Helena S SDE
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In 2017, after returning from the vet where Crystal (cat)
had been treated for renal failure, she hid behind an armchair against the wall,
where it was dark and quiet.
At around 19.30 in the evening I looked down over
the chair to see how she was and saw a golden light around her.
People will say that this could have caused a string
of associations, but somehow I immediately knew that she was automatically
growing a connection to somewhere.
It was just happening.
That somewhere was up and to the right of us.
At the same time I felt an excitement in that
somewhere, akin to an expectant maternity ward and had the thought
'coming home'.
It felt warm and happy there but at the same time I
felt that it was forbidden territory to me.
When I try to think back if they were human in that
somewhere I just get confusion.
From somewhere in the middle of my head I 'saw' that this
connection was a beam of brilliant white light with sparks round the outside.
Like a super super bright firework.
Some of the sparks close to the entrance of that
somewhere were orange, maybe because the whole thing was engulfed in the golden
light.
Unfortunately, I fight to the bitter end for my cats and
ended up taking her to emergency.
They phoned me around 2.00 to say that she was not
breathing very well.
I immediately went there and she was heartbreakingly
put to sleep.
I think that what I was shown was her way of saying that
she wanted to die at home.
I never learn!
Crystal, with Coral, were left behind cats after a lady
living in the area moved away.
With the help of a charity we caught them and they
were eventually brought home to me.
I kept them even though I actually knew where this
lady had moved to, because in my mind's eye
I kept seeing a horrific situation.
Without giving too much detail because of the
potency of words,
I saw the said lady bending over a certain cat with
a knife .
Approx a year later we heard that this lady had committed
suicide by stabbing herself first in the stomach and then the throat.
Just to mention that six months before Crystal passed on I
had a premonition that something would be happening at that time.
I have premonitions around death now and then as
well as sense presences although I am definitely not psychic.
It all seems to be controlled from the 'other side'.
Last year I had another premonition that something
would happen in the middle of August 2020 and even told my neighbour at the
beginning of the year.
She said not to think about it otherwise it would
come true.
During May I could see that mid August was stretched out to
the last week in September.
During the first week in August my other cat Sparkle was
taken ill.
The night before she went to the vet I had a dream that I
did not feel happy about.
It started off like my usual
dreams that are very dark, talking to people in
narrow passages and tunnels. We went up some steps to the left and I entered a
room.
Suddenly a man switched on the light and I exclaimed
'that's nice'.
It was a golden light and I thought of the light around
Crystal.
I turned around to see the room.
It had white painted bricks, no windows and the
right side was like a black fog or blacked out.
At the front of the room on the far side from where
I entered there was a glass door and all along the front was a very low podium
where the man stood.
The ceiling was made of glass and a diffused light
beam shone on top of the golden light.
The effect of the light tinted the walls with a hint
of green.
The small man, around late thirties/forties, had a round
smiley jolly face, suntanned, slightly rough skin and was balding on top with
blondish curly hair around the sides.
He was wearing a light green shirt, a wide tan belt
and brown trousers and was talking about Sparkle to me and someone unknown in
the dark doorway I had come through.
I thought I knew this man then I thought this must
be St. Francis.
I have since looked up pictures of St. Francis and
he was nothing like the man in my dreams.
There was a definite feeling that this man was
looking after animals.
As I was turning around everything blacked out for a couple
of seconds and I felt disengaged and cold.
I can't remember what the man was saying although
afterwards I was sure he was saying that Sparkle couldn't go home, I could not
have her but she would be fine?
Then the person in the blacked out area he was
talking to glided into view and it was my passed on father who seemed to change
into someone else.
By this time I was waking up.
I did not feel good about this dream.
I felt that by saying the room was nice I was giving
consent and thought that the light was not bright enough for Sparkle and could
not remember properly what he said...which home did he mean?
I fought for her life for two months.
On the Friday evening 21.00 before she passed on my
mother was in a half dream state and suddenly turned to the left then her right
side looking up saying
'the window is open'.
She had felt a draft on her right shoulder and
dreamed of an open window with daylight.
All the curtains and windows were closed.
I knew what that meant.
In the early hours I got a phone call from the vet
(again!) that my beloved Sparkle was not doing well.
We buried her the next day and later realized that
it was animal day, St. Francis' day.
A few yrs ago,
a couple of days after another cat, Gem,
passed on, a flock of around fifty birds flew and
settled in our garden.
The first and only time this has ever happened as we
hardly get any birds in the garden.
Gem loved to jump high, all over the place and I
used to call her my birdie.
I believe that loosh, an energetic energy mostly made from suffering, is created
here on this earth. Its purpose to feed another energetic being.