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.