Hi, my name is Tazzie, and I’m a cat. My human caretakers gave me that name when I was a kitten because I acted like a Tasmanian Devil. I could run and bounce off walls, and catch bats in flight. We lived on a stark five-acre plot of land in the Arizona desert that got very hot during the summer. They did not have any modern conveniences like cold air in the house, so they spread wet towels on the kitchen counter and out on the picnic table. There were seven of us then and we managed to stay relatively cool from the evaporation.
I wasn’t very old before I recalled how to traverse dimensions – that is, I remembered from previous lives. My favorite launch point was from atop my male human’s school bus. I would start from about the middle and run toward the front. When I got to about over the windshield, I would pass through an oval portal to the other dimension that was lush and green with tall grass, plants, bushes, and many different types of tree. There were also many different species of animals that all appeared to peacefully coexist.
On my first visit to that dimension during this life, I discovered several feline friends from previous lives. From that visit onward, whenever I entered the other dimension, there would be someone there to welcome me.
I never concerned myself about anyone ever seeing me leave, not even after I heard the male human remark; “I saw the damnedest thing this morning. Tazzie just vanished from the top of my bus. I was working by the front side of it when I saw her run and leap into – nowhere. I thought she might have jumped onto the hood and then the ground, but she was nowhere around.”
The female human laughed and replied, “She just went dimension hopping.”
“She what?” he asked.
“Dimension hopping – most cats can do it. That’s where the old adage that cats have nine lives came from. Cats can traverse dimensions to escape immediate danger and most true cat lovers, with any basic sensitivity, understands the truth behind the myth.”
The conversation was getting boring so I left. However, I would like to tell you that we cats don’t dimension hop just to escape danger; we often do it merely for fun just because we can. That way, we can play with old friends and meet new ones.
Let me explain something else, most humans don’t realize that we cats choose the people we want to live with. True, it doesn’t always workout the way we planned, but there is always next time. Take my father for example. He told me that he chose to return to this male human because he had lived with him many times before. Of course, the man was oblivious to their past relationship – but the kitten was not. After his birth, he and his littermates were to be taken to a pet store. When placed in the pen for transport, he escaped, not once but twice. When the man finally realized that my future father didn’t want to leave, he said, “Ok Yang, if you want to stay here that badly,” and they have been together for the past sixteen years.
When I decided to share another life experience with a familiar human, I chose a momma cat that already lived with her. After I was born, we lived in the Arizona desert for ten years before moving to Nevada.
Not long after my birth, I found many portals in and around our home for dimension hopping. After my daughter was born, I taught her how to travel; she eventually got better at it than the rest of us, and would stay gone for days. I also tried to teach Yang, my dimensionally grounded father. He did not enjoy the experience, and as I recall, he only use the knowledge once.
Before I relate that experience I must explain about dogs. We had two of them running loose in our home area and it only took one encounter to teach then a little respect. Now there was that one occasion when some friends of our human caretakers came to our desert compound for a visit and they brought their stupid dog with them. When it got out of the car and spied Yang, the chase was on. I observed the fiasco from my favorite perch atop the bus and watched as my father took off running through the desert with the barking dog rapidly closing the distance. My heart started pounding from fear that my father, not adept at dimensional displacement, would surely be caught and torn to pieces. Suddenly the dog slid to a stop in a cloud of dust and looked around. Yang was nowhere in sight. The rest of us hid from the dummie’s sight until after the company left, finally taking their ignorant dog with them. I then had to retrieve my father from the other side because he could not find a doorway back. When I located him, he was happily playing with his old friend Harmon.
I said, “Come on Yang, it’s time to go home. Everyone is looking for you so I have come to help you back through the portal.”
Harmon asked, “If you can take him back, can you show us how to do it too?”
“I can, but you will not find everyone as friendly there as they are here. It was a mean dog that chased Yang here in the first place.”
Harmon did not seem concerned about that, so I taught him how to find a portal and pass through. I then brought my father back to our dimension through an opening into the center of the courtyard.
It stands to my cat’s reasoning, that if we can go to another dimension and visit with friends there, that our friends, once shown the way, can come to my home dimension as well.
Upon Harmon’s first visit, I understood why he was not concerned about predators. With their ability, to virtually float in our gravity, there was never a danger of any canine assault. Even though our dogs had already been taught some manners around felines, they took their job of guarding the compound against coyotes very seriously; I was not sure how they would react to strangers. I know our dogs could see the dimensional visitors, but considered them just another pesky cat for them to protect.
It soon became apparent to me that the male human could not see my friends directly when he mentioned to the female, “I keep catching glimpses of movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to see, there’s nothing there.”
She explained, “What you are seeing are some creature that Tazzie has brought back with her from the other dimension.”
“You mean there are other things living over… wherever it is they go.”
“Of course, and they come and go as easily as our cats do.”
“Why can’t I see them?”
“You could if you learned how to become more sensitive to higher vibrations. But for now, the only way you can know they are here is by catching glimpses of movement within the range of your peripheral vision.”
“Can you see them?”
“After a fashion – because their physical structure vibrates at a higher frequency, they appear translucent to me, but yes, I can see them.”
“What do they look like?”
“Definitely feline in nature, they are longer and taller, but much lighter than our kitties. Gracefully slender, they appear to glide easily through the air.”
“Is that why I sometimes see our cats staring into space as though watching a tennis match?”
Boring conversation again, I think I’ll take a nap.
Yang’s friend Harmon came often to visit us and they would spend hours playing together. I remember the evening when the humans were watching TV when Yang and his friend started playing chase, tag, and gotcha. What the male human saw, was Yang rolling on the floor, sitting up, spring jumping and standing on hind legs, running in small circles, flopping down again, and rolling around on the floor. We cats however, observed all their antics with great interest.
As strange as that incident was for our humans, a couple of days later when Harmon returned, I suggested, in my typical cat humor, that he go eat and drink from our food bowls. When the female heard someone eating and drinking, she saw Harmon’s translucent form. She excitedly called the male, who, of course saw nothing except the food disappearing and the water moving in the bowl.
She asked, “Do you hear that?”
“Yes,” he said.
“And do you see the food disappearing?”
“Yes.”
“Where is it going? I don’t see it in the air.”
“You told me that these beings from another dimension appeared translucent, because they exist at a higher frequency. That doesn’t mean they are transparent. Any food or drink, when taken in, would also change frequency and therefore be unobservable.”
We cats always have fun pulling practical jokes on others. As for the male human, perhaps it was only a glimpse; but I’m sure he got enough glimpses to convince him that my friends were actually there.