Speaking of Animal Messengers: Butterflies!

You know how I was talking about all the Cardinals? Well, there is another animal practically accosting me every time I step outside: butterflies!

And we’re not talking, “Shut your mouth, don’t you know it’s Spring, Dixie, you pink haired goof? numbers of butterflies. We’re talking, “What the Hell, is this a sign of the apocalypse?!?” swarms of butterflies. It’s been a near-constant stream. I haven’t tried to count them yet, but it’s a lot. I’ve had the standard butterflies flying by, but also butterflies brush up against my shoulder (tapping my shoulder?), butterflies land on my knee, butterflies flying in circles over my head, even a butterfly sit in my hair–and stay there! They are EVERYWHERE!

Sometimes, they slow down enough to let me take their picture. (Click an image for a better look.)

I think of butterflies as very Plutonian, for obvious reasons. It’s all about the transformation, baby! That’s the kind of symbolism I don’t have to look up.

Evidently, many cultures associate the butterfly with the soul. Greek myth represents Psyche (“Soul”) as a butterfly. We’re not talking surface level shifts with butterflies; more like DEEP, down-to-your-very-core sorts of changes. Maybe a little intimidating, but all in all, it’s a beautiful message to get.

I was contemplating this rush of birds and butterflies into my life when I hit a realization…my current card, from my “Living the Archetypes” exercise? Yeah. I’m on the Fool still.

And what do I do?

Let’s see. I sit outside in my Sacred Garden, surrounded by Morning Glories, birds and butterflies.

And this Fool card? He carries a staff of Morning Glories. On his right, a bird. On his left, a butterfly.


Um…I’m sure hoping that “alligator of the unconscious” in his path isn’t as dangerous as it looks…at least some of it’s showing already. So it won’t be a total shock when I…er, I mean, when HE steps on it.

Yeah. That.

And you may call that crazy, but I don’t. That’s what I call “living Tarot.” And you know what else? I like it!

Do butterflies come to visit you, too?

Black Cats and the Supernatural

Jewels the Tarot Kitty

Jewels the Tarot Kitty assists.

One of my Tarot people asked me about Black cats and talking to Spirit...seems she has a new friend. Ha! :cat:

I was investigating her question, and ran into this fascinating blog from a medium who talks about why some spirits like to hang around cats. Er, uh…I got sidetracked for a few hours over there, so you’ve been forewarned.

Animals’ physical senses have greater range, more frequencies to detect energy shifts, and their brains are not full of ego or denials! They live immersed in emotional response and instinct. That’s how a dog can judge character or a cat living in a nursing home can predict death. Hence, animals would seem perfect channels for spirit connection.

Black cats especially have long been associated with the supernatural. They were sometimes honored and sometimes feared (or killed),  but frequently judged as especially connected. In some cultures, black cats were considered reincarnations of children who’d passed. In other times and places, just having a black cat would have been enough to get a person executed for witchcraft.

Regardless of how it started (and truth is an option), such a long association may tend to build a type of affinity between black cats and spirit world, a predisposition energetically shaped via expectation and belief  spanning centuries.

And of course, black is associated with night, mystery, and the unknown. That’s where the human world and the spirit world meet, y’know. In ancient Celtic legend, cats were guardians to the Underworld or Otherworld.

Living very close to their hearts, animals are going to be tune. They are part of the ebbs and flows of the natural world, a world crackling with spiritual energy. As such, I think cats in general and black cats in particular would make excellent intermediates with spirit.

Cats companions of mine who’ve passed do come to visit me. I see them out of the corner of my eye, feel them walking on the bed to snuggle up sometimes at night, making their presence felt in various ways.  These visits are common enough I no longer question them.

I also consider my little black kitty, Jewels, to be my familiar. I don’t know if she’s been with me in other lives or not, but she obviously loves me and tries to look after me in this life. And as I’ve said before, she is unquestionably psychic. She’s laying behind,  on the back of the chair I’m sitting in, as I write this.

Do you believe black cats have a special connection to the spirit world?