Melissa Returns: Saving a Traumatized Kitten

 

Overcoming Trauma and Grief at 10 Weeks Old

by Nedda Wittels
Copyright © 2022

Crate with litter box, cave, and food.

Melissa’s safe space.

Melissa arrived at my house around 11 p.m. on Friday, December 10, 2021, after more than 12 hours of travel, most of which was on Amtrak.

She was in a state of physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion and trauma.

She was grieving intensely for her mother, father, siblings, and extended family, who all lived together in a feline community at Indian Spring Cattery in Virginia.

The trip on Amtrak had been noise, jostling, and terrifying to Melissa.

She hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since that morning.  (Kittens typically don’t want to eat or drink when traveling, and to prevent travel sickness, they’re not usually offered food on a one-day trip.)

Melissa was also confused:  she wasn’t sure she had arrived where she was supposed to be!

It was dark in the car on the ride home from New Haven, so I couldn’t see how upset Melissa was.

I inadvertently added to her confusion by asking her what her name was. With her new body and beautiful clear energy, I had supposed that she might have chosen a new name.

I discovered days later that my questions about a name caused Melissa to decide that I didn’t recognize her and that she had had been given to the wrong person.

When she was finally able to talk to me about her name, it was clear that Melissa was the name she wanted, as it would prove to her that I knew who she was.

Cary Hanson, assistant to Dr. Doug Shar who owns Indian Spring Cattery, had brought Melissa to New Haven.  She was in Connecticut visiting family, and generously gave me her phone number in case there were problems.

I am very, very grateful to Cary for all her help that weekend.  We spoke several times, and her assistance was invaluable and critical to a successful turn around for Melissa.

First Things First:  Food, Water, and Electrolytes.

Melissa exploring inside the crate.

Melissa looking at a towel I used to keep the crate door from closing.

Every kitten at 10 weeks of age needs to eat at least 4 times a day and possibly more often that that.

Kittens grow very fast, but their tiny stomachs can’t hold enough food to keep up with their need for nutrition.

It’s best to have bowls of food available for free choice eating 24/7 so they can eat whenever they’re hungry.

Once at my house, I offered Melissa food and water, but she refused everything.

The canned food was exactly what the Indian Spring said they had been feeding the kittens, so it was familiar to her.

I also showed her the litter box, which had the same litter she was familiar with.  Fortunately, she immediately urinated in the litter box.

Then I noticed that Melissa was drooling.  This is a sign of severe distress.  It also meant fluid loss, which wasn’t a good thing since she wasn’t drinking.

Water and Electrolytes by Dropper

When she refused to eat or drink, I immediately started giving her both plain water and electrolytes by dropper.

Melissa clamped her mouth tightly shut and struggled to get out of my strong but gentle hold on her.

I had to force tiny drops of liquid into the side of her mouth – just 2 or 3 drops at a time so she wouldn’t choke on them.

The wet food was pate, and I added a bit of water and electrolytes and tried to get that into her as well, but had little success.  She kept spitting out whatever I managed to get into her mouth.

By Saturday afternoon I was very worried.

Important Products to Help Melissa Relax

I did the best I could to create a peaceful, loving space for her.

Rescue Remedy – I put some directly onto Melissa and misted it around the room.  This seemed to have little to no effect.

Grief Relief (FES brand) flower essence formula – I put some on her paws, face, and body, but it didn’t seem to help, either.

Homeopathic Ignatia 30 C – I gave her a dose of this remedy well known for assisting with trauma and grieving.  This, too, had no observable effect.

Feliway, the feline pheromone spray – On Saturday, I ran out and bought a spray bottle of it since the plugins I had ordered hadn’t arrived.  It’s  supposed to help cats and kittens calm down.  I sprayed some onto a soft, cuddly toy I had bought and put it into the cat cave, encouraging Melissa cuddle up with it.  She refused to have anything to do with it.

Peaceful Music – I began to chant a very peaceful Sanskrit chant that ‘s used in the ashram I go to at mealtimes.  It did seem to quiet her a bit, but she still drooled and refused food.

Gentle, Loving Handling

I cut up a very old, super-soft wash cloth into 4 pieces, using them to gently wash and dry her off.  She enjoyed being rubbed, but continued to drool.

In fact, if anything in the room moved, including me, her drooling would intensify, or if previously stopped for a moment, immediately start up again.

I had a soft brush I had bought that felt like a cat tongue, but Melissa didn’t seem to like it much.  I decided it was probably too harsh for her tender little body.

Melissa didn’t want me to pick her up, didn’t make eye contact, didn’t try to connect with me.  She just lay limply in my arms, and when she did move, would bite or scratch me and try to get away.

Did I think I had a kitten-proof room?

I was keeping Melissa in the crate at night, hoping that would help her feel safe.

During the day, I encouraged her to move around the room – to stretch, to use a scratching post, and to explore her space.  I even hoped she might become interested in a toy or two.

Despite all my careful plans for kitten-proofing the room, Melissa would look for and find places to hide.

I had to keep moving things around to make sure I could find her to try to get food and water into her, and that upset her, too.

Overwhelming Grief and Depression

Whenever I lifted Melissa out of her bed to hold her, feed her, and clean off the drool, I would talk to her.

I told her how happy I was that she had come back.

I told her how much I loved her, and that Starlight and I were very happy to see her in her new, beautiful body.

I told her that I knew I couldn’t replace her real mother – that I wouldn’t even try.  I knew her mother was very special, and that I loved her parents for giving her this new life.

I told her that I would take very good care of her and help her settle in to her new home.

I told her how important is was that she eat and drink on her own.

Melissa wasn’t saying much back to me except an occasional “I want to go home” in the saddest, most grief-stricken little telepathic voice imaginable.

Home was where her parents were, not here.

Melissa’s longing for home – her mother especially – was so intense, so plaintive that I felt like crying myself.

No matter what I did, she refused to be comforted.

I could feel Melissa’s intense grief and sadness.  Because I’m a strong empath, I could also feel Golda, her mother, was very worried about her.  Golda’s energy was all around Melissa trying desperately to comfort and support her.  I telepathically reassured Golda that I was doing all I could for her daughter.

While between incarnations, Melissa had told me she had found the perfect mother – someone who was very warm, loving, and nurturing.  Golda certainly fit the bill.

Melissa longed for the touch of her mother’s tongue, the smell of her mother’s body, and the warmth a kitten feels when piled up with siblings and family.

I felt like I had stolen someone’s child!  How is it we think it’s fine to take 8 or 9 or even 10 or 12-week old babies from healthy mothers just because they’re kittens or puppies and are eating from a bowl instead of a nipple?

How can we justify this?

I had never thought about the emotional impact of it, nor about the loss the parents of these babies must feel.

To see a photo and read a description of Golda, tap or click on this link
Indian Spring Cats: Meet the Parents
and scroll down the page a bit.
To see and read about Choco, Melissa’s father, scroll a bit further.

Starlight’s Experience Had Been Very Different

Starlight shortly after she arrived.

When Starlight came to me in 2012 at 9 weeks of age, she was ready to come – excited to come.

While she missed the large family she had had at Reprise Siamese Cattery, she was thrilled to be back with me.

Starlight was filled with joy and love when she arrived.  She recognized me immediately, ate well, and was playful.  She had never been a cat before, so she was figuring it all out.

Starlight is a very sensitive being, and she got all the attention a baby needed.

I thought I was prepared to take care of Melissa, but I quickly realized that Melissa needed me to be even more attentive and nurturing.

The Danger of Dehydration Had to Be Overcome.

Both dehydration and lack of food cause mental confusion and can lead to death. Dehydration also causes an animal to reject food.

While Melissa didn’t immediately need veterinary care, I was determined to do as much as I could to avoid taking Melissa to an emergency clinic for subcutaneous fluids.  That experience, while helpful physically, would add to her trauma.

Could I get her through this and avoid another car trip, avoid going into a strange place with people she didn’t know and smells and sounds that might frighten her even more?

Every hour or two, day and night, I did my best to get liquid and food into Melissa

I’m very familiar with the symptoms of dehydration in cats because my cat, Violet, had been in renal failure for the last 2 years of her life.  Violet had lived to be nearly 18 without needing subcutaneous fluids, taking several droppers full of electrolytes each day.

To succeed with Melissa, I had to get past her clamped jaw so she would swallow some liquid.

Would it be enough?

When cats become dehydrated, they exhibit some very clear symptoms.  The one I kept closest watch on was the Pinch Test.

  • Normally, when you pinch the skin at the back of a cat’s neck, it should immediately rebound.
  • If it moves slowly back, there is some dehydration.
  • If it doesn’t return to normal, dehydration is severe and this is a RED ALERT situation!  Subcutaneous fluids are needed immediately to avoid death.

The Danger of Not Eating Had to Be Defeated.

Adult cats cannot go without food for more than 3 days without their livers starting to collapse.  I don’t know what the timing is for kittens, but I was very aware of this deadline.  Melissa had eaten before leaving the cattery on Friday morning, and somehow I had to get her to eat on her own.

The cattery had provided specific information about what they had fed the kittens, and I had purchased the canned food, but not the dry food.

When I first spoke with Cary on Saturday, she told me Melissa really liked the dry food, so out I ran to Stop and Shop where they sold it.  Melissa only ate a few pieces.

On Sunday, I was still desperate to get Melissa to eat.  Cary suggested Greek Yogurt.  Back to Stop & Shop I went.  Melissa ate only 2 or 3 licks.

I was still giving electrolytes and water by dropper every hour or two, and I was still putting bits of canned food into her mouth which she was spitting out.

Two things happened on Monday morning that saved Melissa from a trip to a vet clinic.

1- I called the office of Dr. Charles Loops, an experienced homeopathic veterinarian in North Carolina where I was already a client.  I requested and received emergency assistance.

Dr. Loops said to use Ignatia at 1M potency – that the 30C was far too weak.

This had an immediate dramatic effect on Melissa.  It began shifting her out of her state of grief and trauma, and made her more interested in eating and drinking.

Regarding homeopathy:  It’s been my experience that when you give the correct homeopathic remedy, an animal or human will often sleep for a bit as the remedy begins to work.  Melissa went into a relaxed sleep with the very first dose.  When she woke up, she was better than I had seen her since she had arrived and showed actual interest in food and water.

Ignatia 1M became the remedy I used with Melissa over the coming weeks with enormous success.  She continued to improve with each dose.

2- Cary Hansen suggested I offer Melissa raw chicken breast.  I feed raw chicken to my cats anyway, so I plenty on hand.  I just warmed up and pureed some.

Melissa immediately ate some chicken with relish.  This was a big turning point.  I could now add electrolytes directly into the food until she no longer needed them.  Melissa was on the road to recovery at last!

The Miracle That Is Starlight

Starlight grooming.

My feline heroine!

Throughout the weekend and into the following weeks, Starlight was amazing.

I was able to count on her to be supportive and totally cooperative and helpful.

She never minded how much time I was spending with the kitten and how much less time she was having with me.

She never minded that I smelled from another cat, a stranger, who smelled very different from the Melissa she and I had previously known.

She never sat outside the door of Melissa’s room yowling or hissing or carrying on in any way, something some other cats would have done.

She never even tried to get into the room when I delivered bowls of water or anything else to Melissa.  She would be there with me out of feline curiosity, but respected that it wasn’t time for her to meet Melissa.

Starlight has always been a great blessing, a great friend, a terrific companion to me in many lifetimes.  No matter what physical form Starlight has chosen when she’s with me, I have always been able to count on her.  I am enormously grateful.

SUCCESS at last!

By the end of the first week, Melissa was eating and drinking on her own, playing a bit, and exploring her private space.

Melissa playing with a rag toy.

Infinite gratitude and appreciation to:

Karen Nowak and Leslie Russell,
dear friends who supported me through this critical time.

Dr. Doug Shar from Indian Spring Cats,
who provided such an excellent place where Melissa could return.

 Cary Hansen, Dr. Shar’s assistant,
who brought Melissa to me, and whose advice helped me get Melissa to eat and drink.

Golda and Choco, Melissa’s beautiful and loving parents.

Dr. Charles Loops and staff, who responded quickly to my call for help.

My beloved Starlight, who was a complete angel throughout.

Melissa, who bravely reincarnated to be with Starlight and me once again.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.
Look for the next installment coming soon.

Melissa: A Challenging Life

 

Clearing Multiple Lifetimes of Karma in a Single Life
Copywrite © Nedda Wittels, 2022

A beautiful portrait of Melissa.

Melissa came into my current life in the fall of 2015. She was already 6 months old.  She brought with her many challenges – for me, for herself, and for Starlight, my Siamese, who was 2 and a half at the time.

Melissa brought 11 or 12 lifetimes of horrendous experiences and deaths, many that I had caused or participated in in some way.  In some she had been a feline living with me; in others my human child.  All this karma weighed heavily on her, like a soggy thick wool blanket.

I don’t know all the stories, but enough to know that she and I had much karma to resolve between us.

Melissa carried much deep-seated anger and rage from those past lives, as well as from having waited 6 months for me to show up in her current life.   From her perspective, she had lost out on her kittenhood with me.  And she arrived in a household with two elderly cats who were had health issues requiring a lot of attention, as well as Starlight, to whom I was very close.

In addition to all that, Melissa’s biological parents had been filled with vaccinations from their importation process.  Whatever is in the parents affects the offspring, and for Melissa this contributed to the disaster which plagued her later on.

When she finally came to my home, Melissa was reluctant to speak telepathicaly with me about much of anything.  She refused to tell me her name and made until I somehow guessed it.  She was difficult for me to hear telepathically.  When I tried to explain things, she would send me an image of herself with her paws in her ears:  “I’m not listening.”  She would also send images of a rebel teenager leaning against a wall with a smug, superior expression on his face, refusing to cooperate with anyone.

In a fit of anger one day, Melissa broke out of the house by tearing a hole in a sliding screen door.  I thought she was running away and wouldn’t return.  My house backs up to some woods, and her color blended in perfectly.  Fortunately, 45 minutes later, she returned calmer and more relaxed than I had ever seen her.  This showed me that she needed to be allowed outside to get grounded and more peaceful.

Melissa looking out a window.

Even as a kitten, Melissa would climb up to look out high windows.

At first I resisted letting Melissa go out whenever she wanted to go.  We would metaphorically knock heads together on a regular basis about this and many other things.  We were both strong minded, controlling, and stubborn.  It was very challenging working things out with her.   I learned to compromise … and compromise …and compromise.  She often agreed to something and then did as she pleased – a typical rebellious teenager mentality.

Usually Melissa would stay outside in or near the yard, but she soon began exploring further and further away from the yard, establishing territory.  She was a fierce hunter, and one of my neighbors was delighted that she kept the chipmunks out of his vegetable garden.  She not only killed and ate chipmunks, but also moles, squirrels, mice, and birds.  I gave up having a bird feeder in the winter to protect them from her ability to jump straight up 4+ feet in the air and knock them to the ground in one swift movement.

Another Layer of Challenge – The Injury

Melissa would usually go out for a short time and then come back and “check in,” and then head back out.  So the day she was gone for 7 hours, I was concerned.  Still, she was so smart and filled with the natural instinct of the feral cat who knows how to survive in the wild.  All day I kept speaking to her telepathically asking her come home, and all she would say was, “I’m coming.”

When Melissa finally showed up, it was clear that all was not right with her.  She would take about 10 steps and then stop and rest.  Then 10 more steps, and then stop.  She refused my offer to pick her up and carry her.

I let her into the house and she continued — 10 steps at a time — all the way through the living room and up the stairs, finally jumping onto my bed (which she thought of her bed, of course).  There I discovered that both her hind legs were badly injured.  One had bled quite a bit while the other was just missing some skin.  There was no more bleeding, and the wounds were clean.

Fortunately, I knew what to do and fortunately, she let me do it.  Picking her put very gently, I sprinkle some warm water on her legs rinse off her injuries.  Then I use Calendula gel, a homeopathic that disinfects, on her open wounds.  I placed a towel under her on my bed, where she clearly wanted to be.  But she wouldn’t drink water and she wouldn’t eat.

It had been a hot day and she should have been both thirsty and hungry.  She was exhausted and clearly in pain.  So pain was the next thing to be addressed.

I gave Melissa homeopathic Arnica, Ruta Graveolens, and Hypericum by dropper.  She started to relax a bit as these remedies are all pain relievers in addition to their other benefits for injuries.

Her back muscles were spasming and very tight.  I used TTouch (Tellington Touch) and unwinding techniques which encouraged her back to relax and release.

Then I gave her electrolytes by dropper and plain water by dropper.  After she had had enough of those, she was finally willing to drink on her own.  After that, she, ate some raw food from a bowl I held for her.

I put a litter box in my bedroom so Melissa could use it without going downstairs.  Being Melissa, she ignored it and insisted on going downstairs to use the other boxes, and then back upstairs to her spot on the bed.

Melissa did get treated by our holistic vet who checked the wounds and also did chiropractic.  As her body healed, I encouraged her to be more cautious, more careful.  She would never look before she jumped, and that clearly had been a factor in this injury.  Melissa was able to run and jump again, but never fully recovered her full flexibility and the height of her jumps was less than before.

How Melissa coped with pain.

Melissa watching a mouse.

A mouse is near the ceiling, and Melissa is keeping a close eye on it.

Melissa’s way of coping with emotional and physical pain was to ignore both as much as possible, spend time in nature hunting, and to run, and run, and run.  It wasn’t until after her passing that I realized how much chronic physical pain she must have been in, not just from the injury, but from chronic constipation she had developed as a kitten and which had gotten worse over time.

Some people and animals spend entire lifetimes running from pain, and that was what Melissa was doing.  Sadly, I didn’t realize all of this at the time, but perhaps I wasn’t meant to know the full extent of what was happening.

It wasn’t as tho’ I ignored Melissa’s physical and emotional problems.  I researched and did everything possible to turn things around for her, to make her more comfortable, to help her heal.  Some things aren’t meant to be “fixed” because the soul has to experience them to learn and to balance karma.  Nothing I did seemed to resolve her issues, although, as it turned out, everything I did helped on some deep level to let Melissa know she was dearly loved.

Melissa Became a Chronic Biter.

Melissa surrounded by toys.

Melissa surrounded by some favorite toys.

Two weeks after her rabies vaccination at 1 year of age, Melissa began biting me and drawing blood.  It took me 2 years to figure out that she was struggling with rabies vaccinosis.

When I’d ask Melissa why she bit me, she’d deny doing it.  This made me furious because I didn’t believe her.  It took me a long time to figure out that she really didn’t remember biting me.  She would be in a trance-like state whenever she bit and then not remember what she had done.

Some veterinarians insist there’s no such thing as vaccinosis, but Melissa was a classic case of rabies vaccinosis.  Her eyes would glaze over, her pupils dialated fully, and she’d attack without warning.  It didn’t matter whether she was playing, being petted, or just sitting quietly.  The attacks seemed to come out of nowhere.  Because they were unpredictable, I became more and more on guard around her.

I didn’t ignore this situation.  I tried everything possible to resolve this issue, as I also did with her constipation difficulties.  Every alternative treatment that I thought might resolve these problems were attempted with the best people I could find.  Hundreds of treatments, not just one or two here and there were given to Melissa.

She had shamanic soul retrievals and shamanic healings.  She had homeopathic treatments.  She had acupuncture and chiropractic, Theta Healing, Emotion Code and Body Code.  Prayers was invoked.  Multidimensional Energy Healing sessions were given.  This went on for 5 years.

Slowly Melissa improved in many ways.  But time was running out.  The Ascension energies kept raising the frequencies higher and faster, and higher and faster shifts and Stargate openings seemed to make things more and more difficult for Melissa.  She was making her best effort to control her behavior, and failing again and again.

By the time Melissa was 6 years old, she was attacking me more and more often.  In 2021, the Lion’s Gate Portal in August brought things to a peak.  Neither Melissa nor I could continue to live this way.  She was trying her best to control her behavior, but couldn’t.  And I couldn’t handle being bitten frequently, especially after one time when I became so depressed that I didn’t treat my wounds and they became infected.

The Only Option Left Was Euthanasia

Over the 5 and a half years that Melissa was with me, I had grown to deeply love her. When I would be furious with her, I could see that she was a powerful reflection of me – my issues – my ways of coping with life.

I didn’t want to euthanize her because it felt like killing her again, repeating past karma instead of healing it.  But there were no other options.

I faced a huge ethical and moral dilemma.  I couldn’t turn her loose in the woods because she wouldn’t survive the winters and the abandonment would be devastating emotionally.  I couldn’t give her to someone else because her biting was dangerous.  Starlight loved her.  I loved her.  She loved us.  I wrestled with this for all the years she was here.

On the August 8, 2021 Lions Gate weekend, it all came to a head.  Fortunately, a dear friend and powerful psychic healer convinced me that Melissa really wanted to leave her body.  She couldn’t tolerate being here any more.  Melissa was in a great deal of physical and emotional pain.  She really did need to go back into spirit.

I asked Melissa if she really wanted to go back into spirit.  She told me that she was emotionally exhausted and ready to leave.  It was a summer Sunday evening, and Melissa liked to go out at dusk, just the time I preferred she’d be inside.  But that evening, I told her she could go, and if she wanted to leave with the help of a wild animal, I was certain she could call on one to help her.

Melissa left the house and everything became very, very quiet.  It felt like she had pulled all her energy in and I couldn’t feel her presence at all.  Starlight felt the same way.  I stayed up very late because I didn’t want Melissa to return and be locked out of the house.  By 10 p.m. she was back, all her energy still contained around her.  She wanted a gentle death, and that’s what I would give her the following day.

Euthanizing Melissa was the most difficult euthanasia I have ever had to do.  I knew it was the right thing to do.  I knew she was ready.  She told me and showed me that this was what she wanted and needed – a gently, loving passage back into spirit, not some trauma induced death.

I called the next morning and made the appointment for euthanasia.  About 15 minutes before we were to leave the house, Melissa jumped onto the sofa next to Starlight.  They sat quietly for a few minutes talking.  And then they started to say goodbye by grooming each other so lovingly, so tenderly that I could hardly hold the camera steady.  When they were finished, Melissa got into the cat carrier and we left.

Melissa’s body was buried in the woods behind my house the following day.

I grieved, and grieved, and grieved.  Starlight grieved with me for a few weeks, but for me this was releasing lifetimes and lifetimes of pain, and my grieving seemed endless.  I sobbed and sobbed for hours … days … weeks … months.  I couldn’t talk about this, nor could I write about it.  It was coming from so deep within me that I just needed to experience the grief and let it go as much as possible, and trust that, over time, I would heal.

There’s more to the saga of Melissa.

Look for the next installment coming soon.

 

Violet, the Teacher – A Reincarnation Adventure

October 23, 2012 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts, Reincarnation

 

Training the Kitten Begins

 

Violet

Violet and Sakhara had been working together energetically and telepathically with Starlight from nearly the first day of her birth.  They had been in cahoots, making plans and having conversations that excluded me, which is fine, although I was curious about all these deliberations.

Violet started showing up outside Starlight’s door on Wednesday of the first week each time I visited the kitten (which was 4 times each day).  She had integrated her chiropractic adjustment, and seemed ready to go to work with Starlight.  She would just sit outside the room quietly and would come downstairs with me after I left.

“Did you get the job of official teacher?” I asked that Wednesday morning.  She affirmed that this was the case.  “Let me know when you are ready to interact with her,” I requested.

A day or so later, I attempted to create a “see and sniff” situation between Violet and Starlight.  Starlight was eager (to put it mildly) to interact with Violet.  I had an old window screen in the basement.  I imagined that by holding it in place with some bricks on the floor the two cats could visit, but Starlight insisted on climbing the screen, with great ease, I might add.  I needed a better plan.

I could remain inside the room with Starlight to try to keep her from climbing over the top, but that would interfere with the Starlight – Violet connection, and I knew I had to stay out of their interactions.

It was psychologically important that I be on Violet’s side of the screen to support Violet’s efforts and not appear to be taking “sides” with Starlight.

I tried hanging a cloth over the upper portion of the doorway using self-sticking velcro, but I didn’t have enough to keep the determined kitten from pushing her way through.

Nothing I came up was working.

I turned to Violet and asked, “What do you think.  Are you ready to interact with her?”

Violet said,  “Yes.”

So I took a deep breath, used the screen to block off the staircase, and let Starlight come running out of her room.  I just sat on the floor near Violet and watched to see what was going to happen between them.

Starlight would come up to Violet, asking her to play and trying to sniff noses.  Violet would yowl and try to cuff  Starlight.  “Cuffing” is a feline way of disciplining a kitten.  It’s done with claws sheathed, as the purpose is not to injure, but to discipline.

Starlight, however, is faster than lightening.  For all of Violet’s efforts, she couldn’t connect with Starlight’s body – not even once!!  Violet had a very frustrating time of it.

I remained on the floor in the hall between my bedroom and Starlight’s room, and watched Starlight and Violet do an amazing dance up and back between the two rooms and into my bedroom.

Violet did a lot of screaming and swatting the air when Starlight approached her.

Starlight would back up, hunch up her back as if frightened, but also playfully, and then come immediately back at Violet again and again, face-to-face or from behind in a kind of “tag” game.

The game went up and back between the two rooms, as Starlight charged up to Violet, who would scream and swat to no avail.  Violet kept trying to get Starlight to back off, but nothing she did had any effect on Starlight.

Violet avoided going into Starlight’s room when Starlight ran in there, but would follow Starlight into my bedroom (which is definitely Violet’s territory, as she sleeps with me nearly every night).

Meanwhile, Starlight was having fun exploring my bedroom, where she had never been before.

After about 20 minutes of this, Violet was tiring.  Starlight, for her part, wasn’t getting tired at all.  She was more and more excited by all this play that she had been missing.

With Violet’s agreement, I decided it was time to stop.  The next time Starlight ran back into her room, I quickly went in and shut the door.

Starlight was disappointed – she could have gone on much longer, but I had other things to do and Violet needed a break.

After we both went downstairs, Violet agreed to repeat this interaction twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.  Each time we finished, Violet would come downstairs and go to sleep, quite worn out.  Starlight would protest at the door  and then would play by herself with some of her toys.

Each time I separated them, Starlight would say to me,

“I LOVE Violet.  I just LOVE her!”

And, indeed, Starlight DOES love Violet very much.  And Violet needs as much loving as she can get, and this is turning out to be a great gift of healing for Violet, who never really had a feline to play with in this life.    Sakhara was more like a mother to Violet, and mother cats often just watch their babies play.  So I’ve been Violet’s primary playmate until now, when Starlight is teaching Violet how to play with her.

These games went on for 2-3 days, and then the weather turned suddenly cold and the whole arrangement had to be altered.  More about that next time.

Read about Starlight’s life purpose as she describes it.

Starlight’s First Days Home – A Reincarnation Adventure

October 21, 2012 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts, Reincarnation

 

If I Only Had A Feline Tongue . . .

 

Starlight in her first week home.

I only slept 4 hours that first night because I was concerned that Starlight wasn’t used to being alone.  She was used to being with her extended family of  mother, father, 5 aunts, siblings, and cousins.  I didn’t want her to be afraid or lonely.  I also needed to make sure all her internal plumbing was working as she had not relaxed enough to use her litter box the entire previous day of travel.

So I popped up at 4 a.m. and went for a visit.  Starlight was so happy to see me.  She had urinated a puddle as large as herself – don’t ask me where she had held all that water.  I could feel it in my body that she was desperate for a mother’s tongue to reassure her, and I swear, had my tongue had that rough feline surface, I would have licked her immediately.  Instead, I cuddled and pet her as much as I could, and and encouraged her to eat.

As soon as the local stores opened that morning, I headed out to find a soft brush that could substitute for a cat tongue.   I was successful, and if you could have seen and felt the energetic transformation that a tongue substitute provided, you would have been as amazed and gratified as Starlight and I both were.

Starlight’s Baby Brush

The brush I found is a type used for a human infants born with hair.  It’s sturdy and soft all at once.  Starlight loves it and chews on the bristles, too.  By using very short strokes, like a cat tongue, I was able to give Starlight the sensation she craved for comfort and security.

Starlight’s total confidence was restored and her demeanor completely changed in an instant.  In addition, I became “mom.”  Now we start and end each day with a good brushing.

As Starlight began to explore the room in which she was staying, her talent for disappearing and getting “stuck” in places continued to reveal itself.  This was because Starlight was so tiny and inquisitive.   This included behind a large mirror that was very heavy and could slip and fall down on her, as well as into boxes of stuff that were piled up waiting for me to sort through them someday.  Thanks to Starlight, the entire room was reorganized, with the help of a strong friend named Dave.

Starlight was so tiny she fit into one hand (when she wasn’t wiggling) and kept finding places to get into where I didn’t want her to be.

Dave stopped by and we stuffed newspaper into the holes around the baseboard radiator pipes so that Starlight couldn’t get into the walls.  After her first night getting caught in the baseboards, I wasn’t about to let her out of the room until I knew how to seal off all the radiators in the house.  Meanwhile, her room finally was safe for her, and I could relax.

Violet Teaches Starlight

It soon became clear to me that Violet had been chosen to train Starlight.   This decision was made by Violet and Sakhara – no one had consulted me at all. But that didn’t matter.  I had left all this to my two adult cats and they had worked out all the details.

Remember that Violet had been in an accident and wasn’t in the best of moods when Starlight arrived home on Saturday.  First thing Monday morning I called the chiropractic veterinarian and grabbed the first opening they had for a session.  On Tuesday morning, Violet’s head and jaw were released from a very painful jam. Afterwards, Violet slept most of the day.

That same evening, Violet began sitting in the hall at the top of the stairs right outside Starlight’s room whenever I was with Starlight.  She would patiently wait for me outside and never tried to go into the room when I entered or exited.  She was completely quiet, tuning in telepathically and being totally present.

Starlight, meanwhile, seemed aware that Violet was outside, but didn’t challenge my efforts to keep the two separated.  I gave Starlight new toys each day and played with her, brushed her, and cuddled her.  Her nails were needle sharp, so we had our first ail clipping lessons.  Starlight didn’t mind the clippers, but had so much energy it was a project to get her to sit still long enough for me to find each claw, never mind cut it.  Fortunately, I had learned techniques for doing this with Violet, and over a period of 2 days we managed to get each claw-tip on her front feet clipped.

Starlight is a very vocal kitten.  She has a large vocabulary of Siamese cat sounds, and in her awe and excitement would comment on everything.  When I would leave her alone, promising to be back in a few hours, Starlight would protest loudly.

On Thursday, as I headed down the stairs amid cries of protest from Starlight, Violet stayed behind.   As I reach the kitchen, I heard a loud yowl from Violet accompanied by a telepathic shout . . . “WILL YOU SHUT UP!!”

Silence from Starlight.

I thanked Violet profusely as she arrived downstairs.

Violet and Starlight - two happy faces.

Violet and Starlight – two happy faces.

Spiritual Musings – A Reincarnation Adventure

October 12, 2012 by  
Filed under Animal Communication, New Posts, Reincarnation

 

How Is It That I Can Speak with

Both Echo and Starlight?

Echo loved to run.

So here I sat on the floor with a baby kitten in my arms last Saturday night, September 30, 2012, trying to comfort her and reassure her that she was completely safe and totally loved.  And all around me, I could feel Echo, as if wrapping both of us in Divine Love and in her own amazing consciousness.

Truthfully, I had been surprised during the previous week to discover that I could speak telepathically with Echo, even though she had reincarnated into a feline body.

“What’s going on here?” I asked my Self.  “How is it possible I can speak with both of them?”

Starlight at 9 weeks old.

When I sensed Echo’s energy it was clearly her, but not quite as strong a presence as it had been before Starlight was born.  Echo explained that this was due to her focus being on Starlight.  This meant that when she spoke to me, she was making a smaller amount of her consciousness/energy available for the conversation.  But this did not diminish the purity of the connection or my ability to receive what Echo wanted to convey.  Hmmm.

When I first spoke to Starlight, that was also quite easy.  Starlight has a powerful, yet magnificently light energy – a very high frequency pattern, and she comes in very clearly.  She was still at the cattery when I first made contact, and there was no hesitation on her part to speak with me.  Echo and Violet and Sakhara, all of whom had been working with her, had explained to Starlight that she and I would be together and that this was part of her Life Path.  It was as if she already knew me.

I also could feel that she is definitely Echo.  When I say I “feel” this, what I mean is that I recognize Echo’s energy when I connect with Starlight.  She is from/part of Echo – no doubt about it.

So I asked Echo to explain all this, and I’m asking her now, as I write this, to share her perspective and help us humans, who have been living behind the veils of forgetfulness, to understand.

Echo:

I am Echo . . . and I am Starlight.  Starlight is an extension of my consciousness wearing a feline body on the Earth plane. 

I am also Nedda.  We are both extensions of the same Soul consciousness at a higher frequency range than I am currently experiencing in the higher realms.  I don’t know how else to explain this, except that we have shared many experiences (lifetimes) in many different realms (including Earth) together because we complement each other so well and love each other so completely.

With Starlight, I’m learning how to be a guide for a part of myself in physical.  This is a new experience for me.  When I left my equine form, I “graduated” in the sense that I now have this opportunity to become a guide and teacher for a part of myself that’s in physical while the greater portion of my consciousness remains in the higher realms of what you call spirit.

Because I’m learning to be a teacher, I will be happy to answer questions as best I can to those who read this message.

Meanwhile, I’m spending most of my time working with Starlight. 

As Sakhara told Nedda, Starlight is not very grounded and has difficulty getting grounded onto the Earth plane.  She has a tremendous innocence.  She loves without reservation and takes everything in stride, even when it feels challenging to her.  She is carefree – innocent – filled with joy and the delight of trying new things.  I’m finding her a challenge, and I think Nedda, Violet and Sakhara are experiencing something similar.  It’s wonderful that we’re all working together to help Starlight settle into her physicality and her life.

I can confirm that Starlight needs help to get grounded.  This is also something most humans, including myself, struggle with.  Perhaps I’ll learn some new things about being grounded as I work with Starlight.  Sakhara is the most grounded of all of us and is finding it challenging to assist all of us to be connected to the Earth at all times.

Even birds need to be grounded, energetically speaking.  All living aspects of Mother Earth’s family do better when the connection to Earth Mother is strong, clear, consistent, and flowing.

So Echo is still directly available to me and to teach in my TWA (Telepathy With Animals) programs.

And Starlight is definitely here to love and enjoy and experience.

And Nedda is still learning tons about the spiritual realms and about herself and her other feline companions (more about Violet and Sakhara’s reactions to all this in another post).

The only previous exposure I’ve had to anything remotely like this situation, as Echo describes it, was in a novel by Jane Roberts who channeled The Seth Materials and other books from Seth.  In a novel called The Education of Oversoul Seven written by Jane Roberts and based on the Seth information, a new “oversoul” is learning how to manage 4 aspects of himself in 4 different physical bodies in different times of Earth history simultaneously.  It’s a fascinating novel, and there are 2 other books to this trilogy.  Maybe it’s time for me to read the whole set!

Namaste,
Nedda

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