by Harold Klemp
Up ahead he [the writer] noticed a grubby-looking little art store, the kind of place he normally wouldn’t bother to patronize. An empty parking space was right in front, and suddenly he got the feeling that the ECK was steering him to it. He quickly pulled over to the curb, parked his car, and went inside…
by Harold Klemp
Here’s another cat story. “Holly” is a care manager in a facility in the United Kingdom. About a year ago, a very astonishing thing happened. Holly said that one of the residents has a cat, and this cat took a liking to her.
By Harold Klemp
As Debbie’s cat lay dying, she whispered to her, “It’s OK to let go. When you do, you’ll feel like a kitten again.” From her tiny cat body sprang a four-hundred pound tiger who jumped clean over Debbie’s head and landed on the other side.
By Harold Klemp
An ECKist [member of Eckankar] has a cat named Humphrey. One evening the woman was lying on her bed reading Child in the Wilderness, a book I wrote about my experiences with the Light and Sound of God.
By Linda Anderson
Life is full. I sometimes wonder how I will do all that needs to be done. While in a spurt of feeling overwhelmed, it usually becomes clear that it’s not possible for one person to take care of everything.
by Harold Klemp
My sister wrote that two feral cats had come to their home. They had been just the neighborhood cats for a while, but my sister kept putting out food, and pretty soon the cats decided this was home for them too. Panther is the black one. He’s top cat. And Growler is orange and white.