Animal Magik and Ancient Rites - The Road to Destiny

THE LONG PATH.
This story I am about to tell began about three years ago and in my back garden. Well sort of. We (I and my two cats, Tabitha and Minnie) moved to our new home in August of 2004. It was shortly after that when Battie (Tabitha) was diagnosed as having the early stages of kidney failure. I was told that this was not uncommon amongst older cats (they were 11 then) but as it was caught in the early stages of the condition, she would still have a good life expectancy. Minnie on the other hand was found to be clear of this and continued in her athletic and dynamic way to bounce around, running so fast that all you would frequently see was a dark coloured blur whizzing past you from where she had been moments before.

It was on one bright sunny day during the summer of 2006, in the garden, that I was watching my two 'girls' play and explore, chasing butterflies and various other, more imaginary things. I couldn't help but wonder what life would be like should Battie shuffle of this mortal coil to play with that great ball of string in the sky - when her condition would finally claim her. I did worry about this as both kitties and I had, over the years, formed a very close bond. I stood there and drifted off into dreamspace when I heard a voice coming from seemingly nowhere yet everywhere, and looked down the garden path. To my surprise I saw a white cat coming down the path towards me. The voice said 'I will be there, my name is...Tiffany?'. Did I hear this right? I asked myself. I snapped out of this and once more saw my two merrily going about whatever cat business they had in the garden with Minnie coming down the garden path towards me moments later. That was the last I saw, or thought of the white cat for some time and life progressed normally for us all, for a while. Then, as if suddenly, Minnie became gravely ill and to all our surprise, she passed early in 2008. However, in my sorrow I could see and feel the fur of a white cat caress my face and wipe my tears.

Later on when things had calmed down, I signed on the dotted line in readiness to adopt a new cat, Pagan. Later that week I went to psychic friend for a reading and although she described Minnie to me (she had not had the chance to meet her in pawson), she said I was to have a white cat or 'largely white cat' come to me. I told her I had just signed the adoption papers for a black one, but my friend replied that that may well be but my next cat would be a white one. I thought 'fair enough' . Unknown to all of us, except perhaps my friend, Pagan was to become herself gravely ill, collapse and leave this mortal coil and her new family behind in early January of 2009 - just before my brthday. She had been with us for less than nine months.

After that and in spite of 'offers', I would not entertain the idea of taking in any 'new internees' at this point and had started to question what I was indeed doing as far as animals were concerned. The weeks passed and my mind started to open again regarding a new addition to the family, but thoughts of a white cat were far from my mind at this point. Then another psychic told me that soon I would have a 'light coloured' cat. Not yet but soon. I then remembered what the vet had said to me regarding Pagan and the legendary nine lives of cats.

"She is probably knitting her new over coat even now as we speak" she said. I remember imagining knitting clearly enough, but what struck me was that although Pagan was jet-black, this knitting was white...

CAT QUEST.
So 'The Royal Hunt Of The Cat' had begun. Leaving word with the vets about a suitable cat vacancy having arisen at my home, I went to the nearest animal shelter but could find no suitable partner and companion for Battie. I went again but all the possibles had been homed since. In as much as that is heartening news - especially for the cats concerned - I couldn't help but feel rather disappointed. It was later that night another psychic friend told me that 'the cat' was near though wasn't with me yet. As soon as she mentioned it I 'saw' in my minds' eye a cat that was white...

The next day, Monday, whilst feeling rather low I went to a sacred place in the nearby landscape - a Sanctuary for loat souls, broken hearts and healing and 'asked for help' regarding 'The Cat to be'. As I have found in the past, be careful what you wish, or even ask for, as you may well get it. The week passed quietly enough when on that Friday I received a phone call. It was the Receptionist at the vets.

"Are you still looking for another cat?" she asked. I replied that I was, so she continued to tell me about this cat that needed re-homing. She was female (obviously) and within the right age group and she was suffering from her own form of separation anxiety (as was Battie, as she had never really been on her own before being so very close to Minnie and subsequently formed a solid friendship with Pagan). I thought and paused before asking 'what's she like, then' and the receptionist replied 'she's a lovely character - not aggressive, oh, and she's white'.

I paused having been taken by surprise, just a little. 'White?' I answered 'That's interesting...' while thinking 'you have NO idea...' That afternoon I went to see 'The White Cat', and the rest is history. After feeling genuinely worried about taking in another cat, I just had to think about what I had been told bymy friends regarding a white cat, which confirmed so much the things that I had been told and shown over the last couple of years. In a nut shell, The White Cat had finally journeyed down the road to us and now lives here, a new member of the family.

DEJA-VU.
I found out later that 'Tiffany' is an American breed of largely white cat which was somewhat uncommon in this country, so perhaps it was the name that was to give me the gender of The White Cat. Now we all have that uphill road of resettlement to climb but its looking that it won't be so hard after all. Battie has stopped crying as much as she had been since Pagan passed and I myself feel a whole lot better. Relieved even, and fulfilled. It was hard to tell as to who was making who more miserable, me or the Battster, but on seeing The White Cat, Cleo, casually saunter away from me one evening, I realized that I had dreamt of that precise moment some two years ago in a flash of 'Deja-Vu'. It was just like an 'honest to goodness' live-action replay! The dream now having been broken, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I had made the right choice and met (at least here) my Destiny...

Click on the pik for a closer look at this extraordinary Gift...

"On a recent journey/quest to Egypt, I ventured into a village across the River Nile on the West Bank of Luxor after some research around the Kings Valley (known for its mystical significance in ancient times and the superstitious beliefs of the people) and I was reunited with some villagers who I had connected with before.

There, sitting on the ground was a man - a relative of my friend, a Baladi Egyptian, who carried a numinous torch of ancient Egyptian mysticism. He had poor sight but was carving small figures from bone, a craft he knew well, and had sold some for souvenirs and used some as talismans to invoke the protection, energy and qualities of the ancient Neteru.

Although he said few words that I could understand, he muttered as he carved, as if talking to an unseen friend, smiling and even laughing as his skill fashioned birds and deer to name a few. The atmosphere was very special, and while drinking mint tea, I watched his skill as he carved a small white bone from which came the form of a cat.

This was not extraordinary in itself as a few similar cats were laying on the piece of cloth beside him carved ready to be bartered for, but the fact that this cat had a different face from all of the others, a majestic face of courage and loyalty, and with a fearsome dignity about it. It seemed somehow special indeed. He furiously finished it muttering and laughing as he did so (a slight worry with sight issues and sharp objects!) and handed the newly carved feline to me. He was then definite in his speech and held my hand to express what he was about to say with my full attention. He said it was for the lady with the white cat, to give strength and courage at this time as she was in need and She would make it right. The cat was made sacred and blessed in his way.

There was indeed only one female I knew with a white cat, and as I looked at the figure born from the bone, it was obvious who it belonged to. I was but a messenger or a carrier pigeon for the energy of Her. The cat, Bast perhaps - to earth and nurture, carrying the energy of Sekhmet with her chaos and terrific healing power, both embodied in a pocket sized powerful fetish. Unusual indeed. Thus, after much more tea and a good flight home, the gift was duly passed on to it's rightful owner to assist her journey of healing".

Cleo - The White Cat