“The Witches ate your kitty!”

On the evening of July 4th. I went looking for Brembe who chose to be a outdorr feline. I was concerned about the fireworks. I rescued him from being abused by his owner. He had trouble being shut-up in a house that he couldn’t get out of when he wanted. He had panic attacks. We worked on it almost everyday. I had seen him in back of Crazy Dave’s waiting for his roast pork. I have not seen him hence.

Almost every evening we took walks together. He had stopped using the kitty-box at all his adopted homes. He wanted to do it like the dogs do it. When we came upon a small dog on a leash, Brembe would touch noses with his friends. People were amazed. I was amazed! My doctor was going to sign papers to make Brembe my Service Cat. But, then he decided to be his own person, come and go as he please, and bond with his human friends.

I understood the sight we made was getting mixed reviews. This was a superior animal. We got dirty looks. I surmised they came from Christians, who reserved all good scenes like this for their Personal Savior. Others, were just jealous!

“Who does he think he is – Jesus Christ?”

Last week, when I tried to share with Kim Hafner the amazing coincidence I found in the bond my late friend Ben Toney had with Herbert Armstrong, I said this is proof I am a prophet. This is when Kim let me know she is authoring a biography about me – in her head – and it is not pretty. I told her I am a Nazarite, which is an ancient Judaic sect, and thus being a Nazarite prophet, can not be viewed throught the Christian lens. When she detected I was about to tell her I was part Jewish, she changed the subject, and would soon run in her house – lest I spoil her Gossip Tale she shared with my neighbors.

After our walk, Brembe and I would sit under a grove of evergreens. I would read my mail. I would have Our Talk, now and then;

“There is a good chance I am going to lose you. There are jealous people in the world that see me as some kind of devil. They will try to hurt me, thru you. This is the choice we both made. Your freedom is of great importance to you. I am prepared to lose you. I respect your choice by rejecting ownership.”

Jews are famous for their humor and sense of irony. I employ humor to convey a deep message, because, most people are not ready for the direct message. Humor is a means to protect myself, when I am doing a healing. I have owned the gift to heal people since I was a boy. When I became a follower of Meher Baba, and studied the religions of India, I discovered I am doing a massive healing, on a level few can grasp. Bremde got it right away. He let me know this, when he began healing me – in kind! He was so intent on doing this. He owned a concept of truth. He was going around healing others in the complex. We made our rounds.

I have found no humor to shield me from my utter grief. What spares me, is the agreement Brembe and I made. There is no doubt in my being, that Brembe will come back as a human being. He suffered pain and cruelty. He understood life was not fair. It was this unfairness we worked on together.

Two weeks after we found each other, Brembe was like my shadow. When I took a poop, he took a poop in his cat-box next to me. We took a pee together. He loved watching my toilet flush.  He would jump up and watch my T.V. Then he would block the T.V. so we could spend some time just looking at each other.

John

When people suffer physically or mentally, individually or collectively, they want immediate relief from that suffering. All over the world, man’s strife is subject to the opposites of pain and pleasure. Man does all he can to avoid the former, and he does all he can to have the latter. But he cannot always avoid pain or always have pleasure.

Pain and pleasure are inseparable twins, born of a multitude of cravings and desires. Where the one is, the other also invariably is as a constant companion. Consequently, man is interminably caught up in the quick interplay of these two opposites, unless and until he goes to the very root of both of them and frees himself from the self-perpetuating ignorance, which gives rise to a million cravings.

The scars left by the nonfulfillment of desires, or by the assailment of unwanted happenings, are difficult to erase so long as the mind continues to be swayed by the winds of multifarious cravings. And when the usual worldly ways of seeking redress from suffering come to an impasse, man desperately turns to the Supernatural for exploring unknown possibilities of seeking amends and recompense. This is the realm of miracles.

But even miracles, in the last analysis, are illusory, even as every happening of this world is illusory. There can be no special point in producing some petty imitation illusions in the mighty Infinite Illusion already created by God. The healing of physical or mental suffering can be achieved through the exercise of supernatural powers, just as it can be achieved through ordinary natural remedies known to man. But such healing has ordinarily no special spiritual significance. It is far less important than true spiritual healing, which takes away from the mind the very seeds of all possible suffering.

Miracles are justified only when they are performed for the purpose of drawing humanity at large toward the final goal of realizing God; otherwise, they are definitely an interference with the natural evolutionary process. In fact, people should look upon physical and mental sufferings as gifts from God. They bring their own lessons of the futility of the passing, and the intrinsic worth of the Eternal.

When accepted with grace and understood in their very root-cause, they chasten the soul and introduce it to the abiding happiness of Truth.