 I have just returned from a wonderful holiday in Thailand where I had an amazing experience with tigers – and I can’t wait to share it!
Guardians of the planet
All cats, including tigers and lions, originate from Orion, the planet of wisdom. They carry qualities of enlightenment and are very psychic, watching what is happening on many levels. Domestic pets look after their families, protecting them from unwanted spirits and entities. Have you seen a cat staring intently at something invisible to you? And have you felt a shiver run up your spine as the animal’s fur stands on end and it hisses at an unseen threat?
The family pet is also trying to hold steady the frequency of the household and is even giving healing to its loved ones.
In Golden Atlantis cats were highly revered. Every home and temple had at least one and temple cats were always present at healing ceremonies. When Atlantis started to devolve, the Magi sent to Orion for more cats in the vain hope of halting the decline.
The big cats were not part of the Atlantis experiment. Because the frequency of the people in the Golden Time was so high, the immense power of tigers and lions was not needed. Subsequently potentates who had lower vibrations needed the energy of the big cats to help them.
While household felines guard the home, big ones watch over and protect the planet. They also help to maintain the frequency of the world by holding a high degree of enlightenment. Of course, they are here for an earth experience, so they have animal instincts and are wild creatures. However, they are not here to learn as most of us are but are teaching qualities of dignity, courage, female power, independence and enlightenment. We humans have decimated the big cat population without compassion or understanding of the true consequences for the planet.
Tiger sanctuary
In Thailand, land of smiles and orange robed Buddhist monks, where peace and harmony abide, something amazing is happening. Near the Western Forest Complex lies the Wat Pa Luangata Bua monastery where the monks practise deep meditation. They have also created a wildlife sanctuary, where injured animals brought to them are lovingly treated and allowed to roam freely in the grounds, then are returned to the wilds when they are ready.
In 1999 an injured tiger cub was brought to the monastery. Despite the loving care of the monks he died. A few weeks later, two tiny male cubs were snatched from poachers who had killed their mother. They were brought to the monks, soon followed by two more male cubs, then four female ones. The Abbot welcomed them all and tended them with devotion. They all survived, flourished and grew. The monks set to work to build them as natural a home as possible, where they could not eat the other inhabitants of the sanctuary! Constant tender loving care meant that the big cats learnt to trust humans. They began to reproduce. Indeed when we visited the monastery there were tigers of all sizes and we were greeted by three fluffy four week old cubs, like large kittens, tottering about and playing with their handlers.
Inevitably, the Temple needed money to house and feed the growing tiger family. At the same time the Abbot felt that people needed to meet the great creatures for themselves and learn what love can do. After meditation he bravely decided to open the sanctuary to visitors. With some trepidation and much excitement we travelled to see it. Although the tigers had been regularly handled from infancy and so were desensitized to being touched by humans, they are wild animals. We were carefully and repeatedly warned about those things that could single us out as prey rather than part of a herd of humans – wear dull colours, no red or pink. Do not squeal or talk loudly. Definitely do not move fast or detach from the group. No dark glasses in case a tiger sees its reflection and attacks its rival. Do not walk in front of a tiger.
The helpers sprayed the tigers with water to cool them down. Then we walked down to the arid, baking hot canyon. I strode along beside the biggest, oldest tiger, a huge, handsome male, my hand firmly on his back, feeling the powerful, silky movement of his muscles. My nostrils were filled with the odour of dry dust and wet animal fur.
Seven tigers came with us into the canyon where they slumped onto the hot ground and were soon fast asleep.
I was led to the big tiger and sat on the ground beside him. He laid his great head on my lap and, as I cradled him I telepathically thanked him and all tigers everywhere for their service in looking after our planet. He clearly received the message for suddenly he raised his head and looked round, as if seeking the source of the communication. The Abbot was by me in a flash, pulling him off me and settling him down again! Some secret part of me hopes the tiger was heartened by the message. I hope enough people send them love, peace and gratitude, so that when they return to the wild, they can pass this on to tigers everywhere.
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