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Pûnkass and I went to a Mind Body Spirit Festival yesterday, mm, it was smashing, yes. We had our aura photos
taken with the curlyun photography.
Here I am with my photo and you can see my spirit guide with me to my right, the white blob. My colours of
my aura mean that I am very pretty and I have some rainbows in it too which make me even prettier, yez.
The white means that I am very spiritual and I might even have an angull, who knows, the purple is that I have
the clairvoyance and my third eye
* wrinkles forehead *
is working ok, mm. The blue that I am speaking my truth and have a good immune
system, healthwise – yez – the green because I am in love with Pûnkass and have a big, big heart (sometimes).
I can’t remember what the rest was and I might have made some of the above up to make me sound better, but I am sure
that it was all good anyway, no, I mean, yez.
It must be
true that my dandelion wand worked the stinkiness back on to Pûnkass after his
mum and dad subjected him to that awful experience called a bath
Because his aura was so stinky. Here it showed on the photograph, as a toxic aura of pungency. He has a spirit
guide with him too, to the left, the blob. As you will see below we now know why he wants to be so stinky, there are hidden
influences at work to enable Pûnkass to attain his wisdom of stinkyness.
But
the poor skull on his hate, he can’t stand the smell any longer and he walked off, mm and the monkey who was doing the
aura reading interpretations said that he couldn’t possibly comment on Pûnkass’ aura and what it meant!
We
took that as an excellent sign of him being in awe of Punkass and just how fine he is, mm!
We then heard that Baghera and Wiccapoo were doing readings in their mobile hut, they have been doing the circuit
of all the MBS festivals. So we went along to see
what it was all about, we had heard that they are very good, so good in fact that they are very accurate, yez.
They showed us how they
do it with this picture of the lines on the paw and they also do some crystal balls and the cards. The energy in their little
room was quite amazing, but for the sake of privacy they had to keep the window and door shut when we went in.
So, with the four of us, it was quite hot in there as he beautiful rays of Spring sunlight streamed through
their little window, catching the rays of dust just like a fairy had sprinkled some magic upon us all. And then Pûnkass farted.
I tried politely to pretend that I hadn’t noticed
* wafts nose *
But we all knew it was him. Bless him. It was a very smelly one and I could see that Baghera wasn’t
impressed, her eyebrows raised, but she was quite the lady and didn’t mention it. We just exchanged knowing looks, you
know, like this
* looks poignantly *
I think Wiccapoo was impressed and was very tempted to brew his own as boys will be boys, but
it wasn’t the time, nor the place for frivolous gaiety or puffing up with pride at our achievements.
No, this is very serious stuff. They told me that I had been a whippet in a past life –
here I am – I was a male.
and this is why I have a spine problem, because I am still straightening out from it having been
bent for many years. They said that I have carried this over with me into this life as I still haven’t learnt the lessons
I have to learn for the good of my sole.
I can’t think why I would want to be a fish, but there you go. They said that this whippet
business could be why sometimes I think that I am a dog, coming when I am called by my humans, problems with co-dependence
and the like. They advised me with much wisdom that I should snap out of it because I am a cat now and this aspect was holding
me back, mm.
They told me amongst many other things, which I can’t reveal here because they are far too
personal, that my spirit guides name is Duncan and he is a tortoise who once lived in the Outer Hebrides.
This is the clairvoyant glimpse that Baghera and Wiccapoo had of him, brought to you my the latest
modern technologies of pineal photography. They are hooked up to a machine which reads incoming messages and prints photos
out of the pictoors that they see...just like that! We had to pay extra for our photos, but we didn’t mind crossing
their paws with a little extra of our pocket money, we thought it was well worth it, mm.
I can’t slow down though, because I have too many rats to catch, but Duncan is very old and wise, having lived
on this earth plain once before, he does know what it is all about, but still…he lived in the Outer
Hebrides, which is a completely different kettle of fish. I suppose at some point I will listen when the weather
gets cold and gloomy in the winter, yez.
Anyway, on we go, because this is the part that makes so much sense. I often pondered why Pûnkass wanted to
be so stinky (I don’t mind though, I love him as he is and what he wants to do is his business) I just couldn’t
see the attraction though because I like to keep my coat so clean, most times. But as you can see, he has a goat
* Wrinkles nose*
as his spirit guide and they pong, no wonder he’s so whiffy!!!
Everything makes so much sense now and has fallen into place. Gruff is a very wise old mountain goat (very
famous too, you might have heard of him). He says that there are many paths up to the top of his mouhtain, I asked Pûnkass
why Gruff couldn’t just jump up there, no problem, but Gruff overheard and muttered something about ‘paradockleaves’.
These might grow on the side of the mountain perhaps, they might taste nice in a pie, mm. Yez and so this must be why Pûnkass
also like to act the goat so much and of course, I will tell you something, my pet name for Pûnkass is silly billy, so perhaps
I was picking up on Gruff too, mm.
Yez, this is all I have to say for now, apart from to thank Baghera and Wiccapoo for their paw reading witch
was very good, mm, what a lovely day we had.
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