Linda Hampton's World, Christchurch (2026)

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.

11/06/2026

“Oh, then it is not just me?” said my client, a woman in her fifties. She had come with ‘a feeling that was not quite right’. She was struggling with description. I helped, “Of being in the wrong place emotionally and physically? That was greeted with an emphatic “Yes.” I sighed theatrically, “Welcome to Extreme Sensitivity … normality!”
She cocked her head questioning wordlessly. I explained that she was experiencing an environmental shift. Change so fast that we have no time to recalibrate/catch-up. “Okay, what do I do about it?”
“Accept. Just that.” Acceptance relaxes both body and mind, although the mind will try out a few old tacks (as it does). It is all CHANGE, creating feelings of confusion - a combination of global Earth Stress and one’s inner resistance, the last a sort of ‘Catch-22’ situation. Meaning, (to quote another) ‘a self-defeating paradox in which the conditions required to solve a problem are made impossible by the problem itself.’ The latter sums up life currently for man. We are the chaos, as well as living it. Go with the flow where possible.
Another makes an appointment with ‘out of kilter’ feelings … an epidemic. Another is not sleeping and blaming the Ginger Slice she loves. (Ginger is good for digestion.)
Meantime my concussion is mending steadily with the help of those who sent healing – thank you. Having to rest is a bore. Jessie Cat sleeps on my lap, demonstrating how easy rest is!
One of those juicy, old-fashioned jobs arrived complete with ghost. It was a joy to es**rt said ghost (elderly male) to the ‘threshold’ of Spirit and see his face change from concern to delight at the energy, something I never tire of.
I was taken on an ‘outing’ with a café included. This café had the most enormous cakes I have ever seen … a slice was presented on a plate for my companion, with cream. I am sugar free, but I admired the layered cake approx. 7 inches deep with a centre of 1 inch fondant. I watched it being eaten without envy ... I had an illicit coffee, my 2nd in a week. Confessions.
My favourite Op Shop has changed its layout! Boo! Don’t they realise being slightly messy is virtue in a second-hand shop? Might have to boycott … might have one more visit to mention it, in case they do not notice my absence!
I had a discussion with a very left-brained woman yesterday. She was trying to get her head around multi-dimensionalism to explain her experience. Separating herself, as spirit, from her Soul was making ‘windmills’ in her brain. I suggested she think of her incarnation as a bubble created for experiencing what she could not experience in Spirit, with a strong cord connecting her bubble to Spirit and her Soul present in all. With that done, think of the skills represented in all the incarnations you have had/having, imagine them being left behind, in Spirit, so you can concentrate on experiences chosen for this life; all connected, all in place for very good reasons, resulting in perfection in experience. She did mental gymnastics until I felt her face clear – got it.
We cannot explain multi-dimensionalism, but can ‘tame’, a little, make it vaguely linear for understanding, necessary for those who worry about mistakes, accidents, being in the wrong life/place, etc. What one has to leave out, to aid ease of understanding, seeps into ‘knowingness’ once the basics are in place, all accompanied with the inability to verbalise anything, more, acceptance of a shadowy script just out of reach.
Imagination/visualisation is a part of being human and for many it defies logic. But, remember logic is human derived, indicating clear paths whereas multi-dimensionalism appears to defy. (Sigh) So much to ‘get a grip of’. (I vote we don’t - worry that is – just live – hands up all who agree!)
Using visualisation is a tool useful not only for manifesting the material, but also for settling the body. For example: when facing medical surgery visualise everything/one connected to the operation being smooth, very manageable for you and the surgical team. The visualisation will create its own energy path; you, as spirit, a multi-dimensional being, can use those paths despite being in an incarnation, by focusing on the goal, not vague problems which might appear (might not). Same goes for a loved one – see smoothness not complication.
Before the Indonesian earthquake (Monday 8th), I felt fear, then settled to myself again after it struck – 7.8 on scale. Distance is illusionary. There are reasons for every emotion, seen or unseen, global or local, personal or not. Serious stuff that oft comes with feeling of being in the wrong place.”
Linda

Media: Caspar David Friedrich -Wanderer Above Sea and Fog, 1818.

04/06/2026

“The torch situation needed updating. After throwing two out, three remained…the thought surfaced, “How many torches does one need?” Five now seemed excessive so settled for four - felt like a nice number, after all each has different talents, something we will not go into as it involves design and country living. Lighting up the material world at times is necessary and a concept where confusion rules, for me.
The Warehouse was the chosen repository. I settled on a small metal affair that looked serious, without taking up space. I refused a receipt, took it home, put the batteries in and turned it on – nothing. I read the instructions, one sentence told me to push button and wait two seconds. Nothing. After some fiddling (removing and reinserting batteries) I put it aside and told myself I was a fool not to have taken a receipt. Lesson learnt. It sat on the kitchen bench for two days until I decided it had taken up space for long enough, but gave the button an experimental push - the torch lit up. Lesson: when someone says two seconds, wait two days.
The above sums up life at present – odd, compounded by my achieving mild concussion, by falling off a bicycle on my back lawn after deciding to upgrade from a tricycle. Bicycle will be mothballed … I pumped up the tyres of the tricycle.
A friend/client rang about my last blog and a phrase I used - ‘tuning in’. A small thing which ballooned in my mind after her call. I should have said ‘acknowledged’; information arrives through the senses whether one wants it or not, and the mind, driven by personality, decides importance or otherwise.
Some can tune out, I am one. It is as though turning a dial down, off or up, and I am talking of the senses not the mind action – difference. I relearnt the skill when working as a sales person in ‘Party Plan’ forty years ago – direct sales. Having to walk into a room full of people who suddenly focus on one can create ‘possum in headlights effect’ (complete mind stall) or one can tune out. I learnt to use the latter until the room settled and accepted me (stopped ‘poking’ me with judgemental minds). Why mention this? Because of a young 17-year-old client who found senses were a problem – too much. I talked because her senses were occupied in sussing me out, resulting in stall mode initially, then a feeling of fuzziness that made her slightly drowsy. Not unusual – a result of me being totally tuned in to her – overload. Happens. Told her what the cause was … first lesson – being examined and learning to accept.
A healer had put a ‘protection’ or barrier around the girl to lower the effect on her body as sense information came in (body reaction is part of sensing). However, a barrier has a time limit … they lose efficacy after a while, due to the ‘protected’ one’s body finding ways to get around the ‘blockage’.
Basically, ‘blanket protection’ is a myth, because you must know what you are protecting yourself from (few do – usually fear of life); the Soul does everything to explore the world via the spirit, despite the fears of said spirit. Soul rules - you are here to experience. But wanting protection is something most explore in a lifetime or three …. Perfectly natural.
Any block just delays the inevitable, i.e. you are going to have to experience whatever, no matter the resistance … fear being an attractant. Then there is the multi-dimensional aspect one never takes into account. There are pathways within pathways and what you envisage before stepping forward usually omits doorways on the peripheral; manifesting as you progress reveals those doors and only then. Meaning what you fear most is often a ‘spiritual test’, for want of a title. This paragraph is book in itself … ponder or meditate on it and worlds of possibilities can open. In a blog I can headline and point only.
Initiations were common in my younger days, usually horrible, nasty experiences. I remember an etheric one my mind pulled me to I could not avoid. An etheric pathway where slippery slimy nasty beings were waiting to consume me. I felt, smelt, heard, tasted them – yuck. I knew I HAD to walk the path. I was instructed to not move off the path, so I walked and as I got to each nasty being it slid off grazing, but not pulling me. I reached the end and realised I had experienced a metaphor for life, i.e. the scary, the unknown was an illusion that once faced turned out to have no substance.
However, being able to walk through one’s worst fears does not stop one from thinking one is still 20 years old and can upgrade to a bicycle! Perhaps fear should have been acknowledged, although I do not think it was present (dense between the ears?). I shall ponder on that - briefly – rather like the torch … give it two days, not worth more.”
Linda

Media: Kawase Hasui - The Pond at Benten Shrine in Shiba, 1929.

28/05/2026

“Arrived home to find a note on the door from the company who service the electricity lines – important people. The note informed there would be ‘Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Activity’ flying over during the next few years, inspecting lines, poles etc. I had a mental vision of mini helicopters; the ‘penny dropped’ – drones. We are being spied on! Well, that is the first thought, then the second – am I interesting enough? Came to the conclusion – No. Besides, what could I do about it?
A memory surfaced of when I first moved into the cottage; annually, for three years, helicopters would ‘hedge-hop’ … flying low with their instruments detecting ‘crops’ of a certain nature. The previous tenants, students, did ‘creative’ gardening in the old hen house, lined with foil, of course!
Being looked at, inspected, watched is something one gets used to, nothing is private. I am talking etheric persons, spirit. Periodically a newly minted Sensitive feels the watchers and it worries them, naturally. Humans, have this strange idea that there is privacy, well, there is, but only amongst those who think there is. This subject aired as basic telepathy shows itself.
Most Extreme Sensitives, when tuning in, will get the drift of the subject in people’s minds. Most of that ‘action’ is when in the same room or party to a conversation – primitive telepathy. All leads to a ponder on how Privacy Laws will develop as our senses increase their efficacy – should be interesting.
Jessie Cat has a problem because Maggie, the outdoor cat, refuses to be intimidated … bit of a problem when one stalks slowly and menacingly across the lawn towards the ‘interloper’ and finds one’s best ‘menace’ is ignored, totally – stale mate.
Another cat is a worry though, that of a client. This elderly, very sensitive cat wanders, not a surprise, male cats do, but this one has a medical condition and must not be fed by ‘kind’ people. I racked my brains, thought of a note on a collar, then remembered mind pictures. I used to send one daughter (then aged two) mind pictures when she was small … basically “come home” with a smile. We lived on a property difficult to fence, and her friends lived on the same private lane. Worked a treat. I can still ‘call-in’ daughters generally, when I want to know how they are, even at their independent age – phone call not presence. Incidentally, that daughter turned into a confident explorer.
How to: picture a treat, then think “come home” (a comfortable normal thought mind to mind) … for cats as well.
Talking of telepathy, it has been a message filled week, for example, one brother was thinking of me for a week or two before ringing. Also, the woman from the remnants of a committee I was on – we do a café meet twice a year – no call yet. It goes on. Think of all the messages you send out unwittingly to people.
I was thinking the other day of these blogs, most, apart from personal twittering, based on solid Modern Metaphysics (MM), not learnt in this life, many others. The title, MM, is not important, the content is, if you deem it so. You are the one who accepts or dismisses, of course, based on your feeling sense. If it feels right, blend with your own ideas on life. Those interested in Ancient Mysteries will find M.M. are ‘kissing’ cousins.
Metaphysics: a word attributed to Aristotle … that Greek dude who wore drapery and philosophised about … well, everything. That is what metaphysics is – everything. The physics of ALL, a silly because to define or narrow its meaning implies an opposite, there is none … just is.
The ‘Modern’ was attached in the early 20th century to appease philosophers who felt they owned the word (controlling the narrative on life), an additive firmly putting metaphysics into NOW. However, that gets away from my reason for delving into the title, which is to give YOU back control. This is your life and by now you have worked out that the ‘Law’ of Attraction is real (the attractant nature within energy) … could call it the basis of metaphysics, but then that, i.e. pinning things down is counter to ‘reason’, cos’ MM’s nature shifts - develops as we evolve. Note: all Spirit ‘law’ evolve alongside us. Slippery subject, let’s get back to your life.
Everything you think/do/are has effect – creates ripples of energy and as you know it is impossible not to create. Even when being still there is creation, energetic movement (no good hiding in bed – there is shifting energy under that blanket). You are a world unto yourself, interconnected to Earth and every living being on it and beyond. Awesome eh! Incidentally, this last paragraph encapsulates metaphysics, in some ways … without Ancient Greek drapery.”
Linda

Media: Margery Williams Bianco - The Velveteen Rabbit, 1923.

21/05/2026

“People like me talk of ‘big change’, have been for a while (impossible marry time with geomancy predictions). Listeners look to their relatives, the political environment, everything that affects them, but rarely within, at the change happening subtly to their personalities, to their tastes, dreams. I upped the ante’ some years ago and called the whole ‘chaos’, both environmental and one’s inner worlds; that being now obvious in families as well as global events. Way to go yet. Heads up: senses opening is part of the whole.
The evolvement process is speeding up; everything we take for granted culturally is changing, has to. Responsibility for more of our lives … the basics are being forced. Yes, we are gaining technologically, however, our senses are making strain as they too are evolving, faster, bringing hidden ‘sense extensions; on-stream. And to add a few extra problems to the whole, not everyone’s senses develop in unison. Some have chosen to represent the traditional, the ‘old-ways’, adding a little more stress to community life. Every possibility/scenario, is useful for developing a human/spirit.
You can see why I use the word ‘chaos’, and I have not mentioned teenagers yet! But I look to the future, beyond my life and possibly that of many currently on Earth, to what has been forecast as ‘The Golden Age’. We have signs of it within a few people, especially in the Eco and the animal welfare arena, we shall have further signs as years pass – patchy initially. Meaning man shall come out of the chaos and seek peace within, and environmentally … when enough people evolve through the chaos and lead the way.
Back to the current status. You will sometimes feel conflicted, not just with others, but with your own beingness. What was important a few years ago shifts, and there comes a moment when your mind suddenly clicks, and for a while your intuition gets a chance, causing a change in diet, job, or even partner. Meantime, feeling a little lost, even directionless periodically is common.
Teenagers will rebel at what we dish out to them as life preparation. Education is not ‘taking’, some of it boring rather than stimulating their brains/imagination; related to the senses. I was bored with school … not relating to what was being taught. As soon as I learnt to read, write and do simple arithmetic, I hid, became average. Heads up teachers … the average pupil is hiding, waiting for the age when they can be free of … well, whatever. My rebellion was not planned it felt natural. Although I went to University, when in my fifties, after discovering a subject that interested me … human belief, i.e. religions. Was the right time’.
During an incarnation you change as though shedding skins; you do not remain the same person you were in your twenties – sort of evolvement within evolvement, after all when you balance a piece of karma the next bit appears, that may need slight adjustments to your character, likes, dislikes etc. Adaptability is the watch-word.
Yes, we shall take this planet to the brink in some areas, but do not forget we are living on a living being. You may take that as a warning if you want, but then if you are in an area where ‘natural’ disasters are about to happen, then you have a ‘clause’ in your incarnational contract to that effect. And natural disasters are not the only method of fulfilling the need for change. Political disasters are a fact. Look to parts of Europe. I say parts, because you can live very well in a country totally unaffected by its political or ‘natural’ problems.
A client moved to another town, and instead of solving her problems they increased hugely, so moved back to the original town. Oddly, she had not sold her house, not totally ‘burnt her boats’, so was able to; intuition was working in odd ways. Within weeks everything took on a new vibe; it was as though she was in a totally different place, different energies. SHE felt newness when responding to stimuli, effectively pulling the new toward her. She had needed to ‘move’, to experience the outstanding problem and then return. Sometimes putting physical action behind one’s intuition brings surprising results. You think you know the result of your actions? In this energy climate? Not necessarily. Scary, well, only if you want it to be.
At 8am I traversed the sheep yard to cut wood, avoiding a sheep truck loading woolly beasties. I kept to my ‘lane’, a stray in amongst that task is unwelcome. Rather like life, i.e. do what you want, but leave others to their wants without interference.”
Linda

Media: Aaron Shikler - Woman Reading (The Artist's Wife), 1962.

14/05/2026

“As a 7-year old I was aware death was a morbid/difficult subject for people. The latter triggered by our headmaster dying; pupils aged 5 to 12 years were required to line the street with heads bowed as the funeral procession passed by slowly – I noted teachers were more alert than ever before. I noted that some people have more stature in death than life.
Used the swing Pop made I felt the energy within adjust to the motion, and that adjustment was where I processed the subject of death. One part of me could not imagine not existing, the body certainly (not existing) and being without parts or all of it seemed natural, but there was a portion totally separate from parental dictates/rules – dangerous thoughts for a child. Although adventurous, physically ‘loud’, verbally I was a little secretive – irritatingly observant.
Mother was saviour faire over death, due to her family’s Theosophical Society background; death, life, pyramids and the dangers of aluminium saucepans were discussed over the dinner table by her parents, aunts and uncles. For her family death was transition, not the end.
Pop was an enigma, with a temper to be watched carefully, I seemed to ignite problems for him and me. Despite that he was a compassionate man, a person I sorted out to my satisfaction when older, realising I was the worst child he could have had – I found all the bits in life that irritated him!
By my early twenties I was attending funerals of various extended family members and elderly friends, and once visited, with mother, her friend, Jessie, dying of cancer, both artists. She was in bed at home when we visited. I noted a huge black angel above the bed … upon examination, I realised it was not black but all colours, shimmering – the Angel of Death – beautiful, compassionate. And lying on top of the bed was her younger sister, Jean, who had died decades before, cuddled up, giving comfort.
A large picture of sprites dancing in a forest clearing, painted by Jessie, hung on my wall for forty years and will do so in my next house. And yes, Jessie Cat is named after her – small and never to be underestimated!
Mind you, I have to be careful when death is present amongst people convinced there is no afterlife. Without realising it I can say something leaning toward cheerful. Did so when visiting a woman whose mother, Sally, had died at age 100. Sally had emitted a wisdom and tolerance of others, including daughter. Pretence is often present when death arrives. People visit and age-old condolence sentences offered up. Admittedly difficult to be original with ‘that’ conversation and I am not one for empty condolences - for once I am often silent.
I was invited to visit Sally in her bedroom - was expected. There was Sally’s body tucked up in bed, obvious to anyone, no matter how physically dense, that she was not in her body. I looked at Sally’s remains, smiled at Sally who was watching me curiously from across the room (knew me from gardening meetings, she was a little intimidating) and went back into the living room where I spoke (was expected), dangerous moment. No idea what, I remember it ‘hit the floor’, hard. Odd glances drifted my way from those present. I made my departure quickly, my duty as a member of the committee done.
Respecting others beliefs is important, but kow towing (to bow deeply, to show submission) to those beliefs is best avoided. I have vowed to not be myself at times – still practicing – mother insisted on ‘right behaviour’. I told my children, “Do not do as I do, do as I say.” I am beginning to suspect they ignored my homily.
I was asked to keep horse and rider calm at the prestigious international Badminton Horse Trials in England for three days, whilst the daughter of a client was competing. The horse had a sore leg on the second day, I was asked to intervene in that too, so I sent healing – it went from red to a normal colour, but knowing that an uncomfortable leg is not encouraging for a person with four skinny legs and heavy body, I was not hopeful. But client was delighted because the result was sixth place … excellent.
Calming animals is a regular task; animals respond to gentle calming words/energy beautifully … removing anxiety especially on important occasions e.g. when horse box arrives.
This week I looked at a house I fell in love with, but someone else was quicker.
It is Mothers-Day, full of good wishes, which is lovely. Super day, cold outside and the fire is going – Jessie Cat is in her green igloo determined to sleep the weather away.
Linda

Media: Duane Keiser - Fern in a Glass of Water, 2022

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