Encounter with an Angel

I was in the vet’s office a couple of days ago picking up medicine for my animals. As I am waiting at the counter a young mother comes in with her two daughters and a box with paw prints on it. I said, “Oh, you just got a new kitten?”

Both little girls chimed, “Yes.”

The mother started telling me it was their second cat. The girls were telling me about the cat and I said, “What a lucky little cat!” I walked over, “May I see?”

The box lid was closed, of course, and I couldn’t really see inside the holes although I took a peek. I asked, “What does it look like?”

The mother said it was female and a Tiger stripe. I am thinking black and white. I go back to the counter. The youngest daughter – I am not good with ages, but she was definitely preschool – came over and tapped me on the arm or leg, I don’t remember. I just felt this gentle tap and looked down and there she was. I don’t recall what she said, but I know I answered her question and responded to her with a pleased smile that she would even approach me.

She went back to her mother, sister and the cat. Then she came over and tapped me again. When I looked down at her, I looked deep into her eyes and I truly saw the face of an angel. There is pretty and there is sweet, and then there is angelic. This child is an angel on earth. I will never forget connecting with her eyes. She told me the kitty was poking her paw through the holes in the box, so I went to look. “Oh, it’s brown!” I exclaimed when I saw the paw.

 

“Yes, she has some brown and rust,” the mother said.

 

I laughed as the cat stuck her paw and whole arm out through one hole and then another waving her paw for whatever she could reach.

 

I heard my name and went to the counter. The vet tech was showing me all the medicines and explaining what is for whom and how to dose. I paid and left without looking back.

 

On the way home, and several times since then, I have recalled seeing that child’s face and feeling the gentle way she touched me to get my attention. The remembrance brings a huge smile to my face. I know for sure … I was touched by an angel. And I knew when I looked into her eyes, I was looking into the eyes of an angel.

 

I am not a huge fan of children. If I encounter any I show them undivided attention and kindness because I feel it is important. However, I don't seek them out and ogle over them like most people do. I generally find them hard and spoiled beyond their years. I questioned what was so special about this little girl. I have looked into the face of sweetness before, but this experience was beyond sweetness. It was like finding what I have been seeking. For in that moment that our eyes held there was recognition. I saw myself mirrored back to me; my own precious and lost inner child. So serious. So loving. So wanting to share the experiences in life.

 

Only an angel has that kind of healing power in a touch and in a gaze.

 

 

 

 

 

How to Be INDIGO Around IGNORANT People

Apologizing for who you are because you don't fit the status quo changes your vibration. Stay True. Feel Good. Watch the magic happen!

Heart Sanctuary

To the rising sun and setting moon and receding stars, this morning I read from The Essential Rumi, Translations by Coleman Barks, section 17, On Solomon, Solomon Poems - about Queen Sheba and her relationship with Solomon. The final readings in this section were The Far Mosque and A bird delegation came to Solomon -

The Far Mosque

The place that Solomon made to worship in,
called the Far Mosque, is not built of earth
and water and stone, but of intentions and wisdom
and mystical conversation and compassionate action.

Every part of it is intelligence and responsive
to every other. The carpet bows to the broom,
the door knocker and the door swing together
like musicians. This heart sanctuary does
exist, but it can't be described. Why try!

Solomon goes there every morning and gives guidance
with words, with musical harmonies, and in actions,
which are the deepest teaching. A prince is just
a conceit until he does something with generosity.


A bird delegation came to Solomon complaining,
"Why is it you never criticize the nightingale?"

"Because my way," the nightingale explained
for Solomon, "is different. Mid-March
to mid-June I sing. The other

nine months, while you continue chirping,
I'm silent."


The Essential Rumi, Translations by Coleman Barks
Published by HarperSanFrancisco
New Expanded Edition

Man: Number One Enemy to Planet Earth

 

I copied this story from Domino's Cat Rescue League website (without permission). My friend and cat mentor, Maris, is President there. She keeps telling me, "Vicci, you can't save them all," as she has done everything within her power to help me save each and every one that crosses my path.
This story almost makes the ones who abandons their cats at someone else's house look like nice people.Just leave them, toss them out, hope for the best.
I understand being abused. I understand being overwhelmed. But I will never understand this. They might have had a fighting chance if at least left outside.
It makes me hate men like Francis Schaeffer who perpetuated through the Christian religion that man is superior to animals. Man is not superior. Man is a murderer. How many animals could the Christian church save if it turned its eyes and its dollars in that direction? What church do you know that ever made a donation to an animal shelter?
Schaeffer was more concerned that art might lead to sex than elevating all of life.
Maybe he didn't say to kill the animals, but he certainly added to the mindset they haven't much value.
These comments are mine and have no reflection on the wonderful people at Domino's House. Maris and I have never discussed anything but the latest issue with feeding, vetting and caring for my cats. If she wishes she could get through one day without hearing from me, she would never let on. She always gives 100% and has saved lives at my house and encouraged me when I, too, have become overwhelmed. There is very little help for the domestic animal. And the handful of us who care about rescuing them are deeply wounded when we hear stories like this.

I just want to say STOP the alienation. STOP the killing. STOP the hearts and minds that don't care and think it is okay, 'they are just animals.' I don't want to see anyone perish, but those who deliberately kill, I hope their kingdoms fall. Let cruelty and indifference perish.

Many of us sacrifice so much to help save these animals. But the sacrifice is not ours alone to make. It belongs to the whole world. Man should be the caretaker, not the life taker. It is such an easy task but man had rather serve his lower self.

In the small town I live in, right now the bars are filled with retired men who are just a tired old cliche, spending their money on booze and hoping to get laid. When you ask them if they know about the Law of Attraction, yeah, they know, it's all about hooking up. And I am not against that kind of hooking up, but unfortunately, I respect intelligence and when I talk, they haven't a clue, can't grasp the concept. I just shake my head. Usually, I don't go out for conversation. I go to hear the music and dance; and I don't need a dance partner. It is fun having a partner, but sorry, dude, you usually just cramp my style. I would cut you a break if you had any gumption and intelligence. I could write page after page about your idiocy and insults. You are to productivity what Francis Schaeffer was to animal rights.

And the point I am trying to make is, if everyone just gave a little, just a little, we could accomplish so much. Where were the neighbors? Where were the relatives?  Somebody had to know those cats were in that house.  Nobody cared. We are alienated from each other. We don't want to know. We don't want to be bothered. Love and Compassion from anywhere, anyone, would have saved those animals from suffering. I hate your indifference. I hate you imbecility.

I know what can be accomplished by one person. I am one of those people. I know that the mind can continue to grow and expand to create a better world. I am one of those people, too. You worry about me when I don't show up at the bar. Don't worry about me. Help me if you want to, but I don't need your worry. My Universe and My I AM has my back.

For the price of a beer and just an hour or two a week of sitting on your butt at the bar hoping to get laid, you could help save the animals; help give one or a few a better life. Build a dog house, a cat house, bring some food. Take up a special collection. You have skills! Use them! With no expectations. Love and compassion is the only thing that will fully satisfy your soul. It takes awareness and true intellect to look around and see what good you can do to raise the vibration of this world; to raise your own vibration.

Here is the story:

Saying Goodbye
( A cat tells his and his sister's story from abandonment to death)

My name is Boots. I used to live with a very nice family that adopted me and my sister Fluffy from an animal shelter not too far from our home. We are 7 years old and if I might say very pretty kitties indeed!! I have a beautiful shiny black coat and my sister is a calico with large bright red and orange patches on her sleek coat. Our whiskers are long and graceful.

When we first came to our new home we were the THE most important new arrivals in the house. We were given new toys, neat scratching posts and all the best of food. We even got our own bed!!! My sister and I were really loved.

Recently our family started shouting and crying and we were not treated the same. Our litter boxes always needed cleaning but no one seemed to care. One day our family took all the furniture, their belongings, even took our favorite chair and left us alone. I KNEW they would be back because they left a bowl of water and dry food on the bare kitchen floor and closed the front door and drove away. They will be back soon I told Fluffy. Many days followed and my sister didn't understand when our bowls were empty of food and water – they ALWAYS fill our empty bowls. Where are they? We became hungry and had to use the empty floor to go to the bathroom as our box was too full to use.

What seems years but really was only two weeks a truck pulled up in our driveway – we are saved – they are back my sister said. These people were not our family but put us in a cage and took us to a large building where they had loads of barking dogs and cats meowing everywhere. We were glad to be put together and they gave us water and some food. Thank you we said. Now our folks will find us and take us home.

No one came for a few days and my sister became depressed and I could no longer tell her we will see our family again. The next day a worker there at this big place took us both in a “special” room that did not smell nice. We both were given an injection that stung and made us very sleepy. A moment later an long needle was stuck in our chest and a syringe full of euthanasia solution stopped our heart. We both died in that cold room that day – humans called it euthanasia. Our final thoughts were WHY?? What did we do wrong? Where are our folks who once loved us so?

In memory of Binny - - 9 week old black kitten left to die in abandoned house along with her Mom. A realtor rescued both and brought them to Domino's House. Two days later Binny died of complications from organ failure due to starvation despite veterinary care and constant 24 hour monitoring and treatment. Binny quietly died in a fuzzy warm blanket on Maris' lap.

Mom is still recovering, gains more strength each day, and will hopefully soon be adopted by a loving caretaker.

WORDS and the meanings we attach to them

 

I am having a hard time with the mere fact that letters on a piece of paper carry a vibration. I use the word hate all the time. It isn't that intense for me. Although a word can describe an emotion, it is NOT an emotion. Some one might say, with laughter, "OMG, I hate that!" Or "Oh, don't you hate that!?" As a writer I use words to stress a point. And if the word hate makes my point, I cannot help the reaction others have to the word. That is their vibration and the significance and meaning they give to it. That is their intensity, not mine.

There is a guy whose comments I see a lot where he uses whatever word he wants to use, and he is not afraid, obviously of being damned forever or going to hell, lol. I am not offended.

I used to literally cringe at the word "damn." And a good friend of mine uses "Dang!" a lot. I like that. So I use it too. I will text him, check this out, and tell him something ridiculous or funny and he will say, "Dang!" It is a summary word that contains, "OMG!" or "You're kidding me? Really!?" OR even, "Don't you hate that!?"

And when I use the F word and someone says to me, I am not talking to you if you use that language, I ask, Why not? Why does that offend you, it is just a word? They ASSUME it is directed toward them, when really, if I use it, it is directed at the situation, and I like being expressive in that way. Granted it is not always appropriate, and what is appropriate for some is not appropriate for others; like I would hate to spill my plate at a church social and say, "Goddamnit!" Can you imagine that?

Okay, granted, J. Krishnamurti probably never uttered God's name in vain, but if he did, he would tell you it is just a symbol, you made up what meaning you give to it in your head.

And here is a thought that you will surely think little of:  I think words such as this can be used in an intellectual way. Because the one person I know who uses these words quite appropriately for his audience, I have no doubt, is very smart. We could go so far as to say only the very, very smart, and the extremely illiterate use these words. Smart people use them mixed with other words to convey an idea and very stupid people don't have much of a vocabulary when it comes to expressing emotion, so in their case they become angry and abusive words. And then the rest of the world is offended in different degrees.

Let's look at a more positive word. Love. I believe people can genuinely love. They come from a place of LOVE. So if they say they love you, it isn't about feeding your ego or jumping your bones. It is a state of being. It is almost like saying, "Thank you," to me. Sometimes instead of saying "Thanks," I will say, "I love you." I tell Mr. Dang I love him all the time. Our relationship is pure friendship. And yeah, there have been times he has been a total crap head, and there have been times (well maybe only one time) I have been the same. We are friends. It is one of the most honest relationships I have ever had.

When I die, if I see Jesus and he says to me, I AM really God, not just Christ consciousness or your brother, I am probably going to say, "Dang! Son of a Bitch!"

And I certainly wouldn't be calling Jesus a son of a bitch. It is an expression to me that says, "Dang! Wrong again!"

Have a Bitchin' Day! 

So, What Is Sacred?

What is sacred?

All that we have invented,

The symbols in the church,
the rituals,
they are all put there by thought.

Thought has invented these things.

Invented the savior.
Invented the temples …
and the contents in the temples.

Thought has invented all

these things called sacred.
You cannot deny that.

So thought in itself is not sacred.

And when thought invents God,
God is not sacred.

So what is sacred?

That can only be understood

or happen when there is
complete freedom,
from  fear, from sorrow,
and when there is this
sense of love
and compassion
with its own intelligence.

Then, when the mind

is utterly still,
that which is sacred
can take place.

Then, when the mind is utterly still, that which is sacred can take place.
 

J. Krishnamurti

 

Jiddu Krishnamurti. Philosopher. Spoke and wrote about philosophy and spirituality.

Born: May 12, 1895, Madanapalle, India
Died: February 17, 1986, Ojai, CA.
 

Excerpts from a Morning Mourning. As I lay our conflict to rest, I send you love. I send you peace.

I don’t know why you think I am selfish, and selfish is not necessarily a bad thing anyway.

 

There is abundance in this world and if you are not finding it, it is because you are fighting against it, not allowing it to flow into your life. But this is a concept foreign to people who are too busy. What do you expect from someone when you start the conversation with them, I do not have time for you. And that is okay, you get to choose whether you have time for me or not. I cannot make that choice for you.

 

Happy comes from within.

I do not care anymore what names I am called or what anyone thinks. I share to enlighten and uplift and I have no other purpose in this life. It can always have a different ending. It could have made everyone stop and say, hey, maybe she has a point. Maybe we should take a little more care, have a little more respect, be a little freer with the care we give.

 

Just because someone pays money for something doesn’t mean they value it more. How much they Love is the value. Their inward motivation determines the value.    

 Many teachers that I listen to and who guide me say, take the time to be still and quiet and the rest of your world will become still and quiet.

 When you listen to the negativity of Glenn Beck and people like that, it will penetrate your mind and attitude. He is the McDonald’s against the Burger King. It is still a burger. That is how the world stops you from being free and thinking for yourself, it embroils you in the burger wars. And as long as people fight in a burger war instead of truly coming together for change, nothing will change for them. Eating burger wars is really not healthy. Glenn Beck. Rush Limbaugh. If we fed our minds with something besides conflict and struggle we would find life is not about conflict and struggle.