Do the Russians love cats too?

Like no doubt everyone reading this who lives in the UK, I’ve hated the ‘winter.’ It hasn’t been a winter at all, just four months of rain, grey skies and misery.

And I couldn’t possibly comment on accounts of all the flooding being done deliberately could I? They wouldn’t do that would they? The mainstream suggests they might…

But, you see, my keeper has an agreement with the quite wonderful editor of this newsletter, Pauline, that this month’s article would be about love. And so it is.

You all know that sunshine creates vitamin D on our fur, and then we lick it off. I, being a one-time ‘feral’ cat, love the outdoors. But not 24 hour raining and water-logged gardens. So, I probably have been suffering from what you soft lot have called Seasonal Affective Disorder, or S.A.D. for short. But I still get in long periods of purring.

You see, there is no doubt, none whatsoever, that my return to the Great Cat has been stalled at least once. I’m impossibly old [at least 23], and can see just shadows out of my one ‘good’ eye. I’m losing some of my muscle-tone, and my coat isn’t glossy all the time.

However, I love eating. I eat for Worcestershire. And here is the real solution to my longevity. Love.

I’m loved by my siblings, Holly and Daisy. I’m loved by my keepers. I know editor Pauline, even though I’ve never met her, loves me too. I suspect quite a few of my loyal readers do too. The spark of life which created me around 1991 came from the Great Cat. Like you humans, one day, that spark will go out, because the Great Cat [GC] will have wanted me back.

Now, you can all stop being sad, because I’m going nowhere soon, as you will realise as you read this entire piece.

How many of ‘us’ [all sentient beings] take this life force for granted? Is it not a gift? Being here, on planet earth, is one of many options for animal and human souls. This, to me, this gift of life, explains how we-who have not been corrupted by the ‘system’-want to give something back.

We felines are eternally grateful for life, and some of you humans are too. Many more would like to express that gratitude, but find it difficult.

I would like you to imagine a world in which everyone wants to help everyone else, without the need to be instantly rewarded. My male keeper lets me sleep on his lap, but he doesn’t need anything in return. My female keeper gives me regular healing, no doubt because it helps me walk better and she wants me here as long as possible. But she would do it anyway.

Have you ever done anything for someone-even a complete stranger-and expected nothing back? Of course you have. If not, I’m not sure why you are still reading this.

[Paws for a truth break. Money truly is the root of all evil. I’m not having a go at anyone who lives well, or has a fair amount of money. In this world you can’t live without it. I’m talking about the control exerted through the global system of money. I want you to consider a moneyless society. Again, not one which means going back to the middle ages, but one in which all sentient beings needs are met through each person making their own contribution selflessly. Go here to learn more about Ubuntu.].

Love keeps me going, keeps my morale high, and lets me enjoy the ‘winter’ of my life here. I know without the love I talked about above, Jimmy’s Mewsings would be far fewer!

Do we cats have souls? Do I need to answer that? Some are more advanced, like you, than others. I was an ‘old soul’ when I came back here in 1991. My life has been pretty amazing, and it was predictable that I would meet my keepers in 2006, especially at a time they were under enormous stress.

The worlds beyond this world are infinite. Do you seriously believe that you are immune from influence from these unseen worlds? The world of spirit is communicating with you daily, as is the Great Cat with us. You can ignore it, as most do, or you can pay attention, be grateful and be surrounded by love. As you all are.

I know my keepers will be acutely embarrassed if I say they are very important to the world. My female keeper didn’t set out to be the voice of Diana Spencer *, once the world’s most famous woman. Like all cats, we don’t go for false modesty. I found them too, and I know it is, and has been the most wonderful relationship.

Any true prophet wants to be proved wrong, because our warnings about the approaching tyranny have been heeded, and the course of history changes. Given the psychopaths wanting to bomb Russia, I will close [I’ve used this before] with a line from Sting song ‘Russians’, which he wrote in 1985, when the Cold War rhetoric was at its height.

“Believe me when I say to you, I hope the Russians love their children too.”

My male keeper spent three weeks on a training course in Zvenigorod [80 km] from Moscow, about 18 years ago, where the Nazi advance was reputedly stopped during World War 2. Yes, the Russians do love their children. Love will stop the insanity of WW3.

Jimmy, in a prophetic mood, March 2014.

* Anne Stewart’s book ‘In the Stillness, Everything Happens,’ is now out. It is a collection of wisdom, a recipe for life, from 19 channellingsfrom January 2012 to July 2013. Profits from the sale of the book-‘a golden prize’ are all going towards the creation of a Diana Divine Healing Sanctuary in Malvern. It will specialisein the treatment of war veterans and survivors of sex abuse. The book costs £15 [plus p & p] and is available from the web shop at www.dianadivinehealing.com