The Chicken Cat

The tale of impossible odds and the Visitors

This was in my reply to Suzy Hansen this morning. Let we begin by setting up the time line on this amazing and unbelievable story.

It was June 9th and I wrote an article named, “You only have one choice”. It was about a remarkable experience I had. But I left out something because I thought it was “too out there.”

I did talk about it on my livestream on the 12th. I talked about the “chick cat.” Hold on don’t leave yet. The story follows below.

Yesterday Whitley wanted to make sure I saw his 80th birthday special show on Dreamland. Don’t watch this until after you read my story.

He insisted I didn't miss it and after watching it I knew why. I had told him about an experience with the visitors I had two days before his show was scheduled to go public.

I had a wonderful experience of a world we all hope for they immersed me in. I wrote about it on my Sub Stack page. But to make a long story short, towards the end of this experience I was shown something that made me laugh. As you know the greys have a sense of humor. I have always loved chickens and made jokes about them to Mary all the time. We also joke about cats. And they know I prefer dogs. My late wife had too many cats which tends to give one pause about having one ever again. So there I was looking out this window and there it was. A very large 5-6 foot tall chicken with the head of a cat on its body. In essence a chicken cat.

That morning I told Whitley about it and he took a very serious interest asking, "chicken cat?" I thought he was making fun of me. I thought it was ridiculous too. But he told me we had both been pranked by the visitors. I wasn't clear what he meant by that.

Later in the day he insisted I watched his show on Friday. Not too far into it he told the story when he was a boy that his family had chickens and a cat. The cat watched over the chickens and protected them. You got it, the cat's name was "chicken cat." It was the family name for the cat. At once Mary and I both looked at one another and stopped the video. We both knew the odds of this being a coincidence. I had an emotional moment because I knew they were present at the moment watching intently.

The problem with me and I suppose many with these experiences is that little bit of doubt inside oneself that still asks the question, "Is this real?" In a moment that was eroded away. Completely. They knew if they showed me such an image of the chicken cat I would tell Whitley about it and from there it unfolded to both of us. We had both been pranked, but what a beautiful prank and so well done with humor.

There were other striking similarities in both our lives growing up he shared and you could have written it off. Every young child thinks he can fly, make an antigravity machine, fly over the city at night with our special friends and make miniatures we felt could come alive at night when we weren't looking. Right? There was so much more. But chicken cats?

Looking back at both Whitley and myself I am seeing that a destruction to our egos is taking place. We are told that egos are important. I don’t think they are. I know they are not.

Our arrogance has lead to all the problems we have as a civilization and a species. It contributes to all the greed, judgement, wars, and hate just to name a few. We have lost any real power we once had to it. We don’t no how to communicate with one another and I’m guilty of this myself. Our arrogance has blinded us from reality. The reality that we can fly with the angels if only we’d let go open our eyes to see.

Whitley did exactly that in his 80th birthday show. Bless you Whitley, the stars await.