I just wanted her; I was jealous! Then, I heard a voice say, “You’re going to
end up with that cat”. She went on to
become an expert huntress, killing birds and rats every day, much to her owner’s
distress (we live on the edge of nature reserve). Some days she’d even kill two animals. Sandy
(I’ll call her) tried belling her and even double belling to no avail. She always managed to pull the collar off.
Eighteen months passed, and I‘d begun to think the voice I’d
heard was wrong. Tizzy (yes that was her
name, an inevitable shortening of “Solstice”} often visited me, and I’d always
feed her, but she never stayed long.
Then Sandy called me saying she didn’t know what to do. Tizzy was bringing rats into the house and
letting them go. She was considering
surrendering her to the RSPCA. Of course,
I offered to take her, but Sandy was dubious: what could I do to prevent her
from killing wildlife? I told her not to
worry; I was fairly sure I could solve the problem.
I went over to get Tizzy, and Sandy gave me some food and
her feeding bowls. She helped me carry
them over to my place and as we left, Tizzy saw us and followed, clearly
thinking, “Where are you going with MY things?”
She came into my house, and immediately made herself at home, sleeping
on my bad, and seeming to be blissfully happy to be here. As far as I know, she never went back to
Sandy’s, and for years refused to even acknowledge her.
Since I’ve had her, as far as I know, she’s caught one bird
and she spends most of her life indoors.
She likes to stick very close to me, following me around the house. How did I stop her from hunting, you
ask? It was easy: she was hungry. I’d always thought she was part Siamese, as
she was very lean. She’s now twice the
size and enjoys her food very much.
Some years before, I’d had a cat very much like Tizzy in
looks and temperament. I was living in
an apartment and was forced to surrender her when a neighbour complained – it was
me or the cat – and as I’d just moved in, I couldn’t afford to move again. I’ve always felt that somehow Blossom came
back to me in Tizzy. Sometimes, people
who never knew Blossom, even call Tizzy by that name.
When I found the Seth material, I was delighted and
intrigued when he described Jane and Robert’s relationships with their
pets. In all the reading I’d done, I’d
never found such descriptions anywhere before.
In Seth’s view, animal consciousness does survive death and they do
reincarnate (Session 837, The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events, 2012). I’d always thought that if humans live again,
why wouldn’t animals? I believe Tizzy
was Blossom, and found her way back to me as soon as she could. According to Seth, pets often play out roles
in our psychic dramas, substituting for family members who have passed beyond
the veil, and helping us work out our fears and challenges.
Your thoughts and comments are welcomed as always,
Love
Chanson
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