I often wonder a lot of things. My curious nature is just one of the things that keeps me moving forward instead of backwards. Today I wonder about my association with animals. They provide a constant line into spirituality. Often in dreams they are there talking to me, but only animals that I am close to. My mom's horses once talked to me in an "apocalyptic" dream. (I've had many "apocalyptic" dreams. Enough to say that it is not normal!) The only others I remember have been my three cats. They have each passed the torch so to speak. My first cat, Alex, chose me to be his "owner." He was someone else's cat, but we came to be best friends as he saw that I saw animals' inner beauty. It was he who made me realize that cats had a mysterious side. He taught me to talk to him. We communicated in squeaks and noises. I adopted him and became a cat person. We spent many happy summers laying in the grass together as I grew up.
My second cat, Emmet, had less tact and more of a paws-on approach to teaching. He was a manly sort of cat. I rescued him from the animal shelter I worked for. Everyday at work I gave him something to look forward to. In return he gave me his friendship. Out of all the cats there, he was the one that I felt like I had to help so I adopted him. It took him 2 years before he trusted me enough to climb into my lap. We were as one after that. He protected me from things unseen while I groped around in the dark, reaching for my spirituality. And when I finally found what I was looking for it seemed that the dark had taken him. I believe he gave his life for my protection. (It is still a sore subject.)
Recently, I learned through a dream that Emmet was there with my other cats Alex and Zed in the other world. All three talked to me, but it was Emmet who passed the torch to Zed, who gladly took up their plight. Zed, short for Zeddicus, is my third cat. He chose me as well. He would not let me leave the animal shelter!! Never had I heard such a ruckus! It was as if I was compelled to go to the animal shelter that day too. Whether it be fate or just a perfect match, he is so special to me now. I can't imagine having a different cat.
Zed was younger than the other cats when I adopted him. I think that is an important part of our bonding. That we are both undeveloped and going through similar experiences. It took us a short time to become what I can only describe as being aligned. He is there in the dream world with me every night. I can talk to him in words. We understand each other easily. He might not be the most knowledgeable guide, but I feel safe in his presence. He is my rock. I feel honored by his presence.
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