How do we do it? I suspect many of you reading this have watched the Matrix films and maybe some more of you are into quantum physics.
You know we love you so much that we can absorb your stress and pain.
Well, just suppose ‘out there’ ‘reality’ was merely a projection from inside our heads, and by changing our beliefs, and clearing our cellular memory, ‘out there’ would become more like my perpetually filling dish?
I’m hardly able to see these days, having had one eye removed and the other isn’t doing its job properly. However, using my acute hearing [which all cats have, so stop the loud noises!], together with my whiskers, I can find my way around our garden and the house without any problem, except I move a bit more slowly.
I have sounded like a broken record for months in this column, and for that I make no apologies. The ‘news’ is repeated every fifteen minutes; you have rolling ‘news’ and it is no more than half a dozen stories recycled like washing in a spin dryer. The underlying causes, the interconnectedness, and any alternative viewpoints [apart from Tweedledum and Tweedledee nonsense batted back and forth like a ping pong ball from the main political parties] are rejected as fringe or conspiracy.
You don’t have to believe anything I write. But I would suggest if I have any contribution to make to improving the world [which of course, I have] it is to get you to think about how well your current version of reality serves you. And, I would humbly suggest, for 98% of you, it doesn’t.
Holly is becoming a ‘character’. In truth, she always was, it’s just her early months were pretty horrific, living under a building site hut having to scrap and beg for food.
We cats have difficulty in letting go of our cellular memory. But how much of our behaviour is a projection of your internal thoughts? You know we love you so much that we can absorb your stress and pain.
How much of your lives do you create? The media would tell you almost none of it. All you have is the determination to ‘haul yourself up with your own bootstraps’, or ‘get on your bike’ and look for work. They will tell you that small handful of people can and do make it, but the unspoken message is ‘not for you lot.’ So switch on the TV, watch the soaps, and accept your ‘station’ in life and vote every five years.
At the other extreme, you create everything! By changing how you think, what you believe, and stepping out of the conditioned, trivialised hell the media and collective opinion have fashioned for you, your life becomes your own.
If every living being on the planet did this, guess what would happen?
Remember George Galloway, who played the cat on UK TV’s ‘Big Brother’? He has just been elected to parliament in Bradford, a deprived northern city. My male keeper loves his metaphor of the political system in the UK being like ’three cheeks on the same backside.’
Liberation comes from within. We felines are role models for living in the moment, as are our canine friends. A wonderful cartoon book has been written; it will cost you under £6 on Amazon. Eckhart Tolle provides the words and cartoonist Patrick McDonnell the images. It’s called ‘Guardians of Being’ and shows what I have been talking about for some time, without the anger of course!
Another inspirational source is the DVD, ‘Thrive.’ Watch it free on the web site, or buy it for £15. www.thrivemovement.com. Find out what’s being going in the world, and how you can join with others to change it.
My female keeper has been channelling [Princess] Diana much more lately, and the book is now up to 60 pages. www.dianahealing.co
If you doubt channelling, ask yourself who wrote the bible, how was ‘God’s word’ made manifest? Ask yourself too, why people like Mozart, Tesla, Newton and my mate Leonardo da Vinci [‘cats are a masterpiece’] all had insights and intelligence beyond ‘mere mortals.’
A freak of nature, it was genetic, or again, it’s ‘not for you lot.’ Garbage. There are no freaks of nature. The universe is ordered, loving and on your side. Genes explain nothing, it’s the environment. And as for ’you lot’, get up off your knees and kick the three-cheeked backside in touch.
My dish is full again, merely by my thinking about it.
My eye problems? No doubt a message from my soul, and a signal to start preparing for my next incarnation. Perhaps another grey & white feline sage, permanently resident in Greece, and increasingly world-famous.
Still, it’s rather good here at the moment…