TheBanyanTree: Tales of a Woodcat - Cush (2)

[Roger Pye]

Back at the zoo Diana asked me if I would have a look at Cush, the Snow Leopard in her charge, 
  the following day . . . . .

It was raining when I arrived, had in fact been raining all night. For me this was significant 
- it was the first rain I had seen for several months, the heaviest for at least two years! 
Canberra is 500 metres ASL and west of the Great Dividing Range which runs down the eastern 
coast of Australia from north of Brisbane in Queensland to just north of Melbourne, Victoria, a 
distance of about 2,500 kms.

The rain put paid to any thoughts I might have had of continuing to search for Larry but both 
my fellow healer and I felt there wasn't much point. The Snow Leopard was another story however 
. . .

Oblivious to the rain, Cush lay curled in upon himself in a corner of his enclosure so tightly 
he seemed to be trying to make himself disappear. I squatted on the outside of the steel mesh 
fence, 'brought in' some healing energy to offset the weather for both of us and for Diana who 
was standing a little way behind me, got my crystal pendulum out of my shoulderbag and spun it 
steadily as close as I could get it to Cush. First I took a reading of his subtle energy - not 
good - then of his physical 'building blocks' - minerals, vitamins, trace elements; not good 
either. Animals have auras and chakras just as we do, as do all living organisms, so next I 
'looked' at his aura, found its major layers deficient and replaced them; next found his major 
chakras, minor chakras and body polarities were badly out of balance so I did some corrective 
work on them all. At this point he uncurled himself, stretched out and turned his head to stare 
directly into my eyes. Had he been human I would have said he was about to burst into tears, a 
reaction that many energy recipients have when they receive their first treatment, one that 
eases emotional tension and pressure.

I was about half-way finished. Standing up I surveyed Cush's enclosure with an L-rod. It was 
quite big, rather resembling the back garden of a house - fairly large lawn, concrete paths and 
solidly constructed sleeping quarters at the rear. The energy of the area was quite good except 
for one thing - everywhere that the Snow Leopard would choose to go was heavy with the scent 
and the energy-imprint of his mate. The scent would fade in time but the imprint would not. 
There was only one thing I thought I could do about that, and I wasn't sure it would be 
allowed. Still and all, I had to try.

"Great Spirit, could the spirit of Cush's mate be permitted to return to comfort him and stay 
with him until it is time for him to pass over?"

I waited a moment then turned and walked over to Diana who was a pace or two to one side of 
where the female Snow Leopard had been buried. The keeper was crying, tears coursing down both 
cheeks as she said "I felt the energy in the enclosure lift!! She's come back, she's here 
already, isn't she?"

"Yes, she's here already!"

I went back to Cush. He was on his feet facing the middle of the enclosure, tail moving slowly 
from side to side, as if seeing something we could not. As, of course, he was.  Once more his 
head came around and he looked me in the eyes then with something resembling a sigh he moved to 
one side slightly as though making room for someone else, lay down and rested his head on his paws.

That was when I cried.

I went back to see him in the afternoon before going home. He had moved from the spot he had 
occupied alone, rain or shine, for all those days. Now he was lying stretched out and 
comfortable under cover at the rear of his enclosure. He was asleep when I first saw him. 
Perhaps I moved or made a noise but I think not. Whatever, he awoke and raised his head and 
again we communicated.

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