Breakfast at McDonald’s

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):  I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.
 The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.
 
 Her last project of the term was called, “Smile.”  The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.  Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.  It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
 
 We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch… an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.  As I turned around I smelled a horrible “dirty body” smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.  As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was “smiling”. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance.
 
 He said, “Good day” as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.  The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.  I held my tears as I stood there with them.  The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
 
 He said, “Coffee is all Miss” because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).  Then I really felt it – the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.
 
 I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.
 
 I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Thank you.” I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, “I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.”
 
 I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, “That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.” We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.  I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.
 
 I turned in “my project” and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, “Can I share this?” I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on
 the last night I spent as a college student.
 
 I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:  UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS – NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

There is an Angel sent to watch over you.

~Author Unknown

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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November 2024 Blog – Messages from Spirit

Messages from Spirit are with us 24/7, yet some folks laugh at the notion. I however, depend on it to give me guidance everyday. Why would we suppose communication would be only a “one-way street”? It is part of us, part of our “Higher- Self” and part of the entourage that assists us on Life’s journey. I believe it is “embedded” within our being. Intention is the key to access this gift we all carry.

I was talking to a client yesterday. I suggested she ask her angels and guides for help. They won’t interfere or assist us unless we ask. This is the planet of free choice after all. She had either forgotten or really didn’t know. I asked her to then get in a quiet place, perhaps out in nature and her answer would come. She was too busy.

The answers always come, it seems, in the last possible moment. Poof! ⚡️⚡️That small voice inside our head that says, “Turn right”, “Turn left” “Why not stop here?”, “This is where you need to be”, or “It’s time to take the leap”. I find when my left-brain intellect is preoccupied, the answer to my question or divine guidance comes most easily. There is no thought involved. Sometimes it’s at three o’clock in the morning when the 3D world is most quiet. Other times, it’s when I drive. It may even be in the shower, or walking outside or on the elliptical machine at the gym. When my left brain is engaging with that “shiny” object and busy, the answer comes in a nanosecond and I know what to do.

I understand that this quantum attribute we carry is connected to our pineal gland, our heart and our gray matter. All three work in unison. But is there a “place”? We could say YES, but quantum reality occupies no “place”. It is a frequency or energy and we have a built-in-receiver. I like to say, it’s part of our “original equipment” we were born with. Yet, it is not particularly valued—and some discount it all together. But is that what saved multiple people’s lives on the day the Twin Towers fell. Many heard not to go to work that day. Yale University has studies tracking such things if more assurance is needed.

Bruce Lipton, PhD, author of The Biology of Belief, says it this way, “The new physics provides a modern version of ancient spirituality. In a universe made out of energy, everything is entangled; everything is one.”

This veil that gives us the illusion of what separates us from everything—on things we cannot see or touch is on purpose and is thinner than ever before. It’s related to the the magnetics of the planet. And as the magnetics have continued to shift– it is directly tied to our perception of our reality and our dimensionality. Could there even be more? It seems, there is always more! 

Kryon gets deeper than that. He says intuition and messages from Spirit are connected but refers to it as the “third language.” As we know the language of spirit is not linear. Kryon expands expands his explanation:

You asked how: Start with asking for this in the most quiet times you have. Take time to meditate, and ask for nothing but this. Tell your God-partner (the Higher-Self) that you wish to start this connection and keep it. Take the profundity of the emotional feeling you have during these quiet times with God and keep them going! Come out of meditation and walk this 4D earth in an interdimensional bubble of love. Don’t close the mediation . . . just get up and keep it going!

These are all concepts. They don’t seem to relate to a linear step-by-step procedure, do they? You may not have received the answer you wanted, either. So many of you want the solutions in a simple way. It isn’t simple. You begin a process through divine co-creation, and you stair-step through it as your own process demands it. But you can’t climb the stairway until you open the door.

Can you show the color blue to a child? Yes. This is simple. Now, explain it to a sightless person. This is complex. Interdimensionality is this way. You want steps, rules, and procedures, but it’s far more complex than this. It’s also the goal of everything we teach. Begin with pure intent. Follow it up with joy. Add some wisdom and give it some time. God can hardly wait to fill up your cup of understanding.”

Intuition, the “Third language” and messages from Spirit—two way non-linear communication available 24/7 and ours for the asking! 

Get quiet, be patient and ask for guidance. See what answers and direction you receive in the new third language! 

“From Here to There”

Blog – October 2024 –

Approximately 90 miles from Cuba, sits the tiny island of Key West. Key West is located on the Straits of Florida dividing the Atlantic Ocean to the east from the Gulf of Mexico to the west. It has it’s own “vibe” most definitely. An old historical island filled with repurposed, vintage cigar factories, restaurants and bars, shopping boutiques, art galleries, and a fair amount of legends’ and stories written about it in novels as well as the crusty authors who wrote and lived there. Probably a favorite stop for pirates in days gone by! I can’t forget to mention the iconic chickens who meander the streets inviting themselves in, just about everywhere. Bikes are big transportation downtown and I seem to remember them being parked throughout the tiny bustling city. Key West is a TRIP. It is also the “southern most point” of the continental United States and designated by a huge colorful landmark buoy, painted red, white and black. 

But, had I ever visited the Northern or most NW corner of the United States? Actually, No. I had seen Neah Bay on the map many times—but I didn’t ever remember venturing out to that tiny corner of the United States, which lies just outside the rugged terrain of Olympic National Park, of which I had hiked decades before and part of the ancient culture of the indigenous Makah Tribe.

It was an exceptionally beautiful fall day last Tuesday and I was inspired to drive the two plus hours west down Hwy 101 though the old logging and mill town of Port Angeles turning on to the windy state Hwy 112 towards Neah Bay. The road was not a fast drive, with many curves, rolling roads and hairpin turns. An old wagon road beginning back in the 1920’s had obviously been repaired many times over its existence and was still undergoing repairs today. There were signs warning of speed, slides, ice, and wildlife crossing, which is no joke up here. In the month since I arrived, I have witnessed two deer accidents—one by proxy—and one on my way to Neah Bay. I observed a guy loading a freshly hit dear into the back of his pickup. I guess in some places now, a “lead” Elk wears a collar and trigger’s flashing lights to warn drivers of the crossing herd. But, I digress . . . 

The scenic byway looks across the rough and blustery Straits of Juan de Fuca, much of the time, towards Vancouver Island, Canada. Along the drive you pass areas that have been completely logged out, rural “homesteads”, foothills, meadows/valleys, numerous rivers, campgrounds and beaches. The masculine feel of the Pacific Ocean and coast is never far away—and the coolness of the fog, mist and temperature looms as the sun tries hard to break its way onto the road through old growth forests and deciduous trees along the highway. At certain points the rainforest’s continual wetness is clearly visible as many of the trees and stumps have a variety of mosses and lichens growing from their branches and bark giving the whole scene a “Harry Potter” feel. The Olympic National Park’s temperate rainforest and ecosystem is a fascinating study all by itself, I thought to myself.

I had diligently packed a picnic lunch and remembered to bring it with me but as I drove into the small village of the Neah Bay and the tribal lands of the Makah people around lunch time, a banner announcing “FRESH FISH & CHIPS” caught my attention. My car as if on autopilot pulled into the deserted parking lot in front of the industrious looking fishing marina and next to the makeshift restaurant. This marina was not one of luxury yachts as I had observed in Ft. Lauderdale, but working fishing vessels of every size and color. The village itself, population 935 as of the 2020 census, was of a hard-working folk, unadorned, and hamlet subject to the brutal rain and winds of the Pacific Ocean coming from the west.  Neah Bay is simple, basic and modest with its array of pick-up trucks, crab pots and wandering but friendly dogs. I shared a couple pieces of beef jerky with one because she was soooo sweet!

You know some things you just can’t make up! While eating my utterly fresh and delicious lunch looking out towards the marina, another couple had stopped for their lunch as well. A conversation of small talk led to the discovery that Tom’s family grew up in the same area as I had, attended the University of Washington also and knew my sister, Caryl. What are the chances? He is a photographer now, his wife is a graphic designer and they live in Prague. Yes, that Prague—the capital of the Czech Republic! They were visiting family here. (smile)

Time began to move fast and I needed to be back to Sequim for an early dinner. Cape Flattery—a couple windy miles further up the road and a mile, and a half hike would put me to the edge of the United States. Or I could visit the Makah Cultural and Research Center Museum of the Makah Indian Nation. I chose the museum. 

I had been on a hunt for what the Indigenous people knew about “history before history”. I paid the $8.00 entrance fee and started the tour. Looking at the some of the 55,000 artifacts unearthed in the 1969-1970 archeological dig that had revealed itself during a fierce storm the winter before and reading placards along the way. It became evident that this poor village of Ozette (15 miles to the south) which was buried in a mudslide around 1700 had a hard existence but deep reverence for the natural world along with their strong spiritual beliefs. They lived at one with both the sea and mother nature. 

The exhibits talked about the seals and marine life—the fish—the salmon, the whales, wild berries and various plants that were used for smoking and cooking. Rocks were made into tools. So were the teeth of otters. A special dog-hair was woven into blankets. They made wooden storage boxes out of cedar, wove baskets out of cattail reeds and used big cedar canoes for their fishing expeditions. The museum even included a replica of a long-house where families lived and escaped the harsh weather. Grandmothers did most of the cooking. Seagull eggs were a favorite and staple. And the tribe’s name translates to “People who live by the rocks and seagulls.” Their tribal lands were carved up when Canada and the U.S., two governments, laid down their boundaries without consideration to the Makah People.

Looking at the books for sale in the gift store, a Makah elder spoke quietly to me. She said, “I don’t want to startle you.” I turned, honestly smiling, admitting I was so focused on the bookshelves, I hadn’t even noticed her sitting quietly on a bench. We chatted. She said, “It’s too bad we don’t have time for a cup of coffee.” I agreed. “I have to go and do this next tour group, they are waiting for me.” 

She gave me her email. I wish to remain in touch.

From Here to There . . . very different cultures, environments and points on the map. However, when we realize we are all one family, there will be peace. 

It is my hope. 

I will see this in my lifetime. 

I hope it is your dream, too.

And so it is.

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and helps others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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A SHOUT OUT TO TRUCKERS 📣 📣 📣

I don’t know if 18 wheelers and long distance carriers still have handles. I don’t know much about the whole industry, actually, but I do know that when I cross the country there are hundreds—thousands on the back roadways—freeways—or state highways. They also park in rest areas and truck parking—so many you can’t count as you pass by. I know that driving can’t be an easy lifestyle or way to make a living ’cause when you ain’t drivin’—you ain’t gettin’ paid.

It seemed there were more on the road that I can remember as I made this last cross-country trip. The companies are too numerous to recall—except for maybe the major lines. It really doesn’t matter. There are a hell-of-a-lot of independent drivers, too. Each truck in someway seems to carry the personality or energy of the driver inside. Now a days—I even see women behind the wheel. I’m sure there have always been a few, but it was definitely a man’s world. I have observed what appears to be husband and wife also. That makes me smile.

When I fill up with gas, I like an easy on-and-off. It cuts the time of my stop, not getting snarled in local traffic. When you’re doing 500-700 miles a day—sometimes more—minutes count. I mention this, because “Loves” is one stop that seems to innately understand and have placed their stations outside the city limits both for autos and trucks. Land was probably less expensive, too.  I’m sure I’m not alone, because most of the time they are pretty busy with the hustle and bustle of road warriors. LOL Time is not necessarily money in my case, it’s more like, “How tired am I going to be when I stop for the night?”

What I hear over the loud speaker is, “Customer 74, shower #5 is ready for you.” I can’t imagine taking a shower in a very nice gas station—but at the end of the day—a gas station. To their credit, the restrooms have always been clean. Thank you! It’s a tough job.

The trucks I pass and those that pass me, are painted now in beautiful scarlet reds, parakeet greens—and, cobalt blues. A few oriole yellow, tiger orange or the grape, violet or lilac purple. The major lines, pretty much all have their logos and graphics which carry the basic black, white and red—yellow and green colors. 

You’ve probable seen them a million times—and not given it a second thought. I know they all mean something—and it really doesn’t matter. I also know the history of organized crime behind this industry—but those are the boys at the top pulling the strings—and I would dare to guess not the ones behind the wheel making sure we have groceries in our cities and therefore in our homes to feed our families. This is a network that is vast and almost unfathomable. Everything ultimately seems to come by truck. I read a few years back that our roadways handle more than 2 million trucks on the road at any one time. 

In this world of chaos, the truckers stand for something. Certainly the Canadian truckers did. They took a stand and were penalized severely for standing up to tyranny. They warned us to be careful of governments selling CBDC’s and how quickly those who control the electronic world of bank accounts can freeze our own when we stand up for ourselves against the elite oligarchs. On a side note, don’t fall for the “safe and convenient narrative”.  Just saying. That’s something that can’t be lost on us. We also must read between the lines. We’re only a few feet away from the same fate. I could take a deep dive into many areas of our system today which need revamping. I see the corruption hanging on for life—but today—I want to extend my gratitude for the hours and dangers and sacrifices that truckers make to be sure the goods and services we all need are delivered in a timely fashion—no matter what the weather and political climate throws their direction. 

If you know or have a chat with a local driver, it might be nice to acknowledge his commitment for really a thankless job. Here’s a shout out to the millions of truck drivers who spend their days and nights on the asphalt highways crisscrossing America. They are really the modern-day cowboys. Thank you!

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

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“Eating is my Hobby”, Said Ethel – Adventures in Canning – 

Where do I begin? First off, I’m blaming Sprouts, a local grocery store, to start. One day strolling through the store a couple of years back just to pick up one item, I noticed beautiful organic strawberries on sale for 99¢ a carton.  OMG! What a bargain! As I rounded the next isle of the produce section, the grocery store had large irresistible yummy sweet potatoes priced for .99¢ a pound—rather than the regular cost of $2.49!

With no root cellar as in days gone by—especially in Florida where a shovel full of dirt may draw water and a strong hurricane may take your electricity out for weeks—the freezing option was clearly dicey at best. Canning seemed like a great alternative. Not to mention some glitches in the supply chain. Real life villains’ Bill Gates, now the largest farm-land owner in the United States, with millions invested in lab-grown Frankenfood.  And the other Real-life Bond Villain, Klaus Schwab, of WEF notoriety pitching how bugs will be our dinner and how we will totally learn to like eating them. NO. Thank. You! 

So, I asked my partner in crime, “Do you wanna give canning a try?” 

“Yes,” was the answer. As Ethel said to Lucy, “I Can’t Help It, Eating Is My Hobby.” 

And, as I said back to my friend Ellen, “What do we have to loose?” 

Step two: Ordering a 23 Qt. canner. It arrived on my doorstep in a big box in a timely manner. Now what??

I kept saying to myself this canning adventure definitely had a learning curve. You know that relationship between cost/output and how long it takes to acquire a new skill or knowledge? Although I had made jam from time to time over the years, the pressure canning thing was something that had intimated me. I had heard horror stories growing up about the dangers of pressure cookers. The organic strawberries from Sprouts were quickly turned into a luscious batch of strawberry jam sans high fructose corn syrup. But for the sweet potatoes, I needed a crash course in the finer points of pressure canning. 

Enter YouTube. This highly helpful modern “education” platform is a great go-to. It most certainly gives you a hand when learning a new skill whether fixing your garage door opener, repairing a washing machine or learning how to pressure can. I speak here from experience. Real people, as you know, walk you through whatever your issue, using their expertise and experience on with just about any subject. I found videos from “Pioneer Women”, “Preppers” and healthy, helpful Canning sites. Bingo!

In all seriousness, food is more than just a hobby, not to disregard poor Ethel. Our food and what we ingest is a foundational pillar in our well-being. It drives our energy. It nourishes our cells in every part of our physical body and gives us a robust vitality—all designed by the Creative Source. There is a partnership with the Earth. No amount of creative chemistry designed to LOOK like food can give us what Mother Nature’s bounty provides. Period. 

The last two years learning to can have been fulfilling. We watched videos on how to do beef stew. And, it’s delicious, btw and easy! We canned spaghetti sauce. We found asparagus on sale and canned it. After all it’s so expensive for a can and an excellent vegetable for health. We canned white potatoes, and of course the sweet ones. We have even ventured to hamburger and turkey. It didn’t stop there. Out of the kitchen we have produced Strawberry and Mango-Raspberry jam. We made Ginger Marmalade using homegrown ginger. We tried our hand with Lemon Curd, again with excellent results. Oh and I can’t forget the delicious Cranberry Sauce which is NOT just for the Thanksgiving table. lol Our latest, canned success, was fresh peaches. 

We use wholesome ingredients. No preservatives. No mysterious ingredients you can’t pronounce or can’t identify. Canning is simply the way our Mothers, Grandmothers and Great-Grandmothers preserved the fresh bounty of wonderful, health-giving and nutritious food that have kept humanity going for generations.  

So, don’t drag your feet—get to work and try something new! You will be pleasantly surprised.

“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.”

~Hippocrates

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

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Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

The Mayonnaise Jar

Do we in this hurried lifestyle always take time to enjoy the little things? Usually not, is my guess. We tell ourselves tomorrow. Next week. Next year. In the fall. Winter vacation. When the kids are in college. You name, it we have about a million reasons not to celebrate the smallest gestures which ultimately create our happiness and perhaps just a little more satisfaction in life. 

It seems it’s never the big events—although memorable in many ways—which usually occur with much fanfare and expectation—and can so often disappoint. As we begin the “official” summer season with the celebration of last week’s summer solstice, I urge you to plan a few simple, even spontaneous, cook-outs—picnics—camping—hiking—boating—swimming—car rides—parks—or adventures to see a few old friends—or new friends. Perhaps having cup a coffee or hamburgers on the grill might be ‘just what the Universe ordered’.  

I don’t know the original author. The Mayonnaise Jar is an old favorite of mine. Maybe yours, too? Needless to say, a good reminder to enjoy the moment. At the end of the day, it is these moments that make our life special—and so worth living our life. And summer is a perfect time for memories. If not now, when?

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar… and the coffee…

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.  When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then asked the students if the jar was full.  They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.  He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, the sand filled up everything else.  He asked once more if the jar was full.  The students responded with an unanimous “yes.”

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.  The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ” I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.  The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.  The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.  The sand is everything else-the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.  The same goes for life.  If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.  Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.  Play with your children.  Take time to get medical checkups.  Take your partner out to dinner.  Play another 18.  There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.  Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.  Set your priorities.  The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.  “I’m glad you asked.  It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

www.Cathrinesilver.com (Website)

www.cathysilver.me (Blog)

cathysilverhealth@gmail.com (email)

Cathy Silver Holistic Healing (Facebook)

Cathy Silver, HC@CSilverWellness (Twitter)

Cathrine Silver (LinkedIn) 

Decoding Our Lives Podcast – Pending

Aurora Borealis – Lights of Change

The last couple weeks brought a tremendous surge of multidimensional energy into the Earth via solar winds from our Sun which appear to us as brilliant multi-colored luminous Light-shows, what we call the aurora borealis. Our Sun delivers a continuous flow of information in the form of charged particles—or magnetics. These multidimensional codes of information, also referred to as “patterning” of the sun, are being delivered to the magnetic grid of the Earth. This in turn affects us. But how does it affect us, you may ask?

Although the awesome colors observed in the night sky are spectacular to see—the energy and transformation of what is occurring is even more amazing. We, as humans, are participating in something much grander than ourselves. We are a small piece of the whole—but nevertheless—a divinely important part in this era of cosmic shift and change! Humanity is becoming more enlightened—albeit slowly. As part of our free will choice and the rise of consciousness—affecting entire the global community—is all based on “our” pure intent to participate and receive these new quantum codes. So. When the solar winds hit the magnetic grid of the planet earth, it creates what engineers and electricians call inductance, which delivers the information from the patterning of the sun to us. What magic!

I’ll backtrack for a minute because it gets even more fascinating. When these codes of information arrive on the planet, the patterning is then transmitted through further inductance into our DNA which is mostly multidimensional. From an article entitled Physics and Science given in Mt. Shasta back in 2007, Kryon explains when we are born and take our first breath of air is when we receive our first download/activation/imprint (my terms) as it is our first interaction with the environment as an independent life. “Aquarius, Pisces, Cancer – you get a pattern of the sun. And the pattern is a reflection of the alignment of the planets at the moment of your birth. This pattern is retained in your DNA as a life-force.” This seemingly chaotic energy in an inter-dimensional arena affects us from then on thus, we are susceptible to the energy of those patterns as they align in our solar system. It’s what we call astrology. As Kryon says, “It is one of the oldest sciences on the planet and it’s intuitive [part of your consciousness of ‘knowing’].” Anyone affected by the full moon? Ask the police, an obstetrics nurse or a doctor working the emergency room. Think about it, If the moon can move the tides of the ocean on the planet—and we are over 70% water. How can we continue to deny we are affected by the cycles of the moon, sun and planets in our solar system, too? But, I digress. Back to the energy of the aurora borealis.

Kryon, through Lee, continues: “Your sun is the center, and it radiates information to the planets. In your case, this directly affects your magnetic grid, and your grid is what saturates your existence, including the instruction sets to your DNA. This is how the planet’s energy is postured and changed, as Human consciousness on the planet steers it.”

For those who are unaware, the magnetic grid of the earth moved more in ten years than it had in a hundred. The movement took place from approximately 1992-2002. It is directly related to consciousness and spiritual awakening. “The Magnetic Master” Kryon, whose presence here was to alter the magnetic attributes of earth. This was a “fine tuning” of spiritual attributes at the very core of our cellular structure. And why did this occur? He continues, “Magnetic fields are very significant to your biology! In addition, magnetic fields can (and do) affect your spiritual consciousness. The magnetic field of your planet is necessary for your biological health, and is fine turned to fit within your spiritual scheme.” 

The bottom line is our Earth’s magnetic grid is intertwined with the physics of human consciousness. Consciousness (physics) has been defined this way which differs from our human concept:

“Humanity defines consciousness as a concept, and describes it as the self-aware state of a Human. However, Kryon states that consciousness is actually part of physics and that there are rules of consciousness, which are also part of quantum physics. There are rules, postulates, mathematics, formulas, and new inventions coming from it. There are beautiful attributes, as yet unknown, of the physics of consciousness. When you start to see this, it will begin to explain the way of the future.”

So, back to the tremendous energy from the Sun’s Coronal Mass Ejections via solar winds and the newest “evolutionary energy”. It’s all about real physics that we don’t quite understand—and inventions we don’t yet have to understand the tremendous patterns being transmitted. Yet these gifts of breathtaking luminous lights via the magnetic grid brings us multidimensional codes for our never before evolutionary transformation. For the magnetic grid—is the engine of cellular communication. This grid is also responsible for helping to posture the veil of our duality. It is this magnetic grid that moves us forward on our evolutionary path of enlightenment and peace on earth.

Beyond the awe inspiring colors of the aurora borealis—it is cause for a magnificent celebration!

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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What’s Up With the Mail? – Blog – May 2024

“I wrote you a love letter, and I sent it snail mail. Love is forever, and that’s about how long it’ll take to get to you.”

― Jarod Kintz

This saga started on February 4, 2024 with five Valentines cards that I had carefully addressed, stamped and sealed with my old-fashioned wax seal. I handed them to the mailman directly. Two were on the way to my grandchildren, one to my youngest son and his wife, another to a friend who had recently lost her husband and one to my boyfriend. Two were handmade. Two had a five dollar bill inside. (I thought my grandchildren would have fun picking something out from “Meme”.) The cards were on their way to four different states. Three months later none of the cards have arrived.

A few weeks later, upon my morning walk through the neighborhood, I saw a woman leaning on the corner of her garage, partially hidden standing there on the side of her well groomed house and yard. Sizing me up, I presumed.  Tiny, petite and dressed in a loud colorful shirt and leggings, she came toward me when I waved and shouted “Hello”. Lit cigarette between her fingers, we started a conversation. She was a tough, determined, and what I would call a strong-willed New Yorker with a raspy smokers voice. My assessment, she was a no bullshit woman a few years older than myself. Our conversation circled around local and national politics, a failing very ill neighbor of mutual concern and then synchronicity led us to the USPS. She volunteered that another neighbor had also mailed “a stack” of Valentine Cards—none of those cards made it to their destination either! What gives?

Still irritated by the lost and missing Valentine cards, I flagged down a mail truck a few days later.  This time it was a contract postal worker—pretty rude actually and not the normal pleasant demeanor of the postal carrier I was used to. She claimed she knew nothing. 

A couple weeks later—I had a conversation with another new or substitute mail carrier in the neighborhood.  His name was Ricky. Very pleasant and somewhat enthusiastic, he assured me that my letters ‘were in the system’.  He explained about the huge sorting machine as big as a football field—“Fine” I thought. I can’t say I believed him. Not about the mail sorter as big as a football field—but that my hopelessly lost Valentine Cards were still in the system. 🤔  I thanked him for his time and he motored on to the next mail box.

Fast forward a couple more weeks . . . it was my younger sister’s birthday—and my youngest sons a few days after hers. Certainly my VD card experience had me a bit troubled and concerned. My sister’s envelope had a gift card inside. Would it make it to Portland safely? I decided NOT to include a check in my son’s card—I let the bank send it instead. I ended up mailing both with a tracking numbers—for a cool $9.85 each! You can imagine by this timestamp, the USPS is not on the top of my list of beloved government services. Actually, I’m not sure any of them are. It’s not the majority of dedicated employees—it’s the policies and politics that have filtered down to local services—or lack there of. I have my theories—but I digress. A simple first class stamp is not enough apparently to make sure an envelope reaches the destination. But, this tale gets even better . . . . 

What’s the bigger story? A postal employee relayed a story to me on that fateful morning run to my local Florida Post Office. She claimed in a conversation that morning that there had been three gun-point robberies on individual mail carriers the day before. Each location in a part of town that that shouldn’t have happened. We all know there are neighborhoods that are unfortunately more unsafe than others. But this was in the full light of day and what we call or assume are the “good neighborhoods”.  

The masked-gun-pointing thieves demanded the “arrow” key and the carrier’s cell phone. The cell phone—so the police couldn’t be called on a 911 number and the arrow or master key to access all locked mail boxes. She said that they had been doing something called “whitewashing checks” or changing the Pay to the Order of or dollar amounts. WTF? 

I posted this new information online in a substack on 3-29-24 as a question shortly after this very insightful conversation about this growing problem. Which btw, has been apparently under-the-radar for sometime now throughout the United States. It is a huge nationwide problem.

Please note the following comments. 

KJ’s comment: Last year in Castle Shannon, PA (suburb outside of Pittsburgh), thieves somehow removed the tops off the blue drive-thru mailboxes at about 2 a.m. located at the Castle Shannon post office.

Not an out of the way area either. Lots of traffic and a house right across the street.

Took forever for the local news to report the theft. Once people found out, they were scrambling to stop payment on checks and closing bank accounts.

The thieves wanted to “wash” the checks and use them again.

Now, I only deposit mail in the interior of the post office during normal working hours.  

TPTB don’t want us to use cash or checks.

Digital currency to track us…and cut us off if we “misbehave.”

L.M. wrote this: Wow. I have not heard about arrow keys being stolen around here (Southern California), but I do know that the post offices in the area lock the outside drop boxes down, when it is after hours. There is a place to drop your mail inside, but it has some sort of thing on it to prevent people from stealing the mail.

And, E. M. added this: A friend who’s husband is an artist mailed 50 packages of calendars early this year. Post Office said they lost them all. When the Post Office was shown the receipt’s from the transaction they said so and refused to take any responsibility. What’s up guys?

I responded to E. M. with the following: “A couple of years ago–I mailed another package. Priority Mail—freshly baked banana bread from Ft. Lauderdale, FL to Carlsbad, CA. Two-to-Three days, right? That’s why we pay an upcharge for this Priority service offered by the USPS and their expedited delivery of 2-3 days. Sadly, the banana bread sat somewhere because the tracking number never seemed to move beyond the Miami locale timeline. (It probably sat in Opa-Locka for three weeks!) I’m not sure it was ever delivered. If it was–it was way too late and moldy. I checked with the office assistant to Dr. Todd. She never remembers receiving it! I know it’s political. Even the workers will tell you that it’s not the same Postal Service it was even several years back. I say, “pre-CV19”  

I continued my reply to E.M. “I’m sorry about your friend’s calendars! A total waste!! And to add insult to injury the reply from the Post Office where I mailed the freshly baked banana bread: “It’s not guaranteed.” 😡 What a beautiful back-door out for NO RESPONSIBILITY! 

Another addition to my Substack request for comments came from “A.J.” He responded with his own story: I had a mailed check fished out of a street blue box in late 2019. Was cashed the next day after being washed and a new amount written on it. If for under about $2K, banks don’t do any investigation. Neither does P.O. Banks just use their “insurance” and pass that cost to their customers. Most police depts. do no work either for check fraud unless rises to a big felony amount and is part of a long running racket. I did all the gum shoe detective work gathering bank documents and video data to find out where, when and how. A bank manager told me the problem was everywhere but worse in poor neighborhoods.

About one year ago, the blue box fishing around me escalated so badly in even “good” neighborhoods many local P.O.s put warning tape and notes “Don’t use!” on its outdoor blue boxes for after hours service. And I got snail mail notices from USPS not to use their outdoor blue boxes when post offices are closed.

If you mail a check at a P.O. do it inside, never use street blue boxes, and use a gel pen which is a bit harder for thieves to wash. And watch your monthly bank statements like a hawk. I have no doubt this bankers gross lack of care is to make us use their credit and debit cards more and for us to rack up wire fees and credit interests payments.

The lack of care of the USPO is shocking. So sorry to learn about these gunpoint attacks on postal carriers.

S.P.H. insightful thought to A.J.’s story and our group discussion added: And to think, the USPS is handling thousands of vote by mail ballots. There is no chain of custody, no tracking, no guarantee.

Another friend in Washington state said mail robbers in the city of Tacoma had finally been arrested after months looting mailboxes with the said “Arrow key”. So.  It seems that this is truly a nation-wide issue, yet I haven’t heard or read anything. More Crickets.

Why “all of a sudden” do we have such drastic problems with the United States Postal Service?  Is it to drive the fear and persuade us that digital is safer? (This is only the corrupt illusion for the Deep State players. And they are ALWAYS preaching and trying to convince us it’s for our safety!) Oh Please, don’t make me laugh!  Our non-traceable paper contents inside our envelopes are essentially private Vs. a totally trackable electronic hack or trace by the controlling powers, that comes with its own backdoor portals and continuous electronic digital tracking system to be used for social credits, food buying, travel privileges and access to your bank and money?  No, you say, that can’t happen? Ask Dr. Mercola or John Eastman or the Canadian Truckers! Heard about any data breaches lately AT&T ??? So.  

Are thugs being compensated in some underhanded way or hired by the DS? I ponder J.K.’s comment “where nobody saw anything.” Why? Are we be being set up for more election fraud as S.P.H. suggests?

This from a long retired postal worker and family of postal employees from Western New York State: Right you are. I’ve been retired many years now and back in my time there were things going on that weren’t right, but got swept under the rug. Under the Biden presidency, crime of all sorts is running rampant and no one cares. I am a Trump supporter. In spite of his personal quirks and his having to deal with Biden’s Dems., he had our country on the right track. There is no oversight within the different branches of our gov’t. Whether you do business on the computer or through the mail or by phone, you are open to hacking and thievery. Welcome to the 21st century where nothing and no one is safe. With AI coming into our lives more as time goes by, our situations could become worse. Life is a gamble, as the saying goes.

“You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony 

but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.” 

E.A. Bucchianeri

These accounts are the some of the most recent hold-ups of lost, missing, & delayed mail. I’ve seen or heard nothing in the news. It happened to me personally as well as all these others. But there are just more crickets. I guess the mail is a lower priority than the chaos spinning around us all—all of the time these days. Or is it just more distraction—hoping we won’t notice? I have had more than one conversation with a Postal Employee. . . . but . . . the facts above certainly document a huge and growing problem that not only effects us all, but potentially has far reaching consequences that I see as the tip of a very dark iceberg.

Just be aware . . . 

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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LIGHT is WINNING!

Blog April 2024

Abraham-Hicks channeled years ago that we think we see the same things all living in the ‘same town’, a paraphrase of Esther’s channeling. I always knew that we as humans each have our own different perspectives on everything. That spectrum is endless. And, it is perhaps more evident now than ever before. Coming out of the last four years, the “plandemic”challenged us with so much propaganda, omissions, half truths, censorship, and blatant lies that are still being continually dumped on a naive, unawake public. The twists and turns on this road of Oz have been milestones and historical as this shift proceeds full speed ahead. At times it seems faster than the Dali, the cargo ship, that caused the destruction of the Baltimore Key bridge a few days ago. Often it feels slow. Just wait until historians look back two or three hundred years from the present moment. It’s all been so barbaric. Yikes. Buckle up, baby, and hold on tight! The ride isn’t over yet!

In order to create new systems moving away from our old, broken, eroded ways that “modern society” has developed over the last century, change is warranted. These “ways,” seemed to have been favored by hidden agendas and powerful interest groups, must be exposed.  We needed to see the corruption, dishonesty, and fraudulent conduct by these agencies, various corporations, charities, and individuals we have so innocently placed our trust in. Obviously, this trust is broken and we, as a society, are discovering and finally SEEING it everywhere we look. And, once you see it—you can’t “unsee” it—whatever “that” may be to you. Events, accidents or world-altering occurrences no longer look like simple accidents, but planned, pre-meditated sabotage or fear tactics. I believe COVID opened our eyes to all that we could not see, allowing, engaging and activating lightworkers in all our many forms and professions to stand for the truth. It seems we awakened and have stepped up to a soul calling—bringing forth the Truth for the world to see.  

I occasionally run into individuals who live in a bubble and are unaware of such activities. I wish I could live in that world assuming everything is ok. Some have referred this time as WWIII and the rules of engagement as undefined with much psy-op directly aimed at us daily.  I know at the energetic level everything is okay. Physical change follows the energetic. Shifts and change are difficult and certainly wearing. But many are still unaware of the poison in the jabs (aka vaccines/genetic modifications) or the resulting turbo sickness and early death among so many. They are still unable or unwilling to connect the dots. The border issue, homelessness, illegal voting rights, the justice system, and the chaos invading all across America, only to name a few. But, this blog isn’t about those issues. It’s critical that we understand that we have the power to see and expose these issues in order to make astute changes while ushering in higher consciousness which is leading the way. Light is winning. It has been since 2012!

LIGHT “is an energy created as a result of high consciousness—the metaphor of which is illumination.” Light can and does exist in a quantum state—meaning “all together without distance or instantaneous.” According to physicists, it is a massless particle and exists in another dimension outside of our time-space 3D/4D state.

Consciousness isn’t really about self-awareness. It has everything to do with physics, the energy of the Universes. We effect our world by sending this LIGHT because we all carry multidimensional properties within us, too.

I picture this multidimensional LIGHT as a vast network of mini-led lights all connected globally—and linked to me—to us—to the collective. When I or anyone send LIGHT, it is amplified by our intention and multiplied by multidimensional energies effecting the darkest, most evil on the planet for exposure and then advancement of humanity. In fact, I believe it is felt in all corners of the cosmos instantly because it takes place in a quantum state where space and time exist differently as they do here in our defined planet Earth. 

Esoterically, it is like this: When you’re ready, begin to develop your light and start the work. The work is a concentration of consciousness, or sending light to dark places. Don’t send your ideas or thoughts… just the light. The metaphor is that you’re illuminating dark places so that others may have free choice and see or discover hidden ideas that may contain solutions for some of the biggest problems on Earth. It’s not an evangelistic light; it’s a loving light of wisdom. It honors the free choice of all humanity, and it creates a more balanced place where everything available may be seen and evaluated. Notice any of that lately?

I know LIGHT has the upper hand and is working within and for us, because of the revealing nature of incomprehensible and previously impenetrable deceptions and secrets. So. Here is a call to action—send LIGHT. Continue to send LIGHT to the darkest places of the planet wherever they may be and we don’t have to know where.  We have the upper hand. It is standing before us on the multidimensional track that marries with our 3rd or 4th dimension that we exist in today. As the metaphorical snowball continues gathering steam rolling faster and faster down the mountain side—it is destroying narratives, changing ideas and beliefs, revealing “classified” secrets. At the same time, balancing and giving us wisdom in our quest for all that is unworthy and untrue. LIGHT is on our side. WE are the LIGHT.  We are the LIGHT of GOD—no matter what you believe the face of GOD looks like. LIGHT is here to stay. It gets stronger everyday. 

YOUR LIGHT will create great things for our future! 

Take a minute and SEND LIGHT. 

It’s what we were born to do!

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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A Tribute to P.J.

It’s always a shock when someone you care about or love passes. It is no different if that someone is a beloved pet. So, I write this blog as a tribute—an honoring of a trusted friendship—companionship and the end of another turn on the cycle of Life. And, the Wheel continues to turn.

P.J. came to my house the end of 2011—beginning of 2012. Ultimately, she was supposed to belong to a housemate—however in the end—I saved her from a shelter—which in my mind meant—she would be euthanized. P.J. became mine. 

As with all pets, they speak to us without words.  P.J. opened doors and went where she pleased. She was verbal and insistent. She would stare at me in the kitchen until I acquiesced and poured her a little cup of half n’half. Once, sitting on my living room rug, she looked me right in the eyes, extended two front paws and proceeded to scratch the rug. Yep, we had our differences. Yet, she happily became an indoor-outdoor cat. Enjoying the sun—sleeping in the warm shade outside the sliding glass doors which surrounded my bedroom. There was something special about this damn cat. One of my nicknames for her was “Fire Tiger.”

One evening—a cool evening in Florida, I awoke to hear a crunch, crunch, crunch—sitting up in my bed, the moon light reflecting through the sliding glass doors, I saw an opossum contently eating PJ’s food. P.J. was sitting on the bed next to me. I looked over and said to her, “You opened the screen door and let the opossum in our room?” She stared blankly at me, turned, jumped off the bed walking past the cat-food eating opossum and right out the door, in a sense saying—“It’s your problem now”. “Thanks,” I thought to myself. Now what? That actually happened twice. I pulled off my comforter the second time and slept on the living room couch. In the morning—I blocked the screen door to keep her from opening it with her paw. After all, she never learned to close the door behind her. Priorities.

She enjoyed curling up beside me almost every night. She slept in the curve of my bent knees—thighs—and lower leg. At least until—three or four in the morning when she liked to go outside. I saw her again for breakfast—on the outside of the sliding glass door—meowing—and we started the routine over again. In and out. In and out. In and out. A cat’s life. As my good friend likes to remind me, “Dogs have owners, cats have staff.” They have a way of training everyone in the household. They are very persuasive. Meow.

Other things about cats—and P.J. was no acceptation, is they ALWAYS find the one person in the room who doesn’t particularly have a fondness for the feline species. Nothing personal. Guess who they head to first? Yep. Everytime! 

We moved about two years ago to a new neighborhood. She became friends with the neighbor—and she even had her own food bowl separate from the others. I was out of town, and he told me she would be waiting for him on his patio chair when he came outside to enjoy his morning coffee. Okay, it’s Florida remember and winter is the best time to enjoy coffee outside. He had 6 cats that he fed each morning. All were his except PJ. But, she made friends with them all and enjoyed sleeping in a cat shed that was safe and warm and organized for their comfort. Often times PJ disappeared for a night or two. Sleep over at Mikes! I had plenty of high quality food for her, but sometimes—she liked to eat “Burger King” as I called it, the mass marketed grocery store variety.

Towards the end, I gave her medication. She responded. I thought, we’re going to make it past this bump in the road. I cooked her wild caught salmon. I tracked down raw cows’ milk. I put Cat-Cal on her paw. It was a cat product full of minerals and nutrients. She began to jump up on the bed. I found her sleeping on my desk chair one day when I got back to the house. That made me smile and feel good. 

And then one day about a week later—she stopped eating. She went back to her hiding places—both under the bed and a small table that was dark and quiet, drinking only water. She kept wanting to go back outside. I finally agreed. She rested and slept in her favorite places outside my door—both in the sun and camouflaged in the garden. The last day she went to visit the neighbor. I looked for her—and Mike said, “She’s here”. She was on the grass and we picked her up. Placed her in the shed—in a place that was comfortable and warm. I spoke to her a bit more. She listened. Mike and I traded phone numbers. Thirty minutes later I got a call. She was gone. Mike said he would bury her right next to his young cat, “Little Red”, that had been hit by a passing car about a week before. I cried.

I know she will be back when the time is right. Sparky came back to Joy. Barney came back as Sasha. PJ will be back, too. In the meantime, I feel like she has let me know she is fine. I saw two curious things reading the news this past week. One said: PJMedia. The other, PJ liked your comment . . . Life is so much grander than we can imagine. 

I ask myself, “Is this the Universe getting me ready for What’s Next?” Time will tell. In the meantime, I say good-bye to a cat that made a big impact on me and all who knew her. I used to look right in her eyes and ask, “Who are you really? I know you’re not really a cat.” LOL 

And, so it is. Until we meet again. ❤️