Sacred Journey . . . Returning to Spirit.

July 26, 2017 by  
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Death is not an ending,

but another beginning.

Alter for Sakhara and Violet's spiritual journey.

Alter for Sakhara’s and Violet’s spiritual journey.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

With both Violet and Sakhara ready to leave their bodies at the same time, I was very grateful that Dr. Amy Matthews of Frontier Wellness agreed to come to my home for this sacred event.

I spent the day preparing everything.

I opened a vortex to the higher realms, grounded it into the Earth, expanded it to include our entire property, and spun it up to just below the speed of light.

I called in many powerful and loving beings:  Mother Earth, Father Sun, the Overlighting Deva of my property, the Spirits of the Four Directions, My I Am Presence, the I Am’s of all four of my cats; the spirit guides of Violet and Sakhara, Ascended Masters with whom I have a connections, and Echo.

I requested that my energy bodies and those of all the cats be cleared, and that Sakhara and Violet bodies be especially prepared to allow them an easy and comfortable exit.

I created an alter that included photos of Violet and Sakhara, crystals, tea roses for each cat, candles, and incense.

I straightened up the house a bit so that the space would be in the best possible condition to support their sacred passage.

It isn’t easy to help our animals leave, and sometimes animals do want to move out on their own.  For these two, assistance was requested.

Photo of Sakhara.

Sakhara had been asking to go for a number of weeks, but I delayed to be sure that she wasn’t just emotionally depressed.

I could feel that her body was breaking down now, and still she was fully present.  It was clear that she needed help.  When I made the appointment with Amy, it was only for Sakhara.

By the next day, I sensed that Violet, too, was ready.

In Memoriam, Violet

When Amy arrived, we sat and talked for a few minutes.  I explained that I felt Violet had decided it was her time to depart, too.

Dr. Matthews is very tuned into animals, quite telepathic, and she soon sensed for herself that both cats were ready to leave.

EUTHANASIA

Sakhara wanted to be first.  I asked if she still wanted to do this.  “Yes.” Sakhara said emphatically.

We all three sat on Wee Wee pads I had placed on the carpet in front of the alter.  Sakhara was in my arms and Amy began to explain to Sakhara how we would proceed.

Melissa, our youngest.

Melissa, our youngest.

We were immediately interrupted by Melissa, who always wants to be the center of attention and who, despite my best efforts, still had unresolved issues with Sakhara.  That was my signal to remove her from the room.

I gave Sakhara to Amy, and picked Melissa up.  As I walked down the hall, I told her why she had to be in another room at this time.  I placed her gently there and shut the door.  I fully expected her to protest loudly and long about this, but she settled down within a minute and remained quiet throughout the euthanasia process.

Now with Sakhara again in my arms, Violet in her window seat, and Starlight wandering about, Amy injected the drug.  We had tried to give a tranquilizer first, but Sakhara refused to present a vein.  So she received the euthanasia meds which also contained a tranquilizer.

Sakhara relaxed into my arms and we all quietly waited for her to move out of her body.  It seemed to be taking a long time.  Amy and I both checked her energy several times, and found she was still very strongly present.

Finally Amy suggested we ask for help from the spirit beings I had invited.

Quan Yin stepped forward and scooped Sakhara’s spirit into her arms.  With Amy and me energetically holding the space, Sakhara’s spirit moved completely out of her physical body.

When it was clear that Sakhara had gone, we closed her eyes.  Amy took her body from me.  She placed it gently on a towel and curled it up into a comfortable position, as if Sakara were asleep.

After a few deep breaths and a glass of water each to refresh ourselves, it was Violet’s turn.

I looked at Violet.

“Ready?”  I asked her.

“Yes, definitely,” she replied.

I lifted up Violet’s very frail body.  She had stopped eating the previous day and had drunk no water this day.  I had given her electrolytes and water by dropper a number of times so that her mind would be clear enough to make the decision.

She was still somewhat dehydrated, yet her mind was very clear.

So I sat on the floor again and held her in my lap.  I checked her auric field, and she was already expanded more than 2 feet out from her body.   She was in the process of departure, yet she wanted our help.

After the injection, Violet left very quickly.  Amy took her body and placed it gently on another towel.

STARLIGHT AND MELISSA SAY GOODBYE

Starlight

Starlight

Starlight had been sitting in the cat tree behind me throughout the euthanasia process.   Now she got up and went to each body, sniffed each one, and then walked away.  I could feel her sadness and her acceptance that they were both gone.

Then I went to the room where I had left Melissa.  She was sitting quietly.  I invited her to join us.

Sakhara’s body was close to the hall down which Melissa had to come to enter the living room.  Amy and I watched her as she sniffed Sakhara body and then struck at it with her paw.  She left it, and then came back and hit it twice more.  Finally, she walked away and didn’t look back.

There was some terrible and very old karma between Sakhara and Melissa that Amy and I both knew about.  Amy felt that this was Melissa’s way of letting go of some of what remained of her very old and deep anger towards Sakhara.  So we let her strike the body as many times as she wanted.  Since then, Melissa has felt free to be “Top Cat” at last.

Melissa walked over to see Violet’s body.  She sniffed it, and I could feel her energy shift.  There was some real grief there.

PREPARING THE BODIES FOR BURIAL

When both the young cats were finished, I got some plastic bags that I had set aside for the bodies.  Each body was gently laid into a bag and twist-tied off.

I checked to make sure that their consciousness had gone sufficiently that it would be OK to place them in the basement freezer.

For the next few days, I burned candles and incense on the alter until it felt that the ceremony was complete.

OM, SHANTI.  SHANTI.  SHANTI.

PEACE.  PEACE.  PEACE.

inner peace

Everything and everyone felt very peaceful.  I felt completely at peace within myself, and the house also felt peaceful.  Starlight and Melissa were very quiet for an entire week.

The energies of the house kept shifting around.  The spaces that Violet and Sakhara had previously filled so beautifully were now being integrated in a new way.

Starlight, Melissa, and I spent a great deal of quiet time together, and I slept quite a bit.  I hadn’t realized how stressed and exhausted I had become caring for the two elder cats who no longer needed all that energy and attention.

It was time for them to go and to be at peace, and peace is what we all received.

BURIAL

On Saturday, July 15, two days after the euthanasia ceremony, my friendly contractor, Dave, came over and dug a grave for Violet’s and Sakhara’s bodies to share.  It felt right for the bodies to be together.

Dave told me he has 14 cat graves at his home — cats belonging to everyone in his family.  So he felt very comfortable acting as undertaker for Violet’s and Sakhara’s remains.

While he dug the hole, I brought up the bodies from the basement freezer and unwrapped them.  Although their bodies were completely frozen, their fur still felt soft and silky.  It felt strange to be able to stroke their bodies and feel how soft their fur was.

Dave took some ferns growing in my yard and made a bed with them inside the hole he had dug. He placed the bodies on the ferns.  He handed me two flowers he had picked, a lily and a wild rhododenron, which I placed on their bodies inside the grave.

Then Dave said, “I don’t like throwing dirt in their faces.”  So I put one of the plastic bags on top of their heads, and Dave filled in the grave.

GRIEVING AND HEALING

Things are quiet here, now, and I feel a great sense of relief.  There had been so much chaos while I did my best to care for Violet and Sakhara’s elder needs and the needs of two young, healthy, energetic cats all at the same time.

Starlight and Melissa

Starlight and Melissa

The entire household has shifted into a higher, lighter vibration.   Their passage into spirit opened a much needed space for new things to enter.  It’s ironic, but the car I was seeking to buy showed up immediately after they decided to transition.

So all is well as Starlight, Melissa, and I grieve and reorganize our energies into a new, dynamic family pattern, letting go of the past, and being fully present in each “now” moment.

PERFECTION

There is a beautiful Sanskrit prayer that I love very much.
It’s a great teaching, and I always remember it when challenges appear.

Om.  Pernamadah, purnamidam.
Pernat purnamadacyate.
Purnasya purnamadaya
Purnamevavsisyate.
Om Shanti, Shanti Shanti.

Om.  That is perfect.  This is perfect.
From the perfect springs the perfect.
If the perfect is taken from the perfect,

the perfect remains.
Om.  Peace.  Peace. Peace.

My dear friends are flying free, now.  They are both in healing spaces and I haven’t heard from either of them.  That’s perfect, too.

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In Memoriam: Violet

In Memoriam, Violet

A CAT FOR ALL SEASONS

Violet reincarnated to be with me for 4 lifetimes.  At the close of this life, I want to honor all 4 incarnations of this amazing being.

If you’re not sure you believe in reincarnation, this memorial might give you some food for thought.

FIRST LIFETIME

In her first life with me, Violet was a black and white male cat my sisters and I named Felix, after the cartoon character.  It was a short life, and that’s all I remember about it.  We had many cats, all of whom lived outside with shelter in the garage.

SECOND LIFETIME

In her second life with me, Violet was a muted tortoiseshell named Sappho.  She was very Siamese-like, with larger ears and a dominant attitude.  We were very, very close.

She was born in Maine at one of my sister’s homes and we bonded on the long car trip home.

We were together for 7 years until my life took me away to find out who I was.  Sappho went to live with someone else.  She left her body soon after.

THIRD LIFETIME — A POWERFUL REUNION

Violet in her 3rd lifetime.

Violet sitting on the back stoop.  She was terribly cross-eyed, but still gorgeous.

In her third life with me, Violet came as a blue point Siamese rescued from the streets.  She was nearly half starved.  When I got her home, she settled onto my heart center, and I instantly recognized her as having been Sappho.

Violet was terrified of going out on the stoop, so one day I carried her outside.  Her fear and panic were palpable.  This is how I learned that she had been picked up and put outside and abandoned.

So the healing began around that, too.  Soon she felt comfortable sitting on the back stoop, where I would sit with her so she never felt abandoned.

Violet assigned herself the role of my personal supervisor, whether I wanted one or not.

If I was sick, she would never leave my side.  If I got out of bed for tea or soup, she would run up and down the stairs demanding vocally and telepathically that I “get back in that bed so I can heal you.”

Unfortunately, Violet never fully recovered from the stress and damage she had gone through on the streets.  She also had powerful emotional debris around my leaving her and keeping Echo, my Arabian horse, who had been with me during Violet’s previous life with me.

Echo was still with me when Violet came back, and Violet’s jealousy was intense.  When Echo was euthanized in 1998, Violet announced, “I’m in charge of your life now.

Three days later, Echo visited in spirit and Violet, mortified, became seriously ill.  I nursed her diligently for 10 months, but she wasn’t strong enough to recover.  She had been with me only 4 and a half years.  Her jealously had turned into leukemia.

FOURTH, MOST RECENT LIFETIME

Violet as a kitten.

Violet “walked in”  to become a Siamese kitten again.

Five days after being euthanized in August, 1999, Violet showed up in spirit and began demanding that we plan her return together.  She insisted on coming back through a Siamese cattery.  She completely orchestrated her return as a female, Siamese Blue Point kitten.

The week I expected her to be born, she “walked in” to the body of an 8-week old female and began screaming at the humans who were considering her for another family.  The previous personality had been very demure, so the sudden change in behavior got the attention of the breeder at Reprise Siamese.  They called and asked me to speak with the upset baby.

As soon as I connected with the kitten, I heard:

VIOLET:  “Where are you?  Come get me!  They want to give me to someone else.”

NEDDA:  “Calm down Violet.  You’ve made your point.  I’ll come get you in a few days.”

I was late arriving to pick up Violet, who sat by the front door of the cattery the entire morning waiting for me.  The breeder said she would stand up on her tiny legs and try to look out through the screen door.  When I came in the house, she took off running through the cattery crying, “She’s here!  She’s here!”

When we got home, Violet stepped out of the cat carrier as though she had just been away for a short car trip.  She recognized where she was immediately.  She took over the house as if she had never left.  She knew where the food was, where the litter box was, and despite being very tiny, made it up the stairs to claim her place in “her” bed where she allowed me sleep.

Sakhara was here to greet Violet that first day.  Sakhara took one look at her as she emerged from the cat carrier, and said, “You need a bath,” whereupon a protesting kitten was thoroughly washed.

Thus began the nearly 18 years of Violet’s fourth lifetime with me.

— SANDY

Sandy, the male kitten Violet rejected.

Sandy, about 10 months old when I caught him.

Violet never wanted another cat in my life.  I was grateful she had allowed Sakhara to come.  We had discussed this while Violet was still in spirit, and she had given permission for me to bring Sakhara home.

In 2004, I used a Have-a-Heart trap to catch a young, grey tiger, male I named Sandy.  He had been abandoned in the neighborhood, and I had been feeding him and other feral cats in the back yard.

Violet was furious and insanely jealous.  She attacked Sandy constantly as I tried to integrate him, and I found the tip of his tail bleeding several times.

Then, Violet stopped eating.  She was fretting, running up and down the stairs, and losing weight.  So I gave up any attempts to integrate Sandy, and found him another home.

— STARLIGHT ARRIVES

After Violet’s intense reaction to Sandy, you can imagine my concerns when Echo announced in 2012 that she was coming back to me as a kitten.

Would Violet welcome Echo back in any form?

Could they learn to live together?

Violet, Sakhara, and Starlight in window seat.

Violet, Sakhara, and Starlight in window seat.

Fortunately for all of us, Violet agreed that Starlight could come.  She and Sakhara had actual meetings about it.  I walked into a room one day where the two of them were “in conference” about the kitten who would soon arrive.  They shooed me out, as this was “private.”

The two adult cats decided that Violet would take the lead in integrating Starlight and teaching her “how to be a cat.”  Starlight immediately fell in love with Violet and totally acquiesced to Violet’s authority.  This made it easy for Violet to accept her.

Starlight says:

I love Violet.  She was a wonderful teacher.  I think she was mystified because I always wanted to play and she was so serious, but she was also very patient with me, and very loving, too.

Violet gave me a lot of rules of follow, but then her heart softened and she forgave Echo.  Once that happened, she was more generous about allowing me to do things, like sit in Nedda’s lap in the living room to be brushed.

I miss Violet very much and hope to speak with her soon.

— TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

And now it’s time to say goodbye to Violet yet again.  Not easy to do at all.

Violet in 2015

Violet in 2015.

Violet was named for the Violet Flame or Violet Ray which is guarded by Ascended Master St. Germain.  She is a very advanced healer, which she demonstrated many times both in caring for me and others, and helping me do healings for clients.

If I hadn’t been telepathic with animals, I never would have known Violet’s sense of humor.  Her wise cracks and cryptic remarks often caused me to burst with peals of laughter.

For example,

I’m taking a bath.  The bathroom is located off a hall that goes between 2 bedrooms.  Violet is going up and back between the two rooms calling for me.

The door to the bathroom is open, so I can see and hear Violet as she goes by.

NEDDA:  “Violet, what are you doing?”

VIOLET:  “I’m playing hide and seek.”

NEDDA:  “Who are you playing with?”

VIOLET:  “You.”

NEDDA:  “Violet, you know I’m in the bathtub.”

VIOLET:  “Yes, but I don’t like getting wet, so I’m looking for you out here.”

There’s no question in my mind that Violet is a strong minded, strong willed soul who insisted on doing things her own way.  Sakhara often sat back and watched us argue about things, refusing to get involved.

She smashed a lovely 14″ porcelain statue of Quan Yin because I wasn’t paying attention to her despite her demands for me to leave the computer.

She bit both ears of a lovely statue of the Egyption cat goddess, Bast.

Violet loved to sit in my lap, to constantly touch me, and be close.  She was very good at claiming me.  Violet had a great deal of tenacity, and what she wanted, she usually got because she never, ever gave up.

Sakhara, being an expert mother cat, allowed Violet to do whatever she wanted.  This contributed to Sakhara not having much cuddling for herself.

It took both Sakhara and me to raise Violet, who was very active.  As my “Supervisor” she went everywhere I went in the house.  When repairmen came she would inspect them, their tools, and everything they did.  It all had to meet with her approval.

As a kitten, Violet would wrestle with Sakhara, who was a much larger cat than a Siamese.

“Moma” Sakhara would hold Violet down, being the adult, and Violet would scream as though she were being murdered.  As soon as she got free, she would jump on Sakhara’s head as if nothing had happened.

I asked her about this one day, and she said, “My scream is like the sounds made in Karote, the equivalent of ‘Hai Yah!'”  I had to laugh.  It sounded nothing like that to my human ears, but what did I know?

— THE END TIMES

For the last 3 years of her life, Violet was in renal failure.  I managed her health with lots of love, a natural electrolyte mix, and various other holistic remedies.  In addition, she had chiropratic whenever she needed it.

Because of a bad reaction to a rabies vaccine when Violet was about 4 years old, she was chronically constipated her whole life.  This got worse with the kidney failure, and in the last few months made things very uncomfortable for her.  While I never gave up trying to find a solution to all this, time wore her body down.

So on Tuesday, July 11, 2017, when Sakhara and I and our veterinarian, Dr. Amy Matthews of Animal Wellness in East Granby, CT, made the appointment for Sakhara’s euthaniasia at my home, I got off the phone, and turned immediately to speak with Violet, lying comfortably in one of the cat beds on the bay window ledge.  I spoke to her quietly.

“Violet.  Please consider what I’m about to tell you.”

Violet lifted her head and looked right at me.

“Amy is coming Thursday evening, two nights from now, and Sakhara will be helped to leave her body.  She’s ready and wants to go and wants help to do it.

“I love you very much and I don’t want to rush you to leave.  However, I do encourage you to think about leaving when Sakhara does on Thursday.

“Your body is really struggling, and I’m not sure you’re able to make it comfortably until next week.  Amy won’t be able to come back a second time before then, and the last thing I want for you is a trip to an emergency vet.

“I don’t want you to be in terrible pain, and I would take you if you need to go.  But I’m really OK if you want to leave when Sakhara leaves.”

Violet put her head back down and closed her eyes.  She said nothing at all, but I could feel her considering the situation.

The next morning, Violet ate, and then vomited her entire breakfast.  She refused any more food.

On Thursday morning, Violet stopped drinking water.  I could feel the shift in her.  She was already beginning the process of departure.

Violet was euthanized that evening right after Sakhara.

Her spirit was already expanded 2 feet out from her body before she was given the injection.

Her guides where there to welcome her and take her home.

PHOTO SERIES:  THE MANY EXPRESSIONS OF VIOLET

Violet after breakfast bath.

Violet’s daily after-breakfast bath.

Violet peeking around a door.

Violet peeking around a door.

Violet and Melissa.

Violet readily accepted Melissa, who helped keep Violet physically moving and active.

Magnificent Violet

Magnificent!

 

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In Memoriam: Sakhara

Photo of Sakhara.

Sakhara came to me from the Humane Society on October 5, 1999, shortly before Violet returned from spirit.  She had birthed a litter of kittens there, and then nursed many others who had lost their mothers.

When I brought her home, she was very thin, having given her all to so many kittens.  I’d never have guessed the true color of her fur because only the undercoat, a pale cameo color, was there.

The Humane Society estimated her age at 1 and a half years, but one of my veterinarians thought she was at least a year older than that.

The first night we were together, I had an allergic reaction and reluctantly had to lock Sakhara out of my bedroom.

Although I was able to resolve my allergies completely the very next day with hypnotherpy and NLP, that first night seemed to set the tone of our relationship.  Circumstances chronically seemed to interfere with us creating the close bond we both wanted.

Sakhara was a very dominant cat, but her style was sweet, compassionate, and gentle. She never fought with anyone.  She might hiss and raise a paw, but you knew from her energy and her eyes that you’d better back up fast.

Sakhara was a powerful teacher of patience and kindness.  Even as a small kitten, Violet would tell Animal Communication students that she (Violet) was “top cat” in our family, but Sakhara would tell them, “I’m really top cat, but I let Violet think that she is.”  How true!

Sakhara in cuddle cup.

The most reticent cat I’ve even known.

The most reticent cat I’ve ever known, I found it difficult to have conversations with Sakhara.   She would refuse to answer my questions.  She kept her feelings about most things to herself, and when she was younger, I was not as tuned into her subtle ways.

Fortunately, she was more generous with my TWA (Telepathy with Animals) students, who highly valued her teachings.

Being ground was one of Sakhara’s most important services to me and my home.  In a TWA  course, she once showed someone an image of me floating high above her like a Macy’s Parade balloon, tethered to her for grounding.Snoopy balloon

For most of her life, Sakhara had various digestive problems.  She eventually had to have dental surgery.  Her teeth were so fragile that the surgery took 3 hours because her teeth kept breaking and had to be removed piece by piece.

When I finally got her home from surgery that night, Violet didn’t recognize Sakhara because her scent was radically changed from all the anesthesia and drugs.  Violet told me over and over,

“You brought home the wrong cat.  Go back and get my friend.”  Thwack!  Violet would cuff me.

This went on for at least 5 days, which was hard on all of us.  Finally, Sakhara “smelled” right to Violet, and I was forgiven.

About 4 years ago, Sakhara was found to be hyperthyroid and had to be on medication for the rest of her life to control it.  Although she was never diagnosed with kidney issues, I treated her as though her kidneys were failing because she drank large amounts of water for a cat on a raw food diet.

Melissa

Melissa

Melissa, our newest addition, had trouble integrating with Sakhara.  Melissa wanted to be “top cat” and Sakhara, even tho’ in ill health, refused to pass the torch to Melissa.

Melissa became more and more aggressive towards Sakhara, who began withdrawing and spending most of her time in her cat cave with Violet.

Nothing I did worked to resolve things, especially as Sakhara seemed to lack the energy to stand up for herself with Melissa.

The times Sakhara did hiss and raise a paw at Melissa, the younger cat would back off.  But Sakhara didn’t have the energy to keep doing that.  She soon became head shy whenever Melissa approached her, and Melissa, being very fast, resorted to sneak attacks when I tried to interfere.

Moving towards departure.

About 6 weeks prior to her leaving, I set up a place for Sakhara in the huge dog crate in another room so she could have some peace.  It had become impossible for her to eat or use the litter box without having to get past Melissa when she was in the main part of the house, and Sakhara no longer wanted to be there.

Sakhara readily settled into her new private space.  She was depressed and kept saying she wanted to leave her body.  Some days she ate more; other days less.

It was challenging to sort out what was going on.

Was she depressed because she was in the room alone?

Was she depressed because of how things were with Melissa?

Was the depression because she didn’t feel well physically?

If I found ways to help her feel better, would she then want to stay?

Sakhara got chiropractic and acupuncture and other alternative remedies, but nothing seemed to turn the tide.  Meanwhile, her bowel function had also deteriorated and was making her quite miserable.

Sakhara and Violet, July 2017

Sakhara and Violet, July 2015 – Buddies for Life

The day after Sakhara moved into her space, I carried Violet in to see her.  They had never been parted, and I knew Violet was upset.

Understatement!

Violet took one look at the situation and began screaming with rage at what was happening.

With Violet still in my arms, still yelling loudly, I withdrew.

It took Violet another two days to accept that Sakhara wanted to be in there and was getting read to leave.

Finally, on Tuesday, July 11, 2017, both Dr. Amy Matthews, D.V.M. of Frontier Wellness in East Granby, CT,  and I reached agreement.  Sakhara wanted and needed to leave, and needed help to accomplish it.  We made an appointment for the evening of July 13, 2017 for Amy to come to my home for euthanasia.

I immediately told Violet, Starlight, and Melissa what had been decided.

Their reactions?

Melissa was happy.

Starlight was sad.

Violet was resigned.

And then I said to Violet,

“Violet, you aren’t doing very well either.  You know that your body, too, is failing.  Please consider that you can leave the same night as Sakhara.  Otherwise, you may have to wait until next week, and that might be very difficult and uncomfortable for you physically.  Or we may have to go to an emergency veterinarian center, and I don’t want you to have to go through that.”

Violet just looked at me, and didn’t respond.

Sakhara left her body on Thursday, June 13, 2017 between 8:30 and 10:30 p.m. with the assistance of our veterinarian friend, Amy Matthews.  Amy came to my home so that the entire process could be gentle, peaceful, and sacred.

Starlight in cat tree with toy.

Starlight

Starlight says this about Sakhara:

I love Sakhara.  She was an inspiration to me.  Although she didn’t want to play much by the time I came, she would always make an effort while I was a kitten to play just a little.  She was gentle and kind as I was learning how to be a cat.

Now, I miss her very much.  I hope she comes to speak with me soon because I want her to know how much I still care about her and how much I miss her.

Sakhara was truly a beautiful cat, and also a beautiful being.  We have all been blessed by her presence.  Despite all the challenges, or maybe because of all the lessons she taught me, my love and appreciation for her continues to grow.

PHOTO SERIES:  Sakhara at Play 

Sakhara at Play

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A Feline Soap Opera?

June 26, 2017 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts

Does living with

an Animal Communicator

mean everyone gets along?

Melissa and Starlight playing.

Melissa and Starlight playing.

There’s no question that integrating cats can be very, very challenging. In my last post about Melissa’s integration I thought I had finally turned a corner.  Well, maybe that was just another corner in a complex maze.

In the wild, domestic cats naturally live in multi-generational female family groups, like lions do.  But when confined indoors and when the cats are not related to each other, conflict may be difficult to overcome.

In our human families, we bring cats together who have no biological relationship to each other.  That can make for great challenges, as it’s not natural for them to live this way.

When Starlight came nearly 5 years ago (That long ago?  Really?) and was quickly integrated in about 2 months, I could hardly believe it was that easy.

Of course, there had been lots of preparation done, even before she was born.  Furthermore, Starlight has a very sweet disposition.  She doesn’t like to challenge anyone about anything.  So naturally, the existing hierarchy was never questioned and all was well.

Then came Melissa.

Melissa sharpening her claws.

Melissa, by personality and possibly genetics, is a very dominant cat.

She wanted to take over the cattery where she was born.

Then at 6 months of age, she expected to dominate all 3 cats in my family.

Despite all my efforts to dissuade her, Melissa knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t about to back down.

She refused to listen to anything I had to say (a perpetual teenager?) and still screams at me when I start to tell her something she doesn’t want to hear.

Sometimes I get an image of a child having a tantrum, screaming and putting her paws (fingers) in her ears.

From her very first day here, Melissa never showed the slightest subservience to the top cat, Sakhara, and never intended anything but to rule the household.

I have explained that there are various way to express dominance, and that violence is not always the best way.  But of course, with “paws in ears” Melissa hasn’t heard me and completely rejects my requests.

Melissa is now over 2 years old.  

Melissa is now the dominant cat. 

Her relationships with Violet and Starlight are, overall, well balanced and respectful, most of the time.

However, with Sakhara, the conflict continues unabated.

Sakhara refuses to officially give up her position.

Melissa continues to hit Sakhara at least once a day, and goes out of her way to do so.  Even if Sakhara’s sitting in my lap and minding her own business, Melissa will attack.  I can see in Melissa’s eyes and body language when she’s getting ready to strike.

Nothing I’ve done to try to stop this has made any difference at all except in the moment.  If I hiss at Melissa or admonish her, she backs off and then just waits until I’m not watching.

Because of Sakhara’s age and overall health (around 21 years old), I still run interference.  To me, Sakhara is due some deference, as she’s always been kind, caring, and considerate to others.

Sakhara has chosen to sleep in a room by herself with the door closed.  This way she doesn’t have to get past Melissa to get to a litter box after I’ve gone to bed.  I’m fine with this, but when I open her door in the morning, Melissa charges in right past me at lightning speed.

In my efforts to resolve things between these two, I discovered a past life in which Melissa and Sakhara had a terrible conflict that resulted in horrible torture and death for Melissa. Melissa is unforgiving, and Sakhara won’t even forgive herself.

So the karma continues.

While I haven’t completely given up my efforts to help each of these beautiful beings find inner peace, there’s a powerful lesson for me in all this.  While meditating one day, I was told to use this affirmation:

“I accept God’s Perfection in everything.

I let go of having to fix everything.”

Truly a powerful lesson.  It’s not up to me to resolve this.  It’s up to them.

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Melissa in My Heart

November 13, 2016 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, Animal Healing, New Posts

The Power of the Heart-to-Heart Connection.

Melissa in my heart.

Melissa snuggling into my heart.

Melissa has been with us just over a year.  Her integration has been full of challenges for everyone.  She’s been teaching us and we’ve been teaching her, too.

Recently, it occurred to me that creating a permanent heart link with Melissa would help her feel more accepted and more loved.  She was eager to do it, even after I reminded her that I already have this connection with Violet and Echo and Starlight.

Once it was created, Melissa began getting into my lap and doing her best to climb inside my shirts.  As you can see, she doesn’t always fit completely inside it.

Some of my friends are suggesting that I must be part kangaroo, and she wants to be my “Joey.”

Joey in kangaroo pouch.

Joey in mom kangaroo’s pouch.

A Neurological Disconnect

Although she’s the youngest member of my feline family, Melissa sees herself as the dominant cat, or “top cat.”  Because this is Sakhara’s position, and Sakhara isn’t ready to retire, the two of them have had some difficulties.

Sakhara, age 19, is a very grounded, Earth-energy being who doesn’t believe in fighting.  She will hiss and will raise a paw to cuff with claws sheathed, but she won’t start a fight and won’t participate in a fight.

In contrast, Melissa is very young (about 18 months old now) and full of energy.  She had been swatting at Sakhara and going out of her way to do it.  Even when we were all sitting quietly on the sofa, Melissa would suddenly approach Sakhara and hit her in the fact.  Sakhara began jerking her head back in anticipation of being hit whenever Melissa approached her .

Melissa would also come up to Violet and hit her in the face or jump on her head and back, which can injure Violet, age 17 and a bit frail.

Starlight, age 4, loves to wrestle and play with Melissa, but doesn’t expect to be hit.  The few times Melissa raised a paw to her, Starlight was startled and gave Melissa a disdainful look.

To stem the wave of aggressive behavior, I pulled out all the stops.

Melissa has been treated with

  • flower essences (to remove aggressive emotional patterns),
  • chiropractic (to eliminate physical pain),
  • homeopathy (to balance her physical/emotional/mental/and spiritual aspects),
  • hands-on-healing techniques whenever they seemed called for.

I’ve had varying successes, all short lived.

melissa_magnificent

“Claiming my person hasn’t been easy.”

I also took a more rational (and sometimes irrational) approach.  I explained, and explained, and yelled, and explained the “house rules,” and finally even did a “time out” or two with Melissa, all to no avail.

I reassured Melissa that we all loved her and that hitting anyone was unacceptable.  She’s a brilliant cat, and I knew she understood.

Why was she continuing to hit everyone?

Hitting is different than the play she does with Starlight.  Together they chase, jump on each other, wrestle, and bite and chew on each other.  “Sneak attacks” are common and accepted by both.  They also cuddle and sleep together every day.

When I began training in The Emotion Code™, Dr. Bradley Nelson’s amazing system for eliminating emotional blocks, Melissa was one of my first “clients.”  I got some good results, but the hitting continued.  Melissa heart is very defended and I have not yet removed the barrier she put there for emotional protection.

I had also purchased The Body Code™, Dr. Bradley Nelson’s advanced healing system software.  Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I did some sessions using this modality with Melissa, too.  It was through these sessions that I discovered something of great importance:

Melissa had a neurological disconnect.

She was unable to remember not to hit.

She KNEW hitting was unacceptable.

She just couldn’t stop herself from doing it.

She’d hit someone, and then think, “oops.”

This was new information for me.

I had this insight when I started reconnecting her neurological system.

My next insight was that Melissa had not be able to talk to me about it until I began to reconnect and realign her nervous system.  Not being able to talk about it was another symptom of the problem.

It was going to take more than one Body Code™ session to completely reconnect her neurological pathways, but in the meantime I had to protect the other cats.  So I asked for spiritual guidance:

What would protect the other cats while Melissa’s healing went forward?

A Family Conference

During the family conference, I explained to everyone that Melissa was having difficulty remembering not to hit.

I invited Violet, Sakhara, and Starlight to all help Melissa.

Each one agreed to remind her, from time to time, not to hit.

The change in Melissa from that moment on

was extraordinary!

After observing her behavior for a few days, I was amazed that she no longer even raised a paw to strike.

I checked in with the other felines.  How frequently were they reminding Melissa not to hit them?

SURPRISE!

They said they didn’t need to remind her, as it didn’t seem to be a problem any more.

I had also observed the Melissa was unusually sweet and cuddly, more so than ever before.

When I asked her what happened, Melissa said,

Melissa's sultry look.

“I know the others accept me now. They all agreed to help me.”

I was stunned!

In the 1960’s and 70’s there were Encounter Groups where people participated in games to learn more about how they interacted with others.  In one activity, everyone would form a circle holding hands, leaving just one person out, and that person had to try to get into the circle.  This revealed each person’s style for getting into a social group that seems to be closed.

Was “aggression” Melissa’s way to

become a member of the group? 

While I don’t have a definitive answer to my question, one thing is clear:  Melissa is now transformed.  She no longer hits the others, although I’ve seen a paw raised once or twice, and she’s much more affectionate towards me.

Another heart snuggle.

Another heart snuggle.

During this time on Earth, as we’re all being encouraged to become heart centered, to live from our hearts, and to connect through our hearts.   Melissa is demonstrating almost daily to me the power of the heart connection.

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