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My name is Katherine Jean Cochran, and I was born July 4, 1972 in the
US Army Hospital at West Point, New York. My father graduated
from the
United States Military Academy in 1964 and is a retired Lt.
Colonel. My mother is a retired bookkeeper. My
parents have been married for over 40 years and are my
closest friends.
I have two older brothers, Michael and Greg.
Michael is a lead video game designer for a Nintendo company based in
Austin, Texas.
Greg is CEO of a construction company in the Florida
panhandle. Both brothers are happily married with two children
each.
On October 18, 1997, I married Mark Jefferson Cochran. Mark is a
licensed PGA Golf Pro. I work in sales for a large industrial
supply
company. Mark and I are actively involved in Shetland Sheepdog
Rescue, providing a hospice for elderly and dying Shelties.
The Cochran
Shelties - Christmas 2005
I know you are wondering - it took over 2 hours to get this photo.
For those of you whose eyes just popped out of their heads, we have a
large house and live on 1.3 acres. My mother-in-law also lives
with us and helps care for the dogs. And yes, they have a mobile
groomer who comes to our home on a regular basis, and they have the
most wonderful veterinarian on the planet - Rick Marrinson of Longwood
Vet Clinic.
Click "HERE" to see our Sheltie Funny Pages
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And the rest of the story:
There's no easy or short way to write it all, so
I'll just let the words flow.
Let's just say I have always been "intuitive." There have been
numerous times throughout my life that I believe I have been "touched"
or "given knowledge" about something or other. The first memory I
have is when I was approx. 3-4 years old. I remember sitting in
my bedroom, looking at a book about Adam and Eve that had pictures of
angels on the inside cover. I remember being given the vision of
space - and the light from the stars - and hearing (though not audible)
a voice telling me I was okay and everything was right. It was
familiar and comforting, and I knew it was coming from the place "I"
had come from.
At age 15 I had a horrible dream that my dog, Poco, was dying. I
awoke, crying, only to get out of bed to find Poco having a seizure
ouside my room.
At age 19 I had a dream about a young man who was nothing more than an
acquaintance. I dreamed that I was married to him, and had 3
children (2 boys and a girl). After a couple of weeks of not
being able to think about anything other than that dream, I decided to
call him. That day turned out to be his 26th birthday and he
thought I was simply calling to say "happy birthday." We were
married 6 years later. After 2 years of marriage, I happily
exclaimed to him one night, "Honey, look! Here are the 2 boys and
girl I dreamed about!" Of course, it was our Shelties, but it was
still the 2 boys and 1 girl that we considered to be our "kids."
Q, Cindy and Runt were the originals. We cannot have "human"
children ourselves.
Although there have been many moments through the years that I have
felt a special "presence" or "knowledge," the most incredible
experience was at age 33, on June 14th, 2005. I had
undergone major surgery the day before and was to be in the hospital a
few days. My parents stopped by the evening of the surgery to say
hello. Of course, I was pretty drugged up, but I remember mom
sitting on the edge of my bed and dad sitting in the chair next to
me. Dad wasn't feeling well, so he went home and mom followed
about 15 minutes later. It was a nice visit. The next
morning was a different story.
I woke, had breakfast and was waiting for the Doctor to visit.
Suddenly, I felt an urgency to call mom. When I realized I could
not dial direct from the hospital because it was long distance, I
called my mother-in-law and asked her to call my mom. After a few
minutes, the panic started setting in, so I called my office and asked
one of my co-workers to "conference" me in with my mother. Mom
answered and said, "Hi sweetheart, you're awake! Can I call
you back in a few minutes?" I said, "sure, is everything
okay?" She said, "Yes, I'll call you back in a minute,
okay?" By this time I was crying hysterically and telling mom
that I didn't know what was wrong with me. Little did I know that
at that "very" moment, my dad was collapsing and calling to her.
Within 2 minutes of talking to mom, my Doctor arrived to do his post
surgical check-up. He asked what was was going on and I
told him that I just didn't know. All I knew was that I felt something
was terribly wrong. He patted my foot and told me that he would
prescribe a sedative for me. Although he tried consoling me by
telling me everything would be okay, he had quite a puzzled look on his
face because of the way I was acting. All he could say was I must
be having some sort of stress reaction to the surgery. He told me
the nurse would be up in a minute to sedate me and then he left.
Minutes later, I received a call from mom telling me that dad had been
taken by ambulance to their local hospital; they didn't know what was
wrong, but knew his life was in danger. My reaction must have
been emotional because nurses came rushing into my room to restrain
me. One of the nurses paged Dr. Bowles. Within a minute, he
called back and told me he would release me but I was to call him later
in the day so he could be informed of what was happening. My
husband came minutes later to pick me up at the hospital, only to rush
me over to dad's bedside at a different hospital.
My father survived a ruptured abdominal aorta, a condition he should
not have survived. One week later, at my post-surgical checkup,
Dr. Bowles told me that he truly believes I had a premonition of my
father's emergency condition.
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On the first of July 2006, dad
and I decided to go fishing on Lake Eustis. After 4 hours of not
catching anything, we decided to call it a day. As we were
leaving, we noticed a big event taking place next to the dock. It
was a Spiritual Connections Fair featuring many well known psychics,
mediums and clairvoyants, and was being broadcast on a well known radio
station. Dad and I went home, but "I" returned a few hours later
with a very reluctant mother and mother-in-law. My mom
offered to treat me to a "reading" for my birthday and I was allowed to
choose the medium. A woman named Barbara stood out to me and
within minutes, she and I sat down at a table - joined by my rather
curious mother and mother-in-law.
Barbara had no knowledge of my songwriting but proceeded to tell me
that I have the ability to channel spirits without even knowing it, and
the words I channel are meant for the world to hear. After the
reading, we told Barbara of the song (which was due to be rehearsed the
very next day) and she said there was no doubt this is what she had
seen. Now that the song has been recorded and she has heard it,
here is her vision:
"This is just the beginning...for this song, and, in some ways, for
you, too."
(Barbara can be reached at: revbarb02@yahoo.com)
Mom and Kat - Christmas 2006
Click HERE to read a poem to my mom
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