Tiger and Me

Late fall of last year I was pacing around my house. This is a common activity for me when I am energetically shifting or out of balance, or just addressing an inward issue. I was trying to heal wounds in my energy body that were allowing small negative entities to bother me. After working through several different approaches without success, I was very much feeling like I needed help. This is also common. What isn’t common is that I realized an unusual being was observing me. It was unusual in that it wasn’t trying to hide its presence and it was an actual being with consciousness and a high level of complexity. It had an orange, third chakra energy and the body form that it retained from whatever incarnate existence it knew was quadrupedal and about one third my size. This being conveyed to me that it wanted to access my energy systems. I’m very careful about who I allow into my being. I examined its energy and intentions and asked by guides at the time if I should allow it into my being. Everything came back positive and I had a good feeling toward this being. A little tentatively I spoke and gave it access to my energy systems. I saw and felt it enter through my fourth chakra and begin to move around inside my bodies. I had the impression that it was chasing down small dark entities and chewing them up. Its presence also felt good, like it was supporting and protecting my wounds as they healed. As it worked I talked to this being and asked it questions. I asked if it, actually he, had a name. I think because of his orange energy the word tiger came into my mind and he liked it and said I should use that.

Tiger stayed with me for about a day. If I recall correctly I went to sleep with him there and when I woke up he was gone. After that he would show up every couple of days or I would call for help and he’d come, which ever came first. After about a week it came up with my mother that I was being visited. It was only then that it came out. I asked “Is Tiger actually Radar?” Her reaction was a yes. Radar was my dog who had died a month before this began. My mother and I were both in a very odd state after that, or at least I was. We had worked with excarnate souls and those who had just died, but we’d never had an experience where the soul actively interacted with incarnate beings over a prolonged period. More than that, I was just emotionally absorbing the experience of having an on going relationship with the spirit of my dog, one that I hadn’t known about till that moment. It was such a combination of joy and sadness. Every experience I’d had with Tiger took on new meaning and I felt myself shift at an emotional level. I had experienced that there was no real death, or end to the being by this point, but never so emotionally. I could feel my fear lifting away in a strange, even more terrifying way. I ask you if you would release your fear of loosing your loved ones for the knowledge that not even death will separate you. The fear makes you feel closer and safer when you have. If you let it go you have no idea what might happen.

My relationship with Tiger continued in a similar way for several months after this. We moved past just working and protecting me. Around this time I was called several times by my guides to journey for a specific purposes and Tiger became a part of this. Being called to journey for a purpose outside myself isn’t unusual, but the clarity of the requests and guided nature of the “missions” in this period was very unusual. The most memorable of these events began on an afternoon just after I woke up from a nap. I was strangely well rested and felt amazingly clear. I became aware that Tiger was entering my space and wanted my attention. I focused on him and he conveyed that we were going to be doing something together. Through the infinite openness of higher dimensional space he lead me to a lighted pillar with a doorway into its centre. We were going to be traveling a very long way in physical terms and this energy system appearing as pillar of light would allow us to do this safely. I balked at the idea of physical distance being dangerous or an impediment, but he made it clear that it was a necessary part of the journey. We entered the pillar of light and felt it flooding with energy. We stretched out across what felt like a tremendous distance, leaving any perception of the pillar behind. It was replaced by stars and deep space. In the middle of our perception was a rocky asteroid. Over its surface, and through its interior, I could see veins, like fungal hyphae. Size was impossible to judge and from experience I know that my sensory experience was a representation that allowed me to complete my task, not a physical reality. Along with these sensations I could feel Tiger’s presence. We were perfectly aware of each other, but I couldn’t see him. I became aware that I was being asked by an outside force to do something in relation the fugal forms living on this asteroid. I was going to carry a message and an energy that was very needed. The sense of ancient presence and compassion from the force that was telling me this was palpable. It was intimately familiar with the burdens that it was now asking others to take on. I moved in closer to the asteroid, to find the one I was there to guide. Being in a higher dimension, I could see completely through the asteroid and the fungal mass. I could see that on a cellular level there were individuals completely enmeshed together, yet they were mentally and genetically distinct. I was drawn to the one I was here for. He was an inventor, if that term can be applied to a being so different. I could feel the energy of the ancient force washing through me and I reached out to this fungal being. The light connected to him and I could see it pouring in. It was the old vision, love is the highest and there is no death. “We love you very much, and we’re sorry that we have to ask you to do something so hard.” I was given an information packet for him, a rote of how to change the way their society functions at a biochemical level. The change would open their society, allow them to experience other worlds. I knew that he would probably be killed for this, for all the usual reasons. I transmitted the information to him and guided his energies in understanding it. I’m still sorry I had to ask him to do something so hard, though I know why it happens this way. Tiger and I pulled back from the asteroid. Space jumps backward, there’s a flash and Tiger and I are walking out of the pillar of light. I can still see stars through the far side.

Tiger is Radar’s energy body. After death, the energy body either begins the process of reincarnation or to reintegrate with the soul. Tiger did the later. Over the months I saw him merge with his soul. As this happened our relationship changed. I had changed so much from knowing him in this way. I wasn’t afraid of loosing him anymore and he had done what he could for me. He began to move on to soul based experiences outside physical reality. This is where he still is, exploring and creating in higher dimensions. I still feel him, and see him occasionally, but he’s in his own realm of experience now. Until we meet again for the first time.

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2 Responses to “Tiger and Me”

  1. Quanta Says:

    First, high praise for the author:

    When I come to your place here, and read your posts, I’m always moved by the strength of your writing. Over the past year or so that we’ve been acquainted (well, so far as we know) I’ve seen your work move from clear, anecdotal stories that allowed me to get to know you on a relatively imaginary level, the wavelike knowledge of which proved to be fairly accurate once I got to know you a bit more realistically. Though still, I must say that on a virtual level, the way that we know one another is almost like a string being pulled taut from two points over some vast area of space and time.

    Now, to the comment on this piece in particular:

    Your descriptions of reality resonate like all the G strings inside a piano when one is played. This informs me not only that your words are conveyors of reality, but that the reality itself exists separate from your writing. The curious overlay and separateness of these two insights is, well – I find this absolutely astounding. I’m wide-eyed.

    In your few long, enchanting paragraphs here, your present awareness and memory of the shamanic missions you took with Tiger/Radar flow like starlight swimming straight to our planet through the deep and fluid folds of outer space. I’m sorry if that seems over the top; it’s not. I can’t use less effluent language to describe such an accessible, rubenesque portrayal of such personal individual experience.

    A bit more:

    The syntax of your remembrance and sharing of this event (or series of events) elicits resonance in me. As you spoke of Tiger, and of the pillar of light, and a difficult mission a shaman initiate faces, I was taken back to the crystalline structures I inhabited as a child during one of my first vaguely-remembered lessons. Your presence on the fungal asteroid took me back to a shore of detritus I had to overcome as a young initiate, led by a white-bearded man. (For the record, I didn’t consider this man to be “God,” or really anyone in particular for that matter. He was rather sagely, and he stood behind me in the boat crossing choppy water, smiling as he watched me lead myself to a new challenge that he, in fact, was spearheading….)

    With your retelling of this truly power-full story I have been “beamed up” into a shared vibration; I feel resonant activations with you and others; I dance to the shared chord of understanding, of transformation, of cosmic place.

    In gratitude, as always.

    Stace

  2. wildrote Says:

    Thank you, Stace.

    “In your few long, enchanting paragraphs here, your present awareness and memory of the shamanic missions you took with Tiger/Radar flow like starlight swimming straight to our planet through the deep and fluid folds of outer space.”

    That’s exactly what I hoped I could do. Seeing someone else write that is gratifying beyond words.

    I hope you’ll write more about your own shamanic experiences. The tidbits you throw out always interest.

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