Scalar Waves & Me: Tales of a Superior Feline

(transcribed with permission)

One of my cats writes under the pen-name Sir Lancelot. You can probably guess which one if you follow us closely enough, though his true identity remains a closely guarded secret, mostly because he insists on it.

Lancelot has been writing a column in my monthly newsletter for some time now, dispensing wisdom, opinions, and editorial commentary on the state of affairs at our home near the Himalayas. This is his account of Scalar Wave healing from the perspective of a cat who was not only the first subject but also, by his own account, the most important one.

Everything that follows is his. I have merely typed it up. He negotiated treats for this.

Have fun with Lancelot,

Idee

Hiya! It’s me Lancelot again, and if you just found me, know that I live with my human Idee and our other cat, whose name I shall not dignify with prominence in my article. Idee describes me as her handsome orange tabby. I find this description accurate but incomplete. One does not simply summarise magnificence in three words.

Idee writes a great deal, which I find admirable, if slightly excessive. She asked if I would contribute to her website. I agreed, on the condition of treats and full editorial control. She agreed to the treats. We are still negotiating the editorial control.

This is my personal account of something called Scalar Wave healing. I was Idee’s very first subject. Naturally. And I have been keeping notes.

My First Encounter with Scalar Wave Healing

It happened during one of Idee’s trip-things. I remain unconvinced that these trips are strictly necessary, but nobody asked me, and off she went.

It was raining. My first ever rain, as it happens, and I quickly established that I am not fond of it. Everything becomes cold and dark and deeply inconvenient. My body ran hot, my mouth felt dry, I had no interest in food, and I was harboring some rather hostile feelings toward the friend Idee had left in charge of me. There I was, curled up and thoroughly miserable.

And then, out of absolutely nowhere, my legs began to feel weirdly, wonderfully comforting. A warmth that was not the rain-warmth. More like being wrapped in something invisible but extremely pleasant. It moved from my legs to my hips to my chest, and I released a sigh so complete it surprised me. My eyes closed. Not a cat nap. A real, proper, long sleep. I woke up ravenously hungry.

I had no idea what had just happened, but I approved of it unreservedly. When Idee returned and explained she had been sending me Scalar energies from wherever she was, I catalogued this information immediately. This was something I needed more of.

Idee has since learned to give a proper introduction before beginning a session. She announces herself, explains what she is about to do, and awaits my receptivity. This is the correct approach. I have a separate story about what happened when she forgot this step. It involves Bond, curtains, and a look of such bewilderment that I still laugh about it. That story is coming. Patience.

Why I Became a Committed Scalar Wave Healing Advocate

A few months later, Idee enrolled in Joan Ranquet’s Communication With All Life University (CWALU). Joan is the pioneer of Scalar Wave healing for animals, and I want it on record that I think extremely highly of Joan. She taught Idee well. Idee had to submit case studies for her coursework, which meant I received an above-average quantity of Scalar sessions during this period. I considered this a reasonable arrangement.

It was also during this time that I watched Idee’s confidence in the practice develop, which I found simultaneously touching and slightly irritating, since the evidence had been in front of her all along in the form of me.

A Rescue Kitten Walks Again

Idee worked with her friend Sandi in Washington, who was fostering a rescue kitten in a genuinely dire state. His head had become twisted. He could not walk in a straight line. The veterinarians were not optimistic about his prospects.

Sandi and Idee are both the type of human who, when told something cannot be done, treat this as an opening position rather than a conclusion. They worked in shifts, round the clock, one full day and into the next, sending Scalar in concentrated doses to this tiny creature they had not even met in person.

I watched the before and after from Idee’s end. A week later, in her class, there was footage of the same kitten: walking straight, moving freely, head perfectly aligned, prancing about as though nothing had ever been wrong. I looked at Idee. She looked at me. We understood each other.

The Chickens Receive Scalar Wave Healing

Then came the chickens.

I want it noted that I had opinions about this. Chickens receiving Scalar Wave healing felt, to me, like a mis-allocation of resources. But Idee has a generous spirit that extends, apparently, to all species without discrimination.

Five chickens. Inconsistent egg-laying. Idee worked through each of them in turn, and very soon the inconsistency resolved itself and normal productive chicken behavior resumed. I maintain that a firm meow would have accomplished the same thing, but I was not consulted.

I will say this: those chickens subsequently developed a habit of presenting with minor ailments on a suspiciously regular basis. Draw your own conclusions.

My Grand Scalar Wave Healing Adventure: The Aeroplane

This is the story I least enjoy recounting but which I include in the interest of completeness and accuracy.

Idee decided to move house. Across the country! On an aeroplane! And I was expected to participate.

I want it on record that I expressed my disapproval clearly and repeatedly. I do not do carriers. I do not do airports. I particularly do not do the combination of loud noise, giant strangers, and the general indignity of being transported in a bag like luggage.

What I can tell you is that in the middle of all that chaos, something shifted.

A sensation arrived that I can only describe as the opposite of everything that was happening around me. The noise was still there. The giant humans were still hovering. The indignity was still fully intact. But underneath all of it, something settled. A grounded, blanketing quality, like feeling my paws very specifically on the surface beneath me, like being wrapped in something warm and invisible that said: you are held. You are not alone in this. You are going to be fine.

I recognised it immediately. Scalar.

Idee had enlisted aunt Julie (Pastor Julie Webb), a CWALU graduate and teacher whose Scalar has a particular signature I know on contact. Aunt Julie’s Scalar has a steadiness to it, a quality of deep earth beneath your feet, and I felt it arriving in waves through the whole journey. Others were sending their energies too, apparently, because the blanketing kept coming, layer after layer, all the way from that terrible airport to our new home.

I made a decision in that carrier. I chose to feel my paws on the floor of it. I chose to follow the warmth rather than the panic. I chose to let the Scalar do what it has always done, which is to find the part of you that knows how to be calm and remind it that it is still there. However, both aunt Julie and Idee have tried to convince me that it was aunt Julie who was helping me decide. I have noted their perspective and filed it accordingly.

And we arrived. In one piece. With my dignity mostly intact, which given the circumstances I consider a significant achievement.

If I am here today, writing this with my customary distinction and flair, it is in no small part because of the Scalar that accompanied that journey. I acknowledge this, without prejudice to my ongoing view that the move was entirely unnecessary.

Bond’s Introduction to Scalar Wave Healing: A Comedy in One Act

Some months after we settled in our new home, Idee introduced a small black and white cat called Frodo Bond into our household. He was the size of one of my paws. He immediately decided to sleep on my stomach. I found this presumptuous but ultimately allowed it, as I have a magnanimous nature.

Bond wanted to learn curtain-climbing. I am the acknowledged expert in this household on curtain-climbing, and I had agreed to give him a lesson. We were mid-session, I was demonstrating technique, Bond was attempting to follow, when Idee, from the other room, decided to introduce Bond to Scalar.

Without the customary introduction.

The first wave reached Bond mid-climb. The look on his face was something I will carry with me to the end of my days. Complete and total stupefaction. He stopped. He looked at his body. He looked in the direction of where Idee was. He looked at his body again. He looked at me. I looked back at him with the serene expression of someone who has known about this for years and was frankly surprised it took this long.

Bond abandoned the curtains entirely, went to where Idee was sitting, and proceeded to examine her from multiple angles, trying to determine how she was doing this without touching him. He gave up reasoning and lay down. He was asleep within minutes.

I do intend to have a conversation with Idee about scheduling Scalar sessions during my training hours. We have not yet found a mutually agreeable time for this discussion.

In Conclusion, from Me to You

Scalar Wave healing is, in my considered professional opinion as the original subject and foremost feline authority on the matter, excellent. It is warm, it is immediate, it works across any distance, and it improves nearly every situation it is applied to, including moves, fevers, curtain interruptions, and existential uncertainty in small black and white cats.

Idee has written the human-facing explanation of what Scalar Wave healing is and how it works, for those of you who require the science. You can find it at Scalar Wave Healing for Animals: A Groundbreaking Approach. I recommend it, though obviously the present document is the more authoritative account.

You are welcome.

— Sir Lancelot Orange Tabby, Scalar Wave Pioneer, Newsletter Columnist, Reluctant Traveler

Transcribed by Indrani Das (Idee), founder of Artemis Animal Healing, animal intuitive, communicator, energy healing practitioner and teacher. Lancelot reviewed this and requested one additional treat. It was provided.