One of our members as taking the time to write some funny astrology readings. So far, Pisces, Sagittarius, Cancer, Aries, Libra,

Aquarius, and Capricorn are represented. I hope you'll click through and give them a look.

I am about halfway through writing the book I mentioned some time back. It's amazing how one reconnects to the events, emotions, and experiences of the past when you try to document them. Writing a spiritual journal is a good practice just for that reason.

I believe most of you know I am a near death survivor, having been in a fatal car accident some time ago. That experience, and what the universe would ask me to do since then, is the source of all I write about here.

In typical universal communication, the book starts with an ending. It is very hard, if not impossible, to get a straight answer out of the universe. But that is because we do not possess the knowledge the universe does. Once you "get it," the universe is very clear in its communication.

My Cat Story

I had always had a cat in my life, even while I was in the Navy. After one weekend of long hours and little sleep, I pulled into my apartment complex, only to find my cat had just been hit by car. He was still alive, but just barely. His entire hind quarters were bleeding excessively. He was barley awake, and in obvious pain.

Back in the day, animal hospitals were not as common as they are today. I had to find one in the yellow pages  (there wasn't an Internet back then) and drive two hours to get to the vet. I was so tired, I wasn't sure I could make the drive. I also doubted my cat would make the drive too, but as long as he was alive I would take the chance.

The vet took him in right away and came out about ten minutes later. My choices were to put him to sleep or attempt an all day operation. He had lost a lot of blood and there were no guarantees he would make it through surgery. Being a sailor in the Navy, a lot of money is not something one accumulates. Half my paycheck was already committed to the visit so far. The operation would put me in debt for many paychecks to come.

Understanding my position, the vet made it perfectly justifiable to put my cat down. Even so, I decided to let him go ahead with the operation.

For the rest of the day I slept periodically in the most uncomfortable molded plastic chair you could imagine. Apparently the operation backed up the scheduled appointments for the day, and the other pet owners were frustrated by the wait. 

But their pets would all get seen, and I would see the waiting fill up and empty out over the course of the day. Just before closing, I got my first update from the vet. My cat had made it through, and was under heavy medication. It would be okay for me to take him home, but there were still no guarantees he would survive the next week.

I packed him up in the bloodied box I brought him in with and began the long drive home. At one point, he looked up at me, his eyes all glassy, and seemed to think to me: "Thank you." Then we went back to sleep.

I got back to my apartment and carefully lifted him out of the car. I held the box and all of his medications under one arm, and fumbled with me keys to open the front door. As soon as I did, I heard a roar from within my apartment:

MEOW!

Yes, my cat was in my apartment, and quite upset he had been in there for so long. The cat I took to the vet wasn't my cat, and in fact, they didn't even look that much alike.

I say that the beginning of this story starts with the ending because the next day I would be in my own fatal car accident. Three near death experiences and two years in the hospital. I would never know what happened to either of my cats.  

Ironically, doctors would say the exact same thing about me, the vet said about my cat: "He had lost a lot of blood and there were no guarantees he would make it through surgery."

Everyone has a point in their life when they make a decision, or create a path of destiny for themselves, that they can go right back to that exact moment in time, and just "feel" the significance of the event. This was such an event for me, and to this day I can't figure it out. Was it a test?  What does it mean?

I guess I will never know, but I do know what happened next, and that would be found in chapter two. 

I would love to hear any "first impressions," or thoughts you might have that could shed some light (no pun intended) on the subject.