pointed my Athena-gifted ring 💍 at his lifeless little body
and remembered the sparkle in the man’s eye that pulled me into a human form—
I cried. 😢💖

I cried thinking about losing my child.
I cried remembering how I vowed:
“Never again will I have a child.”

But here we are.
Together. Even NOW.

Even NOW I’m asking my child to come back to me in the form of this little creature.

And at that very moment?

He did.

HE DID COME BACK TO ME!! 🪰💫

His little leg started moving.
My Fly Guy came to life! 🥹✨

He sat on my finger for the longest time, dazed and confused.

He didn’t want to leave my finger, but eventually, I convinced him to climb onto the computer so I could take pictures and type out what had just happened.

He seemed to like the energy port. 🔋

Not too long after that—at about 1:30—he flew off.

And now?
He’s still buzzing around the apartment as I type this. 🐝💻

My little fellow. My Fly Guy.
I hear him buzzing… 🪰💗

All this wisdom from such a tiny soul.
And you know what?

I could’ve just poured him down the drain with my coffee.