by Consuela H. Allen
After a busy Saturday afternoon in spring last year, I decided to take a short nap. I lay down on my bed with the screened-in window open behind me.
My very large cat, Buttons, also decided that a nap was a good idea and snuggled up next to me. I soon drifted off, only to be sharply awakened by something hitting my head very hard. I jumped up quickly. Buttons stood by the window, looking rather sheepish. I realized he had probably seen a squirrel outside and lunged toward it, jumping on my face on his way. I felt shocked and was in a great deal of pain, and I wasn’t sure if one of my eyes had been injured. But I immediately knew one thing: I was going to choose to get information only from spiritual sense, and not from what the material senses were telling me.