I hear words from the animals. I hear words from worms, from stomachs, from intestinal bacteria, from fruit, from meat. I can hear the words from space too. I first became aware of that around 2015. But I couldn't believe in it (turn it into value).
I had a Persian cat named Elf. When the Elf died I asked Elf a question. “Planter burial, after a few years, what flower do you want to be?” Elf in the photo said “hibiscus” to me.
Two years later I went to buy hibiscus. I realized I forgot to ask the elf about the color. And I chose it by the shape of the branches. After purchase I found a tag with the name of the hibiscus variety CHERIE.
I used to blog under the nickname Cherry. I changed my name to Sherry, and to me Sherry seemed to be my real name. When I saw the name of the hibiscus variety, I was happy to meet Elf. Since then, it has become natural for me.
The defining moment when I lived the guidance, the world of reincarnation and awe. Bingo, an American shorthair cat that my boyfriend, who was born on December 12, bought for me when I was twenty, died on December 12, 2004. On December 12, 2006, a kitten American Shorthair, on the verge of starvation, mewled at my front door.
Bingo was a female but the new American Shorthair was a male. They made me believe in reincarnation and gave me the love of the universe.