The miracle of my Kittie-cat: Chloe

I had decided to move to La-La Land for pilot season. I was flying Jet Blue;on the way to the airport, my kitty had an “accident” in the carrier. “Mr. Shonert, the handler in line asserted, “You’ll have to take care of the cat or we won’t let you on board.”

So I wheeled a computer and four suitcases on a cart and went up to the third floor bathroom at JFK Airport. Chloe hated water. I put him under the faucet and began to bathe him. He got away and ran: he ran all the way down the terminal. I was shouting “CHLOE! CHLOE! OM SIVA BABA! CHLOE! CHLOE! OM SIVA BABA! at the top of my lungs. I was running after the little dickens and he doubled around and ran past me the other way! I turned around and continued to shout to Baba! Chloe turned into a restroom. Here I was running after a cat into the women’s bathroom! Somehow, I managed to capture him. He was sopping wet and looked like a rat. When I got back to my things, no one had stolen my computer or anything. Later, in the taxi in LA, a girl told me that everyone in the airport was standing watching this middle-aged man running after a kittie-cat and screaming OM SIVA BABA.

Datta takes my kittie chloe to heaven: My cat Chloe got sick during the pet food poisoning scandal in February 2007. I had to put him to sleep. I sang to him the Dattatreya mantra which he loved. He grabbed me around the neck after the first shot and looked into my eyes and meeowed the longest meeow. I closed my eyes and there was Datta standing there in living color. One of his followers, whose third eye is open and sees her dead pets in her apartment all the time, told me I would see Chloe: “He’ll let you know he’s OK.” Three days after he died, at 2 a.m., I went to the bathroom and out Chloe ran from the toidy in his little light body!! Datta believes our pets go to a high place and become guides who are powerful and can help us! “And the third day Chloe rose again from the dead!” Om Dram Dattatreya Siva Baba!

Muruga’s Vel Manifests: I had to get rid of a gas guzzling truck and really didn’t have the credit. It was Tuesday, Muruga’s day and also Vishnupati’s: the day when Vishnu doles out material blessings. The car dealers were inside deciding my fate. I looked down in the grass and there was a gold-plated vel! I picked it up! It wasn’t anything else! It was a golden vel. I knew it was a sign; I left that day with a new car!

One year later I was taking care of a huge 6 foot long pit bull named Buddha. He was always getting into trouble and attacking little animals; I had asked Datta to zap him so he wouldn’t be put to sleep!

Just before Datta was in Mexico, I discovered Buddha had eaten the tip off of My Manifest Muruga vel! A good thing for Buddha, I guess. I went to see Datta in Mexico. It was so moving to see all of these sweet, humble souls showing up dressed in white because they knew they were meeting a live saint! There were nearly 400 people there! When I got back to L.A., I looked beside my bed and the tip of my Vel had remanifested itself in even a richer covering of gold leaf!

By the way, Buddha is doing very well!