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The Fly

8th March 1842

Writing: Wilhelmine and Pauline H. – In the spiritual lessons that Jakob Lorber held with Anselm Hüttenbrenner and his daughters during this time, the students received the following first part of the informative revelation published in the book "The Fly" through the "servant" on this day. (Jakob Lorber: 'The Fly', insights into the wonders of creation)

[1] The fly, a small animal indeed and not seldom annoying to humans as well as many other living creatures of the earth, especially at that time of the year when the sun's rays touch the ground of the earth more severely, is still nevertheless not so insignificant in the order of things and also not so futile as it seems to be.

[2] In order to realize all this perfectly and usefully, we want to make a little preliminary consideration about the natural constitution of this little animal.

[3] It would well be unnecessary to announce to you the shape of the fly – which is about to be discussed – according to it’s form, after you will quite surely have already seen many flies. But their remarkable details and the manner of their creation cannot be neglected, but must be observed with quite a lot of diligence and an attentive mind.

[4] So how is the fly created?

[5] Admittedly, natural scientists know that the fly lays a kind of eggs, which are so small that they are hardly noticed by the human eye and therefore have such a low weight that they can keep themselves floating in the air like sun dust.

[6] But where does the fly lay it’s eggs, since the number of these eggs laid by a fly not seldom exceeds millions? And where and how are they hatched? You have certainly never seen a young fly; but you must not regard the little mosquitoes as young flies!

[7] Look, the fly lays it’s eggs, once they are ready to lay, everywhere it sits down and then doesn't care what happens to them anymore. Millions are carried and dispersed by the winds to all parts of the world; Millions come into the water; yes, you can hardly imagine a thing on earth that would be spared from the eggs of the fly. Just as no thing is too holy for the fly itself, so to speak, so that it does not want to sit on it and sniff it thing, so, apart from the glowing coal and the blazing flame, there exists almost no thing that it does not want to splotch with it’s little eggs.

[8] Where the fly lays it’s eggs and what they look like, you already know. But how they are hatched and how many of the innumerable ones does, shall immediately be addressed.

[9] All those eggs, which are laid either at moist places of house walls – preferably animal-stables – or on rotten wood, or other moldy moistness, almost always get away with. But where winds and water steals them away, indescribably few hatch to become flies – although nothing goes lost, but provide some other wise purpose – yes not even those, inhaled by humans and animals – not seldom millions with one breath. But let us leave those who are subject to the many other purposes and turn immediately to those who are hatched!

[10] So how then are these hatched?

[11] Behold, if the sun begins once to warm up the earth sufficiently, these little eggs begin to grow also, until they become so big that also a moderately sharp eye is able to discover it, namely as a

whitish gray "flower-dust”, naturally only at those places, where they were laid by the fly. This is then the time of hatching, which takes place as follows:

[12] The little eggs jump up, compelled by the awakened spirits of the orderly process animals accumulated in such an egg. These spirits unite into a life in the form of a hardly visible, small whitish worm. This little worm then feeds for a few days on the moisture of the place where it was hatched, which feeding time is not exactly determined, but always depends on the abundance of available food.

[13] Until then, the procreation of the fly happens quite naturally.

[14] But I asked you right at the beginning if you have ever seen a young fly. See, therein lies the real wonder of this little animal buried: It is suddenly there, completely fully formed, and nobody knows where it came from and where it’s birthplace is.

[15] How does this miracle happen then?

[16] You may have heard from time to time old people say: "The flies emerge partly from a kind of dust and partly from the scattered body parts of old, dead flies". It does appear to be so, but according to reality of course not.

[17] For if once the little worm achieved it’s mature size, which is about the size of a small comma in a medium sized font, then the little worm bursts and shifts the inside to the outside. Then the former outer skin of the worm expands to the actual body of the fly, well provided with all the inner digestive vessels. The former inner side of the worm, however, brings out the outer visible parts of the fly then, which, as soon as this reversal has taken place and the parts come into contact with the outer air, reach their complete formation within a maximum of five to seven seconds, at which occasion the fly is also completely finished.

[18] Behold, that is the birth, or rather the certainly not a little remarkable origin of the fly, and it must seem wonderful enough to every observer!

[19] Alone, all this is nevertheless still the least miraculous of this animal. What will still follow in the shortest possible time, you will first be largely amazed and astonished about. And so we let this remarkable thing continue tomorrow!

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