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In my early 20s, I went on a life-changing journey with psychedelic mushrooms. During the peak of my trip, I was lying in front of a fireplace and looked down at the blanket covering me. There, I saw a pattern of cat faces with halos above their heads. I remember telling my friend beside me that cats are angels and protectors for humans. It’s something I haven’t forgotten even almost 20 years later. Meow.

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My mother called me pussycat as a little girl, and I have been reclaiming that nickname this past week! A bad day for the ego is a great day for the soul.. in my experience, women seem to understand this better than men

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Love this. I'll need to dedicate a section of my film 'The Resurrection of the Witch' to cats ;-)

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I read this is bed with my cat laying on top of me- purring through the canyon of my chest and kneading my neck, her claws just barely peircing the skin there. What a brilliant metaphor- what a brilliant peice of writing.

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So appreciate your feline fidelity

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Yes, purring, alluring, nocturnal animals like the Enchantress archetype. Best not get caught by her though as she’s a hunter. I had a dream I was a lioness, the predator, the rising fierce feminine.

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