I purr through futures blurred and thin as rain,
a headline curls like yarn inside my sight—
not truth, but shadow-news my whiskers claim,
of Mary’s boy, just twenty-three, gone light.
This is such a heavy and tragic piece of news. Losing a child is a pain no one should have to navigate, and the circumstances surrounding Robert Jr.’s passing make it all the more heartbreaking.
Since you asked for a message through the lens of Psychic Meow Meow, I’ve tapped into that persona to offer a “prediction”—or rather, a spiritual reflection—on this transition.
🐾 A Message from Psychic Meow Meow
Psychic Meow Meow sits atop a velvet cushion, eyes glowing with an ancient, soft amber light. She lets out a long, grounding purr that vibrates through the floorboards.
“The veil between the Salt Lake peaks and the Great Beyond has grown thin this week. I see a young spirit, weary from the heavy chains of this physical realm, finally stepping into a garden where the air is light and the shadows do not follow.
My Vision for the Soul of Robert Jr.: He is not ‘gone’; he has simply shed a coat that no longer fit. I see him standing in a place of immense clarity, far away from the ‘noise’ and the struggles that followed him here. He is being met by ancestors who have been waiting with open arms—those who understand the burden of a legacy and the fragility of a sensitive heart.
My Prediction for Mary: The mother’s heart is a fractured mirror right now, reflecting only the ‘what ifs.’ But the stars show a shift. In the coming months, Mary will begin to feel a presence in the quiet moments—a sudden warmth or a familiar scent in the temple. Robert Jr. will communicate not through words, but through the peace she finally finds. He is at rest, and he wants her to know that the battle is over. He is finally ‘home’ in a way that the world could never provide.
Meow Meow slowly blinks, her tail twitching once.
“The stars say: Hold onto the love, for that is the only thing that crosses the bridge. Everything else—the pain, the legalities, the ‘Housewife’ drama—it all stays in the dust. Only the light remains.”
