Greetings, Gifted Reader!
How do you feel about animals? Do you believe they have to ability to think? And, if so, do you believe they dream like humans do? Have you ever watched your pet sleeping when s/he suddenly began twitching or whimpering? Did it make you wonder if s/he was having a nightmare about being chased, or upset about not getting his or her favorite treat?
I consider myself to be a true animal lover—I don’t eat them, or wear them, nor do I hold them prisoner in my home and call them pets.
At least, I don’t anymore.
But once upon a time, I was the owner of a gentle feline named RastaFari. That’s him in the photo above and, no, that is not a spike going through his cheek, but just him leaning against the porch railing and yawning. When Rasta was still a tiny kitten, he was run over by a van (that drove off without stopping) and was forever scarred—having lost one testicle, some intestines, and the use of his right front paw (see how he holds it in the pix?). Still, the boy had spirit. Not only did Rasta refuse to allow a paralyzed paw keep him from fighting raccoons in the backyard, but he wouldn’t back down from any other animal—cat or dog--either. The only thing Rasta couldn’t do was climb trees or my kitchen countertops, which I thought was a good thing. Being a tommish boy, Rasta loved nothing more than running around in the woods chasing something, but whenever he came home he was contemplative and sweet. I even taught him to sit and shake hands! And, Rasta never once scratched me. Sometimes, when I was feeling especially down, he’d sit in front of me and stare as if he could read my mind. During cold winters, he would lie in front of the portable heater for hours. Sometimes, when I touched his thick fur, it would feel like it was on fire. Yes, RastaFari was special and we had a deep connection that transcended animal/human relationships. I’d had other pets before, both dogs and cats, but none of them formed that exceptional bond with me that Rasta and I had. Unfortunately, I had to move away and was unable to bring Rasta into my new life, but I think of him often and wonder if he ever misses me.
In medieval European folklore, animals that were thought to assist Wiccans and magicians were called “familiars”. The image of a witch riding a broomstick with a cat is, pardon the pun, a familiar depiction from that period.
Of course, lots of other cultures also have stories of animals that assist humans, especially when that human is in peril. In Japan, a raccoon dog named Tanuki, with gigantic testicles that he sometimes throws over his shoulders, is often portrayed as a Shinto priest.
In other parts of the world, animals are always significant to shamans. Native Hawai’ians teach that their ancestors or ‘aumakua are sharks. Interestingly, it’s been reported that no Native Hawai’ian has ever been bitten by one.
And, of course, many American Indigenous carved animal totems.
So, who is your familiar? Drop a line to gypsystars@me.com and let us know.
Thank you, author George Patton, for another wonderful blog idea. That’s George’s familiar, Midnight, pictured sideways. She is after all magical and her master, George, knows all about magicians—having penned Black Jack, a novel about his great uncle Herman (see below).
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Until next time, leaving you with good luck, light and love.
Gypsy Stars
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