Connection and Healing

I got my first mosquito bite! But I’m not exactly celebrating, haha. I haven’t had a mosquito bite in ages since they’re rare in London—no warm summers, no mosquitos.

Everything here on the farm is magical, beautiful, and peaceful. I feel so connected and recharged among the animals, the plants, and my warm-hearted hosts, Maritza and Pedro. I want to be their daughter and live here forever!

Do hens sing? Some of them seem to have a ‘cluck cluck’ that sounds like experimental, velvety arias! I even hear them chatting... or maybe gossiping? And, oh my god, the roosters wake me up every morning at different times between 4 and 8 a.m.—still getting used to that.

Today, I enjoyed fresh mangos and prickly pears, also known as cactus fruit. Prickly pears are packed with vitamin C, which is perfect for keeping me healthy, and I couldn’t be happier to have them fresh and organic straight from nature. 🌵 They’re perfect in their own imperfect shapes and colors, just like us humans—imperfect and beautifully diverse.

There are six little kittens here, and they’re all quite shy. But when they smell me cooking, they start to gather—one of the wonders of having an outdoor kitchen! :) I love them, though! (And the ants too...) They don’t come too close; they just hover around, meowing. There are two black kittens, three black-and-white ones, and one ginger kitten.

The ginger kitten is especially timid—I didn’t even see her until the third day because she hides behind the plants. She’s physically the weakest, the least confident, and slower than the others, making her a bit of an outcast. She’s used to finding empty bowls after the others have eaten, content to lick whatever remains. She doesn’t meow or fight for food. Instead, she waits patiently, keeping to the background. What seems like her disadvantage now might just become her strength later. She’s learning to be self-sufficient, to find food in other ways, and to know the best hiding spots if she ever feels threatened. I can sense her cleverness! She just needs more food to build her strength.

The next day, I watched her carefully. I gave some chicken to the other kittens and saw her observing from a distance as her siblings ate. I knew that, at the very least, she was learning that food was available if she came near me. Only after the other kittens had eaten and wandered off did she cautiously inch closer. I stepped back to my room and quietly watched her thin frame approach from a safe distance. But the moment she spotted or heard me, or sensed another cat approaching along the gravel path, she would dart away to her hiding spot under the deck chair. There, she would wait until everything was still again.

I thought about placing some food under the chair, but it was tricky with her quick retreats and the need to keep the other kittens away. I noticed, though, that she was sniffing around—she seemed to follow scents well. When the other cats returned, they’d spot the food, meowing for more. But once they left, her nose would guide her to where the food had been. She was slow and cautious, but determined. I knew I needed a plan to distract the other kittens or hide food specifically for her, somewhere only her nose could lead her. My heart went out to this little ginger kitten, and I truly wanted to help her. My first attempt to feed her didn’t work out, though, but we learned a bit more about each other, which already felt like progress.

She appeared again the next day, still lingering in the background but clearly hoping to find some food. I sat on the ground about three meters away, trying to connect with her in a quiet, reassuring way. I decided to try a bit of telepathy or connection-building, reaching out to her in what I’d call a “5D” way. We locked eyes, and I began “speaking” to her through my feelings, focusing on creating a warm, trusting energy between us.

It’s hard to explain exactly what I did, but I concentrated on the love and trust I was developing for her, letting this feeling grow from within my chest and stomach. After establishing this “communication channel” for about a minute, I silently spoke words of encouragement: “We’ll come up with a plan,” “I’m here for you,” “We’ll have some chicken later, but I need you to do your part and come closer to the food.” I added, “You’re brave, you’re smart—you can do this!”

As I focused on her, my eyes grew teary, feeling the depth of my care for this little kitten. Then, I noticed her left eye wasn’t opening fully; it looked like she might have had an infection.

Later that day, I tried again. I gave a bit of chicken to the other cats while the ginger kitten was nearby, and I tossed some towards her hiding spot where she was watching the others eat. But she ran away again, and by the time she returned, the other cats had already eaten the portion I left for her under the deck chair. They were physically much stronger and faster, and she just couldn’t compete with them. I felt a bit at a loss, unsure of what else to try. So, I let it go for a while and sat down at the table in my outdoor kitchen to do some writing on my laptop and start cooking my next batch of chicken stock.

A couple of hours later, I noticed the ginger kitten still sitting patiently under the deck chair behind me. The other cats were nowhere around, so I took advantage of the quiet moment, placing a bit of chicken on the floor before moving to the opposite end of the kitchen, out of her sight. And bingo! She finally crept forward, slowly but surely, and managed to eat the food. It was fascinating how, after I’d let go, the right opportunity came on its own. I think she sensed it too; that must be why she was waiting behind me.

Around dinnertime, we tried our little routine again. The other cats had gone to eat at my hosts’ house, but the ginger kitten stayed with me. How clever she was! She must have known she’d have no chance against the others over there, so she stayed close. Realizing her plan, I quickly chopped up some freshly cooked chicken and left it on the bench, out of sight of the other cats in case they returned. She approached slowly, sniffing to locate the food, and found it! This time, she ate her fill all on her own, and I was so proud of her. While she was eating, I focused on sending warmth and loving thoughts to her, letting her know what a smart, strong, and courageous little cat she was!

I was glad to have fed her twice today, feeling a sense of relief knowing she’d gotten some protein in her tummy. It would help strengthen her bones and muscles, making her just a little bit stronger.

That evening, I decided to try an energetic healing method I’d once heard about. I visualized drawing out the bad things from the kitten's eye, transforming it into butterflies that flew off into the distance. Then, I imagined healing light flowing into her eye and throughout her body, bringing her strength and warmth. I also asked the universe to keep her safe, protected, and comforted.

As a result of this healing ritual, the next day I developed a painful allergic reaction under my left eye and nose area. A skin reaction that I had never had before in my life. I couldn’t help but wonder if the cat’s eye issue had somehow manifested in me as part of some kind of healing transference. Am I a transmuter? I couldn’t wait to see her the next day to check on her eye!

Yes! The little kitten could open her eye fully! It felt amazing to witness this progress, and I was able to feed her again today with the same approach as before. She showed so much patience and courage. Her newfound bravery really touched me. Today, I served her brown rice with chicken. Some of the other kittens were around as well, so I divided the food between the floor and the bench to give her a fair chance to eat undisturbed. She even stayed around afterward, curling up for a nap on the bench beside me while I worked on my laptop. She felt safe with me now, which was a beautiful moment.

Throughout the day, I kept sending her warm, protective, encouraging energy. This connection feels similar to what I once shared with my twin flame—though now, my feelings for him are receding, making room for this little cat in my heart. Maybe this kitten was sent to me to help me let go of him. It’s as though the way I surrendered in my attempts to feed her mirrors the feeling I need to cultivate with my twin flame.

With the kitten, I felt a genuine shift when I released the need to control the outcome; I allowed things to unfold naturally. Yet, with my twin, I still feel a small, stubborn expectation, as if I’m waiting for him to return with his truth. That’s the piece I need to let go of—the desire for his return. Writing this all down has made things click: perhaps I am helping the kitten, and she’s helping me in return, teaching me to release and trust.

On the third day of our connection, the ginger kitten showed even more confidence and came closer to me. Now, she makes her way to the kitchen and waits patiently, either looking at me or sitting under the table until I place some food down. She’s eating alongside the other kittens and has even figured out how to hold her own, using her paw to keep the others from snatching her food. It’s heartwarming to see her more playful, too! She’s started some play-fighting with the other kittens, and though she occasionally takes a big swipe from a stronger one, I tell her, "You have to learn to protect yourself!" and look her straight in the eye.

It feels like her physical strength was the missing piece, and now that she’s stronger, she’s finding her voice—literally! I heard her meow for the first time. She’s speaking up and making herself known. Such a wonderful transformation; she’s becoming bolder each day!

She is now snoring next to me on the bench while I am writing these lines. However, I don't want to spoil her too much and I don't let her come too close either, as I am only staying on the farm temporarily and I don't want her to get use to me. I continue helping her to become stronger until I am here, and train her to eat with the other kittens, which could help her to learn to protect her share of the food and would help the other cats to accept her as part of the gang. She will probably grow a bit bigger in the next 2 weeks, and I will get to witness if she learns to fit in or not. Sadly, she still doesn't eat with the other cats when my host gives them food—she comes to my kitchen instead. But I don't want to establish this habit. She has to learn to be brave and push her way toward the main food bowl where the other cats are fed. So I may not give her food every day and see what happens.

Unfortunately her eye problem is back. Sometimes she can open her eye fully, and sometimes she can't. Tonight I can see her eye a bit red, after she has eaten goat cheese. I wish I had apple cider vinegar! I've just found this helpful article:

"Some of these products can help treat mild cat eye infections in case of conjunctivitis and secondary bacterial infections of cat eyes. There have been reports of owners healing their cats from eye problems upon rubbing one teaspoon of apple cider vinegar on their neck." Source: https://bestpethomeremedies.com/cat-conjunctivitis/

I will continue doing 5D healing on her and if I see a permanent result in her healing until I am here, I will let you know.

Thank you for reading!

Until next time have a nice day everyone! ♡