Did you stay together, you and your siblings? At first but it got harder and harder to stay together. Food is hard to find in the winter, so you’ve just got to do what you’ve got to do. There are many other cats around scrounging for the same food sources too. So you just go where you can go and do what you must do to survive.

How is it you found your way here, to this location? I don’t leave food out. How did you target this house? Kitty grapevine. My brothers and sisters are here.

Kitty grapevine? The kitties in the neighborhood talk. Some of us help each other when we meet up.

How do you help one another? We tell each other where the food is…where the warm places are.

Humans think that all non-neutered feline males just fight it out on the streets when they meet. You’re saying that this isn’t true? We are all of varying consciousness. There are some that are solely ruled by their hormones and simply live to breed and pass their ‘seed’ along. Their instinct is to fight. There are others, who have other interests on the planet, aside from procreating.

Those other interests being? To tend the Earth’s plant world. To guard the neighborhoods of invasive and negative energies. To work with Earth’s chakras and meridians by living around them location-ally. And… to live and be in relationship with humans.

How do you work with Earth’s chakras and meridians? Earth has many meridians. The smaller meridians are many and are energy portals that come up through the ground. There is much activity there from all sorts of beings, both physical and non-physical. There is communication, monitoring of energy flow and guarding of the angelic beings that work within the portals. These meridians nourish the area surrounding them, to which all life forms draw upon.

You’re saying that the meridians feed the neighborhoods where they reside? Yes. There is much interaction between the animals and plants and the portals.

Can you see these energies? Yes.

Like you can see energies of the humans body? It is all the same. All is energy. Yes.

What did you mean when you said you were related to some of the Starkittys here? I am related to some by blood. I knew they were here.

You mean that you and some of the Starkittys that live with me share your same Father or Mother? Yes. Father.

Who are you related to here? Sabrina, Sufi, Sahara. We are half siblings by blood.

Is Marmaduke the father? Yes.

Marmaduke was a roving and dark orange cat who traveled mostly by night. For a winter and the following spring through summer he showed up intermittently on the Starkitty property, but was far too feral to get close to. Being un-neutered, scarce and feral, it was a certain fact that he’d lent a good hand to the town’s feline population. Marmaduke disappeared after a year’s worth of occasional visiting, but not before we were able to tap in to him for his thoughts on the matter.

Psy-Communication with Marmaduke in Spring/Summer 2003

As part of a project for Humanity, in the summer of 2003-2003, I began asking the various animals who came to the property if they wanted to leave a message for Humanity. Each animal was given an opportunity to express their thoughts and these thoughts were then posted online from 2003 - to present. Marmaduke, though he was not formally channeled for his personal story, did agree to participate in the project and left this message:

"I feel sorrow and deep gratitude for your willingness to help my sons and daughters, for I cannot help them all. It is with great sadness that I witness their sufferings and their deaths and can do nothing about it. I can do nothing about my nature to procreate, but it is not easy to know that most will not survive to adulthood as I have been able to do. Thank you for saving those of my lineage that you could. They have gifts. They are special."

In time, I would learn that as spirit beings, Sabrina, Sahara and Sufi were birthed to Earth though an African / Asian Vortex and came in as purposeful world healers. Each possesses shaman and shape shifter abilities. Sahara, like Sufi and Sabrina, named herself, thus promoting that aspect of where she came in from. Like Marmaduke, she is a brilliant red cat with perfect yin / yang markings on each of her flanks. Sahara begged to stay with me and said we had work to do together. Sufi and Sabrina went to live with an indigo / crystal child / family.

Resumed Conversation with Mr. Sunshine - Winter 2004

Your Mother now, Mr. Sunshine… where is she? She still lives with the people. They were still feeding her when I left.

How did you know that your siblings were residing here in this house? We communicate.

How do you communicate? The Starkittys, some of them are out in the neighborhood.

No they’re not. I keep them all indoors. They go out too.

Do you mean by astral travel and telepathic communication? Yes.

Who goes outside? They all can, but not all do.  Pharaoh is almost always out.  Newt goes too. Mama Kitty can and Pandora…

So not only are they coming and going in and out of their physical bodies, they are communicating with outside kitties as well? With felines and other animals in the neighborhood too. Pharaoh doesn’t do so well with other animals always.

Pharaoh can you comment on this?

 

Pharaoh: Sometimes I land back in my body rather hard and get mixed up with the wrong energies and entities out there.  I can come back wierded out a bit. Some scare me or confront me.

Is this part of why you sometimes act out?

 

Pharaoh: Yes, it is related. I sometimes need time to get my wits about me when I’m back in the house. Sometimes they come back with me and I can’t shake them off.

You’re bringing them into the house?

 

Pharaoh: Well, the other Starkittys help me chase them out in that case.

Good grief. Ok, would certain Bach remedies help you when you feel out of sorts?

 

Pharaoh: Yes.

Which ones?

 

Pharaoh: Crab-apple helps to clean me off. Rescue remedy helps too. Generally the ones to help me calm down and get centered.

Would a special mix be best for you?

 

Pharaoh: Yes. My own special mix, that would be good.

Shortly thereafter, we channeled Pharaoh’s guides to get just the right mix of Bach Flower Essences which has since become Pharaoh’s own special mix. One was given to Phoenix, since she is his twin soul counterpart and therefore linked more intimately to him energetically than he is to other Starkittys.

OK then. We’ll talk more about your travels another time Pharaoh. It’s good to know that about you. Now  Mr. Sunshine,  what kind of exchanges are taking place outside of the house telepathically? Well, certain tuned in felines just know of your location. They know what is happening here. There is a communication grid and those who can tap it, do so. So some felines in the neighborhood know that you will help them if they need. That’s how I knew to come. I’m tapped in.

You’re ok with being called Mr. Sunshine? I’m fine with that.

Where are your other siblings now Mr. Sunshine? They are around I guess. I don’t know where all are anymore. I bump into them once in awhile in my travels.

What shall we do with you Mr. Sunshine? What sort of new family would you like? No felines.

Ok. No other felines. Dogs? I don’t know. Probably not but maybe…it depends on the dog.

A man? A woman? A family with kids? Anybody who’ll love me and let me feel safe.

Ok, Sunshine, we’ll see what we can do.

At the time that Mr. Sunshine arrived, I was overwhelmed with onboard rescues and had no remaining funds to help him. I called several local rescue orgs and finally came upon one woman who owned an org. and who agreed to get him neutered, shotted and his injury attended to by her vet, under the price umbrella of her org. In explaining my plight as an overwhelmed homeowner, she agreed to let me have one store cage and to allow me to stand with my adoptables on weekends at her station in a local Pet Smart. I was very hopeful that Mr. Sunshine, a super friendly cat would be adopted in no time. I was thrilled to learn that we could have a permanent store cage where some of the Starkittys would get more visual time. I planned on trading kitties out every few days so that they could be seen and yet not be traumatized by a long-term caged environment. This was not to be however.

After Mr. Sunshine had spent some time recuperating at my home, I began to take him on Saturdays, along with several other adoptive kitties to her station at the pet store. After about three adoptive Saturdays spent with Mr. Sunshine in the store, the woman suddenly called and told me that her vet stated that Mr. Sunshine needed to be under a 6 month quarantine due to the NJ rabies law. Since his injury was classified by the vet as a bite wound, I could not bring him to the store anymore and worse, it was my tough luck. I’d just have to keep him for six months. At the same time, she reneged on the one store cage that I never got to use, as she had gone to a shelter in Staten Island and picked up a bunch of kittens. It was through witnessing the repetitive actions of this second org. and a former org I'd worked with, who were ignoring the adult cats and bringing in groups of kittens that I got the clear picture of the profitability of the kitten industry to the shelter / rescue industry. Kittens easily sell at $125.00 a pop. Adult cats sit on average, for two years caged. Do the math.

Suddenly, in the dead of a snowy winter, I was stuck with a household of rescue kitties, plus one more, who could not get along with other felines. Brutalized as a young cat on the streets, he quickly learned that to survive - you attack first and fast. By the time he'd reached my house, the habit was deeply ingrained. Mr. Sunshine would have to live in the basement until I could figure out what to do next.

Within a month of Mr. Sunshine’s arrival, another cat arrived suddenly. This cat immediately and permanently stationed himself on my back porch - from out of nowhere. He remained so glued to the porch that I wondered if he ever left it, for around work, whether I was coming or going - he was always there. Though he was buff and white, and basically another red cat in coloring, this cat did not in the least bit resemble Mr. Sunshine. Nor had I seen them together so I was surprised to later learn that they were related. This cat was so gentle and peaceful in demeanor I simply named him 'Beautiful'. It was just there in his eyes. Like Mr. Sunshine, Beautiful was very skinny and flogged with the typical respiratory issues, a common theme among the abandoned.  Realizing that this cat was not neutered, I opened up the doors to Psy-communication immediately with him as well. Both cats would indeed prove to hold a few surprises for me.

 

Channelling Mr. B (Beautiful)