Every year between March 6 and 9, Russia turns into a huge and fragrant flower market. It smells like spring everywhere, even if the stubborn snow has neglected to melt just yet.
Remember my previous post: Happy March 8! Russian policeman stops vehicles to sing a love song to women drivers.
In that case it wasn’t an actual cop, but Russian singer Yaroslav Sumishevsky, with his song. But real policemen aren’t far behind. This is happening today in Kaliningrad, Russia. Actual traffic policemen stop women drivers and present them with flowers and March 8 gifts:
The International Women’s Day on March 8 is approaching. To me it has always been a light, smiley and happy holiday. Those who know me have probably read my posts about March 8, its history and lore, and how it’s celebrated in Russia and the USSR. Those who are visual, I’m sure you’ll enjoy all those awesome spring pics. I’ll have the article links below.
This year, I’ve decided to post this charming episode.
In the run-up to the March 8 holiday, in a Moscow suburb, a traffic cop has been seen stopping women drivers. When asked what the purpose of the detention was, he would say, ‘I’m Traffic Inspector Yaroslav Sumishevsky. Just checking drivers licenses as part of the operation My Beloved Woman. Have you heard about it?’ After the drivers replied in the negative, he would begin singing a song, My Beloved Woman, and present each female driver with a rose. On the video below watch women’s faces alight with smiles, and also watch the kids’ reaction.
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In response to my previous post: The truth about the cruel price of your meat and milk,
They are likely better, but unfortunately still commercial, and therefore, the same applies: animals are artificially impregnated and babies are sacrificed so humans can have their milk. Organic doesn’t guarantee – and doesn’t really imply – ‘humane’ or ‘fair’ to animals.
I’ve tried our local organic, ‘humane’ yogurt and eggs for a while, which are sold at our local organic health food coop. I trust the people and the store very much. It’s one of the best health food markets I’ve ever seen, and I’ve shopped everywhere.
I’m not an egg person at all, but I did want some yogurt in my diet. But recently I stopped doing that as well. Alas, there is no other way of getting a cow’s or goat’s milk, other than depriving the babies of it. Or mama-animals have to be pumped with drugs so they overproduce milk. And we then drink or eat all that! So, our own health and well-being are also a question. Plus, the fact that babies, especially baby boys, are sold for highly priced meat is too well-known.
There are good vegan milk alternatives: almond, soy, coconut, cashew. As an example, in the US they are sold in stores like Wegmans, Whole Foods, and local health food stores.
You can also make your own vegan milk, yogurt and even vegan cheese. Home made vegan cheese is actually ‘a thing.’ 😉
I was vegan for years, well before it was fashionable and when the label used was ‘vegetarian.’ It just felt right. Then, there was a lapse when I tried all kinds of foods due to frequent moves and travel. I’m now getting back to vegan lifestyle, gradually.
For those who follow my Multidimensional and Earth Shift theories, vegan lifestyle corresponds with the 5th Dimension (5D).
I am now trying some great old and new recipes. If there is an interest, I’ll eventually post some recipes I’m presently re-learning.
I know it’s not for everyone, and no judgement at all. But those who prefer not to cause harm to animals and nature, are welcome to try.
For those who want to transition, the idea is to do it very slowly and gradually, so there is no discomfort to the system. Stay positive, gentle and non-judgmental to yourself.
Wishing everyone well. 🙂
LADA RAY PREDICTION:
As humanity progresses towards the EARTH SHIFT of human consciousness,
the realization of the inconvenient truth: that humans are cruel to animals
and a growing desire not to harm animals and nature
are to become a major developing global trend!
P.S. There are many vegan videos on YouTube. I might share some in the future. Here is one example: 9 Practical Tips for Going VEGAN + Examples of Food I Eat
Deliberate cruelty, greed, gluttony and robbing others to enrich themselves: humans do this to each other, and to poor, innocent animals of Planet Earth.
Want your meat and your milk? This is what happens behind the scenes…
THE CRUEL PRICE OF MILK: cows and goats are artificially impregnated. Newly born baby animals are taken away from their mothers at birth, without allowing them to experience their mother’s love, so that humans could milk cows and goats for milk, yogurt, cheese and butter. Then helpless, hungry and terrified baby animals are sold for meat!
This is tweeted by a my Tweepal Maryanne (god bless her for her effort to help innocent animals who cannot help themselves).
Did you know….Mother goats do not forget the sound of their kids’ voices…even up to 17 months after they have been separated
Sorry for the graphic image, but I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Anyone who has any heart shouldn’t, when these things happen.
This pregnant cow was cut open with no anesthesia….Her baby was taken while she was dumped outside a Israeli dairy farm…to die in pain
Doreen Virtue and her Hawaii rescue farm (Doreen has already saved 100 animals). Recently, she and her team rescued lambs being sold for slaughter:
In the beginning of this video Doreen talks about the baby cow and his mom they’ve rescued:
Blessings to all who show kindness, compassion and love to the most vulnerable and neglected.
Blessings to all those who protect those who cannot protect themselves…
‘Praying for Palmyra’: Russian orchestra performs concert honoring victims of Syria war.
New Ask Lada episode. Just wanted to respond in a little more detail to a Twitter question:
Since on FT I have the luxury of much more space to properly respond, let me do so.
Having not have the chance to listen to the concert itself yet, I can assess its impact purely based on its energy signature and resonance.
First of all, any classic concert is awesome. Classic music, especially performed on such high level, carries enormous positive, creative and peaceful energy. This kind of energy heals wounds and restores health. It promotes peace and mutual understanding.
Said in a spiritual way, it raises Chi and creates a powerful positive energy signature. Positive energy is akin to a ray of bright light, which chases away the darkness and illuminates the truth. It stimulates healing and chases away the germs/dark entities. In this case the germ is ISIS (the terrorist organization, not the ancient goddess Isis, who has nothing to do with terrorism).
Please check out my Quantum Calibrations Scale for the energy levels of Joy and High Creation. I recommend you also listen to audio/videos (vid No. 2) talking about these levels. (VIDEO 1: Life-threatening & Life-diminishing Calibrations VIDEO 2: Life-affirming & Life-creating Calibrations).
Syria has been through years of devastating war and discord, which was created by certain internal imbalances and injustices, distorted, stoked and amplified via aggressive foreign interference (US, EU, West as a whole, Saudis, Qatar, Turkey). The recent culmination of the Syria war was the liberation of a famous UNESCO World Heritage site, the ancient Palmyra, from the hands of terrorists. Palmyra, a globally protected cultural gem, suffered huge damage as a result of ISIS terrorists and Turkish smugglers destroying and looting many of its treasures.
I was asked for my intuitive feeling. What I can share with you is more of claircognizant nature, aka, cosmic knowing.
This concert is a turning point. It marks and announces to the whole world that Syria is on the mend, that the healing has begun. It is a point of no return. What better place to have a concert of hope than in the ruins of this remarkable ancient city that suffered, but withstood the test of time.
I get regularly asked to interpret through my calibrations various events, entities and countries. The past several months were full of various other priorities, and so, I wasn’t able to post on FT any of my calibrations. Let me offer you a treat: here are some fresh calibrations of this event, Syria, Russian role, and more.
Even those who don’t understand energy vibrations and quantum calibrations, know the healing properties of classic music. The fact that the concert takes place In Palmyra, with its amplifying cultural effect, sends a positive vibration through all of Syria, all of Middle East and world.
Legend: Quantum Calibration level = C; Chi level = Chi ………
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Spring is coming… My favorite season is back again. Can’t wait to smell all the wonderful spring flowers, hear the birds sing and inhale the fresh scent of awakening nature.
Let’s talk only about positive and newly exciting things today!
Global relocation trend
So many changes are coming! The global trend of relocation is upon us. More and more people will be moving, or will be thinking about moving, in the following years. Many people will want to relocate to another country or another continent. It’s new, exciting and a little scary. But it is a global trend that can’t be stopped or reversed. It is a harbinger of the monumental changes to come: it is part of the Great Earth Shift in all spheres of our existence and consciousness.
I have begun a new category on FT: Developing Global Trends. All posts in this category can be read as they come up (scroll down to CATEGORIES located on the right hand bar).
The Developing Trends will be a big topic (a big trend, no pun intended), this year and beyond and I’ll be talking about it a lot in future posts on FuturisTrendcast (FT) and on the new page on LadaRay.info: Trends & Predictions.
In the past year, many of my CONSULTATIONS clients approached me regarding my advice on the timing and place for global relocation. I feel this trend intensifying for all of mankind as we speak, and it will grow and manifest as such on all continents (Earth & Personal Shift Consultations will address this trend on personal level for each of my clients.)
The expanding LadaRay.info site is also growing with lots of new info.
Happy March 8, the International Women’s Day!
One of my favorite holidays, which since childhood I’ve come to associate with spring, flowers and smiles, is coming on March 8th. I am talking, of course, about International Women’s Day.
Many of you have read my past articles about March 8, including history, lore, traditions and celebrations:
As always, Happy March 8, 2016, dear women (and men, too)!
Happy Birthday and the New Moon Eclipse in Pisces
Happy Birthday, Pisces! As a Pisces myself, I want to wish a very Happy Birthday month to all the beautiful Fishes out there! What would we do without your niceness and kindness. I intend to celebrate – hope you do the same, in joy and style!
The New Moon solar eclipse is coming in to coincide with March 8 holiday. Eclipses always pack a lot more energy than a regular new moon, and their effect is usually felt for months after, and often before, as well. This eclipse is in Pisces and it touches most of the birthday Fishes out there. This particular eclipse is very powerful; it denotes new beginnings and ushers in an era of big changes in all of our lives, whether we are Pisces or not. It especially touches all mutable signs.
Do you feel the change in the air? I do. More on that later…
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What a beautiful story!
João Pereira de Souza saved the life of a small Magellanic penguin 5 years ago, and the bird has rarely left his side since. He always returns to the man’s house.
The unlikely friendship began in 2011, when de Souza found the bird, nicknamed Jinjing, soaked in oil on the beach near his house. He brought the penguin home, cleaned him up, and offered him a meal of cool sardines and…
This newly written story is part of my Lilechka Tribute Series. It picks up where my previous story Princess Lila and I left off. This story is also my contribution to the worldwide #LightForPets Remember Me Thursday – the pet adoption day.
Her name at birth was Tiger Lily due to her striking tortoiseshell coloring. When I adopted her, somehow, the original name fell by the wayside and I called her Lily Cat, or affectionately, Lilechka. But as she grew, in that small body, covered with soft a silky fur, a great spirit started emerging. Without any effort, she became Princess Lila. She was my loyal and loving companion and super-familiar for almost 20 years.
Before leaving us, Lilechka left some precious gifts. One was the gift of love she poured out in her last days, hanging on for an extra day and night because she saw how deeply upset I was she may leave us. She masterminded her last days and the days after she would be gone with precision, and she made it happen in the exact way she wanted to go. Behind her, she left the lingering blessing of her love.
We realized all that only after the events of the end of April 2014 took place. At the time, things were moving so fast that there was not a moment when we could distance ourselves from what was happening to think and reflect.
Another of Princess Lila’s gifts was of a much more physical nature. This story is about that gift.
The winter of 2013-2014 was harsh. Snow and ice covered our yard and driveway most of the time. We had to constantly plow and clear the ice. For the first time ever, our car skidded and got stuck in the icy hilly driveway. It took us hours to crush the ice and get it moving again.
Only by the end of March the sun finally warmed up the land enough to melt the last ice and snow. By mid-April our garden started blooming with some early blooms and the sun was again in abundance. By then, the gentle spring rays sent enough warmth so that both birds and animals started feeling the call to bask in the sun.
Lilechka, who turned 19 on August 9th 2013, stayed inside all winter. She was always a small kitty, but that winter she slowly got thinner. When we purchased the house, one of the main attractions were the two spacious covered porches – in the front and in the back. Lilechka loved staying on a porch during all seasons to get some air and survey the neighborhood. Because of our climate, covered porches were a must, so she could come out whenever she pleased, regardless of the weather.
In her younger years, Lilechka was very adventurous. As she aged, she became more and more an indoor cat, preferring either to cuddle by a warm radiant heater, or to sleep on top of my desk, on her favorite pillow. But coming out for some fresh air and to lounge on the porch remained her sacred daily ritual.
That last winter she didn’t come out once. Instead, she tried to seek out the precious little sun wherever she could find it. She had taken to sleeping on the dining room rug, warmed up by the small rectangle of a morning sun.
She also ate less, often refusing to finish her food. We fed her a balanced diet of dry and healthy wet food, as well as frequent treats of chicken, turkey and deserts of cream or cream cheese. She always liked variety. But that winter she stopped eating dry food altogether. We understood that it was getting hard for her to chew and started putting her unfinished dry food dishes out in the back porch, in case some other kitty or animal needed food. We always found the dish licked clean, but we never met the invisible kitty responsible for that.
By spring, Lilechka was often leaving most of her wet food on the plate as well. We started putting her dishes out on the back porch more and more often. Same result – they always were cleaned to a shine. By April, we were feeding her almost exclusively with very finely minced, soft chicken because she was refusing any other food. She was leaving more and more on her plate, and we started getting worried. Perhaps we needed to change her diet? While we started exploring her diet options, we were observing her closely. She was extremely sensitive to pet clinics, and she was always extremely healthy, so we decided to hold off talking to a vet, unless we really had to.
Meanwhile, we continued putting out full dishes regularly, and the food on them disappeared overnight like a clockwork.
In mid-April, Lilechka started coming out to bask in the sun, sitting on the warm garden soil, among the first spring blooms. The weather was changing rapidly to some very pleasant, temperate one, and we hoped that as the summer drew nearer, Lilechka would be feeling better and better. Indeed, her appetite seemed to somewhat come back.
Once I observed her siting in the back garden, while two neighborhood kitties approached. One kitty was a gray tabby and another black. The visiting kitties were non-aggressive and they seemed shy. They stopped at a distance when they saw Lilechka. Then, there was some sort of silent exchange between the parties. Lilechka stared at them, while they stood and stared back. Then Lilechka produced a mew. The two kitties silently turned around and left our backyard.
One day, we had the door to the back porch semi-open, while cooking chicken. As the smells of chicken wafted into the air, we expected Lilechka to show up in the kitchen, as she always did when the delicious food smells tickled her delicate nose.
Instead of Lilechka, we suddenly saw a short-haired tabby in our back porch. She slowly approached the back door and stood at the threshold, expectantly. Lilechka showed up in the kitchen and again, there was a silent exchange between the two. Then the gray kitty backed off, but stayed in the back porch.
We gave Lilechka her finely minced chicken and then, we minced more chicken for the tabby, who patiently awaited her cut. She gobbled up everything on the plate with the ultrasound speed and looked up at us. “Can I have some more, please?” was saying her whole demeanor.
We gave her more. She finished the second round just as quickly, but stayed on the porch. When Lilechka ate her fill, we gave the gray kitty Lily’s leftovers, and she finished that off as well.
She remained on the porch, looking at me with her big, intelligent eyes, still hoping for more.
“Sorry,” I said. “We didn’t count on a guest. There is no more chicken left. Come back tomorrow.”
She left reluctantly. That night I put out a full dish of dry food. By the morning it was all gone. Again, we made fresh chicken for Lilechka, hoping that the new diet would make her stronger and she would recover. Indeed it seemed the case. She was eating better, went out more and seemed to get stronger.
The gray tabby showed up again, and again we gave her some chicken and dry food. She kept coming back day after day, eating everything we gave her, be it dry or wet food, or chicken, with equally ravenous hunger.
One day, Lilechka finished her meal and decided to come out to sit in the back garden. The gray kitty, as usual, was hanging out in the back porch. Lilechka emitted a mew, meaning basically, “Hey, it’s still my property; do you mind?”
Again, there was a silent exchange between them, which I understood fully only after what happened later. Lilechka was saying, “I am still here. You can come and eat, but you cannot take over until I am gone. Remember, it’s still my domain.”
The tabby understood and backed into a far away corner of the porch, where she awaited her cut.
After I made sure Lilechka was comfortable in the garden, I turned to the gray. “Now it’s your turn.” Filling up her plate, I added quietly, “You are welcome to come here and eat any time, sweetie, but please do not upset Lilechka while she is not feeling well, ok?” The kitty looked at me with her intelligent eyes, and I knew she understood perfectly.
For a couple more days we had a gentleman’s agreement, according to which our visiting tabby waited discretely in the front porch until Lilechka ate and went to bask in the garden sun. Then she would come to the back porch and I would feed her to her heart’s content.
We were happy to feed this kitty, who was in such apparent need of nurturing. She always ate as if she was storing food like a camel, for the future use. We felt that unspoken agreement developed between the two cats. Something like this: “Lilechka to gray: you can have my extra food, I don’t eat that much any more.”
The tabby gratefully accepted everything we gave her, but once she was full, she never lingered. I often would come out on the back porch, hoping to pet her and talk to her after her meal, but the moment her third or fourth helping was finished, she immediately disappeared in the unknown direction.
And then, on April 29th 2014, Lilechka was suddenly gone. It was a crushing blow, something for which I was completely unprepared. With sorrow and tears, the guilt settled in. What have we done wrong? What could have we done differently to keep her going? Maybe we could have done this, or that…
The guilt was a road to nowhere. We understood that intellectually, but especially at night, my sorrow overwhelmed me. Even my hubby, who wasn’t usually prone to sadness, shed a tear.
The gray tabby continued religiously coming to the back porch for her chicken fix. Her presence proved a great distraction from our sadness. She ate even more ravenously than before, and we found ourselves busy cooking chicken every day. She always consumed that chicken as if she hadn’t eaten for a month. That little kitty ate more than a grown man – bowlfuls of freshly made chicken disappeared in her belly like they were nothing.
When we were preoccupied with Lilechka, we didn’t have the time to question why this kitty ate so much. At first we choked it up to the fact that she probably liked chicken too much and that she probably had a very difficult winter. She didn’t seem thin. But perhaps the food she usually ate wasn’t as nutritious? That still didn’t explain just why she ate such unusually large amounts of food, and she wasn’t telling us.
But since her appetite didn’t abate, we started looking deeper into the reason. I already understood that Lilechka had an unspoken agreement with this kitty in need that she could stay here after Lilechka was gone, but not before. It was becoming apparent to me that our smart Princess Lila had timed everything to perfection.
Still, even I had no idea how many more surprises she had in store for us.
The gray kitty was now letting me pet her. I did that as much as I could while she was eating. It really helped me forget my sorrow. Now she didn’t rush to leave our back porch quite as quickly as before, but she still left shortly after having finished all her food. “Look at you,” I remarked to her reproachfully. “You just come here, eat and leave. It’s not so nice of you. You could stay a little longer, you know.”
We started looking forward to the gray’s visits every day. Lilechka’s fur was rich, soft and silky. Petting this kitty was a different experience. She was short-haired, with fur tough like a bristle; her coat was a lovely looking gray stripes; her face was cute and expressive, eyes steady and intelligent. In her own, understated way, she really was a good-looking cat.
A couple of days after Lilechka’s passing, as I was petting her, the gray kitty raised her head and gave me a look of adoration. As she did, I noticed something strange. There were some bald spots that looked like large red sores on both sides of her mouth, where her whiskers were. I knew something was wrong and I tried to look closer. But she didn’t want to stay still. I asked for my hubby’s help and together we were able to determine that those indeed were raw sores flanking her mouth on both sides.
“Sweetie,” I addressed the kitty. “Has someone been abusing you? Has someone plucked your whiskers out and made these sores?” The kitty looked at us, but said nothing. We decided to examine her closer to make sure she was alright otherwise. I scratched her under her chin to help her relax, and as I did, I felt a large patch of missing fur on her upper front chest. It wasn’t noticeable when you looked at her, being covered by the rest of her fur, unless you literally stumbled upon it.
I parted the fur to examine the bald patch. It was covered by tough skin and appeared to have healed. “It’s probably an old battle wound,” commented my hubby. “And the sores around her mouth could be from lack of good nutrition, and stress.”
“I hope it’s not something worse than that,” I said.
We treated her sores with colloidal silver, a wonderful holistic remedy that worked well on various infections. For years we successfully treated Lilechka whenever she would get an eye infection, which she was prone to in her later years. A small drop of colloidal silver got rid of such infection in one day.
I turned to the kitty. “Darling, if anyone is mistreating you wherever you live, you are welcome to come and stay here any time. We’ll protect you.” She looked at me steadily, and as she did, an idea floated into my mind.
“Wait a minute,” I said, trying to lift her. “I think I know why she eats so much.” She was heavy and being used to Lilechka’s feather-weight, I couldn’t hold her as she started slipping out of my hands. But I lifted her enough to see her tummy.
There were protruding pink nipples covering her entire underside. Our mystery cat was a nursing mommy.
I looked her in the eye and said again, “Sweetie, you can come here for food any time, or if you need anything else, just let us know. We’ll take care of you.”
Next morning, she showed up earlier than usual.
“You are early today, sweetie,” I told her. “We haven’t started cooking chicken yet.”
“Mew,” she replied. That was the first time I’d ever heard her voice. It was a nice, melodic sound, if a bit low. “Mew,” she said again and did something that reminded me of Lilechka. When Lila wanted us to follow her somewhere, she would mew, look at us, then jerk her head in the direction she wanted us to go and start running in that direction. It sounded like, “C’mon, follow me, I need to show you something important over there.” We loved it when she did it. It was just so awfully cute.
This cat did something very similar. I followed her as she led me to the azalea bushes in the front yard. She glanced at me periodically to make sure I was with her.
“What did you want to show me, darling?” I asked, as we approached our blooming azaleas, which covered the entire perimeter of the front porch, providing a splash of color and lots of added privacy. She silently stood facing the bushes, as if saying, “Just look inside.”
I obediently crouched down in front of the low stone wall framing the bushes and peered inside the dense vegetation. In the murky depths of our azaleas I saw movement. When I looked closer, I clearly distinguished two tiny kittens who made themselves comfortable in the roomy shelter of the bush. One was gray, with very unusual wide swirly stripes, and another black, with charming snow cap paws and a matching white ascot, similar to Lilechka’s. I looked at the kittens mesmerized, while they made themselves comfortable inside the bush, staring back at me.
“Wow, darling, you do have kittens, and they are so pretty. You are a lucky momma.” I called my hubby and we both marveled at the kittens. She listened to our superlatives with delight and smiled. As her smile got wider, I noticed that her mouth sores were starting to heal. I made a mental note to keep treating her with silver.
“Ok,” I said. “Looks like they are safe in the bush for now. We’ll figure out later where to put them. Now, how about I go cook some chicken for you. Clearly you need to eat for three. No wonder you’ve been so ravenous.”
I went back inside to make her some chicken, while she silently disappeared. One hour later, she still wasn’t in the back porch, which was strange. I went to the front to check up on the two kittens. When I looked inside the azalea bush, there were four kittens.
I examined the street to see if she was around. Instead of our new kitty friend, I saw a lady who walked up to me and said, “This gray cat has been bringing her kittens to your front yard all morning, did you know? I live at the end of the street and I’ve noticed her walking past my window, carrying them one by one in her mouth. She just carried one and dropped him on the street. He was probably the heaviest. Then she picked him up again and kept hauling him here.”
“Yes,” I said, “I told her to bring them here. They seem to need a home and they are welcome to stay.”
I went back to the kitchen, and several minutes later, she was in the back porch, hungrier than ever. After she ate, we both went to the front and now there were five kittens playing and sleeping inside that welcoming azalea bush.
“You are so smart, aren’t you,” I said to her. “You first made sure we realized that you were a nursing mommy. Then you brought us two of your cutest babies, to make sure we liked them. I notice that the first two kittens are also the smallest, so they were the easiest to carry. You played your hand carefully and made sure we wouldn’t object. After you saw how happy we were to see them, you brought the rest. I admire your strategic talents, sweetie.”
She sat and looked at me, smiling mysteriously. And at that moment her name popped into my head. I knew that she should definitely be called Lola.
From that moment on, Lola and her kittens stayed with us. At first we were unprepared for such an invasion. But the days were lovely, and getting warmer, and the six cats really enjoyed our front porch.
Lola and her five kittens sleeping on our porch:
For years, Lilechka remained our only kitty. We were completely unequipped to deal with six cats. While we were thinking where and how to best accommodate them, the playing kittens and their momma on our front porch attracted a lot of attention from the neighbors. Mobs of people began ogling them standing by our low front stone wall. People climbed up onto the porch to take their pictures and to leave them some food. Someone started dropping open cans with cat food into the bushes, probably thinking they were starving, thus polluting our property. More than once we had to clean out those cans of dirty food from the bushes.
No question, the kittens and Lola were adorable. But it was really getting out of control. We were forced to hang a sign: “Private property, no trespassing!”
To get away from the curious crowds, we got busy organizing a play pen for Lola’s brood in the back porch. We also continued cooking daily for the nursing momma-cat. As she continued nursing, she ate so much that at one point we made her chicken three times a day. The kittens were starting to eat regular food as well. We welcomed being constantly busy. It took our minds off our sudden loss. Only at night the sorrow for Lilechka came flooding back.
I started spending more time playing, taking pictures and shooting videos of the playing kittens, who grew happy and were getting more and more adorable by the minute. Lola was happy too, seeing her kittens well fed and playful.
As I observed them, I started giving them names that went with their personalities and looks. The very first kitten Lola brought to us became my favorite. He was the best adjusted of all, the most playful and the cutest. I named him Tigger for his cuteness and bold swirly stripes.
This is Tigger:
The second kitten she brought to us became Yin-Yang for his striking black fur and contrasting white ascot and paws.
This is Yin-Yang:
More pics of Yin-Yang and Tigger, who loved to hang out together, and Lola the mommy cat:
Then there was Shadow, who was completely black, undoubtedly taking after his daddy.
This is Shadow:
The last two were very close in coloring. They were definitely momma’s boys. One had striped markings similar to Lola’s, but his fur had a grayish-peach shade. I named him Peach. The last kitten – the one that was the heaviest, and whom Lola dropped while carrying him to our home, had a pretty bluish-gray shade to his fur. He also had very striking blue eyes. All five kittens had gorgeous blue eyes, but that one stood out. After much hesitation, I finally settled on calling him Blue.
All five kittens sleeping together on our porch, Blue and Peach are upfront:
Lola nursing the kittens. Right to left: Peach, Blue and Yin-Yang are on top:
We sometimes gathered on the front porch and watched the kittens play with each other, or eat, or simply rest huddled together, in one big fluffy fur ball.
One day several people walked up to our porch and told us Lola’s story. They lived a block away. Their neighbor had a cat who had a litter. Lola was one of that litter. When the woman moved away, she took her cat with her, but left the litter behind. The poor kitties had to fend for themselves. These nice people let Lola stay on their porch with her kittens. But their house was already full with their own several cats and a dog, so they couldn’t let her inside.
Generally, their quarters were cramped and not in very good condition. No wonder our smart Lola chose to move to our house.
“She is much better off here,” said the man. “You have no idea how crowded it is on our side. Everyone has at least a few cats. They are vying for space and food. But here, there is so much more space and privacy for them.”
As we were talking, the kittens played on the grass. “They are happy here,” he added.
“They’ve moved up the social ladder,” his wife joked.
As we talked, a car pulled up to the curb. A woman came out, explaining that she had been bringing food for the kittens. I thanked her, asking her not to do that any more as they were fully taken care of.
The cat lady explained that she was helping stray kittens to be neutered and adopted into good homes. After Lola stops nursing, she said, her kittens and herself need to be taken to the vet and neutered. And I can help them get adopted as well, she added.
She would help pay, she said, to take Lola and the kittens to the vet. They needed to do some tests to see if they had worms.
“They have no worms,” I blurted out. “I guarantee it. I would have felt it if Lola or the kittens did. She is generally very healthy,” I added, “except for those terrible mouth sores.”
I explained that when Lola first showed up she had raw sores around her mouth, but after we treated them with silver, they vanished within two days. She looked at me incredulously. It appears she had never heard about colloidal silver, or that sores could be gone so fast.
I thanked her and took her number. Still mourning Lilechka, at that point we were uncertain how we wanted to proceed. We knew that Lola was a precious kitty, who could make anyone very happy. The kittens, especially my favorite Tigger, were adorable, and we didn’t see any problem finding them loving homes, if we had to.
The six cats were a handful. They kept us busy all day as we moved furniture and re-purposed our huge back porch as a cozy playpen for the kittens and our dinette as their feeding area. But keeping ourselves busy and being around all that young, pulsing energy let us forget our sudden loss.
We were extremely grateful for the distraction, realizing now full well our Princess Lila masterminded her last gift of Lola and the kittens. Lilechka knew we would be heartbroken losing her; she anticipated we would need a distraction, and she obviously wanted to help Lola get a better home. The young and playful energy of Lola’s kittens, and Lola’s calm and grateful demeanor did a lot to make us feel better.
We stopped feeling guilty, irrationally second guessing ourselves about what we could have done differently to keep Lilechka alive a bit longer. We now understood that she knew it was her time to go and that she went in the exact way and at the exact time she had wanted.
As the always hungry five kittens and their nursing mommy kept us working, we noticed that a healing of the recent wound started taking place. Again I marveled at how amazingly everything fell into place. If not for Lola and her kittens, the wound could have festered a lot longer and with much more pain.
We also marveled at how well Lila and Lola organized the whole thing, how gently and gradually, only when we were ready, Lola broke the news of her kittens to us.
We toyed with the idea of keeping Lola and Tigger, while getting the rest adopted. As all six started feeling quite at home in our house, wandering around and exploring, I couldn’t stop being amazed at how smart Lola was, almost Princess Lila smart. She would silently ask me to take a tour of the house, jerking her head in the direction of the second floor and looking back at me – are you with me? As she walked into a room, she would look up at me as if saying, I could see myself in this room. What about you?
I really wanted to. Yet, every time I looked at her, I saw Lilechka.
It was still too close, and too raw. I would never look at Lola on her own merits, I realized. This rare feline, so beautifully calm, intelligent, caring and brave, deserved more than just being Princess Lila’s shadow. Lola and I often had silent conversations. She was good at silent communication – that I noticed since her stealth psychic exchanges with Princess Lila. I was pretty sure Lola knew how I felt.
We also knew that within a couple of years we would be moving again. Our many moves were always hard on our Lilechka, but she bravely endured them, for us. I didn’t want to do this to Lola and Tigger.
We finally decided to foster them while Lola was nursing, and then give them all up for adoption to good homes with the help of the nice cat lady we had met. We got attached to our six kitties and we knew we would miss them terribly. But it was the best and most reasonable thing to do for all.
Clearly, the Cat Goddess, assisted by the fairy godmother, Princess Lila, was looking out for our Lola and her kittens. This, once upon a time abandoned, homeless kitty, who had to survive on someone’s dilapidated porch even in the coldest of winters, had experienced a complete turnaround.
Lola and Tigger were adopted together by the cat lady’s friend, who had a big yard and lots of space for them to roam around. Yin-Yang and Blue were adopted together by another family, for their little girl and boy. Shadow, the black kitten, was adopted right away as well. Peach lingered the longest, but later he was also adopted by a nice family.
Lola’s terrible mouth sores had completely healed and we spoiled her so much with all that chicken that in the end she couldn’t look at it any more. The vet who neutered her gave her a clean bill of health. No worms, no sores, no problems. The kittens were as healthy and happy as they could be. How did you do it? The cat lady and the vet asked us. It appeared they expected worms and other problems.
We thought we didn’t really do anything special. Perhaps we just poured out on Lola and her kittens all the love that was once reserved for Lilechka.
And love heals all.
This is part of the story of Princess Lila and her many gifts. I hope you enjoyed the inspiring tale of Lola and her five kittens. One day, I plan to publish a book about Lilechka, whose working title is PRINCESS LILA’S LAST GIFT.
We expect to be moving again next year. It will be a big move and we’ve decided to hold off on adopting a kitty till after we’ve settled down. My hubby wants an orange kitty (he has always been secretly in love with Garfield). I am dreaming of a white kitty. Two would be nice, so they can play with each other, but maybe we’ll also get a black kitty as well, to remind us of Princess Lila’s cosmic spirit as a giant Black Panther (read about that in Princess Lila and I).
Three kitties are even better than two, don’t you think? 😉
We are keeping our options open, while keeping our eyes and ears open as well. We know, our life will lead us to the right kitties at the right time.
For now, when we go for our long walks around the city, we meet a lot of beautiful cats of all colors and breeds. They usually run to us and we get to pet them to our – and their – hearts content. These precious kitties would run to me and my hubby, their tails up in the air, with a little curl at the tip (a sign of respect); they would roll on the ground, exposing their belly and asking to be petted. They would snuggle against our legs and jump on our lap. The city where we live is kind and welcoming, and local house kitties feel quite at home on its shady streets. On our walks we also meet a lot of beautiful dogs and get to pet them, too.
It always amazes me how much unconditional love animals have. They pour out all that affection on us, humans, asking for very little in return – that we love them back.
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As a big animal lover, in my books animals and pets play a prominent role.
STEPFORD USA is a charming and humorous mystery. It’s in big part about a smart cat named Princess Lily and brave dog named James.
Princess Lily makes a comeback in the Amazon/Kindle bestselling sequel mystery thriller GOLD TRAIN (Accidental Spy Russia Adventure).
My short novelette, CATHARSIS (Legend of the Lemurians), in a mystical story of a great cosmic journey, and it’s also about hope and faith against all odds. But in big part, it is also a warning against destructive human behavior, containing a description of what can happen when humans have the wrong priorities and when they completely stop caring about animals.
Last, but not least, THE EARTH SHIFTER is a consistently top-rated spiritual and mystical tale of the Earth Shift, through which we all are going at this time. Most of the animals in this novel are the power spirit animals, helping the chosen ones to fulfill their destiny. However, the book also includes a touching real story of the two lost Siberian tigers.
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Use #LightForPets with your personal pet adoption story to help orphan pets find homes.
The Remember Me Thursday® global awareness campaign encourages individuals to light a candle this day (literally or virtually) and to opt to adopt, reducing the millions of orphan pets euthanized each year.
Learn more at http://www.remembermethursday.org.
Unite with pet-lovers and animal welfare organizations around the globe on Thursday, September 24, 2015 (the fourth Thursday of September, annually) , with a worldwide pet candle-lighting ceremony.
The candles, lit on the exact same day across the world, honor the millions of pets who lose their lives without the beneﬁt of a loving home and shine a light on the millions of healthy pets who are still awaiting adoption.
These people are angels. Hope for Paws’ Eldad Hagar is one of those I mentioned in my recent article: Feminism vs. Sacred Feminine – Male Chauvinism vs. Sacred Masculine as an example of the manifest Sacred Masculine on our planet.
Not knowing the people’s intentions, look how the brother tries to protect his little sister! Such nice little sweeties.
Golden Retrievers are probably the kindest, nicest dogs in existence. How is it even possible that someone would abandon such treasure? And it appears the dog was abused, judging by her fear of humans.
But even being scared, she never attacked back and never barked. My heart melted when I saw her covering her eyes, like a scared little child. Every dog is a gift. But Golden Retrievers are just so magical and intrinsically benevolent that they stand out.
We do lots of walks and it just so happened that in our recent walks we’ve met a lot of Golden Retrievers. They always are the kindest and most huggable doggies imaginable. Usually, both dogs and cats we meet in our long walks run to us and we get to do a lot of petting.
To me, Golden Retrievers are a dog equivalent of dolphins because of their always positive, benevolent attitude and lovely disposition.
Blessings to all!
My next post in the LILECHKA series is coming soon. It’s about Princess Lila’s amazing last gift. Stay tuned!
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This and the following week’s posts are dedicated to my beloved friend and companion of almost 20 years, Princess Lila, known affectionately at home as Lilechka. Today, on August 9, 2015, Lilechka would have turned 21. She passed just a few months short of her 20th birthday, last year.
Lilechka looked young, was active and sharp till almost the very last week. I was stunned and completely unprepared to her passing, and it took me a long time to get over it. I didn’t see it coming – I didn’t want to see… Meanwhile, Lilechka made it as easy for me as possible on so many amazing and unbelievable levels! Throughout my life I have experienced so many of Princess Lila’s gifts, all unique and precious in their own way.
Princess Lila (Lilechka) August 9, 1994 — April 29, 2014
But the biggest of them all was the gift she left when she knew she was about to leave us. The love and beauty she poured out those last weeks of her life were incredible. Her practically heroic behavior the last two days before her passing to make it easier for me, is something I will never forget. And the gift she left behind… is the stuff of legends.
It took me a long time to be able to sit down and start putting all this in writing, and it’s still hard. But deep down, I have been thinking about it since last year. The idea of the book was born almost immediately after she passed. I am starting to write this book, whose working title is Princess Lila’s Last Gift. I hope I will be able to release it next year.
Between this and the posts I plan to publish in the following weeks, I am offering you a glimpse of Lilechka’s story.
When Lilechka was about 17, my hubby and I did a Psychic Q&A. This is a session in which I go into Alpha/Theta state and he asks me questions about the future. Psychic Q&A is my invention, and it capitalizes well on my gift of claircognizance, which means ‘clear knowing.’ Responses simply pop up in my head as knowledge. In some ways it’s clearer than clairvoyance, although it includes the elements of clairvoyance and clairaudience.
In that session one of the questions my hubby asked was whether Lilechka would be with us past her 20th birthday. Lilechka was still going strong at the time, but she was getting on with age and sometimes we both secretly wondered how long we had left with our beloved familiar. The three of us were so close that we sometimes jokingly referred to ourselves as the Holy Trinity.
Question: ‘Will Lilechka be with us past her 20th birthday?’
I heard my voice answering: ‘No, she will pass just short of her 20th.’
‘No?’ replied my hubby, taken aback.
‘No,’ I repeated sadly. ‘She won’t live past her 20th.’
This made us both sad and we wrapped up our Psychic Q&A. I thought a few times about that episode, but life went on, Lilechka kept healthy and strong, and with everything else that was happening in life, we forgot all about my prediction.
We only remembered it after Lilechka was no longer with us.
We had a good, long life together, Lilechka and I. We met well before I met my husband.
Lilechka is a Russian American kitty, born August 9, 1994; her striking tortoiseshell, lily flower-like fur caused her at birth to be named Tiger Lily. Her mommy, a Russian kitty called Diana, lived in Massachusetts and had a litter from the local tomcat. All kittens were adorable, but Lilechka was the cutest. Everyone who came to adopt the kittens wanted her. Soon, the hostess was forced to hang the sign:
Tiger Lily is spoken for
(she is a gift for a little girl’s birthday)
Like myself, Lilechka was a traveler, adventurer and explorer. When she was only 3 months old, she was riding a bus. My neighbor, that same nine-year-old girl to whom Lily was promised as a birthday gift, was taking her home in a small holed box lined with a towel. In the middle of a 3-hour trip, Lily got out of the box and decided to explore the bus. When the tearful girl discovered Lily was gone, the whole bus frantically searched for her in every nook and cranny.
The girl’s parents were away and they asked me to meet their daughter and her nanny, who accompanied her on the trip. When I met them at the New York Bus Terminal, the little girl was still shaken and in tears, but Lily was safely back in her box.
Soon after, the family moved away and the little girl quickly forgot the kitty over whom she once cried. And the kitty… became one of the biggest gifts of my life.
It happens sometimes that certain people enter our lives to deliver precious gifts, and after they do, they leave forever. More than once such a thing happened in my life.
The original Tiger Lily name somehow fell by the wayside. I called her Lily Cat, or affectionately, Lilechka. Lilechka always was a small and dainty kitty. Till old age she always kept her model-like girlish figure and excellent health. She weighed on average only 8-9 pounds. But as she grew and developed, behind that small frame, I saw a great spirit emerge.
Lilechka’s favorite place: on my desk, helping me with my work!
Lila’s favorite place – mommy’s desk next to plants and sunshine; beloved pastime – meditating on her favorite pillow
Lila, the Agatha Christie fan: Having worked hard, we both relax to watch 4:50 from Paddington. Well… I watch, while Lilechka enjoys her well-deserved nap on her favorite pillow, on top of her favorite desk, close to her favorite human 😉
Lila, the Cosmic Panther
As Lilechka grew older and wiser, her spirit started manifesting as that of a giant Cosmic Black Panther – the great protectress of the Universe, who travels stealthily and benevolently across the stars. Lila, the Cosmic Panther has a beautiful sparkling crown made of stars, and huge, strikingly shimmering green eyes.
As I started clearly seeing Lily as the Cosmic Panther, her name naturally morphed into Princess Lila. Lila means Divine Cosmos (Divine Creation) in Sanscrit, so it’s very fitting.
After she passed, Lila started appearing to me as the Cosmic Panther that she really was. It’s amazing that such a small, 8-pound kitty could embody such great spirit and leave such an indelible trace in one’s life.
In memoriam: Celebrating her life!
4/30/2014, one day after Lilechka left us. My desk. Lights and computer off. Her favorite pillows where she loved to sleep; flowers and golden orgone pyramid in her honor…
4/30/2014. Flowers for Lilechka, overlooking the blossoming garden where she loved to be in the last days of her life
I wish I took more pictures and did more videos of Lilechka.
Still, she did star as the Halloween Cat, in my video
The video isn’t spooky at all. It’s humorous and funny. Check it out!
She also appeared in the role of a sassy, smart and heroic cat Princess Lily in my first mystery STEPFORD USA (Accidental Spy Small Town Adventure) – ebook now happens to be on big sale on Amazon for only $1.49. It’s an easy read, great for cat and dog lovers, and lovers of light mysteries with happy endings and humor.
Princess Lily later returned as a cameo character, psychically connected to the heroine Jade Snow, in GOLD TRAIN (Accidental Spy Russia Adventure).
We had many adventures together, Lilechka and I. The story above is one of the stories I plan to include in my future book, Princess Lila’s Last Gift (I hope to finish and publish it next year).
Coming in September to Lada Ray Blog: the incredible story of Lilechka’s precious last gift.
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Wishing you all a wonderful and loving weekend!
This weekend is dedicated to my beloved friend and companion of almost 20 years, Princess Lila, aka, Lilechka. Lilechka would have turned 21 on August 9 this year. She passed just a few months short of her 20th birthday, last year.
This weekend I will have more posts dedicated to Lilechka.
Lilechka, I miss you. Eternal love and blessings always!
For a huge animal lover, and especially cat lover such as myself, this is terrible to hear!
I recently fostered an abandoned cat, whom I called Lola and her 5 kittens, until we were able to find nice homes for all of them. This is a beautiful story. I will eventually have it in print, together with lots of pics!
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Goal: Don’t unnecessarily murder two million feral cats.
Australia recently announced a plan to kill two million feral cats in the country because they are “harmful,” despite the fact that animal rights groups say this won’t do much to help.
The Australian Environment Minister claims the cats will be killed humanely, but is there really a way to murder innocent animals who are just trying to survive? French actress Brigitte Bardot condemned the minister’s plan in an open letter, saying, “This animal genocide is inhumane and ridiculous. In addition to being cruel, killing these cats is absolutely useless since the rest of them will keep breeding.”
Bardot said the money set to murder innocent animals would be better used to sterilize them and decrease the population in that nonviolent way. The government plans to shoot and poison…
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This post is about Khakassia, Siberia – a hidden cultural and archeological gem, full of treasured forbidden history monuments and home to incredible shamanic throat singining. Khakassia is now being rebuilt, while struggling to overcome tragic consequences of the recent forest fire.
Khakassia is a small autonomous republic in southern Siberia, Russian Federation; population about 500,000. It’s located between the large metropolises of Novosibirsk and Krasnoyarsk.
Map of the Russian Federation – Khakassia is in red
Just like the nearby Tyva and other mystical stretches of Siberia and the Far East, Khakassia is the realm of ancient shamans, famous for its one-of-a-kind throat singing. This land of steppes and forests resembles an open-air museum, the keeper of mysteries of our true past. It is called the archeological Mecca of Siberia, with 30,000 stonehenges, remnants of ancient cities and fortresses, kurgan pyramids as burial sites, and rock engravings strewn all over Khakassian steppes.
Khakassia primordial stone engravings
Sunduki, Khakassia: 16,000 year old stone monuments – kurgans/pyramids
The primordial rocks dotting the landscape are sacred ancestral energy portals commonly found in Siberia, Crimea, Caucasus and all over Russia. The British Stonehenge was made famous, but you could say that the entire Russia is one giant Stonehenge. Some of these ancient portals are still awaiting their discovery.
Khakassian stonehenges, Siberia, Russia
Recently, Khakassia experienced a terrible tragedy. An unusually dry and warm weather for this time of year resulted in a giant forest fire. This fire was carried by the improbably strong winds, reaching 30 m/second. Since the traditional construction material of choice in the forested northern parts of Khakassia is wood, a number of local villages burned down, leaving thousands displaced.
Meet Ruslan Gurude, amazing shamanic singer from Khakassia.
Ruslan Gurude (Ivakin) is a multi-talented economist, singer and composer from Khakassia. During the first show of the New Star («Новая Звезда») All-Russia singing competition, he amazed both audience and judges with his powerful performance of a Khakassian shamanic song. His incredible throat singing, common for these parts, but interpreted by Ruslan in a fresh and unique way, left his audience in awe.
Gurude (emphasis on ‘e’) showed an equally beautiful and unique singing in Round 2 and in semi-finals, all three times receiving the maximum score of 100.
Just before the semi-finals Gurude received a call from his family that despite all the state and local authorities’ precautions, his native village and his ancestral home burned down as the 30 m/second wind carried fire from the nearby forest.
Thanks to the «Новая Звезда» competition, Gurude’s singing already made an impression internationally. He was invited by UNESCO to sing at the organization’s headquarters in Geneva, as well as Paris and several other European cities.
The New Star is a brand new competition. It is unique and advanced in its own right. Every region of Russia (every subject of the Federation) gets to send one representative. What has especially impressed me is this: a brief film about each Russian region (87 in total) is presented to the audience before singers’ performances, which allows each oblast and autonomy to promote its beauty, treasures and acomplishments, while people from all over the country get the chance to re-discover for themselves various far away corners of their vast and varied Motherland.
The New Star competition has five judges, who are famous singers, artistic directors and composers. Center stage represents a star with five lit rays. Each judge can choose to turn off his/her ray, thus taking away 20 points from a competitor. Citizens all over the country can also vote and thus help their favorite singer to advance, or not. Any genre is welcome, from folk and shamanic, to rock, pop, classic and opera. Singers sing in Russian, but also in languages of their origin, as well as in foreign languages. English and Spanish are popular. This competition allows talented people from all over the country get noticed.
Gurude is one of my personal favorites. I am charmed and impressed with his talent and multi-dimensional, cosmic presentation. There are several singers I am rooting for, but I will be happy if Gurude wins.
The competition level is very high and there are many wonderful singers, including a couple of other smashing throat singers from Chukotka and Buryatia. I’ll post their videos soon.
I think our only salvation from the mindless, mind-numbing pop that is flooding stage and TV screens all over the world is this kind of genuine, authentic folk singing. The future is the kind of singing that is encoded with our genetic memory. This is what the world needs to listen to in order to awaken and recall our real roots. It is up to us to decode it and remember the truth…
Gurude Round 1: Mirage in the Steppe – in Khakassian. “Степной мираж”. Играет на флейте (хобрах) Гурудэ (Руслан Ивакин, республика Хакассия). Новая звезда
Gurude Round 2: North Wind – in Russian. Новая Звезда – 2 тур – Гурудэ (Хакасия) “Северный ветер”
This post is part of my 70 YEARS OF THE GREAT VICTORY MARATHON. (You can see all posts under category: 70 Years of Great Victory)
LadaRayLive 11. Germans Are Coming to Crimea (in German w. English/Russian subs) – my authored English translation.
Some in Germany are awake…and singing. Two spunky German retirees didn’t believe Western MSM and decided to see for themselves what’s really going on in Crimea. ‘Around Crimea in 20 days’ cycling tour and a cool song that went viral, were born. The tour (May 9 – 29, 2015) is planned to coincide with the 70th anniversary of the Great Victory in WWII over fascism, which will be celebrated on May 9 everywhere in Russia and many other countries. It will be celebrated with a great parade in Sevastopol, where our German friends will begin their tour. Want to join? You are invited – more in the video.
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There are lots of beautiful holidays in the world. March 8 is one of my personal favorites. To me it’s associated with spring, smiles, and the intoxicating fragrance of tulips, delicate bells of the lily of the valley and sweetness of the mimosa flowers.
On March 8 the world celebrates the International Women’s Day. This holiday started over 100 years ago in Russia as a celebration of women’s rights and anti-war movement. Years later it became popular the world over as a holiday for women of all ages, when mothers, wives and daughters can kick back and allow themselves to be treated as pampered goddesses, letting men do the chores, bring them flowers, lavish them with massages and tickets to sold-out shows.
Find out how this holiday is celebrated in Russia and beyond from my eternally popular piece on Lada Ray Blog, combining history, reflections, memories and rare images: March 8, Happy International Women’s Day! (Note, as the International Women’s Day has been maligned and misinterpreted terribly in the US and some other Western countries, I highly recommend you read the above piece. It will put lots of things in perspective. Also read comments, in which people from various countries relay their experiences.)
To me, March 8 is the contemporary way of honoring the sacred feminine. But first and foremost, this is the holiday of the awakening of spring and the celebration of beauty and peace.
I don’t know about you, but on March 8, my house will be full of my favorite tulips, despite the dreary cold and snow piles outside. Too bad lily of the valley isn’t available in North America. But who is to say we can’t have a virtual March 8 celebration right here, on my blog!
I am wishing you lots of joy and flowers, love and beauty, and happy smiles this spring and always.
More than anything, I wish you PEACE. I wish you inner peace and strength to be yourself in all that life presents to you. Shine your light, love and understanding – today, the world needs it more than ever.
I also wish peace to your home, especially, if you live in an area stricken by a gruesome war.
Dear women, please enjoy all the flowers in the world!