“Where the mind becomes quiet, the Divine begins to speak.”
I don’t know exactly when Cassie became my guide.
At first, she was simply a cat: a gentle presence, silent footsteps, a gaze that seems to see beyond my thoughts. Then one day, as I sat in stillness, she came and settled beside me. No sound. No demand.
Just there.
And I understood: Cassie was meditating with me.
1) Entering the Silence: Cassie and the Breath
In Hinduism, peace is not an escape from the world—it is a way of moving through it.
When I sit down, back straight, hands open, Cassie rests near my knee like a small living statue.
Her purring becomes a prayer without words.
Poem – The Mantra of the Purr
She does not speak,
she teaches.
She does not preach,
she shows.
In the breath that rises,
in the breath that falls,
Cassie turns silence
into a beating temple.
2) Hinduism as a River: A Thousand Paths Toward the One
Hinduism is vast. It is not a single doorway, but a landscape.
It speaks of dharma (the righteous path), karma (the law of actions), moksha (liberation), and the presence of the Divine everywhere.
Sometimes I feel Cassie already knows.
When she closes her eyes, she does not abandon the world—she listens to it.
Sacred Text (inspired) – The Eternal Within Us
In India’s teachings, it is said that the deepest Self is not fear.
It is the light behind the light.
“You are That.”
(Mahāvākya—great saying of wisdom: “Tat Tvam Asi”)
I repeat it softly.
And Cassie, as if answering, stretches one paw and becomes still.
3) The Simple Prayer: Cassie and Devotion
In Hinduism, there is a tender and powerful path: bhakti, devotion.
It is not only reciting.
It is loving.
It is remembering.
It is offering.
I offer my breath.
Cassie offers her presence.
Poem – Bhakti in a Bedroom
I have no bell,
no grand altar,
no fresh flowers
to lay before the sky.
I have an inner lamp,
a heart that can feel heavy,
and Cassie watching over me
like a mantra of love.
4) A Story in the Present: Cassie Becomes Guru
One evening, I was tired.
My mind was spinning like a wheel that never stops.
I sat down anyway.
Because Hinduism also teaches this: practice does not depend on perfection.
Cassie came.
She sat in front of me.
She looked straight into my eyes.
And in that gaze, I felt something immense:
No judgment.
No demand.
Only an invitation.
To return.
To breathe.
To be.
Poem – The Gaze That Sets Free
In her eyes there is no yesterday,
no tomorrow.
There is only a now
held in her hand.
And I remember:
I am not my storms.
I am the space
where they come to rest.
5) Karma and Gentleness: Learning to Act Without Clinging
Hinduism teaches: do your action, but do not cling to the result.
It is a wisdom of fire.
Cassie teaches it to me in her own way.
She jumps.
She misses sometimes.
She tries again.
She does not build a story around failure.
She lives.
Sacred Text (inspired) – Pure Action
“You have the right to action, but not to the fruits of action.”
(Bhagavad-Gītā—teaching on righteous action)
I read it in a low voice.
And Cassie blinks.
As if she were saying:
Yes. Do. Breathe. Continue.
6) Meditating with Cassie: A Practice in 7 Breaths
Here is what we do—Cassie and I.
Simple, respectful, alive.
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I sit down.
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I place one hand on my heart.
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I close my eyes.
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Cassie comes closer (or not—she stays free).
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I inhale and think: “I return to peace.”
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I exhale and think: “I give thanks.”
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I remain there—just there—with her.
Poem – Seven Breaths, One World
One breath to quiet the noise,
one breath to open the night,
one breath to let it pass,
one breath to stop the fight,
one breath to offer my heart,
one breath to feel the glow,
one breath to say in silence:
Cassie is my presence.
7) The Divine in the Ordinary: Cassie as a Symbol
In Hinduism, the sacred is not only in temples.
It is in water.
In flame.
In breath.
And sometimes…
In a cat.
Cassie is not a goddess.
Cassie is not an idol.
But for me, she is a living reminder:
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of patience,
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of awareness,
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of tenderness,
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and of the present moment.
Poem – The Four-Pawed Temple
She walks like a prayer,
across the floor of my home.
Each step is a light,
each silence, a sacred poem.
And I slowly learn
to stop searching elsewhere:
the sky is here, now,
when I breathe with my heart.
Conclusion: Cassie, My Living Mantra
When I meditate with Cassie, I am not putting on a show.
I am not trying to prove anything.
I am trying to return.
To peace.
To truth.
To what is wider than me.
And if Hinduism has taught me that the Divine can take a thousand forms,
Cassie has taught me this:
the deepest form is sometimes the simplest.
May my mind become clear.
May my heart become gentle.
May my life become an offering.
And may Cassie, my guru cat,
continue to meditate with me.
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