Permission

Connected to the previous two blogs.

Taking the cat to Chiara’s place was not as straightforward as getting permission from Gail’s friends. I actually wanted permission from Gail herself but I didn’t know whether this would be possible due to the short time since she had died. Generally, I find most people need a bit of time before they are able to communicate but of course, that depends on the person. I thought I would try anyway. I have a wonderful meditation I use for meeting loved ones on the other side and I put this on. The decision was weighing heavily on me, in fact so heavily, that it was making me cry. I followed the meditation until I got to the gates. I had set my intention quite firmly that I wanted to explain to Gail what I was proposing to do with her cat.

I wasn’t disappointed, Gail was there on the other side of these gates when they opened. Her first response was one of happiness; she had met up with her loved ones. Then her voice came through quite sternly. ‘’I gave you that cat because I knew you would look after it.’’ Then an understanding, rather than words, showing me that she knew I would do the right thing by Blackie, that she trusted my guidance and she could see that yes, this was the right thing. Then I heard her words again, ‘’I trust you.’’

That was the confirmation that I needed to pass Blackie on to Chiara, who I was now convinced, was meant to have her. One of Chiara’s comments as I left Blackie that day was that she thought Blackie would help with healings. Chiara sees several clients a week and I am sure she was correct. My own cat, Paws, used to sit outside the treatment room when I had my clients and would have joined us if I had let her. If someone was visiting and unwell or sore, Paws would sit on the exact spot of their discomfort, like she knew their ailments. Some cats do have this remarkable ability and I am sure Blackie was a great help to Gail through her stressful illness.

An interesting thing has happened since I had Blackie in the house too. I have found more of my mother issues have surfaced to be healed. I have done a tremendous amount of work on these over the years and actually thought I had completed that work, so I was surprised with the latest that appeared. Paws died six years ago, six weeks after my mother. Perhaps, it was having a cat back in the house that brought these issues up. Stroking Blackie was what I did with Paws and the timing of her and my mother dying so close together, perhaps brought these issues up, or maybe Blackie knew they were still there. Whatever the reason, I am grateful for the opportunity for this extra healing.

I will enclose a photo I took the day Gail died, with this blog. She passed over a few minutes after 7pm. This photo was taken at 7.23pm. Gail and I had had a few discussions about life on the other side, she had read my first book and was part way through my second. She knew my beliefs on life after death. Plus, the cat was being delivered to me later on that evening. I feel that it is her in the photo and that the 20 minutes would have given her time to realise the freedom she now had. The way I understand it is our thoughts, after we have died, take us to the people we think about, which could explain why people often report seeing their loved ones soon after death.

Of course, the photo could just be a bit of dust in the lens. The orb appeared in only one other photo even though I took heaps at that same time. I would like to believe it was Gail, coming to confirm that she was now free. And until someone proves otherwise, I will hold that belief.