On April 17 I woke up with the memory of a talking cat. I have cats sleeping with me most nights, but the cat that was talking to me was an all black fully grown male cat and he was not on the bed, but next to it with his paws on the wooden edge of the bed looking into my face and talking to me.

When I woke up I didn’t remember what he said and there was no such cat in the room at the moment.

Shortly I picked up my phone from the floor and turned it on. I don’t keep the ringer on during the night. You could say I value my sleep.

Then I looked at the newsfeed on my phone. Very depressing. I scrolled down. There was an article featuring a picture of a black cat, a well known talking black cat, a YouTube sensation named Sylvester.

The fellow responsible for the cat saying funny things had committed suicide. Mental illness the article said, bi-polar. More sadness I thought. Can’t get away from it. Like many comedians and literal clowns his impulse to make people laugh covered up a darker aspect of his personality. Sometimes the need to make people laugh corresponds with the need for approval from others.

Immediately after, a friend named Susan in Italy posted a photo of her 2 black cats. Now that’s a mild synchronicity too. And later in the day a fellow named John, who I only know from Facebook, but a thoroughly nice chap, messaged me a video of a talking and singing dog. I don’t recall him ever sending me a funny personal message before. The style of the dog singing was eerily similar to Steve, the cat man’s videos. Was it his?

It wasn’t. It was Nikie Smith’s dog Amos doing a quarantine rendition of “Stayin’ Alive” on Facebook, which come to think of it, is very topical here.

The genesis of this synchronistic series of events may originate with my unofficial at-home study of dream remote viewing as propounded by Dale Graff, former manager of the DIA’s Project Stargate. Graff is a prodigious dreamer who is able to dream about what sort of news story will appear on a particular page of a particular newspaper a given number of days hence. His specialty is airplane disasters but he “sees” many other things, and has been a guest on “Shattered Reality Podcast”.

I do not remember my dreams as much as I’d like to, so I have been writing most of the ones I do remember in a dream journal. I hadn’t “tasked” myself the night before the talking black cat dream as I would have were I practicing dream remote viewing, but I think my previous tasking had somehow carried over. My success rate is quite good when I can remember my dreams, but I often don’t remember.

 

Steve Cash

The late very funny and creative Steve Cash, a popular YouTube personality best known for his “Talking Kitty Cat” video series. Rest in peace.

My deepest sympathies to Mr. Cash’s family and friends. He brought smiles to many faces.

If you or someone you know is considering suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), text “STRENGTH” to the Crisis Text Line at 741-741 or go to suicidepreventionlifeline.org.

Fahrusha is the host of “Shattered Reality Podcast” and a professional intuitive.

A very few nights ago, I was beside myself. I had mislaid a check, not a very large check, but a check large enough to warrant a search, a check that would take time and red tape to have reissued. I have been staying in different places. When one stays in several different places, inevitable things happen. The thing you want is always in another place. This is a universal truth.

I searched all over for the missing check. My memory told me I had taken the check from the drawer at Place A where it was stashed and put it into a large over the shoulder bag in a zipped compartment, with the idea that I would transfer it to a drawer at Place B, where it would live with several other checks until they would all get deposited into a bank.

It has also been a habit that on certain nights, I would attempt to program my dreams to see something in the future by loosely using the “Dale Graff” method. This former Defense Intelligence Agency remote viewing tasker turned out to be more psychic than some of his proteges, through the use of dreams. I have found using his protocol to be quite amazing!

The night that I was looking for the check, I did not give myself an intention to dream. Frustrated with my incompetence in finding the check, I just went to sleep. When I woke up, I only remembered a snippet of a dream. I had dreamt of my Betsey Johnson rhinestone cat pendant that I was trying to fix. Specifically I had dreamt of the reverse side of the pendant.

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The Betsey Johnson cat pendant in question.

Dutifully I wrote down the dream snippet I remembered in my dream journal. Thought nothing of it and went on with my business. Among other chores I continued to search for the check at place B.

Yesterday I was again at Place A and, of course, looked in the drawer where the check had been kept, in case I hadn’t actually removed it, though I remembered removing it. This was my “last chance” to find the errant check. Of course, it wasn’t there. Later on I saw the pendant, lying on a work table. I had intended to replace a finding on this cute little fellow, with moveable arms, legs and tail. Upon lifting it up, there was a piece of paper underneath. THE CHECK!!! The back of the pendant, the part I had dreamed of, was resting on top of the check. (The pendant is all together in one piece, BTW)

OK, I’m amazed, once again. But I have a big question I’m not sure can be answered. I’m not even sure if everyone reading this will follow my line of thought. Was the answer buried in my own subconscious mind all along or did the information come from the Universal Mind or did I simply see the future, wherein I discovered the check?  Had I unintentionally, but fortuitously, tasked myself with finding the check?

Note: I have not described the method used by Dale Graff, but if you click on the link you will be directed to his page.