"To love for the sake of being loved is human, to love for the sake of loving is Angelic" Alphonse De Lamartine

There are some who are just angelic in their being.  I can almost see the scaring where the wings were, the indentations on the shoulder blades give it away.  The sensitive ones ...  the empathic ones ... The time has finally arrived for the greatest stage play of all time.  In my being I have felt this.  In my very DNA the memories remember we have to do this.

This is me after I had been separated from my parents for a number of months and this is me on my fathers lap.  I look like I know I should be there and I look like I know he is my father.  I look like I am so excited about the life ahead of me.  Little did I have to be excited about.  I have some very very vivid memories of when I was still a baby.  Most other people I have spoken with about these past recalls  have no recollection of such things.  For a long time I wondered if my memories were a fanciful recollections of dreams.  I checked with various people over the years and I am happy to say the memory recall was spot on!  They were most certainly my memories that I was still carrying around. 

I have a myriad of things that I remember very clearly and one in particular.  It was the flying that occurred.  I was even told not to talk like this or about this or I would be flogged if I kept it up.  I insisted on telling  Edith.   I remember standing there in the kitchen with the sunshine pouring in the window as I told her.  The air was crisp and clean and I remember the fear I felt when she showed me the strap and said if I kept talking I would get the father of a hiding and to stop talking like an imbecile.   I was perhaps four or five years old.
I was so hurt by Edith's lack of interest because I didn't think it was stupid.  After all its not like everyone was talking about flying at the smoko tables.  I knew I was feeling something pretty special and very strange.  It felt so awesome when it was happening.  I knew I could fly anywhere.  I was a good girl though and I only flew around the inside of the house.  All I had to do was to push off and I could just fly.  I had this happen repeatedly and when that final threat came I never flew again.  Is this what they mean when they talk about Astral Traveling I thought when I read of similar experiences later in my adult life.  While reading these accounts the memories came flooding back in again.  I felt light again.

As a tiny girl before starting school in Stanthorpe, I had a black cat I named Rhastus.   He was a special boy cat who was my protector.  He came from a very very old aunty at The Summit,  Emma Shatte.  This cat protected me from the floggings and would come as soon as he heard me wail and wind himself in and out of my legs while Edith was trying to flog me. 

This cat was trying to save me.  They got rid of him and took him out to the bush and dumped him.  I was traumatized so badly from this I cried at night for this cat for years.  I could not sleep knowing this cat was out there in the bush alone and looking for me.  It was absolutely terrible to look back on and to even think about as the same waves of sadness are still so close to the surface as I still say to this day that Sooty is Rhastus come home finally.   What if I am correct.  Then both Rhastus and Sooty know I love them totally.

Image by Wedding Photographer - Mary-Ellen Peters (baby) William Henry Peters ( in wheelchair)  Rita's Wedding.