The initial meeting
My friend then left for a shelter to adopt a kitten for her daughter. While there, a cat suddenly tapped her on the shoulder through the door of his cage: "Hey… it's me! Recognize me? I'm the one in her dreams!" Intrigued, she took him out to pet him. He was happily purring until she put him back into the cage. He started crying real tears.
Before leaving, she got more information on him. A 2 yr old male, found in the streets of Chastworth, CA had been in the shelter for 3 weeks, was about to be put down, but everybody was hoping he'd get adopted. He was their favorite. Upon hearing this, it proved more information than I could bear. I became haunted by that cat, could not put him out of my mind. Next thing I knew, I was driving to that shelter located an hour away from L.A. I rescued him just in time. He looked at me: "What took you so long!"
The Strangeness Amplifies
Knowing my love of cats, that same friend had offered me a picture of the Egyptian Cat Goddess, Bastet. The minute he arrived at my place, Rafayel, sat in front of her portrait for a few minutes before ceremoniously knocking her down to explore the rest of my apartment. A little shocked, I put her back up. Three times in a row, he did the same thing: "I'm with you now. What do you need her for?"
A few nights later, I awoke to see him perched up high just a few inched from the ceiling, intently looking at something over one my lamps. I gasped in horror wondering how on earth he had gotten up there. Afraid he would fall and break the lamp, I didn't even dare breathe until I looked next to me. There he was, peacefully sleeping on my bed. The following night, I awoke to see him walking around my bed. I was about to say something when his moving shape was absorbed back into his physical body lying next to me. All these nights, I had been seeing his astral body!
About a year after my father's crossing over, I was having a conversation with him with the help of my friend Jane(who incidentally, had found Rafayel for me) and her husband, using a Ouija board of which they are masters. I was asking for various birth times when it occurred to me to ask for Rafayel's birth data. To my surprise, my father gave it to me in great detail. I was excited to discover what kind of astrological chart he had. Much to my amazement I found him to be Leo with Cancer rising and a Pisces Moon. All his transpersonal planets were connected to his personal planets revealing a Master Cat, one of very high evolution. My friend Jashar who channels Archangel Makael, told me that Rafayel had been with me in every single incarnation, the one who had been the closest, life-time after life-time and who enjoyed traveling because as it was my work to meet people, it too, was his work to meet as many people as possible.
Figuring out how traveling together would even be possible was quite an adventure. Today, Rafayel is officially an international cat with a European passport, his own suitcase and over 30,000 miles in plane, car, train and stroller trips! He hardly ever complains. The most impressive are our trips to Europe. He meditates the whole 17 hours, refusing to drink, eat or go to the bathroom. A true Zen master! We are always a hit at every airport we land. Being a Leo, all the admiration and flattery he gets are well worth his initial discomfort. Home is being together; as soon as we arrive to any hotel room, I organize his litter box, food and water, then unpack the rest of my suitcase while he carefully checks for demons hiding under the bed and in the closet.
Rafayel is the name that came to me when I wondered what I should call him; meaning, "Only God heals" the name is fitting as a healer he has proven to be. We were once in Mt. Shasta where I was giving a seminar. A friend of mine agreed to meet him. What I didn't know was that she was allergic to cats. Terribly allergic. She could not come anywhere near one without sneezing for three days. Not only did she have NO negative reaction when nearing Rafayel but he completely healed her. In his presence, he reminded her of a time when she was 12 and had her pet taken away by her mother. In that painful moment she had made a promise never again, to allow herself to love another animal, it hurt too much. To this day, she has had no other allergies and wants to adopt her own cat.
Rafayel knew exactly what my work was all about. During appointments, He would jump on the table and facing my "client," stare him/her in the eye or drift into a meditative state, and knowingly paw the person on the arm when something important was being said.
Once, during one of Pepper Lewis' channelings of Gaia, he could not contain himself any longer and started adding his own two cents' worth of wisdom with some very audible meows, startling everyone present in the room.
Rafayel always writes with me. Most often, he meditates on my desk and sometimes adds a few words by walking across my keyboard or laying between my back and the back the chair, like a tube, as a way of giving me energy. When I break away from my writing to drink a glass of water, he'll stare at me: "What, are WE done already?!!" The first meeting with my publisher at Simon and Schuster was very epic. He was unusually restless until we sat down to do her reading. He kept pawing her at the important sections and speaking to her by meowing emphasis during the parts she needed to be particularly aware.
"Oh, that cat is going to be famous!" she said.
"He's already famous," I sighed. "Everybody knows Rafayel".
"No, he's going to be world-famous," she insisted.
"Yes, we're about to go to Europe for the second time," I responded.
"No, he's got a book-deal with us."
That stopped me dead in my tracks at which point, Rafayel finally calmed down and stretched out like the king he is, as if to say, "At long last! They got it!" The next time my animal communicator friend walked into my place she asked me:
"What the hell is he so excited about? He keeps talking about a book. Your book?"
I hadn't told her the story yet.
My friend Isabel in Germany was preparing for a piano concert she was about to give. She entered the greenroom to find herself face to face with Rafayel, who purposed to greet her. In shock because she didn't know there would be a cat there, she looked at his collar. When she read his name, she knew it a sign that all would be good and that the Angels were protecting her. Her piano concert in front of 300 people, who gathered in great silence, was punctuated with Rafayel's singing in tenor voice and ecstatic joy. They became best friends, so much so that he received from her as a birthday present the complete works of Liszt which he listens to religiously in the sphinx position.
Rafayel has made more friends in his short life than anyone I know. I used to live in an apartment building. Being a Leo, he thought this was one big house and that he should visit his subjects everyday. So each day off he went, meowing in front of every door in order to be let in and subsequently, to spend one-on-one time with his friends and moving on to the next apartment only when ready. He knew people I had never even met. Everybody loved him and had funny stories about his antics. Wherever he was on these visits (or missions!), all I had to do was call his name for him to come running to me with cries of joy.
One day, my downstairs neighbor came out in tears. She explained that she hadn't meant to keep him, but he had helped her so much after the disappearance of her little cat. Rafayel had come everyday to comfort her and placed himself on her bed deep under the blankets, in exactly the same position as her own beloved cat had once done each night. This was surprising to me because Rafayel never goes under the bed sheets, but always stays atop the comforter, and only after I have gone to bed and am about to fall asleep.
We started to talk thanks to Rafayel. As we learned more about each other, I was compelled to give her a proof of Astrology for Enlightenment to read through. When she showed up at my place with all the valuable corrections she had made, Rafayel sat between her and I staring at me in the eye: "SO!!! You never have time to play with me and you keep saying that you need a personal assistant…SOoooooO!!?" Not only did he discover a gem of a personal assistant for me but in the mix got himself a very pretty caramel, furry feline girlfriend. Clever cat with a Gemini heart!