By Zsuzsana Summer	Manifesting Mystic (the Cat) By Zsuzsana Summer
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Whenever I hear someone say the phrase ‘Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it’, I have to smile, because that's only half the equation. Sometimes, contrary to what many new age gurus tell us, the 'how' of getting things is in our arena of influence too!

A few years ago, I owned and operated an offbeat, shabby-chic metaphysical retail store in a very weird old building in an even weirder little town. One quiet winter afternoon, a group of us were sitting in the tearoom section where I held workshops and did tarot readings, waiting to be able to close up shop for the day. Some friends had dropped by for a chat and, as it was a Saturday, my husband was hanging about too, a bit bored by the witchy conversation we girls were having, but waiting for me patiently.

One of the girls visiting, the town’s ‘white witch’ no less, (well, I think she leaned towards ‘gray’ but that’s another story) mentioned that one of the nearby variety store owners was giving away some adorable kittens. I sighed wistfully when I heard ‘kittens’ because I’m an animal nut, and would take in a critter if it was slow in walking on the other side of the street, but one peek at hubby’s face from behind my teacup told me what I’d suspected - he was not ready and willing to adopt another animal into our household. At the time we had a tiny little place that our elderly dog and grumpy fat cat kindly allowed us to share. So, I thought - okay, so be it and I firmly announced to the group that I wasn’t interested.

My friend Lynda and I, though, were giving each other subtle glances as we continued to sit and chat – each of us knowing of the other’s love for animals and knowing that we wouldn’t be able to leave this one alone. Eventually, I managed to concoct an errand to run and slipped out of my shop – making a beeline straight to the variety store. Two seconds later, I was in love!

Two kittens were left from the litter, neglected little bundles of scraggly fur, just begging for a good home. They were a mixture of Devon or Cornish Rex and heaven knows what else, and both had a real ‘bewitching’ air about them. I quickly phoned back to my shop and told Lynda to hurry on over. She no sooner stepped in the store than she fell in love too. She immediately picked up larger, softer, cuddlier kitten, the one I had had my eye on with the words ‘HE’S MINE’ ringing through my head. The kitten curled up in her arms, blissfully happy, while I chased the other one, a little rascal scampering all around the display cases, so I wouldn’t be standing there with empty arms. Eventually, I forced myself to put the little rabble-rouser down and left Lynda in the store debating whether she should adopt and figuring out if she could get away with it. I guess she convinced herself, because the next day she went back and took the little guy home.

In the meantime I had gone back to my shop and ‘fessed up to my husband about where I’d been. He panicked for a moment, but I reassured him that I’d respect his wishes about no more animals and we left it at that.

A really busy weekend followed for us and it was Tuesday before I brought up the word ‘kitten’ again to my husband. That morning, in between customers at the shop, I had performed a little impromptu ritual, asking the higher forces to bring me this cat if it was meant to be. The ritual was short but very heartfelt, and at lunchtime I had a visit from hubby, who finally agreed that one more cat wouldn’t hurt. I hadn’t wanted to really press him on this issue but his soft heart carried the day. After a bit more discussion, we decided that the kitten could be the ‘store cat’ and stay with me at work, where I spent most of my time anyway. Better than nothing, I thought – already planning where I would put his little bed and litterbox.

At the earliest opportunity that afternoon (darn a steady stream of customers) I found the variety store’s phone number and called to tell them I wanted the cat, and was horrified to learn that someone had just come in a few minutes ago and adopted him. I remember the voice saying ‘They just left’ and not wanting to believe it. I was truly stricken because I felt in my heart that the kitten was meant to be with me. I mean – I’d come SO far – even got the blessing of my big grumpy guy with the marshmallow heart – all for nothing? The next hour until closing time was truly painful. I was questioning my intuition and talents at manifesting - I was questioning the universe itself. Nonetheless, I said a prayer for the cat that wherever he had gone, he had found a good and loving home.

Just as I was crouched down to put a last few things away under the front desk, I saw a pair of boots approaching our front door. A bit annoyed that a customer was coming in at that late hour, I got up and walked the few steps to the door to see my husband standing there, smiling, with a funny lump in his winter jacket. My heart caught in my throat as a moment later, a furry head peeked out from behind the half open zipper, and there was my Mystic.

Not only had the cat come into my life as I had prayed for, but true to the letter of my prayer, the universe had brought him to me, right to my door.

That little creature has ever remained a magickal kitten to me, and reminds me of the power of prayer and manifesting each time I glance at him. It wasn’t more than a couple of weeks before he came home to live with us at the house, (did you ever doubt that this was coming?) but not before he had sat in on many a meditation circle and metaphysical workshop. He is a joy and a treasure, and yes – undeniably a little flaky - and we’ll never lose the special bond that his arrival forged in my heart.

© 2003 Zsuzsana Summer
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