Linda Hampton's World, Christchurch (2026)

03/09/2026

“It is spreadsheet time, a ‘must’, I cannot do avoidance any longer, have done a year of studiously ignoring the existence of tax. I knuckle down over a week, off and on, complaining to everyone and anyone daffy enough to listen. Not that there were many around; Jessie Cat got the brunt.
Preceding ‘tax time’ was three weeks of contemplation, examining every aspect of my life and the nature of the culture I live within. Serious stuff, illuminating, meaning it will affect how I present life to clients, especially Sensitives trying to be Muggles!
I am talking meditation when I say ‘contemplation’. Meditation need not be sitting in the Lotus position losing oneself in the mists of the ether. It can be done standing walking, standing, lying, even doing repetitive, familiar tasks, like washing dishes – a reverie. I do advise practicing the sitting and tuning in variety first though until the mind and body are familiar with the whole aim. Then it is a matter of ‘showing up’.
I discovered, during my weeks of self-examination, a number of taken for granted things with no meaning … nothing you can make a comfortable list of tho’. Display your beliefs and you are inviting judgement, so best left in a quiet inner queue, exclusive, waiting for action.
The mind is our nemesis (stubborn opposition, rival for attention) and combined with body rituals creates resistance. However, bodies do work on repeats, they get comfortable with familiar, repeated action – use it. The mind though will create from mere suggestion all sorts of problems, so that needs corralling, and one way is with counting. Counting backwards to reach a particular goal works, or forward to lose a persistent thought. ‘Practice’ is the key word.
If we allow, we can belittle ourselves, which has a behavioural effect - can effectively erode trust between partners/friends. That unconscious moulding of behaviour makes truth shadowy, meaning we cease to be free mentally as our mind becomes a justification tool for not standing in our truth, in our beingness.
Boy oh boy that is serious. You can tell the nature of this week’s client discussions. I bow out – take from it what you want, and do with it as you wish. The Dalai Lama when asked what the aim in life should be, he replied – “Happiness”.
It has been weeks since I spoke to my landlord. I purposefully keep out of his way during lambing; him being gynaecologist to a large flock of females who wear permanent woolly coats, aka ‘sheep farmer’. Despite that commitment, this week I found a very large tree branch beside my car - a gift. I texted a thank you (we share a love of wood cutting), and this morning I opened the yard gate for his tractor, subsequently having our first conversation for ages, small things make life comfortable.
One client conversation moved around what being a ‘Beyond Extreme Sensitive’ produced in life experiences. For my client it meant having to step away from accepted behaviours; unconsciously teaching her children to do the same - questioning the morality of law and those who govern. Quite a subject before election time - 7th November. I always proceed elections with, “I must vote – it is one’s duty.” But now I am looking for the new – so far only seeing tradition recycled.
I put the pantry contents on the dining room table last week aiming at a serious clean of that cupboard, not just dip and wipe – serious. With all displayed, no hiding, a small revolution started. Throw out mode. One can be radical when one lives alone. Also, one can eat the biggest biscuits first, no sharing.
However, two people came in, viewed the biscuit container and dipped in with no comment on taste after. You see my biscuits are almost healthy - no cane sugar only a little honey. Noted there was no double dipping. Before you wrinkle your nose at Linda’s healthy treat regime, she must confess that the first 30 years of her life was full of sugar – normal for the 50s, 60s and 70s. Now she is doing body penance. (Third person is useful.)
I have been watching country people build traditional wooden houses in Vietnam. Having become a self-affirmed expert, I get cross when U Tube video makers take short cuts, like not charring the bottom of wooden posts to prevent rot!
Jessie Cat is a frequent listener to comments on house building in a forest. Her confusion is about food location these days, because I am moving cat bowls, depending on the time of day - Maggie Cat is sneaking in and hoovering extras.
Remember to walk in nature – hug a tree or two – stand on grass and feel the Earth – very healing in this time of general stress.”
Linda

Media: David Gahr - Dolly Parton, September 1976 in New York City, New York.

27/08/2026

“A difficult week – computer problem involving a file glitch. Too many hours moving through the same word processing app over and over to find cause, forgetting to check the basics. I drove into town, tied in mental knots, to the computer/techy firm I use and struck ‘the apprentice’. He tried out ideas, which served to indicate his novice status with the program and elderly women. His manner assumed I got overwhelmed with my computer, when not gardening and having Nana-naps. He retreated behind a wall with my computer whilst I paced the shop reception area. 30 mins later, having gotten solid direction from a supervisor, he proudly told me the problem – so basic it was embarrassing. I sloped out with noticeable ‘egg-on-face’, after acknowledging my ineptitude, paying and returning home (to have a Nana-nap). He was gracious, and victorious!
Jessie Cat is sitting on the desk - elevated. It is an old- fashioned drop-down fronted affair that makes a convenient shelf for a curious cat – she is smiling, because it is a sunny day and all is well with her world, having done her house zoomies.
I am filling in time, because a client will ring in 10 minutes – an appointment. This cottage is full of ‘little’ jobs and if I start any, it will take me out of earshot of phone – that is experience talking, coupled with ‘Murphy’s Law’.
Saturday I was taken on ‘an outing’. Under 65 years might not have experienced one. It involves a scenic car ride with afternoon tea, or if you are lucky, lunch. Oh, and the little walk afterwards, “If you can manage it.” My attitude beforehand was not good, but I put on ‘good casual garb’, a description covering most of my wardrobe, having left the pearls, and ‘best’ dress behind. The latter not yet ditched, because ‘you never know’. Do you have those ‘might be useful’ clothes … slightly out of date - age apparent? Can’t get rid, because Mother’s rules are embedded, deep, with accompaniments, ‘Have you got a clean handkerchief … underwear?’ Said as you to exit.
Incidentally, I enjoyed and drive, café and walk enormously. Got to exercise my conversational skills, briefly, because we got onto Feminism, Labour Laws, and other necessary subjects. I managed to add a little Wiccan-ism, and info’ on Buddhist debates (philosophy). The latter, a memory surfacing as the café conversation became a debate. Helped that my hostess was an academic and her husband an all-round absorber of knowledge, so it was a balanced th*****me with spice. (Slurp.) The whole exercised the affirmation = ‘Like attracts Like’.
Work is slow this week - happens. I did have a consult with a fellow with an etheric bug in his auric field – his second in several months. He asked whether he could learn to remove them. I like it when people show proactiveness, but mostly have to disappoint. Admittedly I have taught a handful how to get rid of them, but only because I was sure they understood the rules. One has to kill, also it takes mental expertise, and I will not teach another person how to harm anything, (whether sentient or not,) in the etheric, unless they have demonstrated, during conversation, they understand consequences and the nature of some etheric aspects. It would be irresponsible of me.
My Hindu clients often suggest chanting spiritual verses, meditation or other religious practices, but they do not affect ‘the bug’. Some are convinced a healthy body, eating organic food etc. is the answer, but not in my experience. Another client complained that they do not answer when she tries reasoning with them. I had to tell her that these bugs are not sentient beings … not sure she understood – time will tell. (Sentient: awareness, reasoning abilities – related to senses.)
‘Exciting’ the auric pheromone still rules as a preventative, tho’ only sticking in about 75% of clients’. The bug likes those who suffer from depression or have neurological problems. Very, very rarely in those with Downes Syndrome (who express the embodiment of joy/love), which led to the conclusion that the inability to experience ‘joy’ is important; the bug is attracted to the negative, and the long-term depressed.
Incidentally, Earth Stress is high so if you are experiencing strange emotions that will likely be the cause, as might be strange behaviour from our four-leggeds friends - they experience E.S too. By the way, odd incidents caused by mental blocks are a symptom – my computer being an example.
It is my last wood collecting foray today in the huge, soon to be burnt, wood piles. It is getting dangerous to forage now I have extracted the easily reached pieces. But if I had a tractor with scraper attached … I do have a hard hat – a start, of sorts!”
Linda

Media: Marie-Guillemine Benoist - Portrait of a Black Woman, 1800.

20/08/2026

“Monday morning and I was just surfacing; a name was persistent in my mind … ‘Amber’. My cousin! She died over a year ago – I tuned in and there she was. Old memories wandered by, old assumptions mended instantly … we were not close, although we were at High School together. She mentioned her son-in-law – an attachment (etheric bug), would I please remove it? I gathered myself, (still wanting to stay asleep) and did so. She thanked me and gradually disappeared after more ‘conversation’. Not remarkable, but I looked at what I had written above and realised it appeared as though she had ‘talked’, verbally. No, communication is telepathic, fast, with huge extras coming from all sides, all at once, more pictures with knowingness – solid, not wishy washy. I noted her health, she was glowing – her love of exercise, running especially. “Oh, I am still doing that,” she said, “I teach fitness to others now.” She does so because she wants people to be healthy. Yes, in Spirit. She is one of many healers who help those with retained problems after ‘passing-over’. Help them be free of mental ‘chains’; the body left in the incarnation site.
The healing continues in Spirit, helping with self-doubt, uncomfortable body image, anything that controls in excess. Not to negate, or wipe out from memory the experiences one has had, but put them in perspective whilst one is in Spirit, so the main focus can be put on the next step, one’s evolution/pathway. We have one life with many INS and OUTS, via incarnational experiences, with each being unique whilst being bonded to all others.
I am always humbled by the ways of Spirit. Healers still work; people still trying to improve themselves; choices. Oh yes, there are always those who feel improving a golf handicap is valuable … levels, layers, something for everyone. Even those who reincarnate almost immediately, taking problems back into another life. Repeating experiences as though not enough was wrought out of the first ‘wringing’. We are perfectionists.
I had a quick lesson in perspective via a neighbour who was walking his much loved, magnificent, untrained large dog. (He wanted a companion.) After I had been greeted with muddy dog paws on my chest, accompanied by a mild “No don’t jump up”, which dog ignored as did I, my neighbour observed that it had been a dry winter. I opened my mouth to disagree, turned it into a smile and made no comment. Perspective. The conversation ended when dog got bored.
We can go through a whole life living mentally different, from family members, work-mates, neighbours, politians, because of perspective. Nowadays, we have Sensitives who gauge violence, whether it be weather or community habits, vastly differently from others; judgement has been individualised. Sensitives who wince when a loud voice is raised no matter its mood, aversion to loud noise generally and, as said in previous blogs, aversion to ‘emotion-throwing’ (that will increase). All in addition to ‘normal’ fears brought through the birth canal. Normal because they have been chosen as part of what needs to be worked through into balance.
We are so involved at times in our perspective we get cross at others for having a different take on ‘whatever’. Would be boring if we were all in agreement with ‘whatever’.
Once a relative came through a door from his car, obviously having encountered someone/thing making him cross - I pointed outside to the backyard. “Go, get rid of that mood before you spread it indoors.” To my surprise he did so, without an argument, re-entering more balanced, and amused.
We are learning new perspectives as our senses accelerate their efficacy into clairvoyant, clairaudient, clair-sniffient, clair-tastient and clair-feelient. Yup, the ordinary, expected, levels of experiencing the senses are behind us, tho’ some still cling.
We simply have to get used to having individualised reactions to stimuli – especially as memory of other-life activity surfaces via our reactions to noise, smell etc. Rarely with location, no neat stories, just isolated reactions. Call it trauma, if you want, most is memory working as senses accelerate … information. It is about introducing our mind to our body …. Minds want to belong to ‘the Team’, wherever or what that team is … on TV, at work or a group of friends. Mind wants it easy, comfortable – to belong, to be seen as ‘normal’, belonging. But the incarnational contract has to be attended to so difference via perspective is exercised constantly, often leaving mind to catch up.
I will have to clear garden growth today, not yet jungle, but nature has a sense of humour as it stretches over paths. Jessie will be inspector as usual – being visible and hidden at will.”
Linda

Media: John Rogers Cox - Gray and Gold, 1942.

13/08/2026

“It was the Green Expo and I was going with doubt; I do not do Green Expos well. I go, get irritated by obviously non-green products and argue. I make a point of engaging every chocolate stall and asking whether they have No Sugar chocolate yet (?) knowing full well they do not. And as for packaging … we won’t go there.
I took myself to task beforehand and told myself to not be an interfering old bat and for once enjoy the show. I did, partly because I had two ladies, one either side, one a therapist, and one who used to carry handcuffs for her job – both relatives, delightful companions.
The phenomena of the ‘Goodie Bag’ sold at the door has to be seen to be believed. It was $25 and full of samples from many stalls, like muesli bars, cosmetics, rejuvenation creams, free exercise sessions, even a tiny toothpaste tube - a sort of female lucky dip bag. And both my companions wanted one, and being curious I wanted one too. We queued early, because, of course, there is a ‘limited supply’ of bags and many enthusiasts. Admittedly the bags are worth the money, but one has to carry this heavy bag around the expo because by the time you are ready to leave all Goodie Bags are sold out …. Really?!
An hour or more later I staggered back to my car, with head threatening painful repercussions, glad to put the bag down; got home safely and collapsed - pleased. And today, the morning after, I have no after effects – success – head is mending.
Jessie Cat took off straight after her breakfast heading for the yard, probably the hay barn where mice are plentiful – entertainment. She is having a difficult time because Maggie Cat is now huge and in recent territory fights is winning – Jessie is only half her size. Obviously, Maggie was barely out of kittenhood when she landed through my cat door five months or so ago. I have had to take sides, with rules attached to Maggie – no entry, she gets fed outside and I stop all fighting with combat action (arms waving and nasty noises). Maggie is more defender, whereas Jessie is a fighter with a range of killer moves and language that obviously come from the African savannah (Jessie’s breed has African wild cat in it).
Incidentally, I have put Maggie on a diet … she is obviously snacking on mice, so cat biscuits have been reduced. This place is cat heaven. Landlord mentioned he has noted Maggie – farmers will tolerate a cat or two, but when they increase ….!
A client’s comment – she was getting more out of a blog when reading them more than once. Ah, the secret of the written word revealed, the author’s mind can be opened.
A writer lays on the page a sentence that is obviously part of a larger subject, the Sensitive reads and allows their mind to expand the subject. That ‘fruit comes from their consciousness AND that of the writer, activating the old label: ‘reading between the lines’. In effect, everything written is a trigger to a larger part; an ‘arm’ of the telepathic sense, i.e. being able to read the writer. Some will read a book, then reread it a few months or years later and feel they had missed bits on the first read through. The more I think on this subject the more I feel exposed!
It has been a week of beginnings and endings – mort (death) for some. It made me think of those needing others to admire their perfection/seniority. Life has perfection, but it’s whole is not found in one incarnation – more a bunch of them reflecting of each other – each a chapter. The subject came about when doing ‘other-life’ retrieval work, with one spirit in particular striding through into Spirit, almost twirling his mustachios, self-importance. I thought of life being elegant and laughed. I can only comment on my decidedly inelegant life (I cannot honestly claim otherwise).
Most of us will arrive in Spirit with an etheric body doggedly hanging in there, having shed a wrung-out physical with USED stamped on it, and wishing we had a bit more savoir faire. Then we ‘travel’ the Hall of Memories (should rename it the Hall of Consequences) to relive our life just exited, take cringing responsibility for the oopsies (ouch) and puff our chest out at the bits done well. And to think some feel death leads to nothingness – surprises in store!
Life is not about knowledge collecting, it is about honesty, discovering the nature of happiness (despite body condition). It is attained by surprising people – more often the ordinary, meaning Buddhas are amongst us. Buddha being not one person - a concept/title attributed to those who attain enlightenment; awareness beyond Earthly existence. (Sigh) Back to trying to make housework elegant or seem worthwhile.”
Linda

Media: ©Time Magazine - Arundhati Roy

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.

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