this amazing creature showed up last night...I think he was trying to tell me something.

Katydid teaches attunement to new vibrations and will aid in heightening intuition, sensivity and awareness. They teach transformation in five stages as part of the molting process. Is it time to shed old ideas to make way for the new? Expect changes and new developments that will bring growth through reflection and patience as the sensitivity to mental, emotional and physical challenges are coming are your way. Katydids also teach the art of camouflage and the ability to evolve and use many survival techniques. Are you adapting to your surroundings? Are you blending in or standing out? Katydid will aid in strengthening senses and perceptions of the seen and unseen so whatever transformation stage you are in will be a time to be aware; mentally and spiritually sharp.

Katydid Wisdom......

Jumps across space and time
Leaps of faith
Jumping without knowing where you will land
Astral travel
Leaping over obstacles
New leaps forward
Ability to change careers quickly
 
To an Insect
By Oliver Wendell Holmes.......1831
I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,

Wherever thou art hid,

Thou testy little dogmatist,

Thou pretty Katydid!

Thou mindest me of gentlefolks,--

Old gentlefolks are they,--

Thou say'st an undisputed thing

In such a solemn way.
Thou art a female, Katydid!

I know it by the trill

That quivers through thy piercing notes,

So petulant and shrill;

I think there is a knot of you

Beneath the hollow tree,--

A knot of spinster Katydids,--

Do Katydids drink tea?
Oh, tell me where did Katy live,

And what did Katy do?

And was she very fair and young,

And yet so wicked, too?

Did Katy love a naughty man,

Or kiss more cheeks than one?

I warrant Katy did no more

Than many a Kate has done.
Dear me! I'll tell you all about

My fuss with little Jane,

And Ann, with whom I used to walk

So often down the lane,

And all that tore their locks of black,

Or wet their eyes of blue,--

Pray tell me, sweetest Katydid,

What did poor Katy do?
Ah no! the living oak shall crash,

That stood for ages still,

The rock shall rend its mossy base

And thunder down the hill,

Before the little Katydid

Shall add one word, to tell

The mystic story of the maid

Whose name she knows so well.
Peace to the ever-murmuring race!

And when the latest one

Shall fold in death her feeble wings

Beneath the autumn sun,

Then shall she raise her fainting voice,

And lift her drooping lid,

And then the child of future years

Shall hear what Katy did.