Of Owls, Cats and Satanists.

Well, I had intended my blog to be a magical and happy place, exploring my adventures in spiritual awakening, kundalini, shamanism and the mysteries of this wondrous existence. I had intended to start at the beginning, put everything clearly in categories, make a timeline, attempt to impose a sense of logic and order. I may still manage this, but not today, as a darkness has been drawn towards us and enveloped us in sadness.
Where it began I’m not sure, but I first began to sense it’s fragrance a few days ago, when a barn owl landed in our field, in broad daylight. I hear many owls here in our woods at night, but seldom a barn owl, they are rare in these parts, and to observe one during the day is unusual to say the least. I was able to observe it for some time before it left for the woods.
The next morning the fields and woods were shrouded in deep mist, there was a beautiful magical quality in the air, so I decided to take my dog, Dougal, for a walk. We hadn’t gone far when a deer walked out in front of us on the path. I decided to turn around in case Dougal scared her. We left her in peace and I returned to the house and put Dougal in the kitchen. At this moment, something strange happened. A little voice inside me said,’walk to the top of the field’, and without hesitation I did. I just walked through the mist until I came to a tree, above me, in the tree, sat the owl. She was large and beautiful, she looked at me for a bit then jumped out of the tree onto the ground in front of me. For a minute I had the incredible experience of locking eyes with a wild barn owl, before she flew silently away. I was lost in the magic of the moment, and not really listening to another little voice inside that was saying, something is wrong, this is a warning.
The next day are beautiful cat Bintang disappeared. He is a long haired beauty with the sweetest nature and has never spent a day away from home before. He is the third of our cats now to disappear mysteriously.
My wife was distraught and put our contact details up on a website for missing cats. At around midnight, the following message was left on our answering machine, we didn’t hear it until the next morning. The message is in French and initially delivered by a sober and serious adult male voice. It goes roughly like this.
‘Hello, we have found your cat Bintang, he’s long haired orange and white’. So far so good, we have hope. He continues,’We have chopped him up,cooked him and eaten him’. At this point a child starts laughing and says, ‘Daddy, you’re too funny’. The child continues, ‘We have smashed his head in and will send it through the post so you can have a funeral’. They finish by chanting,’All Hail Satan’. It’s lovely isn’t it, really lovely. The police will do nothing, they claim that they can’t trace a blocked number. But of course if the call had been about Al Queada they’d have traced it fast enough.
I am just sending these people love, they won’t change who we are. The great unseen forces of the universe will deal with them in time.
In Hindu metaphysics it is said that the Oneness divided itself infinitesimally and entered into a forgetting of its true nature. Grief can be a bit like that, it blows you apart and you wonder will you ever put yourself back together again. Perhaps the answer to the origin of the universe is simple, that the Creator blew itself apart in sadness, that maybe someone, stole Gods cat.