by Melissa Begley
Shimmering candles and an aromatic fragrance of a zealous attraction was the reason I selected you.
An abused kitten, I adopted prior to her five weeks of age birthday, rescued from a violent environment.
Around Cleopatra’s five-month birthday, an Animal Communicator met us for a spiritual consultation.
Without background knowledge, the seer disclosed physical and emotional abuse coupled with her eating disorders.
A Manx with a troubled past, but concerned about not having a fluffy tale. A culture shock and idiosyncratic lack of confidence. Why me she inquired?
Black velvet fur with oversized yellow eyes, and elongated long back legs with the elegance, poise, and gracefulness of the flounce that mirrors a fashion model.
A heightened sense of our relationship was revealed; we are spiritually connected. Keep in mind that souls of siblings are not always bonded and that may possibly be the reason of disengaged earthly relationships.
The seer noticed, two of my deceased, long haired, Puss cats and a medium size dog slept with me at nighttime.
Intervention was necessary for the reason a family member, from the spirit world, ridiculed Cleopatra because she was a Manx and had no tale.
Am I a wild-eyed fool that is gullible, with the assumption; that human souls are bonded with the souls of animals?
Animal totems are mystical and ancient priests and priestess transmuted the animal’s power into their identity during ceremonial dances.
Are we taught universal powers and manifest nature’s secrets by aligning with the spirit and souls of animals?
Is there wisdom in tree sprits? Do you acquire healing energy from a tree, protective powers, or nourishment of positivity?
Perchance, I am delusional, crazy, imaginative, or dancing in a different dimension than you.
October 15, 2020 (Ms. P.)
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