Okay, I’m finally ready to write the follow up to the Inner Demon’s post.
One of the reasons I enjoy working in a hospital so much: it’s incredibly grounding. Grounding, maybe not always in a pleasant, zen way, but in a jarring, gritty, this-shit-is-real-life kind of way.
The positivity movement is a much-needed balance to the hyper-negative news culture we have in North America, and even though I’m as sunny a Mary Sunshine as you’ll ever meet, I’ve always railed against the idea that you can eliminate all pain and discomfort from life through positive attitude, by disallowing negativity to impact your life.
Let me start this piece by stating I firmly believe in the balance of light and dark in life. I believe that joy, love and happiness are as much a part of life as their counter-parts: sorrow, grief and stress.
Yes, we can greatly affect our *experience* of negativity through our faith and attitudes, but we can’t surgically excise negativity from life. I think negativity is something to be embraced, managed, challenges to rise to or difficulties to survive.
I feel it would be a personal moral failing for me to forget there is suffering in the world.
So I work at a hospital. I donate to charity. Every time I do a reading, I say a prayer hoping to make a positive difference to those who ask for my help.
The thing about working at a hospital (animal or human): you have your finger on the pulse of the best and worst in humanity. Although I am not directly involved in patient care, I am *around*, and when there is acute suffering, of course I feel it too.
I feel the emotions the most, especially if I’ve experienced a similar distress in my own life. This would be true for anyone empathetic, anyone who is strong enough still *feel* things in a setting like healthcare, rescue work (human or animal), social work, law enforcement or any other job where shit gets real.
A common practice is to disconnect from what’s happening. During the health care crisis in Ontario in the late 90s, when I did my nursing training after 7 years of volunteer work as a candy-striper, I watched nurses whom I respected and admired burn out and quit. The surviving health care workers were empathetically checked out. They had to be.
This is why I am in awe of the mighty few who remain in nursing, who hold the hand of a patient in distress and cry tears of empathy – and show up for work the next day.
After just one year of training, I was burnt out too. Despite my excellent grades and the counseling from the teachers and nursing supervisors, I felt I couldn’t continue. I did a search of the blog and it looks like I haven’t yet told you guys about the day I quit nursing. Someone please remind me to tell that story down the line.
So why suffering? And what the fuck are Demons anyway?
I received a really sweet email from a reader who suggested that rather than using the word “demon” that I use “entity” instead. Let me explain the differences I perceive, based on my personal experience.
So far, my understanding of the Garden of Shadows has become a loose classification of the individual types of beings I’ve encountered. Critters, Entities and Demons.
If you’d asked me last month, I would only have talked about Critters and Entities, the low-vibration life forms that recycle the energy imprint of negativity into neutrality.
Okay, wait, let me back up a bit more.
Picture a house. Now, picture a married couple in that house. The husband and wife fight, a lot. Then one of their kids is killed in an accident. The marriage collapses under the pressure, the couple moves out and the house goes on the real-estate market, but sits empty.
Nothing has been done to clear this house, energetically, so the thing sits on the market. People walk into this house, but it just doesn’t feel right. There’s something about it. They don’t like it.
What the potential buyers perceive is the energetic imprint left by the emotion of the former occupants.
That energetic imprint has altered the energy eco-system in the house.
Our eco-system goes far beyond the physical environment we experience with our bodies. The energy we put out into our environment is like adding an essential oil to a big bath tub, and it changes what energetic organisms thrive in this environment.
In a place where the atmosphere has been altered through pain, the critters who thrive off of that will be pulled in. This is perfect. Under normal circumstances they just transmute the energy to neutral through feeding on it, and they move on. When I perceive critters, I usually see them as insect-like, doing their composting duties.
But if there is a location rich enough in pain that they want to stick around, you can end up with an infestation.
Let’s say this house is purchased by another happy couple. The day they move in, they have a fight. The stress inexplicably continues as they wait for things to even out. One bad thing after another seems to happen, and finally one of them is injured. The injured partner generates more stress and sadness for the critters to feed upon. The critters multiply, and their increasing numbers enhances the subtle negative energy of the whole house. It becomes a self-perpetuating cycle. The critters become parasite-ish. Insects in small numbers are normal and healthy, but an imbalance of insects is a plague. Think locusts, cockroaches, tapeworms. Very unhealthy indeed.
The humans start to get depressed, which is expressed in irritation towards each other. Within two years, this happy marriage is on the rocks.
When I was growing up, I lived across the street from a place we called “the divorce house.” Every two years, this place would go on the market. A happy family would move in, break apart and sell the house.
You’d think the real estate agents would be the biggest clients of psychics and priests offering house-clearing services… but then, if the house stayed off the market, the realtor would have less opportunity for commission. (I have not extinguished my inner cynic!)
Once a place is swarming with critters, it starts to invite entities. Entities can also hitch-hike in on resident humans. Just like lice, scabies or the flu, humans can transmit sad parasites back and forth to each other. Entities have more of a discerning consciousness than critters. I perceive them as monkey-like, making conscious choices about what to do and where to be and who they latch on to.
Entities are more proactive about their environment, and they actively incite the sort of energy they feed off of. They like to garden.
Entities love to hang out with depressed and ill people, especially if there’s a chronic illness that’s associated with a lot of shame or emotional trauma.
An entity hitch-hiked into our house, once. We discovered it after our guest left, and it decided to hang out in the “sad room” of our Ucluelet house. This room, we later found out, was where the property owner’s son accidentally / intentionally ended his own life. I was kind of pissed the property manager hadn’t alerted us to this event, which had traumatized not just the family, but the whole town, and all of that sorrow had rained upon our living space for over a decade.
This little creature was hanging out in the top corner of the house, and I noticed him only as a movement in the corner of my eye. I slipped into medium mode and THEN I was able to “see” him.
I do not deal with these sorts of things myself. We called in the angels to take care of it, and they did. Immediately. We were then advised by the “cleaning crew” to cut open an apple and leave it on a plate, cut side up, overnight to absorb the remaining energy and then dispose of it the next day.
I don’t like to waste food, but this is a really neat trick. It worked well. In general, I burn candles, use salt, rocks, holy water, bells, cleaning, smudging, prayer – but never before a cut apple. The ways to energetically clean your house are endless.
I have since believed that this creature, this monkey-like entity must be what they’re talking about when people say “demon”.
Now, I’m going to tell you *how* this new information came to me:
I had just finished my third and final reading of the day. I was positively *high* on energy. The usual two-inch thick stream of warm energy I usually feel down my spine during readings had expanded into this four-foot column of warm happy light that enveloped my entire body. My very being was pulsating with energy and love.
This doesn’t happen every time I do readings, and this was the most powerful experience of the universal god force that I’ve had to date. I was just so high on love. I felt like I’d never come down, no matter what sadness I witnessed, no matter what happened, it was all love, baby, love envelopes us all.
And then, my mind flashed on a particularly difficult person in our life. I’ve been perplexed by this challenge of a human for quite a while. And then it hit me – and it all made sense. And it was all still part of the perfect love story of existence.
This person was an incarnated demon.
My knowledge and certainty of this was instantaneous and complete – like Neo getting the kung-fu download in the Matrix. It was also completely harmless, non-alarming knowledge. I was filled with understanding, compassion and – get this – renewed RESPECT for this person.
Because – this is so wild – sometimes demons incarnate to shift their pattern – they are going from dark to light!
Isn’t that amazing? They’re transmuting themselves. This is one of the purposes of demon incarnation.
THAT’S NOT EVEN THE CRAZY PART YET!
Some of them are FANTASTICALLY GOOD PEOPLE!
SERIOUSLY!!! I was too zen / full of universal love to have my mind blown by this at the time, but it was blown about six hours later when I came back down to earth.
I was awash with images of religious leaders, teachers and doctors, social workers and nurses, police officers, fire fighters – people devoting their lives to and sacrificing themselves for other people in need of help.
The thing is, no transition is easy. This “dark” nature expresses itself in a variety of ways, and sometimes these demon people are easily corrupted in positions of power. Not just the big, obvious positions of power, but the subtle, day-to-day positions of power.
You know how many incarnated demons end up as priests and ministers? A LOT. They’re working *really hard* and they’re taking their cue from a long and powerful tradition.
An example from my ancient history – when I was working as a temp in Toronto, I had a boss who bullied me. She would find a way to call me fat and stupid every single day of the week… but she had the power to fire me at a moment’s notice, so I couldn’t defend myself until after I was hired on permanently. It took a year and a half of daily office torture before she was finally fired.
This concept suddenly shed light on why some people just can’t resist being assholes, power-mongers or just plain crazy-makers.
They may not even know it themselves, but they feed off of negative energy. They almost can’t help tweaking a situation negatively to get that energetic feedback. For someone working really, really hard at being a good person, a moment of relapse in making a hurtful comment may come as a great relief to them, like letting off steam.
The flip side is the utterly shocking impact this can have on those around the incarnated demon. How could this amazing, wonderful person say / do such a thing? It’s very confusing. It’s almost irreconcilable. Often, it seems easier to just forget what happened or what was said, because it seems impossible to incorporate this information into who you thought this person to be.
Here’s another thing: There are demon SOUL FAMILIES!
Sometimes, they incarnate in groups, over and over into the same family line. And woe to the angelic kid who chooses to be born into a demon family – this happens. This explanation flashed with three separate headlines I’ve read in the past ten years with tragic stories of kids who died at the hands of neglectful and abusive guardians.
Child abuse is such a common tragedy that it doesn’t make the papers unless it’s truly horrific. These are the sorts of things I feel a personal responsibility to witness, to never forget or deny that the innocent suffer in this world.
For the first time, I really started to understand *why*. I could never before reconcile my ideas of a soul incarnation in human form, choosing terrible behavior.
In this blissful, expansive consciousness state, I understood (more completely than I do now, trying to explain it in words) that demons incarnated in human bodies are expressing their nature. They are a part of the ecosystem.
It is not an eternal war between good and evil, harmony and dissonance. It is a dance.
I understood, too, that we really do make a choice. There is the potential for harmony and dissonance within all of us, because we are all related when you come right down to it. Even angels and demons are cousins, incarnated or ethereal.
So what do we do with this knowledge?
I think we use this idea to change our approach. Ever see that episode of Friends with the incompetent naturopath treating Ross’ weird mole or “kundus”?
“You must LOVE the Kundus! Let me hear you say it!” “Uh, I love the Kundus…”
We change our approach to incarnated demons expressing themselves in a harmful manner.
Our whole corrections system is based upon revenge. When someone hurts us, as human beings we want to strike back.
Now, I don’t know what a “loving” judicial system would look like exactly, but I’m sure it would involve less minimum sentences and much more reparative community service.
This humble post isn’t intended to be an answer to the entire world’s problems, it’s just a useful idea. It came to me in a blinding moment of love and happiness, and I will hold it in my heart as truth for the rest of my life.
I’ll let you know how it settles.
Your questions are welcome! I may expand this into a podcast episode.
Happy Tuesday! It’s Podcast day! Episode 24: Fleas, Angels, Precognition and Spiritual Cheating!
The pets, Sunshine the Cat and Happy the dog took me on a bit of an introductory detour as we discussed fleas and grooming and their experience of topical flea pesticides. Then we get down to business, following up with the questions from October 11th blog entry: No Wrong Way to Die.
We have gotten so much mileage from this post. We ask and give possible answers to questions such as:
I forgot where I came from (spiritually) only because I wanted to remember again?
Because “heaven” is too wonderful and souls are eager to learn things the hard way?
Because the time and temperature on earth is perfect for human habitation so why not? Let’s be suffering humans? Really?!
Big existential questions, y’all! I do my best.
Last year I did a reading for the very first True Rafter I had ever met. She wanted to look at her life plan, what her higher self had planned for her and the themes around her incarnation.
Basically she was asking, “What the heck am I doing here?”
I looked and was astounded by what I saw, clear as a bell in my mind, as though I was physically looking at her plan right in front of my eyes: a single piece of paper, with a single sentence written on it.
Help where help is needed.
Then I saw travel all over the world. This help included everything from picking up a kid’s shoe that had fallen off his foot, to spending potentially years abroad working on grassroots projects in developing nations. The possibilities were truly limitless, but the purpose was the same.
And then I saw unfolding angel wings, and I understood.
It was truly mind-boggling to me, because most of what I’ve read through the teachers I’ve encountered never made mention of high-resonance “angelic” beings incarnating in physical form.
I’ve talked about Angel Training, sure. But I’d never before run into someone whose life plan was so profound and uncomplicated, and whose higher self showed me wings.
There are many potential ways to interpret this message, but I went with the certainty, the full-body *knowing* that came the moment I saw those wings.
So I told her exactly what I saw, and what I thought. Then I didn’t hear from her for months. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, that reading completely rocked my world. I felt like I’d caught a glimpse of El Dorado. Then, one day I opened my email to see a message from her, which was a testimonial so beautiful it actually made me cry.
This work is full of little miracles.
That reading opened my awareness to a whole new type of incarnation, one where you *don’t* have a plan. You didn’t really need one, and you’re okay with that.
Rafters have a comfort zone that is bigger than the widest-ranging risks a most of us would ever take. Big changes come easily to Rafters, they ride uncertainty and the unknown like a surfer on a wave.
Want to move across the country with this person you just met? Take a job you’ve been offered and think you can do but really know nothing about? Travel around the world for a few years with little money and no plan?
Sounds just right to a Rafter.
Rafters *know* it’ll always work out because it always DOES for them. They’re not here strictly for their own development, they’re the “right place, right time” masters, and they’re the ones who hear the other angels the best.
Rafters might not even know that their impulses are really nudges from all the angels trying to help us all along. Rafters are the angelic boots on the ground, they’re like the sleeper agents for the universe.
Here’s the really awesome thing: many of us have a sub-theme in life as a Rafter. Remember this whole thing is a continuum, with Planners on one extreme, Wingers in the middle and Rafters on the other end. There are a TON of people who have Rafter “phases” in life. We might devote a decade or more to a Rafter time, before “growing up” and discovering true ambitions of our own.
“True Rafters” (and by true, I mean those who incarnate with one sentence life plans) radiate an energy that so many people are attracted to. They seem pure, innocent, optimistic, friendly and loving towards everyone. Rafters simply can’t see a difference between one sort of person and another. They might be perplexed when someone tries to tell them about “those people” but they can’t hold on to a judgement against “those people” or the person talking to them!
I’m reminded of my high school friend Ben who invited a homeless man in Toronto to stay with him, without even consulting his roommate who was standing right there! It did not even occur to Ben that his friends might have a problem bringing this stranger home. A True Rafter can only see the light in another person, and is only capable of seeing the best, highest-good action as an option in any given situation.
Remember this entry on Exit Points? For Rafters, every day is a potential exit point. THAT is how open their life plan is! It’s a scary thought for a lot of people.
Here’s a tough part for a lot of people: Rafters are sometimes victims of terrible crimes. It was not necessarily planned when they came in to die in such a tragic way. Rafters seem to be tapped, or seem to be asked to put themselves in the path of a human predator to divert this predator from another potential victim who does have a complex life plan.
This is why it seems like the best, the brightest, the most radiant of people seem to end up as victims in this way.
Likewise, Rafters are the ones struck down in their prime by sudden illnesses or accidents. A rare disease will crop up out of nowhere and ruthlessly snuff out their light. A car accident will end it all, or a fluke series of coincidences. This golden child who always seemed to be on the right side of lady luck will suddenly seem to be crushed by a cruel and merciless world.
Why do bad things happen to good people? Well, because this world is a challenging place that’s full of random chance, a sort of organized chaos that is being actively managed by our own thoughts, our choices and the crazy-constant work of our guides, angels and spirit friends.
For Rafters, they didn’t plan a specific exit point. They can decide to be done at anytime. They can be nudged towards an exit point that will teach doctors about a rare disease, or help bring awareness to a trend of violent crime. Rafters do not hesitate to risk their lives helping others, and sometimes they do leave their bodies through one heroic act or another.
For those left behind, sometimes you can obviously see the how this person’s death had a profound impact on the world, but more often the death seems random and senseless.
What I’ve seen and heard through many readings, learned from many teachers, is that no death is random or senseless. It may not have been planned ahead of time, but every death has retroactive purpose.
Even the grieving process of those left behind is a lesson from a Rafter. The death and the grief will motivate action and change, because people just can’t *stand* this particular senseless death. Even in death, a Rafter’s influence has the uncanny knack of getting everyone involved in a good cause.
What’s in a name? How does your name affect the energy you experience? How does you name affect other people?
And PET NAMES! Do pet’s care what they’re called? What happens if the don’t like their name? I share stories about pets with opinions about their names.
Did you guys know that “Kate” is not my legal name, but my preferred name? Find out why I changed it in this week’s episode!
Do you feel like there are a lot of potential things you could succeed at? Do you feel enthusiastic about a LOT of different ideas? Do you wonder what your Life’s Purpose is? Do you feel guilty, as though you should narrow your interests down to one or two things as your “life path”? Do you worry whether you’re doing what you’re “supposed to do?”
Do you worry you may be wasting your life?
Welcome to the life of a Winger!
I came up with this term because I have a lot of Wingers as clients who ask me about their life’s purpose, as though they’re supposed to have only one, and as though everything in their life will magically fall into place if they could only just PICK something!
While Planners are meticulous in what they set out for themselves before they incarnate, through conversations with many clients and their angels / guides over the years, it’s become clear that we need some new language around the idea of “Life Plans”.
Planners are driven, they blaze through life, they’re focused and they can really help a winger decide on a course of action. Again, planners are great advisors.
Wingers are the ultimate creative spirits. They’re driven to do… something! Something amazing, something great! What is it???
Nothing is more exciting to a Winger than a new beginning, a new venture, a new possibility. Wingers start things over and over in their lives, and their lifetime can often be seen in clumps of themes over the years:
The childhood years, the student years, the child-rearing years, the divorce years, the new business years, the NEW new business years, the grieving years, the rebirth years. Wingers lives go in cycles, and so do their moods, even their energy levels and outlook on life.
Wingers can experience massive, sweeping changes in the fundamental parts of life that offer most other people a lot of stability: family, religion, location, careers, all of these things can undergo complete transformations within just one short lifetime.
That’s because Wingers’ INTENTION when they incarnated was to cover a bullet-point list of soulful experiences, and this “to do” list can be accomplished through the permutation of seemingly random events on earth.
Wingers are on a lifelong road trip without a map, without hotel reservations, just a bucket list and a whole lot of faith in themselves.
I believe we have a WHOLE LOT MORE Wingers on the planet right now than ever before. I have this theory because of the difference between myself and my psychic Oma (my paternal great-grandmother.)
My Oma was a remote-viewer. She could tap into where missing people were, what their condition was, whether they were alive or dead, and if alive, when they would be able to come home. She lived through both world wars, and her services were desperately needed and sought after by families all over Europe.
When anyone asks me about their future, I always qualify it with a speech: the future is a series of potentials based on the possible choices of all involved. So if you ask me should I move to Denver, Los Angeles or New York, I won’t pretend to tell you what “will” happen. We can look at the potentials of those choices.
Why is now different than 80 years ago?
We’re not at war, for starters. Not in the way the world was terrorized by war back while my Oma lived. 80 years ago, people’s choices were limited by so many factors: their gender, their economic status, their birthplace and heritage, their religion, their culture and their government. When a country went to war, the future of all of the people in that country was hardlined for at least a decade.
Young men went to war because they had to, (there was no where to run from conscription in WWI or II.) Women went to work and struggled to survive. Battles unfolded all over the world, everyone’s life plans unfolded in a coordinated dance, everyone moving in unison, the whole planet grinding relentlessly forward, the war driven by politics and greed.
Now, in our neck of the woods, many of us in “first world” countries have so much opportunity. We have our parents’ generation to thank for opening all of these options for us, and we’re breaking barriers in equality continually.
Now we have freedom to move around the world, freedom to change locations, religions, to break out of gender-roles and break through socio-economic boundaries.
So why on earth would everyone incarnate into a new age of possibilities with heavily detailed life plans?
You know what? A bunch of us just decided to pick themes, maybe five or fifty, and incarnate just with this list, just with this intuitive awareness of things we like, things that make us happy.
And for some of us, that’s all the guidance we get in life.
What’s incredibly liberating for a Winger is just to *know* they’re a Winger. We hear a lot of rhetoric about being “on track” with your life’s purpose. That’s enough to make a Winger hyperventilate!
I’ve got a secret for all you fellow wingers out there:
You cannot screw this up.
You really can’t. The worst thing you can do is make yourself unhappy worrying about what you *should* be doing. Nothing kills creativity more than putting too much weight on outside advice.
You will never be a square peg in a square hole. You’ll never fit quite right anywhere. You’re not designed to fit! You’re designed to be weird, to be different, to explore and to learn!
As long as you’re doing those things, as a winger, you’re on track!
Now, understand that you don’t have to be *only* a winger or a planner – you can be a combination of both. There are a million different shades of winger / planner. In fact, I think a lot of people are *mostly* planner, and when they get to a winger stage in their life, it seems like everything’s fallen apart.
Combination wingers / planners live like a “choose your own adventure” book. They come up to some major crossroads in their life which profoundly affects the direction of their life. In those moments you’re looking at your list and yourself and you’re having a conversation with your “higher self” – which road do you take?
You will pick the right road, don’t worry.
Wingers have a talent at looking back on their lives, mistakes and all, and not regretting a single moment because it all made them the person they are today.
And that was the whole point.
(I couldn’t think of a photo to go with “Planners” – so you get a cat and a budgie!)
In Episode 14 of the Joyful Telepathy Podcast I introduced the idea of Planners, Wingers and Rafters as a way of looking at our life plans.
Life Plans are generally what people talk about when they mean “my soul’s purpose, my intention when I incarnated, my contract with the Divine.”
With the idea of a “Life Plan” came this anxiety that if you’re not “on track” with your life plan, not doing what you’re supposed to do, that this is the source of your anxiety, discontent, depression or unhappiness.
Just like universal manifestation ideas like “The Secret” can be erroneously boiled down into a blaming the person for their own unhappiness, the Life Plan idea has resulted in the same anxiety:
If I’m unhappy, I must be doing something terribly wrong.
Are we responsible for how we experience our lives? OF COURSE. There is so much you can do relieve the mental and emotional suffering you experience when life rains crap.
But where is the crap coming from? Is THAT your Life Plan?
Maybe. It depends on whether you’re a Planner, Winger or Rafter.
I’m going to split this up into three posts over the next three days, so keep checking back! Today, we’ll cover Planners.
Everyone knows Planners. You can spot them a mile away. Planners never ask me to look at their life plan, they’re so intuitively plugged into what they want to do next that they have difficulty relating to people who experience a lot of uncertainty.
Planners have excellent saving habits (because they’re so plugged into the future and what they want to do) and Planners seem to have a near-limitless amount of energy. They were born with a drive to burn through a Divine To Do List with a thousand little action items!
Planners are the ones who seem to get ALL the lucky breaks. If they incarnated with a Life Plan to touch the lives of millions of people, that fame comes very easily to them – they’re always in the right place at the right time.
Wingers can get very discouraged if they compare themselves to Planners.
Here’s a secret about Planners: they experience the same level of spiritual challenge as everyone else. It doesn’t always LOOK like they’re struggling, which is another great Planner characteristic – on the ground floor, Planners can intuitively sense what they need to do next.
That doesn’t make it easy.
My grandfather’s mother was a planner. She had many children and an extremely difficult life. Yet, her whole life, she always “did what needed doing,” and she didn’t waste a lot of time agonizing about it.
Planners put so much detail into their life plans, they’re capable of setting up some of the greatest spiritual challenges on earth. Their life plan may not actually be about their individual sentient consciousness. In fact, a Planner can end up taking on a massive karmic burden (past-life baggage that needs to be worked out on the other side or in future lives.)
Planners often come in to make a big splash, and they often make huge sacrifices for the team.
They volunteer to provide this life experience so that others can be affected by their story. They’re challenging, they’re controversial and many planners die in dramatic and shocking ways.
Who do you think may be a planner?
Remember this post, waaaaay back in 2011 about the colours of domestic cats and how it can signify the cat’s mission?
I thought I’d elaborate on what I’ve learned in the past few years. Here’s a quick list:
– It seems that in general, only cats seem to have obvious colour-concurrences to their “mission” in life (whether it’s healing, helping with spiritual growth, grounding, being a clown, etc.) Dogs and indeed most domestic pets come in with specific missions in relation to their human (why be a pet, otherwise?) But with dogs it’s often breed-related, and dogs frequently seem to incarnate back into their *physical* line, meaning they seem to like to reincarnate into bodies that are decended from their previous bodies. I’ve seen this with horses and I’ve absolutely heard this from wild birds, who reincarnate into their descendants.
But only cats seem to use fur colours to signal what exactly it is that they’re up to.
Here’s a list of the most common groupings, as observed by Penelope Smith and by me. Now, keep in mind that not EVERY orange cat is a member of the “Orange Cat Contingent”, but all members of the Orange Cat Contingent make sure they have orange coats.
Big change. Cheerful, jollying you along, leaders, encourage leadership in their families, encourage self-confidence, bold, brash, encourage global change (they’re major environmentalists). Sometimes they minor in energy healing (as many cats do!) They hold the “vibration” of sunlight, energy, optimism, catalysts. Orange cats may present themselves as signs to encourage you in a new beginning, to encourage you on your way.
Grounding. Keeping you down to earth with love, snuggles, companionship, humour. Big snugglers, big lovers. They are awesome at helping you to love yourself, to become independent from the opinions of others, to remind you to connect with nature and connect with your true self / heart center / what you really want in life. They’re great at calming you down and helping you through hard times.
Black & White (Tuxedo)
Sacred clowns! Tuxies are born to raise the vibration of the people around them, constantly, through clowning! My friend’s tuxie invented the most ridiculous way to eat his food: he backs his butt up the wall behind the food dish and eats his food while doing a handstand. He does this “because it’s funny”. Check out all the toilet-trained cats on you-tube – so many of them are tuxies! They do it “because it’s funny”. They also like to invent games, get into mischief (are known to flush their toys down the toilet once they’ve learned how to operate it!) They’re all about living in the moment, making this moment brighter, happier.
Physical healing. Traditional herbalists often had black cats, which is how they became associated with “witches” and “bad luck” in some countries. In other countries, black cats are actually considered to be sacred and good luck! Black cats are often medical intuitive and are excellent at scanning the bodies of humans and recommending particular plants with certain energy signatures. I think black cats and herbalists have been working together for thousands of years, and that herbalists developed a close, animal communication relationship with their little helpers! Today, the black cats throw suggestions into the brains of their loved ones to encourage good health. Drink that tea. You want to eat spinach. You want to come to bed early tonight.
Black cats also seem to have a proud history of being muses to writers and artists, helping to hold a supportive, creative space.
I’ve noticed that many other psychic and animal communicators seem to find themselves in the company of white cats. White cats seem to have this spiritual connection, this ability to help and support their humans in raising their own resonance so they can tap into and connect with the “divine”, be it nature, spirits, other animals or their own healing gifts. White cats are often born deaf (as with many white dogs, it’s a genetic trait associated with the white gene). Deafness in animals often ramps up their dependence of their telepathic abilities, (as does blindness) and consequently, white cats often choose deafness to amplify their ability to communicate telepathically with their humans, to facilitate their teachings. That’s one hell of a devotion!
Siamese / Point colouring
Siamese are a breed more than a colouring, but they’ve been cross-bred so much that point colouring appears in many different types of housecats, and in “new” breeds. In general, point-coloured cats take great pride in their ancestry and their spiritual responsibilities. They’re extraordinarily devoted, and demanding of respect. A Siamese-heritage cat has a way of asking “do you know who I am?” And so asks you, “Do you know who YOU are?” They model pride, spirituality, history and wealth. They remind you to take pride in your own heritage, your own history and to demand respect.
I’ve noticed that some of the newer pointed cross-breeds like the Birmen and the Ragdolls seem to be more “black and white” clowny temperaments even thought they appear more Siamese. I haven’t really figured out whether the newer breeds are coming in as contingents / missions or if they just want to be love bugs and have a good time.
Tortishell & Calico
These are the cats of artists. They’re introspective, they’re beautiful, often shy and introverted, they seem to dress up every room they enter. They’re excellent muses. Often they give the human permission to be a loner, to be introspective, to be different, unusual, to contrast with their own environment. They understand this life experience, and commiserate.
Grey / Silver
Childhood. Many people who have owned grey cats knew them when they were children. Grey cats often come in for the kids. One thing I’ve noticed in readings is that Grey, Black and White cats often have past lives as cats among these three colours, but not in any other. This seems a bit too much “on the nose” to be real to me, but there must be something energetically related about these colours and the beings who are attracted to these contingents. Grey cats pop up in fluffy, long-haired, flat-faced bodies, and when they do they’re often speaking to the *inner* child of the adults in the house, helping the human to reconcile past experiences in this life and in their past lives. Sleek, short-haired grey cats are much more active, and seem to do the best job at snapping the humans out of their “head” and into the moment, connecting them to their irrational inner wants and needs, which are really our spiritual wants and needs.
When it’s not possible for the humans to meet or act upon their spiritual wants and needs (because sometimes, life sucks) the greys are amazing at holding that space of hope, supporting the humans through their limbo, until the “sun can shine” in their life again. Grey cats really help us to clear the clouds from our lives.
That’s what I’ve learned so far from hundreds of pet readings and through Penelope Smith’s teachings.
What do you guys think about this? Did you / do you have a cat in any of these contingents?
*remember I love to see your pet photos!*
(Juliette the Bichon Frise)
Before I had an official psychic business, I was doing pet readings for friends and clients by word-of-mouth referral. This little bichon, Juliette, is my friend’s dog and she’s had so many funny things to say over the years!
Juliette is probably the most demanding and diva-esque dog I’ve ever met, although I spoke to a lovely little Yorkie named Sophie who had a long, thought-out list of special requests for her person too.
With Sophie, she came up with the requests in part because she knows her human enjoys fulfilling her needs so much – so she invents a few extra needs. She’s a 5lb dog in a big world, after all. Who wouldn’t want a pillow by the bed to land on?
Juliette has a very natural life out and about in the British Columbia wilds. In fact, I’m pretty sure her ancestors have been pampered city dogs for generations. Juliette gives me the impression of a humourous, slightly-put-out, female gentile in the wild, wild west, who has adapted to and adores the rugged environment that is now her home, but who hasn’t forgotten the comforts of a more civilized existence. This is reflected in her requests before her Mom travels.
They do always know where you’re going, what you’re doing, so don’t even think you can pull one over on your pet!
Juliette knows when her Mom is headed to the city, and comes up with city-specific requests. She loves doggie boutiques because the staff always fuss over her and tell her how pretty she is, and she’s one of those dogs who enjoys new collar, a variety of coats, a special, gourmet dog treat to eat.
Juliette also knows when her Mom is eating one thing, but thinking she really *should* be eating something else. Juliette has consistently reported her Mom’s guilty snacking. Mom eats popcorn. Mom eats chips. Mom ate chocolate – and I didn’t get any!
Juliette doesn’t really care whether Mom eats treats or not, she just reports on the state of emotional eating. As her Mom was going through one heck of a stressful time, Juliette was really reporting on the things her Mom did to make herself feel better.
It’s really funny what they notice. I get a kick out of it, anyway.