Linda Hampton's World, Christchurch (2026)

06/08/2026

“A time of contemplation, with work flowing like well- behaved water around a head injury dictating rest. Oh, I am mending, but after being cross at myself for a few weeks I finally shrugged, ‘What is, IS.’ That gem took time to land.
I did the doctor thing and he gave me an outline, but no detail – doctors do not have time to dawdle, and I am a detail person. So, I asked Mr/Ms Google about concussion (Google is unisex and doesn’t judge). Most interesting learning of chemical change in the brain after such events, beyond the obvious headaches, dizzy etc. I am likening it to puberty, when youth start the change from child thinking to embracing a little adult. Concussion is like a sort of adult puberty! But I have noted change, e.g., my remembering has had a refresher course via the ‘chemical shakeup’. Incidentally, everyone over 60 years does not lose the use of one’s etheric senses, even if ones physical and hearing is getting dodgy; the inner/etheric senses actually increase in efficacy as you age.
We do swallow all sorts of silly comments and old-wives-tales. Like the one connected to forgetting where one put something. I do it too, but noted my emotional body’s reaction when I get cross/tense for losing something, adrenaline increases and “Ageism” belts out, like a worn vinyl record, especially the line: ‘forgetting is an age thing, natural!’ Bu****it! Swallow that and you are manifesting brain damage. Stress is self-inflicted: a created moment when the brain goes into emergency mode, i.e. loads of adrenaline, aimed at concentrating on basic needs, when all most need to do is relax, think of something else, and allow adrenaline and one’s mind to seep back to normal mode. Then, without the stress, all sorts of everyday actions come back, or more likely, you trip over the lost object.
One client recently, told of her worry about Alzheimer’s. Seemingly her grandmother had the problem, and her mother, just before she died, ‘warned’ her daughter of having it, with the helpful addition, “it often skips a generation.” I glared at mother in Spirit and she had the grace to look shamed and apologised to daughter. That word ‘Bu****it’ came into use. Nothing like blighting daughter’s life ensuring she worried for the rest of her ‘natural’.
Do you get the feeling we are ‘at War’? Of course we are – Sensitive verses Muggle, and the ‘war’ is not necessarily between individuals … within people’s minds. I see so many people trying to stick ‘to the line’, the old way of thinking/living, (of the supposed progressions of age). Recently, I heard of two young men (not related – separate clients) in their late twenties hiding at home - feeling attacked by society. It is a lack of information problem. They are Sensitives, with large dollops of Empathy, who do not know how to ‘send back’ energies belonging to others after picking up, unwittingly, emotional/physical energy from relatives, friends, supermarkets, malls. (Empathy is part of telepathy - increasing.) They ‘hold’ onto those energies feeling unable to function as themselves, until they lose who they are. We call some ‘couch-potatoes’, but most are people with accelerated senses who have not watched Harry Potter!!! Scratch those last six words – humour is not my most endearing trait.
Of course, it is part of their experience in this incarnation, but this is also part of ‘the War’. The loss of some of our young people. Oh, a portion will surface, to a lessor or greater degree, in some way, as time wanders, but currently it is a hidden problem, often with antidepressants thrown in.
Another, not hidden, is the ‘labelling game’ – neurological syndromes shortened to first letters for ease. I know of one syndrome being worn by Sensitives being fed overly processed (contaminated) food, nothing to do with a mental lack. I have A.D.D. when I eat preservatives and other chemicals in Muggle food, e.g. commercial bread. I also have the signs of someone, ‘on the spectrum’ (lovely phrase), often means the wearer does not fit into a traditional mould. As for the phrase, ‘suspected Autism’!!! I have heard that word more this year than ever before.
Pah! Yes, I am on my soapbox, permission to tune out. What brought this on? A year of labels landing, uttered by Muggle parents, contrasting recently with a bright-eyed young woman who had been home schooled. But also confused people trying to be Muggles when they are really closet Sensitives. At times I feel like a fairy godmother who donks people on the head with a wand whilst saying, “Go forth as a Sensitive; leave the Muggle part in my rubbish-bin on the way out.” Of course, it is not that easy … we are indoctrinated with Muggle rules. It takes slow experimentation trying out ideas on ‘mind freedom’.
My problem is sticking to a blog of 700 words, and failing!”
Linda

Media: Steve Sanderson - Peaceful Sunday.

30/07/2026

“Sometimes a an ‘unexplainable’ job arrives; it may make sense to me, but not necessarily to others. I am dealing with one currently. It has no good end, and no bad end, a progression I feel beholden to watch and ‘hold the hand’. This is karma and it is hard. There have been warnings in many incarnations, opportunities, all ignored because gratification won. I get these jobs once in a blue moon, I cannot interfere; as said there is a progression and I am a bystander. How do I know? Because I intuit, and am told … baldly, in large loud speech if I even contemplate trying to use skills. Upsetting even now - I will have to go for a walk.
However, there was success this week with a long-term job, one that positively befuddled both me and the healer I am working with. At times we positively ‘stood on our heads’ trying to get perspective. (Incidentally client refused to see anyone but us.)
The job involved a farm, a widow, and an abusive marriage – not unique surface-wise. Again and again, she told of her experience, letting a little more out each time as she got used to admitting the marriage was not just awful, it was a living hell. Then recently, she said something that opened the view: “He got up in the morning looked out the window and said, ‘Another day on Misery Farm’.” That was it – repetition. That man had effectively put a curse on the land, and she was still experiencing it; she, in his mind, was ‘the cause of it all’. The signs were not in the woman’s aura tho’, it was in the land - tainted by this man’s continuous mind action.
At one point the other healer said, “The Nature Spirits are awful”. I saw what she meant, they were horrible. N.S.s ARE THE LAND, their emotions are not separate from its nature, its vibe. This man had laid nasty thought-form after thought-form on the land until ‘nasty’ positively blossomed, following the widow with ‘effects’ long after she left the property. Similar effect as a curse because every hour of the day it blighted her life. We got stuck in and righted the farm into balance; the N.S.s adjusted naturally, back to being helpful, all anger, horribleness gone. “Oh, I felt something shift in my chest,” said client. Fingers are crossed; we are hoping there is not another layer under all that … but there will be – this is one of ‘those’ jobs. (P.S. she has been to many healers.)
Explanations are interesting, because perspective is the healers/occultists, and action deemed necessary stems from that. Oddly sometimes the healer’s and client’s view ‘appear’ to clash mightily - both are valid, because both are IN it together - separation is illusionary. In effect two pathways are served as healing progresses. Problems occur when a healer puts an opinionated barrier (judgement) between him/her and client. Oh, physical motions are presented, but creative mind is absent = can lead to fakery. A situation where the healer should suggest another healer and bow out.
In the early days of a healer’s training, some experience empathy with the client, to the extent that they personally live the client’s pain/discomfort. For most healers their body gradually learns to separate ‘knowingness and experience’ into mind action, rather than full blown nervous system action. The healer has not stopped being an Empath, just learnt to switch from ‘physical knowing’ from KNOWING. Nothing lost and everything to gain; the mind not being distracted by body sensation; able to move through the healing ‘puzzle’ adroitly with compassion present. Although, I allow that some retain a replication of their client’s physical experience, because they feel they ought - feeling it gives them a deeper understanding – all choice.
It is freezing today with rain. A client helpfully said the snow is at 400 feet. Jessie is in her igloo, so far back one could accommodate another puss … a very small headless mouse was on the bedroom floor this morning – midnight snack. I am wearing hat and padded jacket with the fire at my back.
A North Island job appears. A family with a very sensitive dog disturbing the household, until an earthquake happened near Tauramanui at 4.51am. Tilly, the dog, had felt Earth Stress all day, until 5am … quake over, she slept. Nature solved that one.
I had scoured that house and those living in it for energetic oddities up to 10pm that night – usually the disturbances are caused by a neighbour with depression and an etheric bug – such is Tilly’s mental territory. An occasion when I wished she could talk human.
A few days later haircut day rolls around … goody, that means I get ‘news’ cos’ my hairdresser is amazing with political comment, films, TV and general info’. She never gets personal (re client information) … I approve mightily, thereby no listening guilt on my part, and all done whilst using a sharp pair of scissors – no blood spilt!”
Linda

Media: J. Pickford & Alfred E. Green - Through the Back Door,1921.

23/07/2026

“A surprising week - I wrote a blog, it had to be binned … not up to scratch and one part should not be aired. Some things I do cannot be mentioned because they would frighten people, and that is counter-productive. That is the job ... always been like that, but I rarely get as far as putting them down on paper!
So, no blog this week … apologies. I am well, Jessie’s war wounds are halfway to mending (she is a scratcher) and no I cannot put a collar on her, because it would be right on two wounds.
Catch you next week … have a good one.”
Love Linda

16/07/2026

“It was one of ‘those’ jobs, one an Occultist usually deals with, complete with curse, created by those on the less inviting side of life. But a job with a silver lining as it led to effectively moving a conundrum forward. This job announced itself before the client contacted me!
Dealing with the etheric stuff/life-forms/communication is not done on a linear level; resulting in one of the ‘baddies’ checking me out the day BEFORE. He did so just as I settled into bed … there he was, a very different looking creature - rather like a heavily made-up heavy rock band member. He spoke, I spoke, (nothing memorable) and went on his way. I had been checked out. I went to sleep.
The next day the client contacted, relating the story; it involved an object that had been cursed by a human ‘tool’ (woman) working for the darker side of life. I used the word ‘tool’ because these ‘unfortunates’ do not make friends of humans – they USE people by promising power to the human wanna-be, when in reality, the ‘wanna-be’ has unwittingly volunteered as another target - illusion upon illusion. However, a friend of my client had been given a cursed object by the ‘tool’ to draw him into the ‘merry band’, to be used! He being a very sensible fellow got rid of the object smartly, when realising he felt odd when holding it. I tuned in and found the fellow was also affected by an etheric bug that had hopped into the ‘play’, not part of the unfortunate one’s plans at all – cannot control a bug.
Bug gotten rid of, I dealt with the tentacles belonging to the delusional woman (could have been a fake fortune teller {shrug}), which led to dealing with her and thereby her unfortunate controllers. It was a plus that I was being underestimated by the latter. However, another bug hopped into client’s friend’s aura field, then another and another with me scooping them out in between.
One constant this bug suggests over time, whilst dickering with its victim’s mind, is self-harm for the victim. I sat with the problem after trying the preventative pheromone and finding it was not holding in his auric field. My remembering triggered and an idea formed, effectively starting Phase 2 of what was becoming a long-term job.
I delved deep into the fellow looking for a chemical. Now I know all have this chemical in their make-up, which can prevent these pesky bugs landing and messing up life. My ‘take’ on the problem is that some, although the chemical is present, did not developed to full potential after birth. I tried a few things this particular Sunday afternoon and finally managed to expand the chemical knub to flood the whole aura, yay! Instantly his attractiveness to the bugs was switched off. The next week I checked often, it held. I did a mental dance.
That meant I could try the same technique on the others who are ‘bugged’ by this bug over and over. Of the ten I worked on some victims had a ‘drop out’ – I stopped dancing. Still keeping a hopeful watch. I noted that any neurological and some medical problems still prevented the pheromone sticking.
Remembering is not an instant sometimes … it can be, as our 6th sense (Knowingness) shows, but purposefully setting out to investigate an etheric concept can mean one must let things ride for a while to allow one’s mind to ‘relax’ the subject. The human mind does get stuck in thinking grooves.
Last year, having found the pheromone missing from some people’s auras, I had set my remembering in action via manifesting techniques. I got to a point, before hitting a brick wall … oh, it worked on many, but not enough. That was six months or so ago, until this case arrived.
I will contact my client and give another report, but sometimes one’s machinations explained does not satisfy. Instant fix and sensible explanation is not possible on this job, thanks to bug, not the curse. All made difficult because the job was through a ‘go-between’, not unusual, but an extra complication, made more difficult by victim being an Extreme Sensitive who is probably traumatised by his experience and needing a counselling session with me. However, it is what it is and I know others will be working on the bug eradication problem too, all creating an accessible thought-form for future healers.
The weather has improved slightly; I called a hedge cutter to get a quote. The fellow greeted/knew my hedge … was like introducing him to an old friend. I felt a little secondary.
It is a week of body repairs for the cottage’s sentient beings as I have to go to the dentist, and Jessie Cat has to go to the vet - war wounds. Woe. But I do have most of my own teeth … difficult to work into a conversation that … so far.”
Linda

Media: Maggie Vandewalle - Constellations.

09/07/2026

“I was an observer in my twenties when the ‘New Age’ landed/developed in the early 1970s, and later, 80s and 90s, got active in a small way, doing invited public speaking on ancient ideas of beingness and meditated. That ‘mild rebellion’ ended my 1st marriage, divorce ensued; later I realised it was a separation from tradition, colonisation’s remnants represented by a privately educated (UK), middleclass husband, born with a solid silver spoon in mouth - later demoted to silver plate when he immigrated to NZ (different evaluation system).
Down the track I married a N.Z’er who happened to have a little Maori ancestry, and who encouraged me to be me. Freedom. Effectively two marriages gave me solid clues to NZ cultures.
I have more freedom than most now, helped by living on an isolated part of a farm in a cottage as an old woman. Oh, people have opinions about me, when I am noticed, unaware they are briefly acknowledging a radical, teaching face to face, by example and via the written word, thoughts/ideas aimed at setting people free. Yup, it is all in the thoughts kiddo!
One’s senses continue to develop as age mounts; though some allow others to think for them thereby halting original thought … media reporting violent ‘outbursts’ is unhelpful. I swiped 50% of the latter to touch, by refusing to watch or read anything with violence in it, including, Agatha Christie novels. Incidentally, I put a running manifestation in place, a thought, that what I ought to know would arrive, and it does, in interesting ways. But violence also arrives via me picking up other’s thoughts/emotions like sweeties; I admonish myself, sort amongst the old lady head grot and kick the unwanted out. All Sensitives are Empaths … part of the ‘kit’ that drags others’ emotional info’ in via the senses.
Violence opposes freedom no matter its source. Admittedly my job description does invite violence at times – tackling one from the ‘etheric’s unruly’ (dark side) s not done with cup-cakes in one’s hand!
“What,” you may well ask, “brought all this up?” As said violence arrives and a dear friend landed an example, via a request to listen to an interview, before ringing her back to discuss. Interview was between an American commentator and a Christian born Islamic, broadcasting the ‘awfulness’ of Muslims. I listened for half an hour, and chuckled several times at the interviewer showing unsympathetic body language as interview progressed; even put his feet up on the coffee table between him and his interviewee. Now, that is a nasty sign in many religions, i.e. putting one’s feet towards a deity/guru/speaker, one of total disrespect. I often talk of signs and omens and this interview gradually became full of them – obvious violence (judgement) by the interviewee and passive rejection from the interviewee. The interview touched my ‘use-by’ time, so I turned it off and rang my friend. “Why are you listening to that?” I said, “outright belief bashing by a fellow displaying righteousness.” In other words, a classic example of the ‘reformed smoker’, i.e. slamming smoking, despite having done so for decades before quitting and turning virtuous (the phrase ‘false virgin’ came to mind).
Friend explained her thoughts had been consumed by a need to protest, which the interview added sparks to. I blinked, she is the archetypal protester of societies sadder sides, complete with eloquent placards. “I am nearing 70,” she said, “I should be ….” (Forget how she framed it, but it was related to balance.)
A thought occurred to me, “I am just going to examine your auric field.” I tuned in. Ha, there was an all-stompin’ protester with ‘righteousness’ stamped on forehead, complete with placard and a portable loud speaker – dead - in the Astral. An ‘other-life’ cross-over by one so tied up in her life just left she had not realised she was dead, so landed up in the Astral (a reality between incarnation and Spirit), affecting my friend who was picking up that intruder-life’s thoughts. I ‘wafted’ protester into Spirit and my friend’s thoughts moved back to her own. There were no rights and no wrongs involved just people being people, which moves us on to evangelism.
Battering someone with your views, uninvited/unwanted is violence. It was a common back in the 80s and 90s, to be lectured by someone, at a social occasion, evangelising on presumed New Agey principles. It irritated me, until realising I was a warm body, which was all the speaker required
Jessie has commented by tripping past my fingers on the keyboard – an irritating, recent habit. Her script is swear-words in symbols – she wants attention – she is protesting, and I am a warm body.”
Linda

Media: Antonia Tyz Peeples - Almost Home, b. 1957

02/07/2026

“Monday - 8:30am. I drove the 1/2 km down the road and parked just beyond the narrow bridge, just in time as rubbish truck and postman arrived simultaneously opposing each other. Someone had to give way, so a possible automotive ‘dance’ was solved almost instantly as rubbish truck felt he held sway over all … size won, not that there was competition from Postie, nor I. I was late having forgotten the day in the rush to get the fire lit. My excuse, “It is WINTER!”
The postie delivered the ACC letter. It told me my concussion was covered, which appears contradictory to what is further into the script. I won’t need their attention; always have difficulty with authorities anyway, unless I clear the path energetically between us … not inclined to do so this time.
I interrupted my meditation/tune in with the Fellahs (etheric helpers) to put that rubbish bag out. Hopefully it is not a sign of the day’s activities.
However, I settled down at my desk as soon as I got back home. A handful of jobs came in over the weekend needing attention before breakfast … proving to be a messy morning already. Most jobs are dealt with instantly, if possible, especially if they involve etheric bugs in auric fields (attachments). One an overseas job; another a therapist wanted her yearly property check-up – her husband turned out to have an attachment.
I do not tell clients to call annually, but some put notes in their diaries. Oddly those with problems always include a mention of them feeling something is out of kilter, but wait for the date to roll around.
A cousin’s husband was having radiation treatment for cancer tumours. I volunteered my help … something about that man spurring me to action. The morning of his treatment I tune in and smooth down his emotional body to help receptivity then concentrate on that of the nurses, aids and doctors in the Oncology Dept of the hospital. The aim is to aid optimum effect with no blockages/hiccups. That action is the best thing you can do for someone receiving medical intervention. No dictates on the actual process, just smooth processes ordered, and the time you do the actual intervention does not need to be at the time of the operation, just include a blanket manifestation for the day; the energy is specific for the operation – it will find it easily. In other words, do not overthink – keep it simple and as sharp as an arrow. You do not have to run alongside the arrow – that is over-control, with possible interference!
And that brings me to control or validation on manifestations and etheric actions. If you need validation on efficacy, you are inserting a doubt into your initial action and that is start of failure. Part of the manifestation is KNOWING you are effective.
Another load of attachments with a few extras drift in via text and phone call. I note people are noting friends’ difficulties and being proactive … love in action. Doesn’t take but a moment for me to check.
99% success on unwanted voices. Just have to get that last little bit. With some jobs one goes through a long check list of possibilities in one’s head – mental office work … Spirit is inventive and without end.
Multi-dimensionalism as on my mind with several people trying to understand connections. Pushing the linear chronological aspect of our culture out of one’s mind to grasp multi-dimensionalism is extraordinarily difficult – nay, impossible for some. Sometimes the nearest we can imagine is knowing that what we land our mind on is wider, deeper and ‘inside out’, meaning what you grasp with your mind is not what is. And no good trying to put a numerical number on it because once you get past 5th dimension you are already in my former sentence, above.
A Mandlebrot (named after mathematician who discovered it) is the nearest I can demonstrate. A complexity of great beauty that appears to represent chaos and organisation simultaneously. Worth looking up on Google – gives a tiny view of the workings/mechanics of Spirit in our beingness.
I am having a gratitude morning. Gratitude for being able to get out of bed into a freezing house, gratitude for plenty of wood for my fire, gratitude for friends/clients and those who smile when I smile at them, yup, you guessed, I am ‘working it’. Below freezing outside and am wearing a hat inside. Despite the fire Jessie Cat has gone outside, convinced the sun has warmth in it – ha, I know better.”
Linda

Media: Sandra Bierman: The Old, Ugly and Beautiful

24/06/2026

“It was time for a septic tank clean out. Why mention it? Because the thoughts of an owner of a defective toilet … well, the subject tends to dominate life, including this blog.
I called the firm who did it last time and to my surprise … “We have a truck in your district - one hour?” “YES,” I said with delight, then realised I had to removed many years of weeds from the tank lid and dig out the hole under the fence the tanker’s pipe would travel through – all in the middle of the vegetable garden. An hour of frenzied action started, complete with spade and chainsaw (hedge branches were in the way). Work was just completed when the huge truck appeared in the yard and out stepped an orange suited, extremely young man, complete with large Stetson hat! I looked at the truck cab for a following supervisor, none.
The young man picked up on my uncertainty accurately, so puffed his chest out and greeted me with practiced reassurance. He indicated nothing was a problem, and worked miracles; when I pointed out a gap between the fence and a huge harrower – his parking spot. (Decades of buildings demolished, rebuilds and fences moved ensured complication.)
I noted the tank, when the lid was open, did not smell, a sign of a healthy, working septic tank, but full. That done I left him to it, although it was tempting to hover … ‘supervise’?
It was a week of Jessie Cat upping her dislike of Maggie Cat, taking the car to the local garage for a check-up, and fielding more calls from people convinced there was something wrong as “…things did not feel right.” One client was delighted when I found her husband and son had auric attachments, because she had been telling herself she was wrong for weeks – intuition recovered at hubby’s expense. Also, the ’Fellahs’, my name for my etheric team, want to start another book, YES. I need something to get my teeth into – a diversion – winter makes one introspective.
So why do I know who and what my team is? Because we write and work together, especially some challenging occult tasks that can demand a visible advisor – ‘courses for horses.’
An ongoing conversation has been present, off and on for several years, was taken up again, whilst I was receiving a healing in a posh clinic, done by a healer friend who works on my physical periodically. Always in attendance is Mr Chung, another incarnation of my friend, also a helper of hers. Chung is always happy to talk whilst I am on the table and I have learnt a lot about very early TMC (Traditional Chinese Medicine/Acupuncture) and its additions. Additions? Yes, healing modalities do not stand alone; the connections are wide, using the senses like telephone lines to other lives where healing has been prominent, even if not the same modality. I learnt that two thousand years ago plus, BCE (Before Current Era), Chung, in China, trained women in acupressure techniques in small quiet workshops. Women below nobility and scholar class, spreading his skills, knowledge of Taoist chi.
I remember ‘bits and bobs’ about a number of lives in China and attendee countries, resulting in a soft spot for Asian art and furniture, which can lead to interesting discoveries in 2nd hand shops. The latest being two small paintings on silk, framed behind Perspex that had discoloured. I admit to offloading belongings with one hand whilst the other purchases!!! I regard it as a right brain, left brain contradiction.
A mother is having difficulty with an eight-year-old who does not seem to fit into life, whilst displaying pre-puberty temperament. An Extreme Sensitive to boot. Tough love needed (rules to work within = security) with a sympathetic ear, coupled with a search for something entirely the youngsters, i.e. a skill, a place where pleasure and good feelings sit. After a telephone session I sent a few of my books; teaching mother about the etheric world will help, because a young Extreme Sensitive has phobias, and demands mother needs to be aware of, but needs less of my lecturing, more absorbing ideas at her own pace. The main task is her developing a patient ‘open ear’.
A call from a client/friend (we have been talking for years) with an interesting turn of events. He is an Extreme Sensitive plus, with skills remembered the hard way over the last decade, or more. He had a visit from an ‘other-world construct’, one he is unwittingly part of … basically he will be called into action. I can’t help smiling. Just when one thinks one has life sorted someone dangles the possibility of a task in front of you. He has compassion and the ability to turn energy on a sixpence, when motivated – useful. Besides he still has some remembering to do and that will be done ‘in situ’. One is always in the right place, at the right time, for the right reasons … no such things as accidents.”

18/06/2026

“It is raining, yippee! Hopefully it will stick around for a while. Too dry … trees are stressed.
I am coming close to the end of wood cutting from the huge piles of wood in the far paddock. Oh, there is still viable wood there, but it is too dangerous to delve deeper – I still have a small awareness of what danger is. Thanks to landlord, me and one other family retrieved otherwise waste wood from a shelter belt removal.
Beltane, Winter Solstice, whatever the shortest day means to you, is just a blip away on 21st. Delve into ‘far’ memory and there is noise of various sorts … noise related to experiences that marked the occasion in other lives. Takes but a small shift for pictures to appear albeit briefly, fragmented.
Someone wrote to me of their far memory and asked if it was unusual to recall memory of other life incidents. The subject is not one brought up in coffee mornings, nor a casual mention outside the school gate waiting for one’s child. So, it remains undercover until someone deemed ‘spiritual’ pops up.
I would say 90% of Sensitives have at least one strong memory of activity in another incarnation, or at least of having done something before. I am being conservative with percentage.
Senses are increasing and memory is a strong ‘come-back’.
Memory of such things are not illicit/unusual additives, they are meant to be there as a sort of shortcut to achieving understanding of something you may be unwittingly working through. Don’t forget all incarnations are connected and we do ‘incarnational series’ where relationships are positively wrung of all they can produce. We know our child may have been our parent or grandparent in another life, that our now partner may have been a partner elsewhere. ‘Elsewhere’ is the key, because you are a living, walking, talking memory bank. Doesn’t matter that you cannot recall exactly the origin of what you are working through – unless the memory is part of the play. And before I leave this subject – far memory is NOT a sign of superior spirituality. There is no such thing. Judgement, incidentally, is a weakness, a flaw.
These blogs are kept simplistic for a reason, not because it must be understood by all intelligences/ethnicities, but because simplicity is the best way to approach the nature of Spirit. Oh, one could delve deep into esoterica with comments on ‘form elements’, the natural inversion of the physical, walk-ins etc. Deliciously evocative subjects that lead no-where when ‘being’ spirit; deep buckets of knowledge serving to confuse and divert from the subject at hand are everywhere. All useless unless you are a serious student with an examination approaching – you are not. This blog is for living, not navel gazing.
Jessie Cat has rediscovered her igloo, after I showed her the ‘sheets’ had been changed – it is all about smell. Meantime she is mostly avoiding Maggie Cat (stray) who is growing bigger and braver – I can get a pat in whilst she is eating. My aim is to introduce Maggie to a friend who needs a cat companion, before I leave. Plans … let us hope they match Maggie’s!
An old client rang with an attachment needing removal – picked up when golfing with friends. He mentioned he and his wife had been reading my book ‘The Sensitive Defined’ and decided to change their diet as recommended. They both feel stronger and more alert. Great to have feedback.
That particular day was busy telephone-wise. A client wanted input on a decision she was making … not difficult, she was trying to prepare for the future, trying to leapfrog into possibilities and probabilities rather than the certainties here and now – effectively trying to haul the future into tomorrow. Preparation for what is ‘on your plate’ now is everything because that is the groundwork for the future. Trying to leapfrog is like making cabinet drawers and deciding to not put drawer bottoms in, because they take time.
Pumpkin Cheesecake is being made in the kitchen by another, serious stuff needing advice and calls for odd things like measuring spoons … I do not use those – I guess. An argument ensues on what a tablespoon is verses a ‘serving’ spoon’ … an old argument. I get to lick spoons, plus I am promised a sugar-free mini pie of my own.
Just received the news that my etheric Team and I are starting another book. I love writing with them – the flow is unimaginable as is the contact. Means things are ‘opening’.
Sun is out; Jessie and I are migrating outside. Incidentally I am wearing my Christmas Sweater – candy canes and sparkly stars.”
Linda

Media: Ethel Walker - Flower Piece No.4, 1930.

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