I am a Kahuna, which is the Hawaiian version of a shaman, as well as a few other things like a Reiki Master. I have lots of spiritual tools to help people, but I won’t go into them now. I mention it to illustrate that I often see and handle weird things. This incident currently tops the list of weird. 

I have been reading the Archangel Series by Richard Webster. I will do book reviews on them later, but I’m finding them helpful. In what I do, I sometimes call on angels to help with the work when I need them, but I don’t often call on the archangels except for Michael. Last night I was reading Uriel’s book. I was getting into the part about contacting him after reading about what his “specialties” are in regards to what we can ask for his help on. 

As I don’t believe in coincidences, and if you have any belief at all in metaphysics, you probably don’t either. I suddenly felt the urge to borrow and read these books from a friend. I read Raphael first, and it was helpful. I started to read Uriel’s book, but I found it boring and lost interest in it. I was struggling to read it. I know that when I try to read something spiritual or metaphysical in nature and I can’t get into it, that means that it’s not time to read it, or it’s something that I don’t need to read. So I stopped reading it and asked my guides if I needed to read it at all, and I heard that yes, I did.

I then got the push to find out what order I needed to read the books. It turns out I was supposed to read Michael’s book next. So I did. When I finished that, I picked up Uriel’s book since that was next on the list.

On to the weird part. I started to read the book, and I fell into it right away and was engaged. I read over the chapter I knew I had read before, and it was like nothing sounded familiar. The next thing was even stranger. My cat Koa insists on being with me in my room every day. I normally shut the door at night to avoid everything on my desk being knocked over and the garbage can from being overturned. 

I don’t mind having my cats goofing around in here when I’m reading, but when I’m trying to do something important, I don’t need a fat cat laying across my keyboard or blocking my monitor. 

I was on the bed reading Uriel’s book, and she was lying at the foot of the bed, relaxing. I watch her lift her head thinking she was yawning when her eyes were suddenly glued to the ceiling. I look up to where she’s focused, assuming she sees a bug. There’s nothing there. Then she watches something move to a different part of the ceiling, then she starts “talking.” We’ve all seen cats make that stuttering sound when they’re looking at birds, bugs, or squirrels, but this was different. 

If I had thought about it, I should have grabbed my phone to video her, but it happened so fast, there wasn’t time. It didn’t last very long. My first instinct was to assume that we were being psychically attacked, but I didn’t feel anything. I energetically sealed and cleared the house, but it didn’t feel any different.

Still, she stared at the ceiling. Then she gave a little nod of her head and left the room. As if agreeing to something. In the meantime, I’m thinking, WTF is going on?

I shook my head and went back to reading the book. I left the room a few minutes later to get something to drink, and Koa was sitting in the hallway near the door. When I came back, I told her I was going to shut the door unless she wanted to come in again. Never one to pass up an opportunity, she walked in before me and jumped on the bed. I get comfortable on the bed and start reading the book again, and she starts staring at the ceiling again. Still couldn’t see what the heck she was looking at. She left shortly after. There was nothing in her mannerisms that said she was freaked out or scared. There was no growling or hissing. Neither her tail nor her back was up. Her ears never went flat.

In short, I don’t know what happened, but I have to assume that Uriel showed up and talked to my cat. I was hoping he was encouraging her to be less naughty. Nope. She’s still her badass kitty self, knocking shit off every flat surface.