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Many
animals tell me they reincarnate.
A note from Violet:
I have lived many lifetimes as a Siamese cat, which is a form I
prefer. Whenever I take a physical body, I have specific reasons
for what I choose to experience in that life. My last life and
this one are closely connected, as you will see from the story.
Remember, the cat is in charge.
With love and blessings,
Violet
My Siamese friend,
Violet, left her body this summer.
She exited through her 3rd eye after 10 months of illness.
Five days later, Violet visited in spirit form. "We still
have a lot of healing work to do together for others and for the
Earth," she announced, " I want to be a Siamese again.
"
A year ago, a client
had given me the business card of Reprise Siamese Cattery in Bridgeport.
On the card is a picture of two old style Siamese kittens.
I made an appointment.
Violet
planned to check out the cattery with me.
How much could I tell the breeder, I wondered?
I proceeded with cat-like caution.
Julie
Russell and Adele greeted me warmly.
We sat among the cats, with Peter, the king, and his queens and
babies resting and playing all around us.
These cats were full bodied with luxurious coats, and they were
all over me with their fearless curiosity.
The energy felt warm and loving.
Did I dare tell these folks what was going on?
We
chatted about what an Animal Communicator does, and how I can talk to
animals in body and in spirit. Then
my hostesses shared a most extraordinary personal story.
Adele’s
mother had died recently. At
the moment of death, Adele was resting while Julie and a hospice nurse
were with her mother. The nurse verified the mother’s pulse and
respiration, and noted the time of death.
The body was straightened and the bedding adjusted so that when
Adele came in her mother would look nice.
Then Julie brought Adele in to see her mother, who had not
breathed at all for the last 20-25 minutes.
As
soon as Adele sat by the side of the bed, her mother opened her eyes,
and took a deep breath. Adele
and Julie both saw a golden bright light completely filling the room.
The hospice nurse fainted and had to be carried out. While speaking to Adele, her mother took normal breaths.
Then she said goodbye, and her body sank back, lifeless.
Adele
said it was impossible for her mother to have taken any normal breaths
because she had died of lung cancer.
The golden light remained for the entire time they conversed.
This experience had opened both women to spirit in ways they had
never thought possible.
Now
I knew that I could tell Julie and Adele about Violet’s plans.
"She’s here in spirit right now checking out the
cattery," I said. "We'll
talk later, and if she wants to be born here, she’ll tell me." I don’t know what Julie and Adele thought about this, but
they didn’t throw me out, so I was encouraged.
I
described Violet’s dominant, bossy personality.
She had taken over my house when she first arrived, had nursed me
when I had the flu (barely letting me out of bed to get a cup of tea),
and had protected and guarded the house, growling at snow plows.
Julie assured me that Siamese females were often powerful
personalities. I thought
Violet was exceptionally so and that this quality would help them
recognize her in a new body.
On
the drive home, Violet said she liked a young blue-point named Boadicea
Blue. I knew which cat she
meant. Boadicea had been
very affectionate, climbing into my lap, purring, and
trying to get into my tote bag.
Her energy was a fine vibration, and she was pretty, too.
We agreed she’d be the perfect mother for Violet's next
incarnation. Over the next few days, Violet decided to be female, and
either blue or lilac point.
A
few days later, I told Julie about Violet's choices.
There are no coincidences. Boadicea
had just been bred for her first litter.
A
week later, Violet said there was a waiting list in the spirit realm to
get into this cattery. "I’m
negotiating to move up in the queue." I never suspected what that
would mean..
During
the next weeks, I spoke with Violet occasionally.
Each time the image I saw appeared to be younger, smaller, more
kitten-like. Violet was
preparing to return. In my
next conversation with Julie, she told me Boadicea was definitely
pregnant, the kittens due in late October.
It looked like all the pieces were in place.
Meanwhile,
Echo, my horse now in spirit, told me an old feline friend of mine would
be coming back again very soon. When
I looked for him at the Humane Society, I met Sakkara, whom I did not
recognize. Then I
introduced Violet and Sakkara telepathically.
Instant recognition! A
wave of love and joy passed between them that was so strong it brought
tears to my eyes.
Sakkara
came home a week later. She
was about a year old and had already raised a litter of kittens whom she
missed very much. She is sweet, loving, gentle, and very nurturing.
Two
weeks later, I had a message from Julie on my answering machine.
"There’s a 8 week old kitten here who is very upset and we’re
not sure why. Her mother is Boadicea’s full sister who lives with a
friend of ours. We
brought her and her siblings to the main cattery on Tuesday.
When she got here, she became very upset and has been screaming
ever since. She’s also
giving her aunts a terrible time. When
they try to discipline her, she hisses at them.
If they cuff her with a paw to correct her, she stands up to
them. Her personality has
changed. Instead of a
demure female, she’s an alpha cat.
Do you think this might be Violet?
When we say that name, she stares at us.
I think she is trying to tell me something."
"This sounds like her." I replied.
"Violet always responded to her name.
She also hissed at other cats and wouldn’t let me adopt a
second one."
We
arranged a phone session with Adele holding the kitten, whom she
described as “a female blue-point, unusually large for her age, with a
crick at the end of her tail".
Kitten:
"It’s about time!!"
(paws on hips image)
Nedda:
"Violet, is that you?"
Kitten:
"Of course it’s me. Come
get me."
Nedda:
"Adele, this is definitely Violet.
Violet, I can’t come right away.
I wasn’t expecting you so soon and I have to prepare for your
arrival."
Violet:
"When can you come?" (much calmer now)
Nedda:
"I have to discuss that with Julie.
Please calm down and stop screaming at everyone."
Violet:
"I had to make sure they called you." (Purr, purr,
purr)
Nedda:
"And they have, and now I know you’re there.
So please behave yourself and be nice to everyone.
Let Julie and me work this out."
Violet:
"We have to adjust our energies to strengthen our personal
connection." (We made
the adjustment.)
To
Adele’s and Julie's amazement, the kitten’s demeanor changed as soon
as we made the appointment, and changed even more as soon as I began
speaking with her telepathically. By
the end of our talk, she was completely calm.
I
told Adele some other things about Violet, how she had used her paws
like hands, spreading out her fingers to admire them as if her nails had
just been polished. Adele
said this kitten used her paws like little hands, too.
So many details matched exactly.
I was very excited and eager to see this kitten.
The
following Friday, I drove to the cattery to bring Violet home.
According to Adele, Violet spent the entire morning standing on
her hind feet looking out through the glass in the screen door as if
waiting for someone. On previous days, she had sprawled in the sunshine,
but had not tried to look out.
When
we finally got home, Violet and Sakkara met nose to nose.
The kitten who had hissed at every other adult feline did not
make a sound. She
crouched a bit to say she was just a kitten, showing deference to her
older friend. Sakkara
proceeded to mother her. Violet's
only protests came when Sakkara vigorously washed her face.
They immediately ate together, played together, and slept together
- feline heaven all around.
Per
instructions from the cattery’s manual for helping new kittens adjust,
I showed Violet where the litter box was several times.
She was annoyed, telling me she remembered where everything was
and asked me to stop treating her like she had never lived here..
It must have been true, because she never made a single error -
an unheard of zero adjustment time.
Violet
decided to keep her name. Her
registered name is Reprise Violet Flame.
She says, "Having a new body is just like changing clothes.
I’m still myself." She
still likes steamed broccoli, and wants to share whatever I’m eating.
She sleeps under the covers with me, just as before.
She only sharpens her claws on a scratching board that lies flat
on the ground, not on a vertical one.
And her third eye is unusually strong, a beam of energy emanating
from her forehead.
What’s
different? Violet
fearlessly jumps and leaps and climbs.
In her last life, having been abandoned seriously affected her
trust. She was distrustful
of all surfaces, even my lap, and would test them carefully before
stepping on them. Now her
courage to climb and leap is restored.
She is also very trusting and affectionate, whereas in her last
life she was quite aloof. She
has a much louder, more powerful purr, too.
Violet
is definitely back, happy and healthy and full of joy.
What a wondrous miracle!!
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