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Location: Vero Beach, Florida, United States

My name is Pat and I live in Florida. My skin will never be smooth again and my hair will never see color. I enjoy collecting autographs and playing in Paint Shop Pro.,along with reading and writing. Sometimes, I enjoy myself by doing volunteer "work" helping celebrities at autograph shows. I love animals and at one time I did volunteer work for Tippi Hedren's Shambala Preserve.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Strange how the mind works..

Wednesday, November 2, 200511:32:00 AM EST
Feeling Surprised

I was at the journal Thru the eyes of the Beholder ( looking at the photos she took and reading what she wrote on her entry today, when it struck me.

As I read what she wrote I almost felt like it was a different person from who's journal I had be reading .. and I thought a moment and remembered a time that the same thing happened to me.

A moment in time that struck me so differently that I went home and wrote something that doesn't even sound like I wrote it. It occurred in 1990, I kept what I wrote and I will put it in this days journal along with a few photo's that I took concerning Shambala Preserve where I was doing volunteer work at the time..

To love .. and be loved in return.. Chuff-f-f-f-f-f.

A voice pierces the sky..It sings of love, of freedom, of total being.It is the roar of a lion.

I have only been there once; inside myself. It happened at a place called Shambala. As I first passed a lion's cage, he roared. My body shook as it absorbed the music. It was so loud I couldn't think of anything or anyone.. for the moment, I just existed.

At first, I didn't realize what had just happened. I walked on. The lion, quite possibly Richard, roared again. Another moment passed without thoughts, without all the things, which were known to me as life. I couldn't think of paying bills, of going to work, of what I would wear today. Then it came, roar after roar after roar.

As it subsided, I found myself becoming aware of the sweet and unobtrusive oblivion I had been in. I knew then that this place was going to become a sanctuary for morethan the animals.. it was mine.

I wanted to lie in the grass and have the mighty kings sing to me, their voices vibrating through me until I can think of nothing but their songs. I feel at peace. Worries and tensions are gone. Would life then pass me by? Hardly, rather it would be that their songs would bring me to life, not take me from it.

Did I mention? A tiger chuffed at me. She made me smile. She made me laugh. I was lost with her beauty, but more with her greeting: Chuff-f-f-f, chuff-f-f-f, happy to see you. Scratch me, love me.. please? There is a fence between us, you could hurt me.Not today, chuff-f-f-f not today, chuff-f-f-f.If I love you today, will you love me in return?CHUFF-F-F-F-F !

As I walk past their fences, chuff-f-f-f, chuff-f-f-f.. be careful, they will mark you for their own! Then let them mark me, for I am theirs.

Nathaniel bounds forward as if on springs. Nathaniel, not lion, not tiger but the most beauteous of both worlds.

Do you sing with the Lions? Do you Chuff-f-f-f with the Tigers? You must do both, for I find I want to lie in the grass outside your fence and watch you forever. May I stay? Will you sing to me? Will you love me?

Their eyes they search for you. All of them are on the prowl for love and to love in return.
A hidden piece of heaven, Shambala is. I will go there again somedayFor the peace..For the music..For the love..

You will always find something in the last place you look.


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