“I’m not gone. I’m in different form. I continue to be your master teacher. As you evolve, my teachings evolve from the physical form to allow you to continue to spiral in your growth. I know you’re hurting, but you are learning how to navigate this new relationship and that brings you comfort. (Me, too!)
As you know, all animals are teachers. Each one has a different way of sharing knowledge. Some are pets and others are wild. Some sacrifice their lives to provide messages in hopes of getting through to those who need to evolve. I’m so honored to have been, as you say, your daughter in this life! You know how our interactions and what I taught have been different from your other pets. I ask you to share some of these revelations so others may become aware of how their pet may be working with them, too.” ~A Message from Samantha, 9/11/22
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It’s been six weeks since Samantha passed away. I always called her “my scarecrow” as a reference to The Wizard of Oz. I always felt like I would miss her most of all. When I ask myself why that is—because I love my dog and my other cat with all my heart—It’s that she was unique. Her energy was different. She was the only other girl in our household, so I felt that was part of it. I had an unspoken, Divinely feminine connection with her.
True to that type of energy, she taught me many life lessons related to soul learning. In hindsight, it’s I who was the scarecrow, and she the Wizard who gave me access to my heart.
While my other pets teach me how to better navigate life in the present, more 3D aspects of living such as remembering to laugh, establishing boundaries, and other wonderful lessons, Sammy taught my soul. Our soul is best accessed through a pure heart, and she had the Earth-job of healing mine.
It’s a bit difficult to explain, but when she looked into my eyes, laid on my lap, or tucked me in at night with her biscuit-making on my chest, my heart always felt better. I felt peace. She was always providing energetic healing, clearing, and filling our home with love and her beauty to replace voids where the energy had been lifted away that no longer benefited me or our home. Even though I am a Reiki Master, she definitely was a higher master healer in addition to being my spiritual guide.
As my guide, she never interfered. It was up to me to receive the healing or not, to be curious how she was helping me, and to be still to understand. She was my Zen.
With her as one of three pets, she was “peace” at Christmas time when I would lovingly label my dog, Sydney, as Comfort, and my cat, Jude, as Joy. Peace could only be Samantha. She was powerfully subtle! And, she was okay with that; it was another one of her lessons. She never hissed a day in her life. She would leave a situation before fighting, although she would defend herself when our boy cat got too rough. The boys were the squeaky wheels that always seemed to get more attention, but Sammy and I would find our quiet moments, sometimes only a few minutes, and that was enough; it was our way of sharing our energy, soul, and connecting our hearts.
She taught me power has nothing to do with aggression, fighting to be heard, recognition, or anything external. It’s a knowing and recognizing all power lies within, from just being. It’s a birthright!
It’s wonderful when you can connect and share this power with others, as she did with me, but it’s always unspoken. Instead of looking for it, it is something to be felt, to be basked in for however long or short it may be. It’s like a love letter from God.
My Sammy girl definitely had personality though, don’t get me wrong! She would make us laugh when she had what we’ve come to call her “zoomies” through the house. Since we had tile or hardwood floors, she never used her nails and sometimes her legs would spin; she wouldn’t move at first… just like you see in the cartoons.
We called Samantha Her Royal Highness because she emanated that status, again not by action, but by her energy. Quite adorably, when she laid down her back legs and back from behind looked like the royal crown!
Come to find out, I selected a birthday for her that happened to be the coronation day of Queen Elizabeth II. True to royalty traditions, Sammy loved to lay on the highest perch of the cat tree or oversee our family from the bar countertop, like she was watching over her people. The other pets knew her status, but it wasn’t of pompous nature. It was grounding. Protective. Corralling. All of this still was in quiet but wise nature, teaching me that being a charismatic leader is all about energy and connection.
I will miss her so much. But like her message, I take comfort in knowing she is still teaching me, and I can connect with her in an even more direct way.
If I had to sum up in one phrase her teaching? It would be the phrase I use in my email signature:
Hearts Connected.