Mystic Magickal cats

Tonight I am blogging about our beloved cats. Last Samhain, on Samhain Eve, I spent it alone rather than attending the public ritual. My reasons are that I felt weird about going because of the local pagan politics in the community. However, the night was more magickal than I could ever have imagined.

I decorated my apartment, carved my pumpkin, lit candles and prepared for the ritual. I had adopted a cat and while I don’t follow an Egyptian tradition, nonetheless, I performed a Bast Protection of Cats ritual. I stood at my altar and began the ritual.

I meditated that I was approaching a beautiful temple, which was dedicated to Bast. In the meditation, I was a woman in a white dress but I did not look like myself. I approached the temple and entered. I saw clouds in the sky. The whole place looked exotic. On either side of me in the temple down a long hallway, fragrant with burning incenses, were rows of regal, beautiful cats. They watched me and seemed to peer into me and almost seemed to be expecting me. I reached the end of the hall. The cats now faced Bast and the cat. They remained watching where they were sitting. I bowed reverently to Bast and left an offering. I saw a beautiful woman standing next to a gorgeous cat. I assumed one of them was Bast. I implored Bast to protect my cat and all other cats of the world. I bowed again and left the temple. Somehow I knew Bast had accepted my plea and would protect all cats from harm. I left the temple and walked from the exotic vineyard and went back to reality. It was a powerful meditation. I will never forget it.