Sassy, The Buddha Shihtziuh

I remember a couple of shih'ztiuhs in Texas. One of them was already very advanced, and came to me regularly for his next level of empowerment. One day his scruffy little girlfriend decided SHE wanted to try that energy work stuff, and asked me for an attunement, which I gave her. She changed so dramatically, and felt so profoundly good about her spiritual work, that she began bugging me to do the same kind of work for her friend Merlin, a cat. I kept telling her that Merlin would have to ask me himself. Finally one evening, Merlin came to me and asked for an attunement. The whole time I worked over him, his little shihtziuh friend "held space" for him energetically - she stood by, watching everything, focusing all the power of her intention on the procedure, for her friend's benefit.

I left the area not too long after that, and returned the next year. When I walked into the house, my human friends who lived there told me that the little female shihtziuh was out on the porch, and I should come see her - she was "different."

There she was, sitting erect, very dignified and serene, on one of the padded deck chairs - she was gazing out over the Blanco River. I tuned-in with her and she said, "I am going to become a Buddha in this lifetime." She gave me a picture-communication of herself teaching groups of human meditators as they sat in a circle around her - she would be monitoring their meditation by tuning-in with their picture-minds, and she would be giving teachings telepathically.

Seth - Still Speaking - 2007

As a universal channel, I've had the great pleasure of channeling a number of angelic beings, deities, and teachers of new thought. I am extremely fond of one in particular, someone familiar to many lightworkers - the entity Seth, inner author of SETH SPEAKS and other works channeled by Jane Roberts.

Seth first entered my field when I was at a get-acquainted party in San Marcos, Texas a number of years ago. Someone, on hearing that I was a channel, asked if I'd ever channeled Seth. "No," I said. The next moment, on feeling a very large energy merging with me, I said, "Who's this? It sure is big."
The folks around me laughed delightedly, and one of them said, "Jane Roberts always did say Seth was big."

Seth worked with me over time to get me to relax and not worry so much about giving over control of a number of my faculties to him. He is a very kind and gracious being, and never took me over without permission, always working through me only to the level of trance which was comfortable for me. There was one memorable day when he merged with me as I was sitting in a rocking chair, and gently played with me, taking me into another trance level, by suggesting I rock and rock, and pay attention to the space between the swings of the chair. Gradually Seth assisted me in deepening my surrender.


After a while I was out of Texas and back to my little co-housing community in Portland, Oregon - Mir Cabaaning. I'd been busy with readjusting to our little group and learning to work with my computer, and had not heard from Seth - nor did I mention him. One day Sid and Marilyn and I had our usual shared lunch break combined with watching reruns of Northern Exposure. After a while I woke up. We never fell asleep at that time - we shared food and jokes and enjoyment of the show----but this time we had all three dozed off in our chairs. I saw that the TV screen was sporting an odd zigzag pattern, and I had the sense that "someone" was with us. At that point Sid and Marilyn came back to awareness and noticed the screen, too. I tuned-in to see who it was, and it was Seth. He politely asked if I would channel him there in Portland, for our little community, on a regular basis.
Sid and Marilyn were delighted. They were tremendously enthusiastic. Both of them had lived in L.A. before, and had heard Jane Roberts channel Seth on the radio in the early days. They had read Seth's books, and loved the personality.


It was in Portland that I began to channel Seth from a much deeper trance, though not one that would allow full movement takeover of my body. The routine went like this: first the group of participants would gather and settle into a circle in the living room. Then I would feel Seth coming into me, and I would honor his presence with a little sip of brandy, which he loves. Then I would become unable to move legs or arms or head at will. My eyes would close and remain closed. Seth would move my neck and head, and occasionally bow my body forward in my chair. I could hear the words he would speak through me before they came from my lips - but I could not "talk back" to Seth or ask him questions - I was too far out of body to be able to do that. On occasion, what he was about to say would just not connect with anything in my mind. If I had been a completely unconscious trance channel, that wouldn't have presented a problem. But since I retained enough consciousness to "overhear" the messages, I had the ability to not speak Seth's words. Very rarely, this would happen. Then Seth would speak through me, saying, "Carolion is unfamiliar with the basis of this concept and would like connecting information," or something like that. Then he would proceed to give the whole group that information.


My experience of Seth is one of trustworthiness, as well as a wonderfully subtle sense of humor - I have often been the butt of his little jokes. Seth loves cats. He had a profound effect on Sid and Marilyn's cat Marble, the orange-and-white philosopher-cat, whom he used to give mind-expanding teachings about spiritual connections between cats, grapes, spiritual initiation, and the cosmos.

It is my great pleasure to quiet my mind, relax my body, and allow Seth to enter this place.

SETH: My greetings to one and all! I come very specifically to give cheer, with an emphasis on the "heer" of that word - indeed, the hearing of it. Let your ears perk up and rejoice, and then add your voice to the general melee of congratulations. What, you may well inquire, are the congratulations for? Indeed - they are for the planet. The planet you so love, this Earth, has given birth to a new species of human. I will speak more to this point, and more on this topic, at a later date. At present, I simply come to give you my heartiest good wishes, and the finest sorts of encouraging enticements I can provide, for those who are ready to enter the new zone of understanding available here.

For those who know me already, expect regular baths of light in the form of new thought. For those just getting acquainted, my sympathies! You may be exposed to my cosmic humor at any time, so prepare yourselves.

As Carolion well knows, in terms of utmost scientific accuracy, I prefer the the terminology "Great Guffaw!" to "Big Bang." The first implies, of course, the creative impulse. The second implies an unfortunate combination of male sexual and military fantasy. In parting, allow me, then, to suggest that we all contemplate the possibilities inherent in the "Great Guffaw" theory, and allow it to influence the interval we spend apart.

My best and most sincere good wishes for all, and a hearty dose of holiday cheer!

Seth

Following The Deer Trails - Texas Hill Country, 2000

A few years ago my inner guidance directed me to quit my job in Denver, telling me that as soon as I did that I would be offered another place to live. I was also told that I should dedicate my time to writing poetry. I went in to speak with my boss the next morning, and she was amazed and found herself laughing delightedly at the way I was living. There was no problem with the resignation, since I was a cleaner and wall-patcher on a refurbishing job, and easy to replace.
When I got home, the phone rang. It was my friends Angie and Kate in Texas, saying, "Do you think you're all done with Texas? Might you have some more work to do here?" Angie said, "I'd like to offer you a place to stay, with my husband and me in our home."
There it was - my next place to be. Always grateful for a roof over my head during those years of wandering at Spirit’s direction, I accepted. I knew I'd be living there in the hill country of East central Texas, in a small wooded community on the shores of Lake Travis, to write poetry. That was that. I packed up my little '94 Nissan and we headed on down to the hill country.
As I settled in at Angie's, I began a daily routine of wandering the woods, meeting trees and various flowers and creatures, always following the deer trails. The scent of the cedars (junipers) is a magical perfume that changes the heart for the better, and frees the mind. Mixed with sunshine and the scent of the limestone and soil, the perfume takes you one way; mixed with rain and the scent of wet kaliche clay, it takes you another way. I love that hill country magic.
I found different special seats for poetry-writing. One was like a chair made of two slabs of limestone, with a cedar behind it for fragrant shade and poem-power. Another was the extended branch of one of those dancing live-oaks, a tree which stood on a lightly wooded hill overlooking a valley. Some days if the wind was right I could hear golfers bragging and teasing each other in that wonderful Texas way. That always tickled me. One day I was sitting on a sun-warmed slab of limestone when a big shiny black rhinoceros beetle approached my toe in a very aggressive manner. I realized I was taking up its territory - and in a land-rights lawsuit, if beetles could sue humans, I was in the wrong. I'm guessing that, from the beetle's point of view, my toe was the offender. It was of a size the beetle could relate to, an attackable size. To test my theory, I moved my toe over. The beetle followed. Deciding that wisdom is indeed the better part of valor - and realizing that that beetle was not going to give up - I moved.
I used to carry my little Yamaha recorder with me in case the trees called for a flute tune. Since I have Celtic blood, it's natural for me to relate to trees in this way. There was one occasion when I spotted a tornado funnel in the distance, and I decided to try out flute-playing as a way of making friends with tornadoes. I played with my heart in a friendly state, open and joyful - no fear - and found myself dancing there in that grove of cedars, rain falling, flute music flowing - and after a while the tornado went along somewhere else and did other things.
There are times when trees stop me and pour divine love into me, and I cannot move or think, but only receive. That happened a good deal during this period in the hill country. Over time, the trees have taught me about the need for humans to stop being so human-centric, and to allow themselves to merge with trees, and to shapeshift into other forms as well, for better understanding of how the planet and the universe work. Trees have told me that only when humanity is able to merge with the tree vibration will it be able to truly make and keep peace. Let it be so.

Texas Cat Poet, Syl E. Vester - 1998

Syl E. Vester is a black-and-white cat of immense imagination. I knew him for a short time while staying in San Marcos, Texas. Syl E. would sometimes come in out of the moonlight with his eyes big and round, his tail standing straight up, and his fur all ruffled - the signs of a powerful poetic encounter with the universe. Syl E. would telepath the poems to me, and I would say them in English while Syl E.'s human companion, Sherry, would write them down for posterity.

Here, then, posterity, are the poems of Syl E. Vester, now residing in San Antonio, Texas.

FOUR POEMS

I AM

I'm ready to be lifted from the casket of embodiment.
I sink my teeth and claws into the vision of a bird
and imediately become what I have eaten.
My whole heart is covered with feathers.
In my center the songs of all the birds that ever were
vibrate the core of the Universe.
I am a cat who knows no boundaries.
I pretend.


THE FIRE OF LIFE

When green things dance in the wind, my fur is ruffled
and smells and scents flow in through my nostrils.
I pounce and slink.
I am the Wildness which dances the Tree Dance.
Perhaps a squirrel will run past me.
Perhaps my waiting will result in food.
A tree invites me.
"Scratch my bark," it says. "Rake me, climb me,
peer from my limb with glittering green eyes."
Waiting for a bird gift from the Gods,
I know this one thing:
To be magnificence itself is to be a cat.


FULL MOON

Out from under the Moon I run, tail straight up for little wiggling spirit things
to climb.
My claws shine like sharpened pearls.
I savor the magic, the airiness.
I'm absolutely terrified and delighted.
There is a great ball shining messages for the world
and I have caught its words in my heart.


DEATH IS LIKE THAT

My mind is at a loss.
Maybe I lost it, maybe I gave it away.
So instead my head is filled with something -
it is a waiting.
The right picture will come soon,
to fill my empty head.
In that moment between the emptiness and the fullness,
I take a bath.
Only the cats know the depths of creativity one enters
in the bath.
Death is like that.

A Visit From The Star Man - 1998

In the beautiful Hill Country of East Central Texas, there's a town called San Marcos, which has an amazing spring (Aquarena Springs) from which pours the beautiful pure clear San Marcos River. That makes San Marcos a special place on this earth - a place that might attract angels and saints and other holy beings.

I was present for such a visitation a few years ago. I was staying in a house with two amazing cats, Syl E. Vester and Allie Cat, and their human. Syl E. and Allie did not get along, as a matter of course. In fact, they often hissed and spat at each other in passing. One day, however, something was different. Sherry, the human companion of these cats, came out to the garden where I was working with some new transplants. She said, "You've got to come inside and see the cats - something is really different."

On the way inside, we passed the garage, where the light was on. That light could not be turned on. No one could turn it on. But it was on now. Later we understood that whenever that light came on, it meant we had a certain starry visitor. That particular day I went in the house and saw, to my great amazement, that Syl E. and Allie were lying side by side, perfectly harmonious and peaceful, and they were gazing at a chair which, to all appearances, was empty.

As soon as I came into the room, Syl E. telepathed to me, "We've been speaking with the Star Man." Both cats then began telling me what the Star Man had said. They were deeply and totally inspired by the message. It was about catnip. The Star Man had told the cats that as human beings begin to vibrate higher and higher, they'll become mentally more like cats, and then catnip will become a very important plant for them. He told them that there will be whole catnip farms devoted to raising special varieties of catnip for all sorts of human needs. The Star Man also told Syl E. and Allie to speak with us about getting a catnip garden started there right away.

The thing about divine inspiration is, it's highly contagious. As the cats revealed the Star Man's message, the energy in the room was amazing! The inspiration passed from Star Man to cats, and from the cats into the humans. We decided to go to "It's About Thyme," a wonderful garden store in the Hill Country - we were all set to buy catnip and build a special garden for it. That's what happened, too.

When the garden was completed later that day, Syl E. was disappointed to see the fencing which kept the catnip safe from visits by wildly rolling drunken cats. I explained to him that the catnip would soon grow right through the fencing, and he could nip off any of it he'd a mind to taste, if it poked through the fence. Syl E., who had a huge imagination, was also disappointed that the garden was just a little patch instead of the acres and acres of catnip the Star Man had inspired a vision of. I let Syl E. know that this was enough catnip for now!

So - the catnip grew and grew. In the end, Syl E. Vester had plenty to get drunk on, although he was still not satisfied with what he considered a puny plot. He had been mightily inspired, and truly yearned for those acres and acres of catnip.

The Star Man dropped by fairly frequently, always invisible to humans - but definitely a strong energetic presence. We always knew when he was around, because of the garage light. Anyone could turn it off, but nobody except the Star Man could make it come on!

There was a community of seekers who grew to love the Star Man because he loved to go on "Joy Rides." We'd pile into a van and follow the Star Man's telepathic/intuitive directions, like "Turn left in 10 miles." Things happened. The Star Man taught us many things about the past and future of the area; he sometimes had us stop and sing or send positive thoughts to a neighborhood or a part of nature. Every time we went on a joy ride - turn here, stop there, turn again here - we would suddenly end up at an I-Hop. Laughing, we'd all go in for pancakes - we and our invisible Star Man. I always thought that perhaps it was the I-Hop design containing all the flags of this world that caused the Star Man to bring us there.

There are endless magical adventures and occurences in life on this planet. There are sacred places all over this earth. There are beings we can touch, beings we see with our inner eyes, beings we can only hear, and those we can sense in other ways. The key to all this exploration is to keep a simple, clear, devoted mind and a pure heart; and to "tune" the inner-hearing / inner-seeing abilities to the highest vibrations, so that the most profound Truth can be experienced.

There's a wisdom-teaching that goes something like this: Pay attention to a little mystery each day and you will always be happy.