That is a good reading of it and definitely a possible answer. Children see the other side clearer than many adults and the beings seem to have been playful with a child willing to interact.
Interesting about the woman. And you did an excellent job in your descriptions of this, btw. Many of us have had encounters with who I call "The Lady", in her many forms.
That's really not a bad hypothesis. As I said, there's nothing I can tie into it before or later in life. There is nothing special about me spiritually. I have had many encounters, but I don't know if it's unusual or if I just notice what others don't. I mentioned it jokingly elsewhere, but I am unafraid of paranormal phenomenon, though that wasn't always the case and I can't say exactly what precipitated the condition.
Yes, I have had a pet revisit. We had a sweet, affectionate and beautiful Torty cat, for nearly eleven years. She started getting a tumor on her belly, and I took her to the vet who removed it and put her on medicine. Callie kept spitting the medication out, and was getting thinner. She wouldn't eat or drink, so I knew that it was either let her suffer, or let her go. Like you said, it was one of the hardest things I had to decide to do. I remember when I took her to be put down, the vet asked if I would like to be with her. I just couldn't. I didn't want to watch my beloved pet die, so I said no, I wouldn't. As the vet carried her away in the pet carrier, Callie winked at me, as if to say It's OK. I found it hard to stop grieving for her. Sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night, crying because I missed her so. About two years later, I woke, aware of the familiar grief coming back yet again, when I saw a glowing patch of light appear on the wall just over the head of my bed. As I watched, Callie sprung gracefully through it, and landed on my bed. She walked across me just as she always used to do, and settled at the foot of the bed as usual. Then, although I could not see her, I could feel the weight of her on my feet, and feel her purring. I felt so comforted and felt such a sense of release from grieving, because I could see that she still did exist on some other level. It was a beautiful experience, and not frightening at all.
Thanks for sharing this. It builds my belief that they are not lost. Some of the greatest gifts from animals are teaching us how to love unconditionally.
I wanted to add that there is something special about Torty cats. They seem to have strong personalities and attach to one person.
I believe that you have something there, Lynne! My first strong attachment to a Torty was when I was about twelve. I named her Gemini because of the way the markings on her face seemed so different on each side. I used to carry her on my shoulder when she was a kitten. Then, years later, came Callie who was given to us by a neighbor. My current cat is also a Torty; more a Torby mix. One other thing that you said about attaching to one person. Callie seemed intensely loyal to both myself and my daughter. She would spend part of each night on the foot of my daughter's bed, then the other part on mine as if she wanted to protect us both. My current cat was intensely jealous of hubby when we first started dating; it took her a full six months before she reluctantly accepted that he was here to stay. It was only when she got badly infested with fleas one year, and he patiently combed them off her every night for a few weeks that they really bonded. Now I am seeing this dual loyalty again and it is so sweet to see!
Well, this past weekend, we had an eight hour drive to attend a memorial service. We made reservations to stay at a hotel, and got there exhausted. Because of the exhaustion, I did only a sketchy job of blessing the room before tumbling into bed. At first I was sleeping alright, (took my own pillow as I always do) but then the most God awful nightmares began. I dreamed that the hotel rooms were not enclosed, but actually more like an apartment. In the dream, I wandered into this bedroom with these scary looking people in it; the kind you would expect to see in a dangerous neighborhood. This young woman started yelling at me and saying I wasn't allowed in there, and then she took a whip and started beating me with it. She would make it wrap around me and leave deep cuts. I ran from the room, and then I saw an elderly woman with white hair, sitting in the bathtub which was full of bubbles. She looked very sad and would not look at me. I kept trying to get back to my own room but each time I would find myself back in that awful room, and the woman would start beating me again, while her friends cheered her on. I left the room and found other strange rooms that didn't look familiar at all. I finally wrenched myself awake and started calling on my ancestors and guardian angels for protection. When I resumed sleep, I was back in that room again, but a tall being was talking to the woman and she had her head down as if being chastised. The being asked her what I had done that she should treat me so badly and she mumbled "nothing." He told her to leave me alone. I slept better after that! The second night, (our last night there, thank goodness) I remembered to bring the salt from the car and sprinkled it around the bed. I prayed to St. Michael, and I promised any visiting entities that I was fully protected and that they had best keep away. I slept wonderfully that time.
Wow ! I'll bet that you were glad to get out of there. I'm glad that night two went better. So, what did the dream mean to you ?
I am not sure what that dream meant. What it felt like, was that I was being bullied by a bunch of spirits that were hanging around that place; the way children will bully a newcomer. I am still trying to figure out what it could have meant!
