This month the weather has been crazy: the winter weather seemed to stay longer than usual. Last year we had about seven days of cool weather, this time the temperature has kept on dropping for almost three weeks. The dry cool air prevented the movements of air in the stratosphere so lots of micro dust lingered on in the air. So, the city was covered by grey micro dust on top of the usual Chemtrails in the sky. I had to postpone my visit to Yannawa temple to the following day. I prayed and did some ritual to ask my (UFOs) friends to help me with the toxic dust in the sky.
I used to be able to communicate with alien beings from other planets, they even showed me their long silver ship huh up in the sky. But I declined the invitation to have face-to-facd contact. I didn’t want to let them know how underdeveloped as a human being in tetns of spirituality and mentally. I couldn’t imagine myself having some level of intelligent conversation with those highly intelligent and advanced in their evolution. To my surprise, unexpected strong wind moved all the toxic dust away from the sky. I was praying that my alien friends could get them to become a part of cosmic dusts. So, I could get out to the temple without the fear of getting sick by toxic dust.
The cats by the riverfront were very glad to see my car. Th black and white cat came running to greet me at my car. The small black cat came to ask for some food. The elderly orange cat came meowing and complaining for missing me twice. I didn’t know where he went so I just left some food in a corner for him. He has become quite skinny. The three cats ate the food with serious attention. They were famished as I had been away for one week. There might be one lady who dropped by to feed those cats from time to time. But she wasn’t a regular, so these cats would often be on a diet unwillingly. So, I always have them extra portions to fatten them up.
I still couldn’t help missing my favourite cat, Samsi. She had been adopted by a new family in the countryside. I didn’t have to feed her any more, my routine at the stairs of the Buddhist school for novices was no more. I felt some big hole in my heart. I could no longer touch Samai or listen to her conversation with me. She could be quite talkative and talked for a few minutes telling me about her life and being bullied by the black dog. I would always think about Samsi every time I came to the temple. I missed Samsi more than my horrible siblings!
This was how Samai would have her food, on the staircase of the school.
The two young black and white kittens had disappeared from their usual hiding place. I wondered what had happened to them, only three kittens were left at that place. The skinny monk didn’t tell me any dramatic changes around that yard. I would try to catch him and ask about the missing kittens. The remaining three kittens have grown much longer and bigger. They have become used to my presence and allowed me to be very close to them. But I couldn’t touch them or hold them as I would have liked yet.
Other cats in the car park would come to have their food at the same spot. There seemed to be two new young black cats arriving at the temple. They were both about a year old and very friendly. They might have been someone’s pets or someone had abandoned them at the temple during the night. The first time I met them they were hiding in the renovated temple hall; they were calling for help with such sad voices. It was as if they were crying; they were in shock of being abandoned. I had met a cat crying nonstop after being abandoned by the pier. She just sat under the lamp pole and let pigeons droppings covered her whole body.
The novices asked me to help this cat, she might jump or fall into the river. Luckily she didn’t bite me and let me carrying her to a tree stump. I got her some food and water but she just continued to cry like a lost child. I was very sad and angry at the same time. I told her to be brave and accept the cruel reality. So, she could survive and live at the temple. I couldn’t stay the night with her so I dropped by the following day. But she had disappeared, I could only pray to the land spirits ask them to look after the poor cat for me.
The cats around the yard near the skinny monk’s lodging were very excited to se me. They would run at full speed towards me like children running to see their visiting grandmother as they knew she had some goodies for them. These cats were so honest and expressive of their emotions. It’s more difficult to know how a person or friend feel about me at times. So, I found my peace among these temple cats. They kept me sane and grounded in this fast and crazy reality. Some cats had gone missing, some new kittens came to replace those missing cats. I missed the two old male cats that used to fight a lot in the past. I hoped that they were still alive and healthy. Temple cats have a life span of less than ten years. So, I had to be able to let go when they passed away for some reasons.
This year things would be changing much faster and more drastically. I hope I could continue to feed these temple cars and that my lifestyle wouldn’t have to change too much in the near future. But I have a weird feeling that things are trying to nudge me to do the right things at the right time. No more procrastination or hesitation, I have to be brave enough to take right actions and find out of my comfort zone. These temple cats would become my anchor in reality and comfort so I could move forward with determination and staying power.
Wishing you peace, good health and prosperity.
Stay strong and cheerful.
