Waking in the night I decide to use my techniques for shamanic travel. I begin the ritual and find myself visiting my dear friend Caspar as intended. In the dream realm, or the astral if you prefer, we meet at the Crow’s Nest in the Himalayas. He has his back to me when I arrive and when he turns around he has a kitten in his arms that he hands to me. It is a gift for me and Caspar tells me that the male kitten is named is Nico. My lucidity intensifies and I know, and make a point of remembering, that I must research the name when I wake and return to this experience of life in matter form. Then I decide to sleep on the dreamers bed there and I lie down and drift off to sleep within the dream visit watching all the stars whirling around through the glass roof above the bed at the Crow’s Nest.
The next day I searched out the meaning of the name Nico. It is from Greek, a shortening of Nikolaos. It means victory people, often put as victory ‘of the’ people. One reference states that those with this nickname are full of charm, energy and effortless cool. I have always had a soft spot for a cool cat.
After giving this some thought I realised that in all likelihood Caspar was gifting me a kitten for finally publishing my first book in a trilogy and having got the second book ready to send to the editor within a month of that first publication. It was a personal victory for me against the doubts and distractions many of us face when we are creating anything that we intend to offer up to the world.
I told both my husband, Rod and youngest daughter, Miki, of this dream. The following day my eldest daughter, Anna, phoned me to ask what to get her Dad for Fathers Day. I replied that since my own father has been gone many years I had not given the subject any thought at all but that I would consider the matter and let her know if I came up with something. Anna decided to visit us a bit later on the same day.
When Rod came out of his study to greet her, Anna asked him if he would like a kitten for Fathers Day. It was an amazing question as we all know his normal response to such a question would be that he would prefer some ground glass to rub in his eye than to receive a cat. To be fair he has loved those cats we have had but really dislikes the damage that cats can do to the local birds, frogs and lizards. However, to my surprise he quietly said, ‘yes.’ Then he stood there looking from one to the other of us suspiciously. It became obvious he thought Anna knew about the dream and we were ganging up on him on the matter of cat acquisition. He took some convincing that Anna knew nothing at all about the dream. Anna was very surprised when we shared the dream with her, she grinned and noted how strange it all was, adding ‘Mum does really have superpowers.’
It was quite some time later that Rod confessed that just prior to coming out of his study to greet Anna, he had been listening to a song that had popped up randomly on Spotify. The song was The Fairest of Seasons, sung by Nico.
Yet one more tiny transformational tale from my life has appeared to offer up the magic of the night meeting and mixing with the magic of the day. To tease us with the possibilities of a fully conscious and interactive source of being that not only contains us but is contained by us.
Now we just have to await the arrival of Nico the kitten.