Telepathic Broadcast Part 2

May 30, 2018 by  
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The Universe Answered.

Melissa, the Hunter

If you remember my post, “Telepathic Broadcast,” published on April 25, 2015, I asked the Universe to send me a feline hunter to live in my yard and keep the rodents under control.

Hattie had left her body, my yard was full of chipmunks, and there were mice in the house.

I thought for a long time that the universe hadn’t answered my request at all.

I was mistaken.

Melissa was born on April 24, 2015.  It has taken her a few years to mature into her role as hunter and guardian of our home.

It has also taken until just a few moment ago for me to recognize that Melissa meets all the requirements I set, even tho’ she lives inside with me and Starlight.

During last winter, she perfected her mousing skills indoors.

This spring, she perfected her chipmunk hunting skills outside.  She proudly brings one home nearly every day that she goes out.

I think of her like the Roman Goddess, Diana, and the Greek Goddess, Artemis.   According to Crystalinks.com

[Diana was] the goddess of the hunt and moon and birthing, being associated with wild animals and woodland, and having the power to talk to and control animals. She was equated with the Greek goddess Artemis, though she had an independent origin in Italy.

Melissa is a formidable hunter, focused, persistent, and able to move quicker than a blink.

While some of you may not be comfortable with cats that hunt, hunting is their natural way of being in the 3-D energies in which we’ve all been living.

Melissa is reluctant to move into higher vibrations, although she is clearing up many lifetimes of old stuff.  After all, she chose to be here with me, so she must, at some level, be on a spiritual path.

But for now, I have my magnificent feline hunter, and she is quite adept at her job!

I thank Melissa for being here for a multitude of reasons.

I thank the universe for answering my request, even if it took me 3 years to recognize that my request had been answered.

9 Wild Turkeys – A Spiritual Message?

November 15, 2017 by  
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Wild Turkey

This morning, 9 wild turkeys

came through my back yard.

Needless to say, Melissa and Starlight were both fascinated.

The huge birds meandered along finding a bit of food here and there among the autumn leaves that have yet to be gathered up.

In Native American Medicine Cards, turkey represents gifts, both giving and receiving. The turkey is associated with spirituality and honoring the Earth Mother by living in harmony with her.

Turkey represents the idea that no one wins unless everyone wins, an idea that we must adopt if we are to save our environment from complete and utter destruction.

The appearance of a wild turkey can also mean “shared blessings.”  It is a time to notice how much we are willing to share and how much we cling to a fear of scarcity.

The number nine.

9

In numerology, the number 9 indicates completion and is a powerful spiritual number.

It may indicate reaching a stage in life where you are walking alone, seeking wisdom, strength, and courage to complete one or all of your cycles of life upon Earth.

It can signify being on a spiritual path, which is certainly true for me.

Even my street address number is a 9, and the entire address adds up to a 9 as well.

I’m definitely living in the right place.

Nine Turkeys

So combining the turkey and the 9, can one glean a significance?

When I invite my I Am Presence to speak, I received this message.

These 9 turkeys didn’t come for you alone.  They came for you to share, as you are doing with this message.

For your personal benefit, the turkeys reflect an opening of your heart to give more and to receive more.  The 9 symbolizes the flow of abundance around you.

Giving and receiving must exist together.  If everyone gives and is reluctant to receive, giving would be in vain.

If everyone just wants to receive and no one wants to give, then all will starve from lack.

Those who receive are giving a gift of receiving graciously with appreciation and gratitude to the one giving.

In this way, there is complete harmony and balance.

Each must take her turn in both roles.

So be open to receive the flow of abundance in your life, and be generous in your giving, and you will live in harmony.

I also asked Spirit of Turkey for a message:

Sharing is a way to increase the joy, the beauty, and the love in the world.

Share without expectation.  Receive without judgment.

Then all will be in balance.

 

Telepathic Broadcast

April 25, 2016 by  
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How does the universe respond

when you send out a general broadcast

or telepathic “call”?

 

Help Wanted:  Feline Hunter

Last October, 2015, Hattie, the semi-feral resident feline of my back yard, opted to leave the physical plane.

Hattie resting in feeding stastion.She was over 16 years old and had a lump on her side.  She consciously decided to leave, found a predator to assist her, and disappeared.

Hattie was an amazing hunter and did a fantastic job keeping rodents away.  She was so good at it that I think I took it for granted.

This winter/spring 2016, my two youngest cats, Starlight and Melissa, have been having their first experiences mousing successfully inside my house.

STARLIGHT and MELISSA

Melissa and Starlight in cuddle cup.

MOUSE “ON THE CEILING”

First the two youngsters, Starlight and Melissa,  cornered an adult field mouse.  [See post, “Mouse on the Ceiling?“]  That mouse eventually got away inside the house.

STARLIGHT’S FIRST MOUSE

Then Starlight caught her first mouse and brought it downstairs in her mouth with Melissa close by her side every step of the way.

She and Melissa played with it until I finally caught it in a plastic container and tossed it outside with this message:  “If you’re smart, you won’t come back.”

MELISSA’S FIRST MOUSE

More recently, Melissa, who is under a year old by 1 day as I write this, all on her own caught a baby mouse upstairs.  She brought it downstairs to show off.

Melissa ran around growling while shouting, telepathically, “I did it!  It’s mine!” at the top of her telepathic voice.

So … great news …

My young cats are proving their hunting skills.

NOT so great news …

I have field mice in the house.

My mind contemplates this question …

When did I last have mice in the house?

Answer …

Before Hattie moved into the back yard,

which was more than 8 years ago.

This is not a coincidence!

Probable conclusion …

Hattie must have kept the field mice out.

Possible solution …

I need another backyard resident cat.

Field mice can do a great deal of damage inside the walls of a house.

I believe in the preditor-prey relationship for creating balance.

If you want to listen to an excellent talk on this subject, check out Betty Lewis’s talk, I Am You:  The Predator-Prey Relationship.  [You’ll have to log into the site to listen.  Membership is free.]

So …

I asked Hattie to send us someone whom she feels is qualified to do the job.

She’s agreed.

AND…

I am sending out a”telepathic broadcast” of a job description for a cat who wants to live outside, have a “home” with food and shelter, and is an excellent hunter.

Probably ought to put out some food to make sure the welcome mat is truly welcoming.

There are quite a few feral and semi-feral cats in the neighborhood.

I wonder who will show up?

Possum in the Feeding Station.

March 3, 2015 by  
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Surprise!  Surprise!

opposumSign of Spring?

Yesterday, when I went out to feed Hattie, the feral cat who lives in my yard, I was startled to discover an opposum hiding in the back of Hattie’s feeding station.  It was very dark inside, and I didn’t want to startle it by trying to take a photo, so the picture here is not the actual animal.

Hattie was hungry, and fortunately, the weather had been dry and in the 30’s all day, so I was able to set her bowl of food on the back steps.  I waited for her to eat to make sure the opposum wouldn’t chase her away from her food.

Then I headed to the internet to learn a bit about possums.

Good news.

They rarely if ever get rabies, so I didn’t need to be concerned about that.

They rarely are seen in daylight, either.  They often come out of their dens in early spring when they’re hungry, and since it was dusk here, I figured it was looking for food.

This one was quite reticent and unwilling to communicate telepathically.  Perhaps it wasn’t fully awake, as it’s energy seemed a bit dazed.

I suspected it was in the feeding station because the snow here is still over 3 feet deep and it could sit on Hattie’s mat and keep it’s feet warm after licking up any food remnants from Hattie’s breakfast bowl.

The site I visited also said that if you frighten them they not only become comatose (hence the expression, “playing possum”), but they express their anal glands and leave a terrible smell behind.  I definitely didn’t want that inside Hattie’s feeding station because I won’t be able to clean it or air it out until things warm up quite a bit here and all the snow melts.

Hattie_in_feederHattie in her feeding station.
Photo taken during a warmer season.

I asked Hattie how she felt about the opossum moving into her “house.”

HATTIE:  It’s temporary.  It won’t stay.  I’m not concerned.

NEDDA:  Do you know why it’s here?  It won’t talk to me.

HATTIE:  Looking for food.  It cleaned up the breakfast I didn’t finish.

NEDDA:  Are you getting too much to eat?

HATTIE:  NO!  I just didn’t finish breakfast this morning.

NEDDA:  OK.  Just asking.  It’s been so cold and I’ve been trying to make sure you’re warm enough from the inside out.

HATTIE:  [quizzical image]  Inside out?

NEDDA:  I mean that your body is warm enough even in the terrible cold nights we’ve had.

HATTIE:  Yes, I’m warm.  I’m shedding, too.

NEDDA:  Yes, I noticed.  Is there anything you need from me that you haven’t been getting?

HATTIE:  No.  I’m doing fine.

NEDDA:  Good.  I don’t think I can do anything about the opossum.

HATTIE:  Not your job to do anything.  All is in balance in your yard.  Just allow.

NEDDA:  Good advice.  Thank you.

For those of you who don’t live in New England, we’ve had the coldest February in all of recorded history of weather information.  We also have mountains of snow everywhere.  I’m hoping for a slow melt because if it warms up too fast, the flooding will be terrible.

I’m delighted to hear from Hattie that she’s doing fine.   Hattie’s at least 15 years old and quite wild, so it’s amazing to me that she has survived with the tiny amount of help she gets from me – namely food and water.  She won’t stay in any human made habitat, even on the coldest of nights.  I know where her “cat den” is, but I can’t really see it so I have no idea what it looks like or how she stays warm, except that has a long, very thick coat of fur.

Since we’re all eager for spring, the “sign of the possum” gives me a joyous sense that the seasons are changing.

WELCOME, SPRING!!

Bill to the Rescue.

September 9, 2014 by  
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 Catching a Lost Baby Mouse.

mouseImagine a mouse making a nest under a lawn mower.

This year, a young man named Bill is mowing my lawn for me.  He’s using my walking mower and I have to pick him up and take him home because Bill doesn’t drive.  Bill has autism, but that shouldn’t be his defining characteristic.  Bill is kind and gentle, very intelligent, loves animals, and has a wry sense of humor.

It can be challenging to work with someone like Bill, but there are many benefits.  Today, he saved the life of a baby field mouse.

Bill took the lawn mower out of the garage, checked the gasoline level, and started it up.  To my horror, out from under the machine came a mother field mouse (brownish in color), dragging 3 grey babies who were attached to her tits nursing and wouldn’t let go.  I immediately had Bill turn off the mower.  I was horrified, while at the same time delighted that the mother had gotten away with all 3 babies unharmed.

Momma mouse, still dragging her babies, ran into some low creeping plants next to my driveway, and disappeared.  That she had been living under the mower, which hadn’t been used for about a month, told me that there was cut grass stuck to the bottom of the machine that needed to be cleaned out.

So Bill tilted the mower up for me and I started scraping out the moldy stuff with a long stick.

Suddenly, a fourth baby mouse fell out of the bottom of the machine.  Completely terrified, the mouse froze for a moment, and then ran — in the opposite direction from where his mom and siblings had gone.  This didn’t bode well for the baby.  I stopped what I was doing and tried to see where it had gone, but once it got into the grass, it was invisible.

I finished with the mower, and Bill stared mowing the lawn on the opposite side of the driveway from where the baby mouse had gone.

Meanwhile, I came inside, sat down, and called in the Overlighting Deva for my property, the Overlighting Deva for all mice, and the Spirit of Field Mice.  I explained the situation, and asked them to please take care of the baby who was on its own next to the pine tree along my driveway.  I asked for the baby to be protected from harm and I sent love to the mouse.

It takes about an hour to mow my lawn, and Bill was about 3/4 of the way finished when I heard him call me from the kitchen doorway.  He wasn’t there waiting for me when I arrived in the kitchen, so I went outside to find him.  There was Bill with his hands gently holding the baby mouse.  “What should I do with it?”  he asked me.

“Let’s put it in the flower bed where the mother ran with the others.  Then I can tell her telepathically to follow her trail back and she’ll find her missing baby.  That way the baby will be hidden and relatively safe for awhile.”

Bill placed the baby where I suggested and headed back to the lawn mower.  I was elated and kept thanking him for finding the missing mouse child.  “May I give you a hug?” I asked as I thanked Bill profusely for finding the lost mouse.  But of course, most autistic people don’t like to be touched, and Bill declined my request to share my joy with him in that manner.

Bill went to finish mowing and I went back inside.  I informed the 3 spirits I had spoken with earlier of our success in finding the baby and where we had placed it.  I also contacted the mother mouse telepathically and told her where to find her missing child.

Later on, as I drove Bill home, I thanked him again.  I had tried to find the baby right after it ran into the grass, but had been unsuccessful.  “How did you manage to find him?” I asked Bill.

Bill said that he had moved into the area by just shuffling his feet, rather than taking steps.  This, he explained, makes the baby move so you can see it, and help you avoid stepping on it.  I hadn’t known any of this, which was probably why I was unable to find the baby myself.

Hattie2Hattie is a superb hunter.

The last part of this story may remain unknown, but at least, with Bill’s help, we’ve set the scene for a very positive outcome.

Meanwhile, I plan to feed Hattie, the feral cat who lives in my yard, an unexpected dinner so she doesn’t need to hunt this evening.  If the mother doesn’t find the baby quickly, of course, Hattie catching and killing it will be a mercy.  But for tonight, I’m hoping mother mouse finds a new place for her young and goes back to rescue her lost baby in time to save it’s life.

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