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Chapter 29. At One, with the Puma
(1988/89)
Back around 1988, I took a trip to the Hershey (PA) Zoo with a friend, who brought more friends. Nice and sunny that day. We came upon the puma cage. The fenced-in area covered approximately One hundred feet long by fifteen feet in height. The puma was laying on its side, on a rock approximately eight feet above the ground. The beautiful creature, on its side. It held its head upright, staring out over people’s heads with its pale green/yellow eyes as it twitched its tail.
I decided to bond with the puma with a technique I had read in a book, years prior previously, by Dr. Joseph Murphy. I believe it was called ‘The Power of the Subconscious Mind.’ Whereas Murphy speaks of man being given dominion over the animal kingdom, and one could communicate with the animals by the following method. Basically, Murphy's method of bonding with the animals is to focus one’s attention at the base of the skull and send appreciative thoughts. Love the object. As a loving request, not a demand. I distinctly recall my thoughts being ‘You are such a wonderful puma. One of God’s greatest creations. You are beautiful. I love you. I feel for you being in the cage. Please look at me, puma, would you please look at me, puma. I wish you would look at me, puma. etc., etc., I did this for a few minutes. Then the puma looked directly at me with those pale green eyes and we stared at one another as I continued my directed focus. Absolutely No Pumaphobia was felt at any time. However, take away that fence, and I could have told you all the details of Pumaphobia.
Maybe.
And it would be a time like this, that bad grammar would mean diddly squat.
Apparently, my group was not inclined to stay at the puma cage and were well on their way as they called me to hurry up. I looked at them briefly, waved my arm, and stayed connected with my new friend. I started to slowly walk toward where my group was last seen, back the way we came, all the while maintaining focus on the puma till, I got the end of the cage. The puma and I were locked onto each other, so I walked back to the other end of the cage; where I just came from. All the while, the puma had me locked in its sight. There were many other people, families, vying for the puma’s attention. Clapping their hands, whistling, waving arms, and the puma was just looking at me. It was a good confirmation, and one for which I shared my thanks with the puma.
Me and the puma had been staring at one another for a good seven to ten minutes or more, by now, but all good things must come to an end so I walked back to the end of the cage where my line of sight with the Puma was broken by a tree that was between us. But there was a small two foot space between the tree and the puma housing that allowed me to see the puma once more. It was as I found it originally, just staring straight ahead, out and over everyone’s heads, flicking its tail. I thought, OK, let’s see if this is real. I focused my attention on this big beautiful cat and in my mind, I willed “Ok, puma, look at me! And that cat immediately snapped its head and stared right at me. Silently I said good bye. I never saw it again. (Sniff, eye rub, sleeve wipe).
The first time I did this was while I was in Vail. I did it with a roommate’s dog, Riva, in my bedroom. I wanted the dog to go to my closed door. After a few minutes, the dog went to the door and looked at me, then back to the door, a few times. "Good job Riva. Let’s get you a treat." Down to the fridge we went and back up the stairs to read some more and the dog fell asleep. So I figured I gotta try to get the dog to look at me. After a few minutes, or two, the dog snapped her head up from sleeping, ears cocked, staring me square in the face.
There have been many dogs since, a few cats, too, but they are a bit different. Got a little wild bird on my finger one day. I've tried it with people, as long as they are not concentrating hard and sometimes even if they are. Stare at the back of their head and soon they will touch the back of their head, probably get fidgety, and eventually turn around to look at you. Welcome to an awkward moment. Believe me, I know. I did this at a Shotokan karate camp, in Greely, Colorado, about a month or so later and it freaked the person out so much, they totally avoided me for the rest of the evening, and all the next day. Too bad, she sure was pretty.
Chapter 30. At One, with the Biker Dude
(2005)
This story has the same underlying premise as the aforementioned puma experience.
I was driving my family up from Orlando, Florida to our home to in Pennsylvania with a stage three hangover. I was driving straight through. After somewhere between seven and nine hours of hard driving, I was tired, and there was lots of traffic. We were following a biker dude, for a good hour who was cruising along at seventy miles an hour with his feet dangling off his pegs, for a good hour. Allowing only an inch or so space between his boots and the road. Not too safe! Not safe at all. So, I focus on the back of his head…and ask him to please pick his feet up. I did this for a couple of minutes, while being equally focused on driving and he picks his feet up. Hey, hey, hey, another confirmation! So, after another couple of minutes, I think I want to make sure that was not an (ahem!) coincidence. I started asking him to stand up on his bike…after a minute or so…he stood straight up on his bike.
And so came the silent, secret smile…
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