Pirate Francy
When Francy almost needed emergency surgery at the age of 18 I decided to have an animal communication session with/about her. I called someone because I couldn’t talk about her being sick. Everything that happened to Francy I was a ball of hysterical crying. (I let go of a few pet sitters due to that response from Francy).
I couldn’t function that way when she was sick and dying. I love death, I love the process of it but for some reason none of that applied to Francy and was just shocking to me. The feelings I had were so disproportional to what was actually happening. I’ve lost so many animals but just the concept of losing Francy; I told a friend “I would trade them all for her.” what is that? Again, It seemed a little disproportionate. And not very kind to my other animals but they all knew, they understood.
During the session I said one of the things I know is that some of this has got to be from a past life with her. The animal communicator read some other things but then she said, “let’s look at a past life.”
And here is where it all begins; she said it seems that you guys might have been pirates. I said yeah, we were pirates, there is no question about that, we were pirates.
She said “Francy was the ship cat, and the ship was yours, so she was yours. You were both male. She was a big orange boy cat in that lifetime. You had same communication; it was very much intuitive.”
Francy was always my intuition. if I got a hit of don’t do something that’s Francy saying yeah, don’t do that, give it another thought. As pirates, we had the same thing.
The animal communicator continued “She would give information like ‘this is how you attack this ship; this is how you approach these people’. there was a lot of strategy that was going on with that cat and with the pirate and that cat.”
“the other part is that you’re a pirate and you’re out on the ocean; there isn’t a whole lot to do. So, there was a lot of down time. At some point there was an accident, and that big orange cat lost his leg. And so, being a pirate sailing the open ocean, full of free time, you fashioned a leg for the cat.”
“it’s not just as if you fashioned a leg, you wanted to, you had to make a working leg. You created all these prototypes. All of these different mechanisms, to figure out how to make it so it would seem to the cat he didn’t lose a leg. Fashioning it so he could still jump, he could still rat, he could still do his job. there was a lot of bonding in that. A lot of touching and figuring out how every muscle worked and moved, learning his full anatomy. Through all of that study there was tremendous bonding. But after a time, the cat died.”
“You know that’s what happens, that is the order of things. But since you’re a pirate grief is not something high on your list of abilities. the other part is at the time the relationship is between a person and an animal was very different. We have a reverence now for our animals, it just wasn’t there in that time. That cat was a domesticated beast with a job, not a companion.”
“there was just such tremendous grief and I think quite a bit of drinking as well. that is one of the ways a pirate handles his grief. Without ever admitting it, that was the demise of that pirate. He lost his best friend and confidant. He lost his chief strategist”
So fast forward 500 years or so, and I am at an adoption event in downtown Chicago meeting Francy and her bonded pair friend Ralfie. Now Ralfie had one eye, and everyone called her a pirate forever. Someone gave me an eye patch for her, you know because she was the pirate. Her chiropractor always said “argggh, Ralfie says arrgh.” It was hilarious. So that would make sense but that was not Francy. No one called Francy a pirate.
On that day I had set out on a journey to find a specific cat. I couldn’t decide if these two were the ones, so I went to urban outfitters to find a magic 8 ball, because obvi that’s the only place you get a true answer.
(this was before I did any energy work, ever.)
I asked the magic 8 ball am I ever going to that specific cat I was looking for, and it said “Definity Yes”. at the moment I saw “Definity Yes” I knew that that had everything to do with those two cats. I resigned myself to not finding the specific cat I was looking for.
I told the animal communicator, when she finished the reading, “I just want you to know, that was what I was looking for that day, the day that I met Francy; I was looking for a big three-legged orange boy cat.
It took eighteen years to learn that it was true. It was true that I had found my three-legged orange boy. It was Francy coming back in a whole new way; a way that we could cherish and relish each other.
I tell this story now and it doesn’t choke me up, instead it gives me goosebumps. Before I would never have been able to get that story out without being on the floor crying. 95% of the grief that I had for her was from this unresolved past life. The rest is mine in present time and it makes sense and feels proportional and manageable.
I wasn’t to share this as a great example of “you’re never making it up”. You may not know why you’ve seen it that way or why it doesn’t make any sense, that is totally cool. Why the hell would that have made any sense? And again, I hadn’t done any energy work I didn’t know anything about working energy. I did know that a magic 8 ball was where you find your answers, I don’t know how I knew that, but I did and as crazy as it was it got me to my answer. Following my intuition brought me to my greatest love; Francy.
