I Promise Not To Say Anything Weird

7 Dec 2002 10:17:05 EST Subject: A Normal Day To: [email protected]

 

Got the clothing advisory.  Thanks.  I hope it's warmer where you are.

 

I put a heating pad in the box for the cat and she won't come out.  My daughter and her boyfriend, Daniel, are always saying that I should be the subject of real T.V. because I am always doing something weird.  In hanging a carrier from the ceiling for Maya, I was up on a ladder and couldn't get the door off.  Using strength over wit, I jerked the door loose and smacked myself in the mouth with it hard enough to knock myself off the ladder.  I cut my lip, but it's healing fast.  The cat laughed so hard, I thought she'd bust a gut.  Never a dull moment.

 

Thursday night I got one of those calls from my daughter that made me want to tell you how much grey hair, or loss of hair, you have spared yourself in never siring offspring.  I could never fathom the horror that is felt by a parent if not for her and her equally stressful life.  I see from the caller ID that it's her, which always stops my heart mid beat in anticipation of some disaster.  Her shaking voice, just screams Mom!  (like it is her dying cry for help) then sobbing wildly she is trying to tell me something, but because she is crying so hard, I can't understand a word.  I am out the door and in the truck without even knowing where I am going or why.

 

I finally catch enough words to know that one of the cats she raised (Pharaoh, the white Serval) didn't show up for dinner and she can't find him in his cage.  We had been offered 75,000.00 for him because he is one of only 3 in the world, and all three live with us.  I told her to gather the troops and comb the cage, which was already being done, and that I would be there in 5 minutes.  I had learned

remote viewing in the breathwork session and as I was turning off Sheldon onto Citrus Park Blvd., I could "see" the cat heading toward the North wall from Jason's yard.  By the time I was clear on his location, I was flying down Easy Street and called Jamie to tell her to move the human comb to the North wall and head South through the brush.  She answered the phone and said they had him

surrounded in exactly the location I had "seen" him in.  We closed the circle of volunteers, staff and family around him and Jamie and Daniel went in with a blanket.  We stood in the freezing, pouring rain until the cat decided it would be better to be under the blanket, than free and wet.

 

Like most of our recoveries it was pretty anti climatic.  People always ask me, "What is a normal day like for you?"  Jamie's answer to that is, "All I want is just ONE NORMAL day."

 

8 Dec 2002 08:00:10 EST Subject: Re: A Normal Day To: [email protected]

 

I have a VIP tour Monday afternoon with a woman I am wooing from MOSI, but should be done by 5PM.  After that, I would love to see you.

 

The holographic theory states that when something "ironic" happens three times in quick succession, it is a rip in the fabric that allows you to see that there are several realities happening at the same time and you are choosing between them.  Cats are a great medium for remote viewing and they will enjoy the interaction.  Go out on your porch and mentally talk to one of your cats.  Tell

them what you are doing and that you want to look around the room they are in, through their eyes.  Then go find them and see if you were seeing the same room.  With practice you can even walk around inside them and feel what it is like to be a cat.  This has helped me to diagnose mine who were sick.  I am new to this in just the past year.  If it is all just a matter of coincidence (a word I don't

believe in) then it is at least a creative exercise that leaves you feeling a little more connected.

 

I promise I won't talk weird in front of people I don't know, unless they broach the subject and I can tell that they understand.

 

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