As you may know, Joey my cat died on Sept 1, 2011.

Late at night of 9/2 I had dreams that Joey and my childhood dog Jinx where one.  I have always speculated this.  In the dreams the feeling I had with both of them was exactly the same.  Joey was born three years after Jinx’s passing.

At 4:44am on 9/3 I was awoken by my cell phone.  Someone from New Heaven Conn. was calling me.  I didn’t answer my phone.  4 is the number of transitions (I know this cause like a Gypsy I can read a deck of playing cards as an oracle.)

I instantly felt Joey spirits present.  He snuggled up to me close and laid his head heavy on my head like we used to sleep.  Makia curled up with him too for a while.

Joey said, “I missed you so I came to you.  I come for as much as my lonliness as for yours.”  He did not say this as if it was really sad.  Just explaining that sometimes our loved ones on the other side also miss our earthly presence.

“Mom,” Joey said, “You know I brought the feeling of my bum knee here.  It’s imprinted on my spirit.”  This Joey was telling because it is something I have always been interested in.  Just because we die doesn’t mean all our issues go away.

I have known animals to reincarnate and to repeat their same illness, behavioral problems and life story in their next life. 

“I died early” Joey continued (I know you all dont think 18 years old is yearly but he was good shape before all of this) , “because before I came back to earth I said I wanted to die before I go blind and deaf.  It was not good in my last life when I was blind and deaf.” 

This is true.  If he was really Jinx my parents had moved to a strange home and would often get frustrated with his disabilities.  They were moving and under stress and they did not have the time to give him all that he needed and there is more knowledge now about what to do with elderly dogs.

I felt sad and then all of a sudden I had a frozen sensation and a man in a black t-shirt appeared in my minds eye.  He was strong, firm, athletic and creepy.  He had something to do with the military.  “Go away” I told him and pushed him out of my mind.  He left me with a chill.

As a medium this happens to me sometimes.  People spirits wanting to talk or tease from the other side.

“Did you notice him Joey” I asked.

Joey responded, “No, I didn’t even feel him.  I am in a different deminsion.  I was not connected to that one.” And that made me feel good that he is in a plane that is safe.  That was not always true for Maia my deceased wolf dog.

Day of 9/3.  I feel empty and cry when I see the spot on the bed Joey should be sleeping at or when I expect to see him under the chair or when I drive in the drive way or any other time it sneaks up on me. Though there is a strange peace that is around me. 

For the first time in a long time I am not worried about Joey. 

I think of myself as a positive person

who knows how to claim happiness instead of real despair,

but I realize now that I was living with a undercurrent of worry for Joey’s well being

and now that is gone.  It is freeing and empty all in one.

I am in a complete surrender to what is at the moment.  Or maybe it is peace, despair, or indifference and I just can’t tell which.

Joey tells me this day not to buy the horse I have been obsessed with because I need a rest from worry and taking care of animals.  This maybe true.  “I want a horse” I tell him.  “You need to rest and gain more energy.” Joey says.  This is true.

Everything the animals feel, think and see runs through me a lot of times I am tired.  This is why I believe most empaths or people in the service position get cancer. We take on everyone else’s stuff and dont always know how to filter it out.  I am working on it.  Things have been much better.

But maybe Joey is right.  Maybe I do not need that adorable filly right now…(Or do I?)

Middle of night 9/3 11:30 is pm there are energy beings the size of cats but disc shaped flying over me.  I am awoken by them brushing up against me and giving me the feeling that I have just rolled over on one of my cats and suffocated them.

I jump up in a quick fear similar to when my brother used to jump out screaming at me behind doorways.  The discs fly past me taking the wind from my chest with out the punching feeling.  I flip on the light.  They are gone.

I am keeping myself too open for Joey to come and other beings are taking advantage of my psychic door being open.

I call for Joey to see if he is ok.  He does not come.  Instead Juliette’s spirit, my old cat and Joey’s old friend, comes instead.  “He can’t come now mom.” She says.  “Why I ask” feeling a loneliness and longing for my “little man”

“Mom, he is in that space.  He is being and processing.”  Yes, I thought.  The three days of transitioning is not over.  In these three days, they are much farther away.  Juliette showed me the space briefly.  Omnipotent white light, emptiness, warm breeze with the feeling all over almost like tea tree oil on your scalp.

“Wow, beautiful and almost too powerful for me” I thought with a feeling of an open door way deep  in my heart that leads out to a never ending universe.

 

Makia and my other animals want you all to know they love Joey and miss him dearly.