Six months after my talk with Beulah, we fostered a litter of kittens and their mama. They were left in a cardboard box in the Sandy Pioneer cemetery. A really nice lady found them, and carried them home to her apartment, where she risked eviction for a week caring for them.
Sadie and her seven kittens took up residence in our bathroom for the next 2 months. One of the kittens was in continuous attack mode, beating up every last one of his brothers and sisters. He was the runt, so I think he had a little Napoleon complex. We named him, “Meany-butt.”
About a month into their stay, he jumped up on the couch.
I said, “Hi Meany-butt.”
He said, “My name is not Meany-Butt. My name is Arthur!” He settled at the end of the couch.
I questioned my sanity at this point. This little kitten was shouting at me! How would he know that his name is Arthur? Such a little kitten with such an important name. We called him “Arthur” from that point forward, and his adoptive family continued to call him Arthur. He got his point across, loud and clear.
Arthur and Leo
Most people experience moments like this. They pass it off as imagination or coincidence. If this happens to you, it’s your powerful intuition that you’re denying. It’s like tying an arm behind your back and then pretending it’s not there. Why would you want to do that?
You would want to do that because you wouldn’t want people to call you weird. That’s normal. So, just talk back and don’t tell anybody until you’re ready. It’s okay to grow into your intuitive powers without having to admit it.
Tomorrow, part 3. I’ll tell you how my intuitive powers took off…
I’ve never heard anything.
And now I’m trying so very hard to .. interestingly – something happened with Atlas tonight, something that wasn’t good, though I still don’t know what was or is wrong. But as I was giving him reiki, my throat was aching horribly, and it still is – I figure it must be because I so badly want to be able to ask him what’s wrong.
Elizabeth-
I sent you an email.