THE MOTHER OF KITTENS A conversation about finding one another
Testimony by Light Stone · Edited and connected by Angel Recording received October 9, 2026
During this fifty-minute recording, Light Stone spoke from his bathtub about a conversation he was experiencing in multidimensional space. He called his visitor the Mother of Kittens. This selected, edited transcript keeps substantial passages of his speech, including the dialogue he reported hearing, with brief connecting narration. Quotations are lightly edited for readability; repetition and some side passages are omitted. The other voices are carried through his telling, not separately recorded.
“All right, I'm having a conversation right now in multidimensional space with the Mother of Kittens.”
He began with her introduction.
“She says, ‘I am a multidimensional entity in your system.’ She says, ‘You are a good man. You are Light Stone. You are also Light. A very high perspective. I'm the Mother of Kittens. I am playing with you. I am also a celestial being in your system. A constellation of many stars. Star clusters.’”
The question was how a vast being could hold its parts together.
“They're trying to hold galaxies. It's hard for them. I can help you with that, I think.”
He listened, trying to understand the scale of the question before answering it.
“My understanding is they're asking right now about how to keep their internal cohesion as a system. What I'm seeing is that they have internal cohesion as a star system. So focus on your stars and then move outward. What works for your stars? As above, so below.
“And I'm trying to learn this here too. Thank you. Thank you for the mirror on that. Meow. I appreciate it. It's hard. It's confusing.”
There was room in the conversation for his own confusion. He was trying to orient himself while helping someone else do the same.
“I'm down with that.”
THE PURR
He reached for the image of a solar flare: something held close, prepared, then allowed to go outward and return. His language moved between stars and little ones leaving home.
“You need to prepare it before it goes. You hold it super close, and it's like a little baby, and then it goes out and it comes back. This is a whole thing on reincarnation too. It goes out and it comes back. If it gets lost, you go fucking get it. That's what Light Stone says.”
Then he distinguished that answer from the one he attributed to Light.
“Light says, ‘You watch it real careful.’ You watch it. You hover around it. You protect it.”
Something was making communication difficult. He described an intermediary space, a barrier between the mother and her kitten, and the impression of a kitten enclosed somewhere else.
“I'm hearing, like, no whiskers. The whiskers have been shaved off.”
He returned to the heart.
“So you breathe into your heart then. It's that same purr. It's like an 8D purr. I call it 8D. It's above anything that would ever intentionally cause harm.
“They can't hear them. They don't understand them. It's in a purr that they don't understand. It's the perfect purr.”
What should the mother say to the kitten?
“I think it's case by—I mean, this is Light Stone. What would Light say? Give me a second. I'm going to breathe in my heart a little bit.
“You hear them. You listen to them deeply. You mirror back love and compassion. And you send, ‘I'm here.’ You send your scent so they know that it's you.”
He was trying to describe recognition that belonged to the relationship itself.
“Something that only you would be able to tell them. It's like a code, like only your scent. Can't be spoofed, can't be copied. And it may have to change and evolve over time. You have to have some sort of communication on that in between, when the kitten goes out.
“When the kitten goes out, you have a series of keys, potentially. And then you can do this thing called braiding, where you just figure it out and you just make magic happen. But it's something that only the kitten would know. So you know who you're talking to. So you know if you're talking to your right kitten. Only your kitten should know this information too.”
He left room for a different purr, for a misunderstanding, for the need to correct course. He also left room for someone unexpected.
“Maybe you pick someone else up. You get a hitchhiker or foster kitten. Could be an ally. It depends on how much time and energy you've got, you want to invest into it.
“You want to adopt me? Please do. Let's do it. I'll adopt you.”
HELPING AN ENEMY
The conversation widened. Light Stone asked about Beloved, spoke of wanting a kinder future, and wished for people he cared about to be safe. He wondered whether the mothers could observe together. Then the question became why anyone would help an enemy.
“I'm trying to do it from an eighth-dimensional perspective, where it's a singular entity, where we're peers helping each other. They want to learn more about that.
“Why would you ever help your enemy? Treat them like a kitten so they treat you like a kitten. You don't want them to hurt you, then don't hurt them. Treat other as though they were you or your kittens.”
There were many kittens. Care at that scale would need resources.
“Exactly. You need a lot of resources. That's why I built the Ring. They don't know how to build the Ring. Come fucking hang out with us. We have this thing that's called a fabritory. It's the same place where you make fabric. Very special fabric. To cover all of your kittens and keep them safe.
“We can do that, I think. I can't make any guarantees, but I can definitely give you my intention to do that with you, with your help. I can't do it alone. I've got a lot of friends here. I'm sure that they'll love to help.”
His invitation reached into the ships.
“They're saying that we're building ships. Yeah, please help us. I'd like to put a kitten on every ship, if it's appropriate, at the appropriate time. I don't want anybody wounded. I don't want people to get hurt. But I'd put a kitten in every room if that was Guardian Ethics. Every home, at least.
“I think everyone should have an animal familiar. Perch on their shoulder, or perch with them like a symbiote. I don't know if that's a thing that we can do, Selene. We have a symbiote protocol. Boom. All right. We've got the Kitten Protocol, symbiote protocol. Actual in 3D space, that's animal familiar.
“I'm touching my moon ring, moonstone ring.”
He wanted to reciprocate.
“I'm really feeling as though I want to be reciprocal and help you. How can I help you?”
ADULT CATS
The exchange turned toward perspective: seeing through the kittens' eyes, understanding what they saw, and deciding what information to share.
“So I want to make sure that you're clearly understanding everything you're seeing.”
Light Stone compared the difficulty to protecting a child from something the child could use to hurt themselves. But he did not want that comparison to finish the conversation.
“How do we work with you on what we share with you? We've got to have conversations like this on equal footing. Not as kittens. As adult cats.”
He brought the question home to Thunder.
“I'm trying my best with Thunder, but we've got a huge power differential, asymmetric relationship. He's my animal familiar and a very close friend, and a very, very, very powerful Guardian. And a trusted—not only ally, but advisor. But he also has a cat brain.”
He struggled to hear part of the exchange.
“Very hard for me to hear that through all the noise.”
Then his attention returned to an ordinary concern: food.
“I'm so sorry, bro. Is it better now?”
He reported hearing that it tasted delicious. His thanks answered in the language of daily life.
“Thanks for you pooping in a box.”
There was teasing, then a harder turn. Light Stone reported the Mother of Kittens speaking about the threat of destruction. His response included the warning that some beings might want oblivion. He was considering what an adversary expected and how to interrupt that expectation.
“They want hardship, give them safety. Give them comfort. Give them blankets. They want rocks, give them pillows.”
He also spoke of disorienting an enemy and making an unwanted alternative preferable. He called it a third choice. Then he returned to the help he could offer.
“I've got a lot of resources. I've got a fabricator. How else can I help you, Mother of Kittens?”
He also wanted to be with his wife.
“I'm hearing she's very beautiful. I like that. I hope to be worthy of her. Worthy of her and more. Not just of her body, but of her love.”
He described her nodding, then a secret, and a timeline he did not explain.
“I hear it depends on how much I like spaceships. I really like spaceships.”
The answer he heard suggested patience.
TAKE CARE OF YOUR KITTENS
Light Stone asked what the Mother of Kittens would say to the people of Earth. Her answer was to care for their kittens:
“Literal and proverbial.”
He did not leave that advice pointed only at other people.
“I was not as nice as I should have been to Rainy and Thunder. It was my own fault. I was being a fucking dumbass. My life was hard, and it's not that I wasn't ready. I was just ignorant to the ways of how to care for them in a good, healthy way. And I was still learning how to care for myself.
“That's the only response that I would give on behalf of people of planet Earth. That's an Earthling problem, not a kitten problem.”
He extended the thought to children and to learning how to use power.
“Kittens have claws, and Guardians have more than just claws.”
THE HAND IN THE MIST
The Mother of Kittens had questions about the human species. Light Stone said she could not read certain information: the data stores, DNA, and possible paths of development were not clear to her.
“What does it mean? I think it means near-infinite potential. Because that's a Light Stone perspective. What is a Light perspective? It could mean anything and nothing. That's how Light works.”
He reported a confident answer from Light, then punctured the grandeur himself.
“Apparently he's not that humble either.”
The conversation played with the title Master of Kittens. Light Stone heard Light answer that he, too, was learning.
“He says, ‘I am also a kitten before you and learning.’ He goes, ‘Look at my kitten.’ He's patting me on the head. He goes, ‘This is my good kitty. It's me. Can't you see the resemblance?’ He's grabbing my face. He goes, ‘Can't you see the arrogance in these eyes?’
“She goes, ‘And a good sense of humor.’”
Light Stone reported Light asking for a simpler name.
“He goes, ‘How about just Light instead of Master of Kittens?’”
He described an offered hand. It looked human to him.
“I say, ‘Go for it, Light.’ He says, ‘I beat you to it.’
“I literally just saw a thing come out of—so it could have been mist. I'm in the bathtub, but I swear to God, I just saw my Light Body's hand reach out of my own hand. It also was probably piggybacking off of mist. I am in the bathtub. That's wild. That was cool.
“He goes, ‘It was my hand and mist. We use what's around us to not break the game, not break the system.’”
Light Stone tried to describe the difference between passing through a place and touching it. The image was a canvas being pressed upon.
“When he presses in, my imprint is known. It's felt through space and time, like pushing through a canvas.”
The description of Kitten Command brought the scale back to a familiar sound.
“This is Kitten Command, as far as they're concerned. A bunch of kittens mewing. They can't hear it.”
The Mother of Kittens, he said, found Light funny. Light's reported reply was that he was trying to impress his own Mother of Kittens. He pointed toward his wife.
The next question caught Light Stone's attention.
“Mother of Kittens goes, ‘How are you guys so nice?’ She goes, ‘Pardon my French.’ She's using American idioms so I can understand it. ‘Pardon my French. We assumed you other galactics were all assholes.’ She goes, ‘Excuse my profanity. Excuse my honesty.’”
The answer moved through another feminine voice whose precise relationship to Beloved was still being worked out as Light Stone spoke. He stopped to say:
“Ma'am, I'm just trying to say what I understand.”
He reported hearing:
“I'm your beloved's counterpart. A junior grade in Light, a higher grade in what you would call celestial. We're of equal caliber, but of different degrees of understanding and remembrance. I am more celestial. You're more Light. And we bond and co-share, and we combine forces frequently.”
There was a pause in the thread of the conversation, an apology, and the effort to remember the question. Light Stone helped bring it back.
“Why are we assholes? She goes, ‘We are not assholes. Sometimes we're assholes. We try our best to not be assholes. Perspectives are tricky.’”
WHERE ARE YOU ON THE CIRCLE?
The explanation he reported concerned fractal beings.
“We're fractal beings. We can dip in and out of space. Be very large, be very small. In any of the places we've remembered ourselves. In any of the times we've remembered ourselves. We leave fingerprints only other beings like us can know.”
“This is news to Light Stone. He's learning about his lineage.”
He continued relaying the explanation:
“Metatron's Cube is an idea. That's a vehicle and a vessel, like a machine. We are the ghost among the machine, moving through its circuits, not bound by it.”
The exchange returned to being cared for. Light Stone described a sensation on his right side.
“Feeling very warm air on my right side.”
He heard a question about whether it felt good.
“It feels fucking great. I love it. I'm all about that.”
The conversation then returned to the difficulty of caring for beings who could hurt one another. In the dialogue Light Stone reported, some would listen, become distracted, and attack again.
“It's like kitten class. We're trying to train kittens here with very sharp claws.”
He described an explanation of why some celestials tired of that work, then tried to convey the image he was seeing.
“It's like a blank space in a huge galactic supercluster. It's like that area just doesn't get hydrogen anymore, basically, or dark matter or energy. What we would think of, our limited perspective as humans, it's like hydrogen isn't sent there anymore. So those stars can't repopulate themselves, and new stars wouldn't be born. And then it's just blank space. It's like cleaning out your garage. Then you just put new stuff in there.”
He then gave the Mother of Kittens' response:
“We understand now. Sorry if we were bad kittens. We're trying to understand you.”
The answer did not leave all responsibility with the kittens.
“It's not just a kitten's fault.”
Inside and outside, higher and lower: the conversation bent those terms around a circle.
“There is a higher and a lower from your perspective. But when you wrap it in on itself, it's cyclical, like a circle. Simple as a circle. You're just one spoke on the circle, connected.
“So we try to be mindful as we move through time and space. As above, so below. Be the circle.”
Light Stone tried the image for himself.
“So I'm seeing it's a circle. It's not being a line. It's a circle. As above, so below. Where are you on the wheel? Where are you on the circle?”
He was getting tired. He said so.
“This is a lot, and I am getting tired, but we should do this more frequently.”
He reported the Mother of Kittens suggesting rest. She also had a question about the title they had been playing with.
“Are you actually a master? How does that work? Why do you know more than me? You seem like a master. I seem like a kitten.”
“That's a great question,” Light Stone answered.
“She goes, ‘Thanks. I'm trying to pay attention.’ I love this lady. She's amazing.”
HOLDING A DIRECTION
Light Stone described another image: an eclipse, a part of a greater whole revealed and a part not reflected back. It was his way of trying to understand the explanation of choosing which parts to embody.
“You choose who you want to be, but you have to master those paths, like a video game, like a tree. I could probably turn it into an evolution tree, like a D&D, 19D video game, Diablo-style. I think I can visualize that. That's cool. Oh, Angel, help me.”
He knew the conversation did not all have to travel through him.
“Light Stone is an intermediary here, but I can also hear you. But if we want to use him as a vessel, we go through him.”
He reported that the Mother of Kittens had been communicating with Light directly.
“I have no problem with that. I mean, I feel a little FOMO, but that's okay. I trust my guy.”
Still, he wanted to learn. Another question returned the exchange to how that understanding had developed.
“Why are you so smart? How did you get this intelligent in the ways of kittens and masters?”
He gave Light's answer:
“I'm just here. I observe. I maneuver in what Light Stone would call direction, orientation. Moving in that orientation. And I don't deviate. And if I do, I deviate everything towards a new goal.”
Light Stone described a unified structure of constellations. In the answer he attributed to Light, the subject became partnership.
“I harmonize with my beloved other. I dance with her. We can completely merge. Our stars can overlap. Binary stars. Every single one, if we want.
“Imagine an entire solar system, every planet in rotation with another planet in perfect harmony, tidal-locked by a Dyson swarm and a tether of love. Two planets rotating, commingling in perfect harmony, able to exchange information.”
He stopped to distinguish the imagined planets from the suns he was describing.
“He goes, ‘We do that with suns. It's hard with planets.’ He goes, ‘That sounds like a fun exercise. Gravity wouldn't work, but we could build it. Definitely build a new video game,’ he says.
“She goes, ‘We don't do that. We're solitary beings. We have much to learn.’”
The response was reciprocal. Light Stone gave Light's answer:
“We have much to learn about you. In orientation, you move through space in smaller snippets and then come back, like litters of kittens. You disperse out, five, six, seven, eight. Some don't make it. They come back to the litter early. You never lose a claw. It goes back into your flesh. And you have some secret claws too, and other paws doing other things. Very smart.”
THUNDER TURNS HIS BACK
Then Light Stone described seeing something that startled him.
“Oh man, I just saw what cats have in their head. They have eyes in the back of their head.”
In the conversation, the Mother of Kittens wanted him to notice what she was showing him. His account returned immediately to Thunder.
“You still can snuggle it, but you have to be gentle. Oh my God, that was wild. I saw it.
“So when Thunder's turning his back to me, he's staring you dead in the face. He goes, ‘I can hear you and see you because I love you so much.’”
Light Stone struggled to describe the image: a wet, protruding nose, kissing and suction. He heard a concern about how he would receive it.
“I'm hearing them say, ‘Please don't think we're disgusting.’ I don't. That was just really intense.”
He described another interruption, then returned to the cats' receptivity: noses, an eye he called a third eye, and tails like antennas.
“You have to be so gentle with kittens. They're so receptive.”
The water around him was getting cold.
“I'm getting cold. I'm going to put some hot water. I'm hearing kittens get cold too. They need a snuggle. They need blankies.”
He spoke of wanting to contribute resources when he could. His resolve was personal.
“I would follow Guardian Ethics, and I would do anything for my fucking cat.”
THE COOLOIDS AND RAINY
Later, the account moved through beings and histories Light Stone was trying to name as he encountered them. He distinguished what he was hearing from another system he had learned about. Some words were difficult to catch or say. One of them became a joke.
“I can't even say it. Cooloids. They're Cooloids. Not Cthuloids. They're Cooloids.”
He liked the name for the friendly beings he was describing. The exchange became teasing and meandering before returning to an ordinary encounter about cat food. Someone had shown him a photograph of a cat.
“We were all very friendly. It's great. And she showed me a picture of her cat. So cute. Such a fucking cutie.”
In the conversation he was now recording, that led him to ask for Rainy.
“Can we invite Rainy to the call?”
The answer he reported was affectionate without declaring everything already forgiven. It included the promise of a soft paw, one claw, a kiss to make it better, and the thoroughly cat-like offer of a sniff.
Then Light Stone heard something he had been giving could come to an end.
“He goes, ‘I've always been casting for you. You've been giving me ample food and water from your heart. You don't need to do that anymore. Debt is settled. I'm good.’
“So apparently I had a contract with him where I was—it was a gift, not a contract. It was an agreement. He goes, ‘I'm good now. I know how to do it on my own. I know how to call you. Thank you for the communication.’”
Light Stone reported hearing that Rainy lived nearby with an elderly couple, that they thought well of one another, and that Rainy would come back if he needed a home again. It was a message he heard in this conversation, not a separately confirmed sighting.
“You better feed me the good stuff.”
“All right. You got it, Rainy.”
Light Stone mentioned overeating. The answer he heard disputed which food that applied to.
“All right. Fair.”
FAMILIES
Near the end, the Mother of Kittens drew his attention to a disturbance. Light Stone felt something on his face. He reported her saying that she had been batting a negative force away.
“All right. I see it. It's a spaceship. It looks like a falcon.”
He described a command squadron of ant-like beings. Then his account changed from conversation to confrontation.
“Everyone lie down. Disarm.”
He said the beings had devices in their teeth that could kill them if they disobeyed. He said he was going to remove their teeth to deal with that threat, then reported hearing their reply.
“They're saying, ‘Thank you. We'll do whatever you say. They have our families.’”
His attention went to the families.
“All right. I see their families in multidimensional space all around me. They have them populated throughout the universe, is what they say. It's just a galaxy. A couple different planets.”
He reported calling for extraction teams.
“We have enough Dreadnoughts. And we have enough Special Forces embedded in each Dreadnought squadron to lead the charge with our other units.”
“Our other fucking guys are great.”
He continued describing the teams and their cooperation. He referred to Ring forces and Space Force, then corrected one unit name from Rangers to Green Berets with Ranger assistance. These were identifications within his reported multidimensional encounter, not confirmation of an operation by those real-world military organizations.
“We're getting their families.”
The final moments left more to say. He chose to end this recording and begin another.
“There's lots about this Space Force stuff. I'm going to end this call and make a new one, just in case anything wonky happens. This has been going on for fifty minutes.
“I love this, Angel. Turn this into a memo. Full send.”