“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Oh yeah,” Jane said. I’d explained to her when I came in today that last night when I got home I’d found a dead chipmunk lying on the carpet near the coffee table. Billy and Mitzi had been at their ease in the living room also, on various chairs. There were no marks on the chipmunk’s little body; they hadn’t tried to eat the creature.

(I’d felt sad, staring down at the striped brown, black and white body, and remembered Seth’s material about how both parties in any death share the experience. The cats obviously felt no remorse at all—nor should they. It was a tiny part of “life.” I was sure I knew how the chipmunk had gotten caught: He’d squeezed under the back porch screened-in door looking for food. I kept a box of cat goodies out there to give black dog [as I call her, not knowing her name] a snack in the early morning. One of the cats had caught the chipmunk on the porch. I’d seen this happen a couple of times before.

(“I also wanted to ask about the cats and the chipmunk,” I said.

and chipmunks and squirrels

(I added that a great attraction here in recent years has been my ever-growing appreciation of the glimpses I get of the wildlife in the area, from the deer to the geese, rabbits, chipmunks, ‘coons, dogs, cats and what-have-you. [...]

[...] I think that my appreciation of wildlife has grown considerably since we’ve encountered so much trouble physically in our own lives: the sheer ability to move with nature’s grace and skill has gradually become very important, and to me the animals express this quality perfectly: the ‘coons, the deer, the dogs, cats, rabbits, mice, chipmunks; the birds, and yes, even the insects....)