How I Healed My Cat… But Never Promise to Heal You
Many years ago, my cat Leila was dying.
Her gut had strangulated. Her platelet count had crashed. She was in a coma. The veterinary team were preparing me for the possibility that she wasn’t going to survive.
I remember standing there looking at her and feeling that strange place where hope and stubbornness meet. The vets had reached their conclusion. Looking back, I can understand why. Everything they were seeing pointed in one direction.
The vets had reached their diagnosis and prognosis which seemed all too familiar to me.
Yet something in me wasn’t finished.
Over the next couple of hours I worked with her using a combination of Meta Consciousness principles and Matrix Reimprinting. Not because I thought I was healing her. I’ve never really seen the world that way. What fascinated me then, and still fascinates me now, is the extraordinary capacity living organisms have to respond when the conditions are right.
A couple of hours later I asked for the bloods to be repeated and another X ray to be taken.
There was hesitation.
Not hostility. Not arrogance. Just the quiet certainty that there was little point.
Then my mama bear arrived.
“Just do it.”
A please was attached to the end, although I suspect nobody was under any illusion that it was optional.
When the results came back, the room changed.
Leila’s platelet count had returned to normal.
The strangulation in her gut had eased.
She was still dehydrated, so she remained on a drip. Although she still needed treatment, the crisis everyone had been preparing me for was no longer unfolding.
The veterinary team couldn’t explain what they were seeing.
From that day on they nicknamed me “the witch.”
Leila recovered.
Although what fascinated me most wasn’t simply that she recovered.
It was that her personality changed.
Before all this she would quietly avoid the neighbouring cats.
Afterwards she stood her ground. She protected her territory and no longer backed down. At the same time she became the cat who sought out humans. Visitors who had never met her before would often find her curled up on their lap as though she had known them forever.
Perhaps she simply became the cat she was born to be.
Over the years people have asked whether that means I can heal people too.
The answer is no.
Not because I doubt the body’s capacity to heal. Quite the opposite.
The difference is that Leila was a cat and we are human.
Leila never wondered why this had happened to her. She didn’t question whether she deserved to recover, replay the past or imagine the future.
She was a cat.
She responded to the present moment.
Humans have something different. We have this extraordinary cortex that allows us to imagine futures, revisit the past, write poetry, compose music and build entire civilisations.
That same cortex also allows us to replay conflict after conflict, rehearse conversations that ended years ago and imagine futures that haven’t happened. From a Meta Consciousness perspective this matters because the body responds to perception, not simply the passing of time.
I often think that symptoms are easier to work with than the stories people build around them.
The body does what the body does.
There is, however, something quite beautiful about being human.
We have the capacity to join the dots, transform limiting beliefs and expand our consciousness along the way.
For me, this isn’t about sitting in the pain or continually being retriggered.
It’s about the gentle disentangling of the fairy lights of our life. What first appears to be one impossible knot gradually begins to reveal individual strands, that can light up a whole new chapter
This is why I never promise to heal another human being.
Not that I can’t! Personally I think it’s a disservice to that soul path. Healing has never belonged to me and agency and sovereignty are part of my values.
Leila didn’t just survive.
She reminded me that beneath all the stories we carry, every living organism is moving towards one thing. Becoming what it was born to be.