Now I know I wasn’t challenging myself. I let my weaknesses drag me down. Instead of turning those mistakes and obstacles into hash marks branded deep and glorious into my upper arms arms and across my bare chest, I was feeling sorry for my shortcomings in life.
I just read an inspiring story of a comedian. He turned down $500,000 a year. He went on the road and toughened up. And in the end, he proved to himself that he can do it without being bought and sold.
Now perhaps TPTB and pals can listen up about being bought and sold by each other. I turned down the opportunity to be your kitten worth millions. I didn’t know I elicited fear in the fat bastard, who sarcastically pleaded to me NOT to kill him. Huh.
And as expressed in my recent blog entries, I received something else priceless – trust. I’m still loyal to your universal teachings. But I’ve got a long way to go and meet the expectations as one of the associates.
I received an incoming thought last night during dinner about the responsibility of being part of the few ‘chosen’ who won’t blow your cover or mess up other realities/dimensions. It’s a weird deal that I cannot express clearly or coherently, now or ever.
As I struggle with the remaining poop this morning and in the end, the whole experience while stuck in this human female body is empty. I could have had sex, fortune, fame, friends, and be a happy woman.
But I’ve come to realize and trust that everything will work out as planned if we coexist together and awaken many more beautiful souls to the Truth.
With many loving hisses,
Evil Kitty con carn
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