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Hey there, this is Greta ! We girls plan on posting a LOT more newsletters and blog posts, of course they won’t be as “high level” as the things Stephane is writing (plus I’m Polish and my English still needs work). So Steph will be helping me out with mucho editing 
I thought I would begin my posting something that might feel more like a “diary entry”…
After lunch one day we decided to do some shopping at Plaza Del Sol, in Costa Rica.
On this particular day it was only Steph and I hanging out together. Ghita was at home sound asleep. Before I left, I wanted to wake her but she looked so content and innocent that I just couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.
During our shopping we thought about needing another litter box scooper for our cat, Libra. It just so happens Plaza Del Sol has Super Pet store. (All the stores out here in Central America seem to LOVE using the word “SUPER”. So everything is “super” this and “super” that, it’s pretty funny.)We went inside with the intention of grabbing the scooper, but instead, my attention was drawn to two little balls of white fluff rolling around in a cage.
I called Steph to have a look at these sweet and heart-warming kitten snowflakes and he was like “Do you want it? Just get it” I didn’t take his offer seriously at first, but his look told me he wasn’t playing around. So, of course I exclaimed “YES!!!” and he told the store manager, “Por Favor, kitten for mujeres!” (Mujeres means “woman” in Spanish).
Two minutes later one of the kittens was in my arms! He wasn’t scared, and as soon as I cuddled him to my chest he started purring. I could tell he was feeling happy and safe. Stephane joked that he too feels very safe when he cuddles my chest
It wasn’t until we were in the car on the way home that I started crying tears of joy. You see, I have never had a pet!! …and a cat was always the biggest of my pet dreams. A few minutes later while the tears were still drying Steph turned to me with the perfect name for this 6 weeks old white fluff.
In honor of everyone’s favorite open-hearted, wise white dragon, we decided to call him Falcor. (Remember the kids movie, “The Neverending Story”? I still love that movie.)
Here he is, Falcor… the warrior kitten:
Can you see the Falcor AND Yoda in him?
When (our other cat, Tonkinese) Libra first saw Falcor, he was far from being content about his new friend. There was a possibility of Falcor being a thief of our attention to him. Boy, was he hissing!
Fortunately, the little guy didn’t make much of it and kept playing by himself. After serious Buddha-level aloofness presented by Falcor, Libra’s jealousy begun to subside. To aide in his acceptance of Falcor, Steph decided to allow Libra to have complete freedom in the backyard (he was an indoor cat). This gave Libra a great distraction in exploring a new territory (instead of being eaten up by the jealousy).
In not even a week they became best buddies, grooming each other, licking each other, and playing cheerfully. Libra has grown up so much since the arrival of Falcor. He is now a big daddy, always at hand, and teaching him new tricks.
So, this morning they were exploring the balcony area for the first time together. Ghita and I were sitting at the table inside cheering them on, especially during the moments when Libra was playing the big daddy role. We felt safe about them being outside so we didn’t feel the need to watch them like a hawk.
Suddenly, I heard a desperate miaaaow. I looked out and Falcor was not on the balcony. I ran out to investigate and found him lying on the concrete 12 feet below. He had fallen off! 
I ran down to pick him up. Libra was already there giving out hopeless meows and nervously walking around the wounded body of his little warrior brother. Falcor wasn’t moving.
I felt really guilty. I felt like I had not protected him enough. The only thing I wanted at that moment was for him to live. I brought him upstairs and silently showed him to Steph and Ghita.
Steph looked at me and said, ”It’s not your fault. I blame Kitten Karma.” As soon as I heard this I burst into tears and couldn’t stop crying. When I calmed down a little, I told Steph and Ghita a story from 15 years ago that resembled this traumatic event:
My sister Justyna got her first hamster on her 8th birthday. I was 12 at the time. As soon as spring showed up, I decided to take him on his first walk in the grass.
He was walking in front of me. I followed him, watching my steps closely…but not closely enough. I failed to notice him turn around and walk straight under my pointy black pumps. I heard an audible crunching sound. I picked him up to find his skull cracked and his eye popping out. I could not believe what was happening.
I ran back into the house and grabbed my mom to help me put him back together. There was nothing we could do. It was official: I was a hamster killer!
I had been crying from the moment I realized what happened but as soon as my sister came home and found out what happened it just got worse. She vowed to me she would never forgive me. So, now I had double guilt hanging above my head: I killed a pet that wasn’t even mine!
I cried straight through the next five hours. I cried so much that I got black bags under my eyes and ended up passing out from exhaustion.
(Justyna, have you forgiven me yet?)
After hearing my story, Stephane told me to draw a picture of that dead hamster with all the details. This is one way of healing the past. Apparently this kind of therapy helps rape victims to recover and forgive the rapist.
In preparation for my drawing I walked over to our stack of paper and randomly grabbed a sheet that just so happened to be black. As I was drawing the hamster all I could remember was his eye. In my mind it seemed protruding, huge, glazy, and bleeding. His dead cold body that we buried on that unlucky Sunday seemed heavy… almost artificial.
Twenty minutes later I had finished my drawing and I showed it to Steph.
He explained to me that negative memories are stored in our memory in black. He went further by saying it takes an incredible amount of energy to keep them that way, so by drawing a picture of the negative experience we lighten it up and help dissolve the trauma.
Here is the picture I drew:
After I finished discussing my drawing with Steph I felt a pleasant relief as if the hamster didn’t have anything to do with me anymore. We both went our separate ways. The image of his dead bleeding body had stopped being dormant and was now free.
In the meantime of all this, Ghita and Steph were taking care of Falcor, who fell off the porch earlier. At first we thought it was really serious because he wasn’t moving very much. We were ready to jump in a taxi and find Emergency Vet but he soon fell asleep. We decided to let him recover in his dreams. After he woke up he seemed just fine. He was walking, purrrring, running around, and picking little playfights with Libra. He will still be going to the vet but it doesn’t seem like an emergency anymore.
It might seem strange to think this way but it feels like this all happened for me to release the buried hamster trauma.
Love to all the pet-lovers,
Greta
^^ Falcor (left) being “man-handled” my Libra (right)
Falcor is so cute!! I love cats, my family and I are cat lovers.
It was a great idea to make a drawing of the incident with the cat. I work with people who suffered psychological trauma and that techinique is very useful with children. When I work that way I ask them to divide the sheet of paper into four simmetrical spaces. Then I ask them to draw what happened like a sequence of events. Afterwards, I ask them to select the one they have more problem dealing with or causes more anxiety. When they already selected one I work with EMDR, which basically consits on stimulating both hemispheres and integrating the traumatic memory into the long term memory so it can stored as a memory that doesn’t hurt anymore. The most important of this is to do it in a loving and safe environment. I guess this is why it worked so well with you, because you were in a safe, understanding and loving environment where you could feel everything was ok and finally letting the traumatic experience go. As you said it is not part of your life anymore. People who experienced a trauma and re-experience it when something triggers it can’t understand that the trauma is not their life.
Thanks for sharing this with us. It was a very nice post.
Love,
Karla
Great post. It takes a sensitive, loving person to actually grasp the message coming from the universe; sometimes it’s hidden, delicate, not so clear, sometimes spread in time. But a person willing to let it all go and make a progress is always ready to accept the lesson coming from all situations.
greetings to all of you.
i found that to be an absolutely beautiful story and post. thank you, much love
I’m all for the women posting.
Something I’ve learned in my spiritual journey to understand women, is that I picked up an appreciation for the beauty of women expressing themselves. I used to hate it when they wouldn’t get to the point, but now, I love it.
Also, KITTENS!
Cool post. It is interesting how things that seem insignificant to other people can have a deep impact on ourselves.
I was not aware that there was Hamster Karma. Should I check myself to see if it is balanced?
I had an interesting thought.
One of the things that I have to work on is my irrational anger towards women. I find it hard to let go of past infidelities and betrayals (even though I consciously know that “betrayals” are really my karma, choice responsibility )
I wonder if a similair kind of “art therapy” could help guys like me to forgive women and thus become more accepting and loving of them?
Just an idea.
Your cat looks a little young, is he really six weeks? Anyway, It’s good that the two cats are socializing. My two cats are sisters and they’re not sure they really like each other.
It’s a really good drawing by the way. Not accurate, but very “speaking”, and that without an example at hand, just from your mind! Did you have an education in this area?
why in the world would you call this a “silly” post, and apologize for it?? “hamster karma” might sound like a silly phrase, but only until the reader discovers that it refers to the lingering trauma of a little girl blaming herself for the violent death of an innocent pet. I wouldn’t know, maybe in Polish “silly” is a synonym for “deeply personal, courageous and moving,” but it isn’t in English.
this kind of subject matter is exactly what makes IG so unique, and exactly why i give it my attention and business.
thanks for sharing something so heartfelt and instructive. no thanks for tagging on self-denigrating disclaimers like “hope you don’t mind!” bah! don’t apologize for writing something wonderful! apologize for bad puns or horrible offensive jokes, like for example: “twelve-year-old polish girls in pointy black pumps stomping small mammals to death sounds like the ultimate creepy internet sex fetish.”
What a touching story! I’m glad Falcor is alright again !
dawn, stephan is a lucky guy, having your girls company the whole time is insane….you guys are so hot…
Cute ^^. the little furrball will be okey trust me.
I enjoyed reading the article! Taught me quite alot (:
hahahaha… it probably jumped… my cat once jumped like 12 feet from my balcony but since it was grown it landed with no scars…someone from our building found him…cats are crazy
Greta,
When you and Ghita came to denton and hung out with Eric and I I knew you had a great personality and connectivity with the worl around you. Reading this at first I was upset at frist thinking your cat died! Why did you do that!?!?!
Well, Im glad the cat is ok, thats great. Besides love for one another there is nothing more endearing than the relationship between a pet and its owner. We just got our cat declawed before my move to New york and it has been miserable for weeks! After doing some research online I have figured out how painful it is for the cat. It sucks. Our cat Killer will be alright though, she just wont be bringing me anymore presents (dead birds) to the door. I hope all is well for you all in Costa Rica and I hope to hear from you all.
Hit me up on facebook.
cats rock =)
cool article!
beautiful story, I can feel some sexual, radiant energy vibrating thru the story, I also enjoyed the nested loop which makes me wait for the end with anticipation.
well done Greta.
Pomelo
This is a beautiful story, Greta. Congratulations on releasing the buried hamster trauma! Healing can take on some of the most beautiful forms, but it ALWAYS requires the ability to let go. To me the IG Circle represents that more than anything else: the collective ability to LET GO: Let go of social fears, let go of personal fears and traumas, let go of ego borders, and letting go of your heart chakra, allowing it to receive from fully and flow towards the circle around you. These letting-go releases require so much courage, and I praise and congratulate all of your for this.
I read another story very recently which highlighted the powerful connection between pets and their owners. A man had developed cancer in his left shoulder, and the initial prognosis was very bad: he had 6 months, no more. Being a spiritual man, he prayed and meditated daily, and devoted more time to being in nature with his dog Rusty. Then one month after his initial diagnosis, almost over-night Rusty developed a big tumor in exactly the same spot - his right shoulder. The veterinarians were afraid this tumor might metastasize and become fatal, and so the decision had to be made to amputate Rusty’s left forearm.
This was a several day ordeal, and had been very pre-occupying to the man. Finally after Rusty was home and safe, he returned to his own doctor for a regular checkup. The Doctor was amazed: The man’s tumor had decreased in size by over HALF and was rapidly continuing to shrink! A complete “chance” remission!
Of course the doctors would never accept this as an answer, but the man knew full-well that Rusty’s Sacrifice had saved his life.
God - Consciousness - The Universal Force of Love - WHATEVER you want to Name it - pervades throughout all of existence, and I believe that it often brings its healing into the world through the work of animals and pets. So again, congratulations to you all, KEEP GOING!
Respect and Love
Bryan
im glad your kittens alright
Greta,
That was a very entertaining story. You and Ghita may not think that your writings are as high-level as Steph, but on the contrary, so far I have LOVED your first posts. Ghita’s story was hot and interesting, yours was so adorable and intriguing. They really convey the emotion and spiritual atmosphere that that the three of you experience and live. Oddly enough, it seems to be the type of energy that I often experience in my own life and some relationships. It’s most indescribable; but calmness, peacefulness, aliveness, and a love/wisdom that you can just feel stretches out eternally in all directions of the Universe - you can just feel it culminate in your body. One little tiny point in space and become conscious of its cosmic splendor.
Falcor looks really adorable and I do see the resemblance in him of Yoda and Falcor. I loved Falcor in The Neverending Story. Don’t care as much for the second one, but I remember seeing the first one in theatres as a teen. I was in love with the Princess after I saw it the first time. LOL I have it on DVD and watch it form time to time. I love that story. That story draws you in. Goonies is another film from back in the day that does that to me to.
Falcor and Libra look like they will make great warrior pals for life. I can see them doing some amazing warrior stunts some day and having Steph bragging about them both. LOL
I want to comment on Ghita’s story soon, but keep the blogs coming, ladies. You rock!
Nice the first one!
Cat-Lovers
T+G
Nice the first one!
Cats-Lovers
G+T
When (our other cat, Tonkinese) Libra first saw Falcor, he was far from being content about his new friend. There was a possibility of Falcor being a thief of our attention to him. Boy, was he hissing!
Same thing happened with the two cats I bought my kids. Actually, there’s a funny story attached to that…
A TALE OF THREE KITTIES
When my youngest daughter was eight, and her elder sister was eleven - a bit like you and Justyna, I guess, G - she desperately wanted a pet, a cat (failing a horse!). I was concerned that one little kitten might get overstressed - loved to death - in a house full of five kids who all loved cats and had never had one before (although they had had a hamster - which after it bit my son’s finger I spent the rest of it’s life cleaning out
and a rabbit). So I decided the sensible thing would be to get two, to share the load.
First I bought a long-haired Black female cat, which we called Phoebe (the goddess of the moon) and she developed an affectionate relationship with me, cos I’d had cats as a child and they are my second fave animal (after women). So sensual.
The same breeder promised us a short-haired grey tom, but when we had it checked by a vet it turned out he was a she. We’d called him Gandalf (the grey) because he had the ‘One Ring’ on his sides in a paler grey, but she then became Gandalf(ina).
Why it’s a tale of THREE kitties is interesting. How karma comes into it I’m not sure. The jury’s still out on karma as a principle for me, cos I’ve tended to notice the opposite happening in my life, for ‘no good deed to go unpunished’ as Rick H observed.
It was because of my having bought those two ‘darned cats’ that my wife ended up taking my kids to another guy, 200 miles away, instead of cooperating with my sensible plan of us renting a second house in the same city and continuing to co-parent equally, as we always had.
Instead of cooperating with saving a second rented house deposit, she hooked up with a guy on a mobile phone message board who offered to look after the cats until she got a house up there and lived conveniently near her mother, who had just been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. These days the housing authorities will accept any cock and bull story - as long as you’re a woman.
This guy looked after our two cats for eight months all told, they pissed on his bed. We were all very grateful to him, me, my kids, the cats, and *especially* my wife, who almost immediately got pregnant by him. So as one of the identical twins I stayed with over New Year amusingly observed, he ended up with three pussies instead of two. I’m cracking up at the absurd humour of it even now.
Looked for nice pic we took when they were kittens but can’t lay my hand on them just now.
I was a bit worried about Phoebe, cos her coat needs a lot of brushing, which I used to do, but I was pleased to hear that my very affectionate and loving youngest daughter is doing that.
So what kind of karma that is I got for being a softie and buying my kids two cats, I don’t know. They’re not talking to me, either.
The kids, I mean, not the cats. They can’t talk. Only purr and miaow. Must admit I kind of miss that tho, too.
I went out with a honey blonde Polish girl, Maryshka, for five years before I met my wife. She was eventually seduced by the guy she worked for as a secretary, who had forty hours a week to work on her. After meeting me with my future wife, four years younger and just as cute, she wanted to come back. They both said they were willing to share me but at the time obviously (1983) I knew nothing about Circle Dynamics, and felt it wouldn’t be fair to my new girl, who was a virgin. So I never saw Maryshka again.. All but one other girl in the Polish Club party I gatecrashed when I met her were dark-haired. I reckon girls like you and her and the platinum blonde that’s just started working in my local sports nutrition shop, who says her whole family are blond, are the result of Viking raids into Poland from the North. That’s why you’re so sexy
x
Hey - I saw there were no comments, so I just wanted to express that I think this was a great blog entry- powerful and engaging. I find your drawing of the hamster,(so cute, yet sad) and the story of his gruesome death and then the transcendence of the emotional aftermath very captivating, intriguing, intense. Oh and the name for the kitty is so great!..Falcor. It’s cool that Stephane resurrected The Neverending Story from way back in that dimension called the 80s..I can see how the kitty’s face inspired that association. That movie had particular “magical” significance for me and my brothers - it resonated with something in us deeply. By the way, I can’t remember how I found out about Stephane, I was probably doing some spiritual searching on the internet and stumbled across a site of his or something..or maybe it was through an email from a friend..anyway I was checking my old email account and then saw some emails from ideagasms…that’s how I came to read your blog. I think Stephane has found some spiritual wisdom - particularly his insights about being in the moment and out of the mind resonate with me, because I’ve been really into Eckhart Tolle. Also, sure Chakra balancing must help. Maybe I will order the chakra DVD at some point. Anyway I wish Stephane et al the best in the spiritual endeavors.
Cheers,
-Colin
Cute little kitty.
Glad your pain over the hamster has been taken care of.
Falcor and Libra look happy together.
ohhh… those pictures of Falcor are so cute!! ^^
So sweet
Hi. I was glad to learn that the hamster survived.
At my place, I would love to have a cat.
In a weekend, I visited my aunt who has a kitten so small that its eyes have not opened yet. My aunt’s daughter asked me if I would like to have the kitten live at my place. But that is not possible.
Once, I asked my landlord if I was allowed to have a cat in my apartment. She said “No you can’t, because we have dogs that are sometimes out on the balcony”. There is a balcony in front of my apartment, and my landlord and I share that balcony. If I have a cat and it runs out on the balcony, the dogs might hurt the cat.
I wanted to make a point: “But if I have a cat, i won’t let it out on the balcony”. But I didn’t say that and just gave up.
Hi Greta,
Thanks for making a blog. It sorta makes you real now.
Have you got any recipes for crushed hamster stew? (joking!)
I’m looking forward to some more interesting posts…
LateR ON!
I had tears in my eyes when I read you blog. I don’t know why. It was horrible and beautiful at the same time. Thank you. (and welcome aboard!)
you guys are great! as this is just what i need to overcome a trauma i have had in the past involving watching a disturbing movie about four years ago. My question is do you have to draw the picture on a black piece of paper and do you have to keep it once you have drawn it or should you burn it, any help would be appreciated.
thanks
ADAM
i’m going to have to try that bad-memory-destroyer technique…i’ve got some work to do!
cute story. i’m glad your cat is ok…if either of my cats were hurt very badly, i’d shit a brick.
-R
Hey Greta, great first post
I’m from Europe too, more precisely from Portugal.
You’re hamster story reminded me of something similar that happened to me when I was 8 years old.
I was in school my with classmates, and we we’re all playing together. Suddenly a group of little birds appwared from nowhere and start running around us. We all felted fascinated about the little birds and we started going after them and playing with them.
In the middle of all the action one of the little birds accidentally went under my foot as I was walking around.
I don’t remember if I killed him or not… I don’t think I did, but my classmates were not happy with me… (ego attack! lol)
I felt sorry for the little bird…
In that same year my grandmother bought me 2 baby ducks. Now that was cool!
The ducks grew up and they followed me around. They behaved almost like dogs, it was very fun. I believe they thought I was their duck mother or something… lol
I really like animals… going to the Zoo and observing the animals in silence is a passion for me. Its really relaxing. I love Nature.
And fortunately I live 5 minutes from the Zoo. Which is great.
I’m sure the hamster has forgiven you, although I believe he thinks you’re a little clumsie
Good post and story. Have fun with Falcor!
Intense story! I’m glad to hear it all turned out.
Very sweet!
Nice blog Greta. Enjoy your 1st pet. My little dog of 16yrs just passed on recently - the passing was a hard event to live through but the joy and love of all those years can’t be taken away - enjoy! x
Nice post Greta. Enjoy your 1st pet. My little dog of 16yrs recently passed on, and although the passing was a hard event to live through, those years of joy and leave can’t be taken away. Enjoy! x
Haha
Hey there Greta,
I want to let you know that I appreciate you revealing that about your past. I remember once when I was a little boy in New Jersey, I lived in a three story house that had a steel fire escape attached to the rear of it. Well, one season, a bird decided to build a nest on the landing of the fire escape that met my window. At first this was simply interesting. That was until, one day I looked out the window to find two tiny ping pong ball colored eggs. Months passed and two chicks were hatched. Watching the interaction between mother and chicks truly fascinated me. It did so much that I was compelled to touch the chicks while mom was away. So I opened the window, carefully slid my torso through to the outside and tried to reach for the nest and its contents. Instinctively, one of the chicks, the alpha of the two I assume, spread its little wings in attempt to ward me off. Of course I continued my path. I HAD to touch those chicks. As I got closer, the brave chick fell out of the nest and between the steel bars that made up the floor of the escape landing. The poor chick fell two stories and landed on a stack of trash filled garbage bags. The feeling of ‘what have I done’ coursed through my veins. I quickly pulled myself inside the window and ran downstairs to try and rescue the victimized tweety. I approached it, carefully picked up the disoriented bird with my bare hands, then took it back upstairs to place him back in its nest with the hopes that the mother or father would be able to fix it. It never got that attention. The parent seemed to avoid contact with the little chick and show an intense amount of attention to the one that hadn’t fallen. I felt like shit!!! The mother and the healthy chick eventually left the nest leaving the corpes behind. A reminder to me of my uninvited involvement into their lives. As you can see, this memory has never left my mind. However, just as you have, I’ve found the ability to clear the guilt that was a cloud over my conscience. Just a lil something about my past.
Stay beautiful.
De
AWW! That’s sweet :] I have two cats (Hemingway and Davinci) and love them so much. I feel so bad when I accidentally step on one of their tails or something, but I know they forgive me and still love me.. Pets’ love just seems so unconditional.
And what adorable kitties, Falcor and Libra. Beautiful!
What if your love healed his wounds …
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