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Cat visitations and repeating patterns

Posted in Animal communication, Animals, Ghosts with tags , , , , , , , on August 2, 2015 by cheshirecatman
Snowman and Puck, in the 1990s

Snowman and Puck, in the 1990s

I had two visits from my late cat Puck recently. The first time was last month. I was resting on top of my bed, facing the wall, when I felt the distinct sensation of a cat paw touch my leg. I turned, fully expecting to see Luna looking at me from the edge of the bed, but nope. She was sleeping near the foot of the bed, on the opposite side. Smiling, I said, “Hello, Puck.” Then I was inspired to write this blog post.

Then yesterday, while I was sitting at my computer desk, I distinctly felt a paw bat my elbow. Again, I looked down expecting to see Luna, who was nowhere in sight. I think Puck was reminding me that I still hadn’t edited and posted this.

His first recent visit got me to thinking about cats, breeds of cats, and how I’ve come to have the cats that I  have now.

The first really special cat that came into my life was Clive, a hard-of-hearing flame point Siamese. We were brought together via another cat in my life, a domestic gray and white shorthair named Jay. It was Jay who became friends with Clive, and I would see them playing together in the backyard of the triplex I lived in with my mother. Eventually, I became friends with Clive. He was eccentric and highly intelligent—he understood the concept of doorknobs, for instance, but could not quite get enough of a grip on the thing with his two paws to actually open the door.

Sadly, I only had him for a few years. I came home from work one day to find him dead on the bedroom floor. I had him autopsied (and kudos to the wonderful vet and vet tech who stayed late to perform the procedure, and never even charged me–yup–they did it for free) and the culprit was heart failure. I missed my eccentric blue-eyed boy for a long time.

Flash forward a few years and Anne and I are living together for the first time. We are sharing a crappily built mother-in-law unit in Queen Anne. We have our first Schipperke (the scary territorial Lucy) and I realized I needed to have a cat again. However, Anne at the time was severely allergic. So, after some research, I narrowed my possible choices down to either a Sphynx or a Devon Rex.

Not too long afterwards, a Devon Rex kitten was posted in the classified ads of the local paper (this was before I had a personal computer or internet access at home). As fate would have it, the breeder was a customer of the company I worked for at the time. He brought baby Puck into the office.

Baby Puck was not at all what I had visualized my future cat looking like. I’d hoped for either a black or a white cat, and he was sort of a pointed champagne color, and very skinny looking because his adult fur had not grown in yet. But the moment I held him, I was in love. I asked a co-worker who was also a cat lover if she would like to hold him, but when I went to hand him to her, Puck leaned back into me as though he did not want to leave my arms. That moment sealed the deal–he was mine.

Moving forward a few years, and Anne and I were living in separate apartments in the same building. I was at a different job, and took the bus up north to Bothell. On the way home, my bus traveled right by a small pet store and, lo and behold, in the window—flamepoint Siamese kittens! I still missed my Clive and so made it a point to stop there the next day.

And that’s how I found Snowman. I think he may have been a kitten mill cat, as he developed health problems early on. Personality-wise, he was not much like Clive. While he shared Clive’s high intelligence and talkative nature, he was not particularly goofy. Snowman was loving but also very no-nonsense and stoic. After some initial bickering, he and Puck became the brothers they were meant to be. It was with these two cats that I realized how much I loved these two particular breeds.

Flash forward again to 2008. I lost Puck to cancer, and it was heartbreaking. Perhaps I should have waited longer, but I decided to begin searching for another Rex after learning from my animal communicator that my next cat would be a female. I find Luna, and although her personality is not as outgoing and in your face as Puck’s, she and I gradually developed a bond that is just as deep and intense (I think of her as Puck’s little sister now). Luna and Snowman developed a love/hate relationship–I think they did care about each other but Luna was a young goofball which irritated the no-nonsense older Snowman. Then, in 2013 I lost Snowman to cancer. I resolved that, because I am not a man of great financial means, I would stick to just one cat.

But then in late 2013,  I got a message from Tracy, my animal communicator, asking if it was me who had said I was looking for a Siamese. I told her no, it wasn’t. And then she shows me a photo of Casper. Casper is built like Snowman but something about his eyes reminds me of Clive.

I was sorely tempted to say yes but decided to wait, telling Tracy to see if others were interested in him. When no one came forward, Tracy generously offered to drive Casper from Gig Harbor to my home. He was very bold and immediately stepped out of his crate, looking around our condo like he owned the place. There was a lot of friction and some all-out scary fighting between him and Luna at first, but they are gradually getting more used to each other.

The interesting thing to me is that, in spite of my plans to stay with one cat, Casper found his way to me. And now I once again have a Devon Rex and a flamepont Siamese. I think of them as my alien and my mini white lion. And we have a Schipperke again too, the much nicer Stella. And so the pattern repeats itself.


A visit with my mother

Posted in Dreams with tags , on June 22, 2014 by cheshirecatman

I haven’t been posting much for the past couple of months. I’ve been busy with some mundane tasks and wasn’t sure what I felt like writing about. Then a few nights ago I dreamed about my mother.

She’s been on the other side since the mid Eighties. I don’t dream of her often, so it’s always nice when she stops by. Often we are traveling together, driving in cars or waiting in airports. This time we were in the kitchen of the last apartment we lived in together. There are other people in the apartment, but I’m not sure of their identities. She and I are alone in the kitchen, and she has an array of food laid out on the counters and stove top. Apparently a party or feast is underway.

When I was a child she used to buy me glazed donuts at a local shop for a treat. In the dream she hands me a glazed donut covered with blackberry and raspberry fruit topping. I bit into it and it was delicious. And then I woke up.

Nothing terribly exciting or dramatic, but I feel this dream is a sign of good things to come.

More thoughts on lions and Legba

Posted in African culture, Animals, Legba, lwas, Religion, Ritual, Sekhmet, Vodou with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 10, 2011 by cheshirecatman

I’ve really been enjoying Linda Tucker’s book, Mystery of the White Lions. In the book, the author spends time with Credo Mutwa, Africa’s great lion priest and keeper of an oral history that stretches back centuries. Their conversations are fascinating.

For instance, on page 67 the mention of Darwinism sparks a conversation about advanced ancient civilizations in Africa that may have been similar to Atlantis. And on page 84 is an account of what appears to be an encounter between ancient Africans and a spacecraft. This was not what I expected to find in this book. Having had an interest in UFOs since childhood, I read the pages with delight.

As you may  have noticed from my other posts, I have a bit of an attitude about some topics that fall under the label of “New Age,” particularly if said topics are too fluffy/feel-goody or indulge in appropriation of indigenous cultures. However, reading Tucker’s book got me thinking about all the types of books you find bunched in the New Age section of bookstores, and how they relate to each other. Spirituality, magick, ancient civilizations, extraterrestrials, shamanism. I still love all of these topics, I just don’t like it when information is written about them that is poorly researched or too slanted toward a mainstream audience who wants to dabble in various practices without doing the research and often hard work involved in developing such skills.

I was chatting online with my friend Angel yesterday. Our brains are often in sync (she jokes that we share the same brain) and we frequently type nearly identical responses during our conversations. And recent events further suggest that our souls do indeed vibrate on a similar frequency.

Yesterday she told me that I helped her reconnect with Sekhmet. After Sekhmet’s appearance to me, Angel was thinking about her and remembering a book she had on Sekhmet that she hadn’t seen in years. And then, yesterday at work, a co-worker returned the book to her out of the blue. I find that very interesting, and also very validating. Now I am less likely to doubt that Sekhmet’s appearance was real, or the reality of the connection that Angel and I have to each other (not of the romantic sort, mind you, but on a deeper soul-level). She is now my sister in Sekhmet. You can read a more detailed account of her experience here.

This incident also made me reflect on what it means to be a child of Legba. In addition to the skills I have relating to communication (written and visual), I seem to have a knack for making connections and removing obstacles for others, sometimes with little to no obvious benefit for myself. I’ve introduced artists to other artists who then go on to help each other (but not me, unfortunately) to get gallery shows. I’ve also, during my few years in Vodou, brought a number of people to our fets; some of them are becoming regulars. And now I feel that Sekhmet’s contact with me was also meant to be a reconnect for Angel.

Again, Puck was right about life speeding up. Mambo C is thinking about having a lave tet ceremony here. I’ve been hoping for that for a couple of years, and thought I’d have to travel out-of-town for one. So this is a very exciting development.

More conversations with the other side

Posted in Agwe, Animal communication, Divination, Legba, Ogoun, Psychic, Religion, Spirits, Vodou with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2011 by cheshirecatman

On Thursday March 3rd, at 3:30pm, I had another session with my friend and animal communicator/medium, Tracy Ann. I love these sessions with Tracy, not only because I get to converse with loved ones who have crossed over, but also simply because I love the woman herself.

Back in January I’d been feeling very depressed. Then I realized the reason why: it was the anniversary of Puck’s passing. It’s hard to believe he’s been gone for three years. Unlike two other cats I lived with who crossed over years before Puck, the passage of time does not seem to affect how often I think about him (daily). It had been a while since I’d last spoken with him, so I decided to set an appointment with Tracy.

As the session began, Puck came through immediately. Tracy said that his presence was so strong that it was almost tangible, as though she could reach out and touch him. Puck said that he’s been busy working with, around and through me, and that things are starting to move faster. I was not sure which things he was referring to, but I am guessing he means life in general. I certainly have been feeling that time has sped up lately, and have had problems keeping up with it and accomplishing the things I need to get done.

Puck said he’s been moving through our place fast. He showed Tracy an image of him running through the condo. This was interesting, because a couple of weeks before that, while Anne and I were eating dinner, I thought I saw a small cat-sized figure rush by my feet in a blur of movement. (Both of our cats were upstairs at the time, in the bedroom with the door closed.)

Puck said there are surprises coming my way (not bad ones). Tracy saw these as gifts. Puck said that I won’t have a lot to do; to just sit back and relax. He also said that he’d been waiting for me to call him [through Tracy], but knew I was waiting for the right time.

When I asked Tracy to tell Puck that I love him, Puck sighed and replied, “You always say that.” I had to laugh. Animals don’t need to hear things verbally the way we do. They know we love them by our actions and our emotions. The fact that he is so sure of my love that I don’t have to tell him means a lot to me.

Via Tracy, I also talked to Snowman and Luna (our two cats), as well as a few other animals who have crossed over.

I talked with Anne’s late father, who kept showing Tracy a gold key on a gold chain. Both Anne and I are puzzled about this, and hope the meaning will become clear later on.

I talked to Marie a little, asking some questions on behalf of Anne’s mother. Most of that conversation is for Anne’s mother only, so I won’t go into details here, but it was nice to know that Marie is doing okay.

When Tracy asked me if there was anyone else I wanted to talk to, I reminded her of how Legba first spoke to me through her in one of our sessions. I asked her if she would see if he had anything to say. Instead of approaching him directly, she asked if there was anyone who wanted to say anything.

Almost immediately, she began hearing a drum. A big, deep, bold drum. She thought it had a Norse sound (as opposed to a Native American sound, which she is more familiar with). I thought perhaps she could be hearing African or Afro Caribbean drums, which can be very powerful. She was not sure about this though, as she is not familiar with those styles.

Tracy got the sense of thunder and lightning, which prompted a joke on my part about the time I was almost struck by lightning on my way to work. Her voice got softer as though she was speaking from a distance:

“But you call it to you. Lot of power. Interaction. Be careful what you say. We are always listening. Gotten better at that. Tempest. Temple? Storm. Drive or need got stronger. Storm. Within you, calling the drums, rhythm. That calms the storm. Gonna be your challenge. Emotions will rise that you are not used to. Challenge is taking charge, being master of emotions. Your last, final test/hurdle.

“Be aware you are not thinking too much about it. Become instinct. Natural. Turn hand right side up. Has to become second nature and it will. You will get too in head, too nervous. You’ll be able to do it. Like mastering spitting.”

The spirits were laughing now. Tracy hears the drums again–not Native American—bigger. She thinks of a clan sitting around one drum, bigger, rhythms like a heartbeat. “Listen to heart beat in drum. Way of calling all ancestors. Have that wild magic. Wild magic running through veins. You understand that. Are able to call it as well. Start practicing that. If it starts to feels too heavy, call on feminine energy.”

Regarding the feminine energy, Tracy sees letters. A name?


(Letters probably in that order, but there may be other letters in between. If anyone recognizes this name, please let me know.)

At this point, Tracy heard the sound of an opening door upstairs in her house, although when she briefly went upstairs to check, her dogs were not barking and were relaxed.

Tracy then sensed another name: “Odin, Ogen?”  She heard more drums, hearing them along with storms. Storm clouds, announcing someone. Association with thunder and lightning. I thought immediately of Ogoun, and then of Agwe; both have been associated with thunder and lightning. Tracy did not think Agwe seemed right.

Now here’s an interesting note: This session, although it started late, was scheduled for 3/3 at 3:30pm. When we were originally scheduling the session in early February, Tracy said she liked those numbers.

Last week, a local Ifa practitioner sent out a group invitation for a service for Oggun (the Yoruba equivalent of Ogoun). The service was scheduled for March 3, at 3:33.

In closing, I just found out that there is a Rada fet next Saturday. I am not 100 percent sure that I am going as I write this, but I hope to attend.

Like attracts like

Posted in Ghosts, Psychic, Spirits with tags , , , , on September 12, 2010 by cheshirecatman

We have a very cool handyman who was referred to us by our energy working real estate agent. Paul (not his real name) is very skilled at repairing all sorts of things, and has a great sense of humor to boot. Both Anne and I liked him immediately and have had him to our condo three or four times to repair and install things. We enjoy talking to him because he appreciates art.

Today, during a break in repairs, the conversation somehow turned to hauntings and ghosts, and it turns out Paul has quite a few experiences with them. He once witnessed an entity materialize in front of his apartment as a dark cloud of smoke that slowly coalesced into a figure that floated away. As a child, he watched a set of encyclopedias fall to the floor, one by one, by themselves. He’s had many other such experiences, so much so that I wonder if he has latent medium abilities.

I was surprised and pleased to discover this other side to Paul. Also, he is a cat person, as are most of my friends. (I have a few dog people as well, a number of general animal lovers, and maybe one or two who are non-animal people–meaning they don’t desire to live with animals, but don’t dislike them either). Eventually I will probably discuss Vodou with him, as I think he would be open-minded about it.

He’s expressed an interest in checking out the local ghost-hunting group, and I may end up doing that with him. If I do, I will write about it here.

Unraveling the mysteries of personal lwa and the blue dress

Posted in Art, Divination, Dreams, La Sirene, lwas, Religion, Therianthropy, Vodou with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 15, 2009 by cheshirecatman

Last Sunday I went to Mambo C’s house for a met tet reading. For those of you new to Vodou, a person’s met tet is the “master of their head,” a sort of Vodou guardian spirit. At any given time, a number of lwas may be with a person, but the met tet is the one you are born with.

Prior to my reading, the mambo had to finish up an interview with a student from out of town. The student had arrived 90 minutes late, so the interview ran late as well. As it turned out, we had only a very brief time to do my reading. The tarot cards had been laid out and Mambo C had barely begun reading them when Houngan D arrived. She had not gotten a clear impression of who my met tet was, although she had identified three lwa who were around me.

We discussed the reading a little with Houngan D, and he suggested I try working with Azaka, the lwa of agriculture. Houngan D asked me if my family had been farmers. I had to reply that they were not, as far as I knew. However, I never knew my father’s family (the Chinese side), so it’s possible some of them might have been farmers. I thought about Azaka, and did not have strong feelings one way or the other. Mambo C and I  never did get back to the cards that day, but she left them laid out on her dining room table and told me to give her a call later.

By the time we resumed the reading on Monday via telephone, Mambo C had carefully gone over the cards. While she was still not sure about my met tet, she did provide me with some interesting information.

La Sirene was very prominent in the reading, although the mambo did not think she was my met tet. However, this made me very happy, as it meant that La Sirene acknowledged my service to her. Erzulie was also present, although a little less prominently.  Also very prominent in the reading was Ogoun, the warrior lwa. The reading indicated some conflict between masculine and feminine energies, possibly related to the relationship with and between my parents. I found it interesting that the mambo saw this in the cards, as I grew up raised by a strong single mother with few positive male role models around, and certainly none who were around for any significant amount of time. She thought that the Ogoun energy manifested in the skill involved in sculpting, and the Erzulie/La Sirene energies manifested in my artistic abilities. She also thought that Agwe might be indicated, as he is married to both Erzulie and La Sirene. Both Ogoun and Agwe are associated with thunder and lightning, which reminded me of my close encounter with lightning back in December. On one website, Ogoun was associated with solitary predators, including panthers. Erzulie in her darker aspect (Erzulie Red Eyes) was also associated with big cats, which appeals to the therian in me.

She advised me to set up additional shrines for Erzulie, Ogoun and Agwe, so during the week I bought more candles and tried to find items to represent the new lwa in their shrines.

Mambo C mentioned that the Queen of Cups in the Rider Waite tarot deck represents Erzulie well. She is also commonly associated with Mater Dolorosa, a lovely white Mary wearing pearls and gold with a sword thrust into her heart. While killing time before meeting a friend on Wednesday, I stopped by Edge of the Circle Books and found a prayer card of Santa Barbara that I thought would work quite well. Saint Barbara is holding a cup and has a sword, although it isn’t piercing her heart. Her gown is white and her cloak is pinkish red (Erzulie’s color are white and pink).


While the guy was ringing up my card and candles, I looked down through the glass of the counter and my eyes fell on a cool metal pendant of Ogoun. The pendant was made of pewter and is basically a full body relief depicting the lwa as a modern soldier. It appealed to me both for its interpretation of Ogoun and for the artistic quality of the piece. Also, it seemed appropriate that his avatar be made of metal, as he is the lwa of iron. Of course I had to buy it.

That left me with the task of finding a representation for Agwe. Usually he is depicted by images of boats, but sea creatures can be used, as well as Saint Ulrich. I was having trouble finding an image or item that resonated for me. One sculpture that I saw in Pike Place Market of an Inuit man with a walrus face would have worked very well, but at $245 was out of the question. Finally, on Thursday, my girlfriend and I were at a gift shop in Belltown that sold a variety of well-sculpted plastic sea creatures. After pondering various dolphins, sharks, whales and a walrus, I settled on a small but highly detailed sea turtle with an appropriately intense expression and eyes that were nearly solid white, which gave him a mysterious otherworldly appeal. I will place some boat images behind him in his shrine.

So my plan is to set up these additional shrines today, serve these lwa, and hopefully at some point my met tet will identify itself.

Mambo C’s reading also indicated that my path into Vodou would not be a simple one, but instead full of twists and turns. And my thoughts to that were, “Ah. Just like the rest of my life.” Oh well. Sometimes when things come too easily, we appreciate them less.

Lastly, I’ve recently had some insights and ideas about the visitor in the blue dress that appeared to me twice, once on a bus ride and another time during meditation. On the bus ride, my impression of her was of an adult Native American, Latina or mulatto woman with long dark hair. In the meditation vision she appeared as a very dark skinned young African girl. I suspect this was La Sirene because of the similarity of the dress (both times it was blue with a repeated white pattern–blue and white, La Sirene’s colors). On one website I saw artwork of her with dual aspects, represented as two mermaids, one light skinned, one dark. This contrasts her benevolent and more dangerous aspects. The adult woman I saw had some maternal airs about her and may have been La Sirene’s protective, gentler aspect. I think the child represents La Sirene in her darker aspect, but “darker” in this sense would refer to the subconscious desires and instincts of the soul, or the part of the soul that is more spontaneous, unrestrained and childlike.

So with that, I take my leave to continue down my twisty turny path.

What is it with the blue dress?

Posted in Dreams, La Sirene, Psychic, Spirits, Vodou with tags , , , , , , , on November 3, 2009 by cheshirecatman

I meant to mention this a couple of weeks ago, and then got distracted writing about my meeting with Mambo C.

During a recent healing meditation, I had a vision/impression of walking among a group of African children. The most prominent in the group was a little girl with a very dark complexion wearing a sky blue dress with a white dotted pattern. She looked maybe 9 years old, and I was walking a little behind her.

While I do not remember seeing this particular little girl before, I do remember the color combination of that dress. Back in August I wrote about a spirit who sat beside me on the bus. (See the last paragraph of Looking Back Part 2 to read in its entirety.) Although that spirit was a brown-skinned adult woman with long dark hair (possibly Latina or Native American), the dress was similar: blue with a white floral print. I still do not really know the significance of either the spirit(s) or the dress.

A note to my regular readers: Yes, I did go to the Fet Gede on Sunday. It was quite an experience, and surprised me in some ways. I will be writing about it within the next several days.