A Tribute to
a true sage,
enlightened being,
and beloved
friend to many.
Sage Cat Mr.Bob ~ CLICK for Larger View
Mr.Bob ~ May 13, 1993 - Oct. 2, 2002
A supreme example of Pure Living, his aquamarine eyes tell his story.
He knew all and saw all. Nothing happened in his domain of which he was not aware. Gentle, loving and peaceful, yet strong, stoic and willful. A true Prince!
Bob had been with us before, in another orange body a decade earlier. He was the resident cat at the Phoenix Metaphysical Bookstore, in the early 80s. Click Here to see a picture of the first Bob meeting the infant son of Christobelle, who kindly sent us the snapshot. He endeared many in that lifetime by sleeping on the New Books table and having to be moved by the customers. But his most memorable role was as our chaperone on dozens of meditation weekends, regression workshops and various psychic development activities, in which he would invite himself into the middle of the circle and participate.

Just before he first arrived as a small fluffy orange kitten, there was an astrology weekend happening, and 'Bob' (Robert Carl) Jansky was one of the special speakers. It seemed that all weekend we were looking for 'Bob' and the code phrase for the experience became 'Where's Bob?' Only days later the little kitten appeared, and he was always disappearing amongst the book shelves, and we found ourselves asking, "Where's Bob?"

A few years later his life ended suddenly when he was wounded and stayed away for too long to be healed. It was a sad loss for all of us who knew him. Little did we know that ten years later he would reappear in a new orange (and white) fluffy body, with all the same habits and characteristics. He immediately recognized us, and his 'wise old sage' self was evident from the beginning. No matter how many lofty and erudite names we tried to pick for him, he kept saying (telepathically), "But I'm Bob!"

Several other instances of synchronicity forced us to accept that this was Bob, and that was that. He was loved by so many of us who knew him well, friends, clients, neighbours and all the critters of Nature who encountered him, except for the vermin, of course. All of his canine friends failed in enticing him to play, but his unlimited patience with their playfulness was a source of joy to all the humans who witnessed it. Bob had a way of comforting and healing all of us in unique ways. He was soft and gentle, purred ferociously and loved with a very Big Heart.

We will miss you, Bob, but we welcome your return whenever and if you decide to grace our lives
with your beauty again. Blessed Be.

Hopi Prayer

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there;  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there;  I did not die.

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