Following on from Lucid Dream of My Familiar I decided to post a blog that would be a tribute to White Rat.
He was a very special rat. He was found by my mum’s friend. She takes abandoned dogs and cats home and takes care of them. This day she was on a walk in the park nearby her home. She noticed group of teenagers putting something on the ground,underneath the bench and walking away. This thing was white and started walking around. As she came closer she realised it was a beautiful white pet rat. She couldn’t leave the little one to his certain death so she took him home. However, having so many cats and dogs to care for, she knew she could not keep the rat. That’s when she thought of us. She knew we love rats and for a few years had kept some as pets, so she phoned my mum.
I was at home that morning. At the time I was too busy playing in my band to attend school Monday to Friday. I was learning at part time school for adults, that runs classes on weekends, once for two weeks. I was the only person who could take the rat home. Once I’d seen him I knew he had to live with me. I put the rat to a box and caught the bus home. In the bus I opened the lid to the box and looked inside. Poor little thing rolled into a ball in the corner of the box. His fur stood on end and he was rocking slightly. I stroked him behind his ear and promised to never leave him. Once we were at home I prepared him a nice, large cage and told him it is now his home. The rat however didn’t want to be left alone at all. I let him sleep under the blanket, beside me. I gave him chocolate and strawberries.
One day I let the rat run free overnight cause I kept him in the cage all day. He came to sleep on my pillow, which became his daily habit. Soon he started joining me for yoga and meditation. He would climb on me once I would sit in asana and sleep for as long as I could stay still. He would sit on my arm when I would meditate in lotus position and he wouldn’t move either, as if he was in meditation. One day he initiated himself fully as my familiar by stealing cake of light from my altar.
He also started joining my band’s rehearsals, being one of few rats not being afraid of heavy music.
His son Lulun also loving music,contributed to the editing of our record. The White Rat firstly got the name Dandy, but it never really worked. Everyone was refering to him as White Rat and this was the name he would respond to. He became my friend’s favourite and would get lots of nice comment from random people when sitting on my arm, out in the city. Once it even happened that some guys shouted ‘beautiful rat!’ behind him , through the window of the passing car.
I loved my rat more then I loved any of my partners. I felt like his presence in my life is a wonderful gift and blessing. He was not only a friend but strong magical ally. I learned from him that world is emanation of the spirit, that everything that surrounds us is deeply magical and divine.
To me this little pet rat was a holy animal. Messenger of gods. He died two weeks before my flight to Great Britain. I realised my love to the rat was so strong that I wouldn’t go without him. I wouldn’t because I promised to never leave him.