I was 18, a first year psychology major, full of wonder, logic, and being conditioned with the art of science. I gave little thought to spirituality as at this time the mysteries of the universe were over shadowed by mystery of the mind as portrayed by Western psychology.
In October my cat of 9 years was poisoned by my neighbour. I had always felt my cat and I had a connection on an unspoken level of consciousness, a form of communication that I could not explain, a deep feeling, an understanding. I watched Duke’s health deteriorate over a two week period; it pained me to see him suffering. It was at this time I discovered what it meant to look into one’s eyes and see their soul. What it meant to look into one’s eyes and communicate spirit to spirit. He wanted permission to leave his body.
Wednesday, October 30th 1996 I was heading out my door to go to school, Duke was laying on the front porch. It was 8am and I had to catch a bus, I was in a hurry. Something stopped me from racing past Duke that morning. I stopped, patted him, looked him in the eyes. I said “Duke I love you. It is okay, you can let go, just give me a sign”. Two and a half hours later I was getting settled in my English class across town. The class was situated in a basement computer lab on campus, an hours bus ride away from my home. Logging into my computer I heard Duke crying; he had a distinctive cry . . . but it couldn’t be. It wasn’t logical, it was not rational. I looked around. I asked fellow students if they heard a cat and they had not. I knew Duke had let go and passed on.
When I returned home from school late that afternoon my mother attempted to avoid me. I corned her as she was watering plants and said “It is okay, he passed away at 10:30 this morning”. My mother stopped watering her plants and looked at me confused; she replied “I haven’t told anyone yet, how did you know”.
Spirit to spirit we are connected, whatever life form we take on.
If you are looking for evidence - just ask for a sign.
