By Harold Klemp
As Debbie’s cat lay dying, she whispered to her, “It’s OK to let go. When you do, you’ll feel like a kitten again.” From her tiny cat body sprang a four-hundred pound tiger who jumped clean over Debbie’s head and landed on the other side.
By Harold Klemp
An ECKist [member of Eckankar] has a cat named Humphrey. One evening the woman was lying on her bed reading Child in the Wilderness, a book I wrote about my experiences with the Light and Sound of God.
by Harold Klemp
My sister wrote that two feral cats had come to their home. They had been just the neighborhood cats for a while, but my sister kept putting out food, and pretty soon the cats decided this was home for them too. Panther is the black one. He’s top cat. And Growler is orange and white.
by Harold Klemp
“Cats, dogs, and turtles have a heaven, just like people. It makes you wonder why some people get so angry to hear that animals go to heaven. That’s where we all come from.” –Ask the Master, Book 2