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The cat, the moon and the memories.
-by Jemimus
There had been many a Jellicle ball before, but none like this one, for something
was about to happen, something very special.
Her name was Jemima. She was just a kitten, but she was more than that, much more.
From the day she was born she was destined to do great things. She had been
blessed with an understanding of things no other cats could dream of..., and she didn't
even know it yet.
She grew up like any other kitten. She was playful and happy, she could find fun in
anything she did.
Her best friends were Etcetera, Victoria and Electra, but she never
really fit into that group. Often you would find her alone,
staring at the moon, almost with insight into what was to come.
The moon had been her friend from the very beginning.
She was born under a full moon, and it was somehow connected to her in a way that no one
can fully understand.
She often just stared at it, she could for hours. You could call her name and she would
not hear you,
she'd be far away, captured by the brilliance of the moonlight. Being
Jellicles they all knew the importance of the moon,
but none of them fully understood it's true meaning.
She had been blessed with a knowledge that usually came by great hardship or by great
wisdom.
The moments of happiness.
We had the experience, but missed the meaning.
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
in a different form beyond any meaning
we can assign to happiness.
The past experience revived in the meaning,
is not the experience of one life only,
but of many generations.
- Not forgetting something that is probably quite ineffable.
True happiness is only important if you can understand its meaning.
And in one's struggle to find what happiness means to that individual,
that person will come to realize that happiness is not what one person experiences,
but what everyone experiences, and not just now, but in the past the present and the
future.
Once you understand that true happiness is not defined by a single event,
but by a way of thinking and a way of looking at the world, then happiness will mean so
much more to you.
You can look back at your life and say without a doubt "I was happy then".
And hopefully you still will be. You can find true happiness through the memory of
happiness.
Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight.
Let your memory lead you.
Open up, enter in.
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is,
then a new life will begin.
The moon has always been there. The light and the darkness, the sun and the moon,
the one giving life, the other taking it. And what is a life, but nothing more than
memories.
This is what Jemima understood, perhaps not even consciously.
The moon holds all secrets, all memories. The Jellicles worshipped the moon from the very
beginning.
And very few cats understood; perhaps a cat that had gone trough
great hardship and now could only look back, and another, older than the wind, who had
seen life come and go,
but the memories still stayed.
But all things must end. And as the moon claimed the night, the sun reclaimed the day and
the memories faded away.
As important as the moon may be, Jemima new that there could be no Darkness without light,
no night without dawn.
The Jellicle moon that shed its divine light apon the cats was now slowly being replaced
by the new light, the new life.
Daylight, see the dew on a sunflower,
and a rose that is fading,
roses wither away.
Like the sunflower I yearn to turn my face to the dawn.
I am waiting for the day.
But as bright as the sun may shine, she darkness will always return, the moon will always
shine as brightly as the sun,
and so the memories will live on. As the trees laydown shadows on the ground,
they remind the sun that his time is short.
Sunlight through the trees in summer,
endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading.
Once, along time ago, Grizzabella was happy. This was all that counted to Jemima.
She knew why the other Jellicles dispised this old street cat, she even echoed their own
words, but she could find no wrong in this cat, she felt no hatred against her,
fact she was curious, almost entranced by this old cat. She knew that Grizzabella could
once
again be happy. She had known true happiness, and knew that her memories of that were all
she had left.
Her time was growing short. Grizzabella knew that if these cats
would accept her for what she once was, for her memories of happiness, then they would all
understand.
And when Victoria touched her, Grizzabella knew she had been saved, and
her happiness touched them all.
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From The Veerle Casteleyn
Appreciation Site
