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Many moons ago, when I was a teenager and full of energy, I was noted
for my ability to be able to astral travel consciously (no, not lucid
dreaming but the real thing - lucky me). I was also noted for being very
fond of cats. My parents would not let me have a cat as we were always
travelling between houses (they own two main residences and others they
let out) and they did not want to bother with pets. This meant that I
was always trying to get to know the local cats for a quick cuddle and
stroke so I could hear a luscious purr. |
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On one particular visit to the country house I took to
my bed for a good night's sleep, and awoke in the small, dark hours of
the night, refreshed. This is the time when astral travelling would take
place. I left my body and was floating about wondering what to do. If
you have ever astral travelled, the problem once you have left your body
is deciding what to do as half your conscious thought processes seem to
have been left behind. I used to get around the problem by making a decision
before going to sleep, as to a possible destination, should I float off.
I had forgotten to do so this time so I was at a loose end (excuse the
pun - silver cord - boom boom).
I found that I was gradually floating away from my body and out of the
building. I stopped out-side the house, and there in the road was Pussywillow.
She was crying and dragging her poor little body. She could not use her
back legs. I bent down and started to stroke her. She tried to run away
from me again, as she had done so so many times before, but could not
due to her injuries. I stoked her, and as I did so she began to purr.
She even started to weave around my legs and stroke me with her tail.
She had forgotten her injuries and was free to move again. |
