A year ago, I posted the story of the death of a very spiritual, severely handicapped boy named Seb, the adopted son of Lloyd and Mary Ann.  This couple was kayaking on a nearby river when I got word that Seb had suddenly died in his babysitting grandma's arms.  It  took hours to track the parents down and notify them of this devastating news.  A couple of days later at the funeral home, the parents were sobbing uncontrolably by the coffin and one of their friends pleaded with me to go up and comfort them.  I annoyed her greatly by saying, "I think they need their privacy right now to start venting their grief." I didn't want to force them to interrupt their weeping to deal with my pastoral words and I wanted God to give me the right words instead of pious cliches.  When I finally felt prompted to approach them, I told them that someone at the memorial service in the funeral would receive a paranormal verification of Seb's survival, but it wouldn't be them.  I had to leave for my vacation to Los Vegas, but they asked me to perform my own church memorial service when I returned.  My return was greeted by incredible news: a man at the first memorial service in the funeral home had stepped outside and had seen the name "Seb" emblazoned in the clouds in Seb's characteristic printing.  There was no mistaking the clarity of the letters.  When Lloyd and Mary Ann were told of this, they came out and almost fainted at what they saw.  A photo was put on display at my memorial service. 

As part of their grief process, Lloyd and Mary Ann attended a national conference in Portland, OR for parents of prematurely dead children. There they met a man whose son had recently died of an illness at a young age.   At the gravesite, a mysterious black cat sat politely by the grave and watched the service.  No one had brought the cat; so it must have been a curious neighborhood cat--or so everyone thought.  The Dad took this as an omen that his son was OK because, just prior to his death, the boy had been pestering him repeatedly to buy him a cat.  So the Dad photographed it for a keepsake.  All the visitors then left, but the cat lingered behind.  When the photo was developed, the Dad was in for a shock.  The cat in the photo was transparent and the gravesite could be seen through the cat!   The cat was an etheric apparition--a visitor from another world and perhaps a signal of the boy's survival.  Needless, to say, Lloyd and Mary Ann were deeply moved by this confirmation.

Don 

Don-

Did you actually see the picture of the transparent cat?

R

Don-

You would think, given the fact that practically everyone is walking around with camera phones these days, taking untold millions of pictures, that we would see many photos of transparent animals, people, etc etc.

Not to mention also the fact that we rarely see pics of UFOs any more.  Heck they should be a dime a dozen by now, wouldn't you think?

Very cool story, Don.

A year or two ago I posted a link to a website that had a scientific study showing that cats purr at a very healing frequency and their purring was shown that it can help them to heal themselves as well as help heal a person holding/petting them.

Sorry I don't have the web link anymore.

Kathy

Just wow.....that's all I have to say about this story.  Thank you for posting. They are always around us.

Being expected to come up with proof of "afterlife" is a game I won't play, but it would have been interesting to see a cropped version of the transparent cat figure.

I've grown up with birds, cats and dogs as pets, and glad to have done so. Being friends with an animal incarnation, a dog is more loving than a cat, but I like the non-clinginess of cats compared to dogs. Recently looked after Cactus the cat over a weekend. I missed her nice and friendly energy when a friend had picked her up. And seemed like it was mutual as she wasn't too keen to leave. Enjoyable company.

I find it both interesting and somewhat creepy to observe different reptilian traits in cats. The slits in the eyes, now that's something I'm really not too crazy about. - I cracked up when another friend once told me that he got seriously freaked out by cats. Though he hasn't pin pointed his fear, I think I get it now.

Berserk2 wrote on Sep 6^th, 2009 at 10:05pm:


Great story, Don, thanks for sharing. How did you know that a message would be received at that time?  What I mean is, in what way did you receive that information? That is a spectacular verification.

Wow, Don. Thank you for the reply. That is the kind of knowing that I completely respect.