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The aim is to teach, remind, encourage awareness of Self. Following the ‘Wise Woman’ tradition
Linda Hampton M.A.

Spiritual Illuminator, Medium,
Occultist, Visionary & Author. All the above means I deal with:
*Throwing ‘light’ on who and what you are! Via Counselling I assist with …
- People / Sensitives having difficulties
with life and ….
- Parents with psychic or sensitive
- Children (i.e. children using their senses
in different ways from parents)
- Reassuring the bereaved via mediumship and info’ on the afterlife.
- Geopathic Stress / excess radiation,
- Attachments in Auric field, Presences (ghosts) and similar problems.
- Clean-up of properties etherically (local, national and internationally).
- And generally dealing with the unexplained … including the ‘heavy duty’ side of life, like Matuku, Curses, Exorcisms and concepts people like me are traditionally known for dealing with.

20/11/2025

“My sister rang, a rare event as she has difficulty holding the instrument due to health problems. “Sun Flares,” she announced with triumph. I blinked, realising I had missed a good part of the conversation she had been having internally since listening to a news broadcast. “Yes,” she continued, “they cause electrical glitches.” She had found a reason why my vibe can stop machinery or cause them to rethink their reason for living, sometimes. “Ah,” I said, momentarily stuck for words. After she explained the science, I realised I could excuse a little of my future with the firm announcement, “Sun Flares”!
The conversation is mentioned because I am not alone with this quirk. You too now have an excuse. Use it wisely.
I have reached an impasse with tidying of this property back to pre-tenancy identity ‘sterility’, i.e. free of Hampton creativity. The wood shed was the last Donn construction. I am now in think mode rather than action mode.
I remember a saying attributed to me as a restless child (goodness knows where this homily originated), “Learn to accept stillness, constant action is a Presbyterian thing”, the inference being that Presbyterians work daylight to dusk to be worthy of godly notice. A Roman Catholic homily appears, ‘Restless hands seek trouble where occupied hands keep one focused on God.’ Ah, that one came from a life when a postulate in a Convent.
The saving of me, from too much introspection, appeared via telephone, from a young woman needing guidance. Unfortunately, she wanted reassurance that life will be good or better in the future. I told her it will continue, life that is.
Currently I have a client reaping the difficult side of karma. “Will things get better?” I prevaricate, cos’ my knowingness is silent, not a good sign. I do know some of this life of hers is dedicated to balancing excesses in another. It all comes under the heading: ‘We reap what we sow.’ And it is not about good and bad, it is about balance, which our perfectionism gene pushes (we all have it); coupled with evolvement. No one is waving a finger at us with punishment in mind, just another firm direction from Soul.
I regard ‘good and bad’ judgements as useless, and positively irritating when used on a concept/person. Negative and Positive is as ‘bad’; both I feel have a time limit. What can be judged as one thing can be something totally different in the next moment, e.g. ‘Bad when the child fell off his bicycle, but good because it saved him from being further out on the road and run over by that speeding truck’. Pays to allow a scenario to run its course before making judgements, because the thought must occur - ‘When has ‘the course’ stopped running – when does the full-stop occur?’
My philosophical treatise is unwritten, but may as well be as it occupies my mind. I think of the people who have lived on this property in the last forty years, even Bronny Bantam … I am last man standing, well, with Jessie Cat … okay, second last then, then there is Maggie Cat …. Was a daffy thought anyway.
A text from the U.K. regarding a fellow who was ‘held’ in his bed whilst seeing a woman in white. Last time she appeared was before an earthquake in his home country (European). In that situation the word ‘transfixed’ is used, meaning your mind cannot go into action, because fear, fight or flight, everything, dumps into your mind creating overload, creating total inaction. One could dismiss it as a psychological scenario, but that seems to diminish it. Oddly it is not an uncommon experience. His vision was one his consciousness used as a warning … information related to something (place or someone) he is connected to. Sort of the extreme part of the knowingness sense (6th sense). It is a wait and see situation, because no action is indicated, apart from the happening of a quake after the first vision. I relate back what I know of such situations, which is not much help except possibly allaying fear of ‘heavenly trauma dumping’, i.e. supernatural weirdness, leading to worry. Worry that points again to an unknown.
I have made the Christmas cake I make yearly as a gift. I also made a sugar-free recipe, reinvented into my kind of Christmas Fudge. Will it last to Christmas? No. Excellent. Anything I make with an eye to 25th Dec, and my tastes, is bound to be eaten in November, making December an anticlimax, or extended stomach ache from rich food overindulgence.
Another text from U.K, this time daughter near London. Picture of her family, triggering a flurry of messages and pictures from NZ, me included. Warm fuzzy moments.”
Linda

Media: Maynard Dixon - No Place To Go, 1935.

13/11/2025

“I was in a hurry to make an appointment in town, and life was playing ‘banana-skin’, complete with new road works in unexpected places. Made the appointment with one minute to spare, and turned off my telephone.
Back in my car an hour later I turned the phone on, or tried to. A black screen with one word, but no other response. I needed someone who knew more than I. I noted a young woman sitting on the ground, back up against a concrete bollard, with her phone. I asked whether she had a Samsung and how one turns it on. I was trying to avoid the mall. She smiled and helpfully pushed buttons to no effect, and noted how hot it was. I sighed, thanked her for her efforts, got in the car and turned it towards the mall. If a young person could not help, the nearest to a ‘rug rat’ I could find, then I needed a geek. Meantime phone was getting hotter.
I paused in the doorway of the computer shop and surveyed the assistants. Ah, there, a pale, skinny young man with spectacles … obviously did not see much sunshine during childhood due to techy addiction. I placed my telephone on the counter in front of him. “I think it has turned into a bomb, it is incredibly hot and won’t turn back on.”
His long, thin fingers delicately held two keys down, whilst muttering the comment, “This usually takes a few seconds.” We stared at the screen together and voila it came back to life, with no apology. He smiled gently, explained the phone’s problem, which translated to ‘stuck’. I thanked him and trekked back through the mall and up to the roof carpark. By the time I got to the car my phone was normal temperature. I knew it had responded to my vibe, that electrical thing I have that seizes some techy stuff – automatic doors, checkout tills etc. Not often, just enough to feel haunted when it does.
Sunday morning. Thought I would tidy the corrugated iron from the wood shed I demolished previous day for safety reasons. I had poked it with a finger and it wobbled. Four hours later I was admitting it was an octopus job … many tentacles.
Admittedly there were a few phone calls to divert me. A friend from Wellington, a writer, who described the effort in getting her new Apple computer set up. I commented dryly, “Rather like cell phones.” We talked of cats, and important subjects. We had been friends for years and talking to her was a treat.
My thoughts turned to my London daughter as I hung up. I checked the time in that city and telephoned. She had started a job in a school for neuro-diverse children two months ago – two pupils to one teacher situation. She was enjoying it, and described the progress for these children as often being measured in years, not months.
I had just turned my thoughts back to my shed (that was) when a call came through from a very upset client/friend. One of her horses had to be put down the previous night. E… was the mother of two of her other horses; a four-legged gem. E… was there as we spoke, in Spirit. “How is she?” I watched E… turn and gallop around a wide grassed area with hillocks, demonstrating wellness, then she lifted off from the ground, still galloping, tossing her mane, whinnying with joy. “I think she is doing well,” said with understatement, humour surfacing, and then caught myself. “Seriously, she is brilliant.” I described the sight of a horse wanting to convey her happiness and gratitude to her owner via me.
As I continued to watch, a particular trainer, in Spirit, known to my friend, approached E…, running his hand across her shoulder and back with love, after which E… galloped back to us, whinnying, then, stepping closer leant close to my friend with her muzzle pointing to the ground, putting her forehead against hers. I too had tears in my eyes. Animals are sometimes so much better at communicating than humans.
I finished most of the shed project and mowed a bit of lawn as well; necessary after such emotional ‘exercise’. Feeling a little more ‘in control’, I told myself I had needed a good measure of Vitamin D anyway.
It was raining when I awoke. I dressed, washed, and put the buckets out in the kitchen – only one drip so far. Love rain and oddly I do not mind the drips … landlord and I are being very pragmatic. (The construction of the cottage does not allow temporary mending without me moving out anyway.) I am very fortunate in life, although one furry four-legged thinks otherwise this morning. Jessie wants the fire on and having to settle for a tightly curled posture on my chair – spoilt cat.”
Linda

Media: N. C. Wyeth - Nightfall, 1945

06/11/2025

“For the last three weeks my new phone and I have been getting to know each other. For the first week I was talking Oppo, it was talking Samsung. We were just starting to get along in the third week when one morning I found it had not charged overnight. I poked the charge lead in several times, no effect … my phone was not talking … strange, it was not normally short of comments.
I headed for the shop where I had bought it. In the carpark in top of the Westfield Mall I realised I had forgotten the paperwork. Intuition said, “Wing it.”
In the store I was met by a young woman in strange garb, face painted oddly. I blinked and asked for T…. “Halloween,” she explained taking in my confusion. “Ah, I am from out of town,” I said as though that explained my ignorance. T…. joined us, he was wearing a pink tutu, with a star headband. “Halloween,” I said knowledgeably, “Colour suits you.” The phone finally got a mention and I passed it over. Both examined it. “There is something stuck in the bottom,” said both, almost in unison. I had a moment of awful clarity, “It isn’t a piece of wood, is it?” They conferred. “Could be.” I was cheerfully directed to a techy shop further down the mall where they remove foreign objects from phones, and other stuff. Fifteen minutes later the phone was well, after a piece of Pinus Radiata had been removed. I resolved to be more careful when chain-sawing.
Last week’s subject, ‘language for spirituality’ was still on my mind, heightened as my mind was ‘tapped’ firmly by my consciousness when a client texted with a phrase her healer said.
My client’s body is particularly vocal when it comes to foreign energies, and has been positively ‘shouting’ with the current high Earth Stress, going into extreme ‘fight or flight’ mode. Her healer referred to the healing result as ‘a dragon has been removed,’ an ancient phrase, many centuries old, indicating balance achieved … a recalibration having been done. using symbolism (the dragon motif) as a ‘shorthand;’ in this case indicating the violence had gone. Mind you depending what culture one is in the dragon can symbolise many things, e.g., protection, being well-born, or power. But in this case the healer was specific, referring to the outcome of healing.
Many newbies, when seeking understanding of their spirituality, feel a little lost, unable to voice their needs in what they consider ‘the right way,’ because at every turn it seems the language shifts patterns. Where is symmetry? Within.
No one is ‘more spiritual’ than any other, no matter the language used. We are all equal, and all spirit from Spirit. Whether you explore spirituality, or not, is unimportant to an incarnation, unless that exploration is part of your pathway. You are still spiritual if you do not explore. Many unheralded ‘saints’ live lives without fanfare, without knowing what a ’chakra’ is, or have need for religious/spiritual beatification.
Spiritual knowledge is in your consciousness anyway, and your reason for being in this incarnation is to feed your consciousness or Soul. And if you do feel to explore spirituality then do so on your own terms, not as something you point to beyond yourself, but something within. The best explanation of spirituality is in your mind, unspoken, coloured with love, kindness, compassion, for self. That colours your vibe, detectable for all to feel, sense in some way.
I remember one person described their being able to smell ‘specialness’ in a person, which brough questions to my mind as to whether it was floral, a delicious hot curry, aftershave-like …? Smell can create a picture as much as clairvoyance can.
However, if you have a body yelling ‘fight or flight,’ disrupting normal life, it must be balanced, which is why I point always to nature immersion as a starter. Then the healer, and long term, for those severely affected, I recommend daily meditation and/or yoga, or another balancing technique. Eastern cultures have ‘stolen a march’ on the West with many techniques, e.g. I do Qi Gong daily, after a small meditation, which starts the day nicely. For those with very vocal bodies I strongly recommend seeking an exercise regime that addresses the connection of spirit (you) with body.
Jessie Cat has a surprising talent … she can stand up tall on her back legs like a Meerkat. She suddenly did so, holding the pose easily for a full minute, checking out the bushes across the lawn … complete with front legs dangling against her stretched stomach, ears pointing to … well, something. I liken the experience to discovering one’s cat can speak Urdu.”
Linda

Media: Ruskin Spear (British, 1911–1990) - The Curious Cat.

28/10/2025

Feel to post early this week:
“The worst thing about a blog is the first sentence. Just me and my computer staring at each other, before a word comes tripping along, either a memory from a client exchange, or a helpful insert from an etheric helper. Invariably the first.
Language! I tend to make my own labels and language sometimes for metaphysical concepts, because there is no fixed lexicon; language strives to meld with the culture trying to grasp its intricacies That is the nature of the etheric, and as one traverses its infinity one realises that each client is an ‘enclosure’ negotiating a life so individually their language is their own, and often not spoken, but kept in the mind or a sort of mental side room entered only at odd times. Concepts are identified through those senses/vibes that defy community assumptions, rules for engagement and/or experiences.
Healers working isolated in their clinics constructing a narrative they are comfortable with. Oh, the word ‘chakras’ may be used, but not always, often words are pulled from the ether, or others creativity, that seem to fit and stick, much to the discombobulation of other healers who have another ‘language’, their own.
In the past the Spiritualist Churches dictated simplistic language for the unseen, for spirituality independent of traditional religions, e.g. ‘guides’, whilst The Theosophical Society and other august organisations made complex languages for the same. It was the language of the Spiritualists that got passed around beyond their portals, not necessarily that of the ‘august’ organisations. Most of the latter are now either in recess, diminishing, or readjusting for a new type of person. Sensitives perhaps, who access information in many ways, not only via books, but also through their ‘remembering’, i.e. via their consciousness opening small alleyways of information.
Labels get passed around, either used or tossed aside; healthy, because if we get to a place where certainty is found, then rigidity takes hold and we lose our investigative, expansive enquiring mind and let the possibility of ‘difference’ be passed over. Many owning those minds are healers working at the ‘coalface’, dealing with the differences that being a Sensitive brings.
I was in communication with a healer this week who used a solid title for a client’s nasty … it sounded sci-fi and American. I queried it and got no answer. Probably because I said, “What the hell is a ….” Anyway, the nasty turned out to be a bug that took up residence approx. 10 years ago in the client. Not nice - comfy bugs dictate too many terms for living, for their host. I daresay the interesting label will turn up again.
Note: Earth Stress is particularly high. Been going up and down like a lift all year, currently past previous highs. Meaning you Sensitives will feel depressed or just down at times, and/or your body will be giving signals, some dramatic. Go outside onto grass or hug a tree … recalibrate or ‘ground oneself’ (awful phrase). Being part of Earth, and Sensitive, means our senses will advise changes via the body.
Jessie Cat had a whale of a time with the stint of fine weather – was rarely at home. I know she loves the vegetable garden because creatures of all sorts live there so it is rather like watching TV before one’s eyes close and sleep takes over.
I awoke to the sound of a car door closing in the yard – I had a visitor whom I did not recognise. I opened the door, but not before wishing I was Samantha in the ‘Bewitched’ TV program – house was more odd than usual. Turns out there was a lamb who has got through a fence … mother one side, lamb the other. We sorted out ownership difficulties, finally, not helped by me in befuddled waking up mode. Did not help either when my solicitor rang in the middle of me explaining, to my visitor, my lack of land ownership. She went away with my landlord’s cell number probably feeling as though she had visited lulu-land. I never answer phones upon waking, takes half an hour to decide whether I want to continue my incarnation! I will now include not answering the door for half an hour. Be aware, as one ages falling asleep when sitting down is common.
I remember a fellow guaranteed to nod off in meetings I used to attend. He snored sometimes. At one meeting it happened that a Dutch woman, noted for being decisive, sat behind him. His head dropped and started snoring, so she tapped him hard on the back of the head with a book. It worked. He sat with his back to a wall from then on.
From now on I am doing only phone consults for a while until a clinic appears. Have the feeling that will be sited in my new home … when that appears. Whatever, I am still available.
Weather is turning, Jessie is looking for a new bed inside. My unavailable lap has been assessed. Must get some wood inside as temperature is dropping – rain forecast.”
Linda

Media: Rosie Ngwarraye Ross - Alyawarr people, Sugarbag Dreaming, 2022.

23/10/2025

“A week ago, I found myself talking to a client, about a particular kind of visualisation. I ‘conjured’ a ritual that approaches an aspect of healing, a little of what I do not normally deeply speak of, because actioning my advice can invite ‘other’ actions. I was speaking to an Extreme Sensitive, and the teaching healer who accompanied her. The information felt right at the time, and as I ponder on that appointment now it still feels right.
Visualisation is often regarded as imagination, or false mind action, yet we use it in manifesting life constantly, consciously, and unconsciously. E.g. Healers project in their minds scenarios of action when working on clients … visualisation – creating an energy trail or map for etheric healing actions.
Another way of looking at the action: One casts a mind lure (containing one’s ‘will and intent’) towards the goal, to which is attached a thread of the creator’s mind. As the lure winds around the goal the mind moves the physical into action (both their own and clients). The reaction is in place … the visualisation becomes fact.
I knew my client was going into a job that would test the ‘feeling/empathic’ part of her senses; produce from her senses that she would have to acknowledge. Knowledge that she would not be able to help some persons, as she would be employed to do, UNLESS she removed auric attachments when they showed. So, I talked of visualisation as an action, etherically removing/destroying, the attachment; tools with specific actions, whose effect she was familiar with in the material world, meaning she would be using symbology to achieve the action she wanted. This also came with a mention of Karma and its specific lee-ways, cementing the caution element.
In the same week an old client surfaced. Visualisation was needed, but ... “I cannot Linda, it upsets my balance, I feel sick.” I tried to work around the phobia using other words/descriptions, to get to the knub of the problem. Previously I had used words like ‘sci-fi,’ ‘playacting,’ anything to get her out of a black and white world she considers to be ‘reality.’ Then she said she wanted to get back to when she was 12 years old, the age when she feels a decision was made that changed her life (trauma). I held my breath whilst saying, “Go ahead … I will support your journey.”
She moved herself through time to the point she knew was the place of trauma and described the feeling. I dared not mention the word ‘visualisation,’ but that was the engine for her action, the result of casting a lure; a memory mix toward her goal, with ‘extras’ (visualisation).
After a weekend of activities that included taming a climbing rose creating a mound of stick vegetation, I set a fire in the orchard early Monday morning. I had been adding to the pile over months of snipping and outright chainsaw action at times. Never underestimate nature when she sees a gap … she always had someone (plant) in mind to fill it. The orchard is so green it almost hurts the eyes cos’ the sheep moved through weeks ago providing manure.
Had one weird experience when I passed through a store seeking fabric and at one point the senses went AWOL. I was surrounded by ornaments, traditional and weird for Christmas, mixed with remnants of Halloween - plastic ‘witchy-poo’ oddities, spiders, fake cobwebs, and skeletons. Very odd, sort of Disneyland on speed with each storybook overlapping, destroying mystery, effectively exposing Disney knickers.
Later in same day I was sitting beside a plastic skeleton, when in a shop waiting for a particular assistant with a particular expertise in chainsaws. The first salesperson had invited me to sit on the bench provided and wait. Loved the humour. Others did too, shown by small smiles lighting their faces.
The run up to Christmas is always weird. But then, everything is exactly as it should be, because we have manifested or helped manifest our surrounds. Manoeuvring with ethical regard for others is certainly necessary.
The odd house appears as I move through the rental market online, but I refuse to bow to third best. Am I being unrealistic? No, I am really waiting for a certain something – the ‘vibrational note’ that proceeds my move. Then the work starts in ‘zoom gear’, justifying house and its position. Meantime I am useful, and that is satisfying.
Note: next week all my appointments will be via telephone – clinic work (face to face) is suspended for a while.”
Linda

Media: Lucy Almey Bird - Wild Shores
lucyalmeybirdart

16/10/2025

“A large Silver Birch. planted thirty-four years. ago was cut down Wednesday. Planting beside the garden gate made sense back then, but as other trees grew it suffered.
I called an Arborist firm who sent a young man to assess. “I will be able to do it now, only take half an hour,” he said cheerfully, obviously a huge tree in a corner was nothing remarkable. “Good,” I said, “I want it done in one; no branch cutting before. That way no other trees, the fence nor the car shed will be affected.” Nothing like telling an expert his business!
I had warned the Nature Spirits a week before, and now noted the activity amongst them as he got ready, first throwing a lure up into the tall branches again, and again, until it wrapped around the thickest. He pulled a heavier rope, attached to the lure rope, into place, then attached both ends to his truck. He reversed until the line was taut. I noted change in the tree, as its life energy moved from branches, consolidating in the trunk.
The long chainsaw throbbed into life; a large wedge was cut from the front. The trees energy was now moving down into the ground steadily. Nature Spirits were around the young man now cutting horizontally from the back. I thought I saw the tree move imperceptibly, he certainly felt it and withdrew his saw, walked to his truck, got in and reversed slightly. The Nature Spirits were a blur of activity as the tree fell. I felt sad.
I asked him to cut the larger branches off on the ground. “Do you want me to cut it all up? he asked, eyeing my boots with amusement and age with concern. “No thank you, I will do that,” I replied, in what I hoped was a brisk business-like manner, whilst brushing smooth my large denim pinny that covered most of me.
Some of the Nature Spirits had disappeared, with those firmly connected staying as the last of the tree’s energy and thereby theirs slowly melded into the ground, a few stood around me. The stump was wet as the roots continued to pump water up from the ground. Death of those came slower.
The weekend was full of visitors as though they had conspired in deciding I had had long enough alone. Jessie Cat decided the puppy brought by one visitor was a little too much and monitored the animal’s enthusiasm for an introduction suspiciously. When she decided a little lesson on territory ownership was necessary, both me and owner had to act quickly. “NO JESSIE!” She had danced sideways in attack mode. She will get used to little Benson, eventually – hopefully. He is family now.
Other visitors were constants, as was dealing with attachments in others’ auras, via texts rolling in. There had been an increase over the last couple of weeks. Some clients were getting badgered constantly. I removed one from a little boy and immediately his mother texted enquiring whether I had removed it … a second had landed immediately after the first. I know this avalanche is not permanent, but wearing for those infected. Earth Stress combined with the breaking down of cultural certainties are part of the cause.
We create rigidity in our cultural assumptions, and it comes as a surprise to newbies, with attachments, when told that there is no cure/preventative that is sure. “Don’t have a pill for it. I can insert a pheromone, but there is no certainty it will work; some existing health conditions can prevent its settlement.”
Myself and healers generally are making strides in understanding auric attachments as we encounter them in our work. It is a ‘coal-face’ situation.
An exorcism client emerged from years of containment, newly discovering what family relationships are made of. Years of estrangement is put aside, amidst guilt. People feel guilt for being different, even though blame is not appropriate; difficult to locate cultural balance - normalcy. Hell, that word is SO difficult, what is ‘normal.’ I have not a clue, that, everyone must assess and settle themselves … tough if one has idealism, a state often existing in post-exorcism clients after years of being a victim – they want black and white truth around them. Rather like assuming politicians can reach agreement!!!!
Life is ‘self-negotiation’ amidst others’ multiple agendas. Self-negotiation enters whilst developing an ability to allow others their say. Important for people, having their say, because speaking one’s truth can be the moment long held certainties shift; listening to one’s own voice, one’s mind produce, can be self-illuminating. Often the start of change.”
Linda

Media: Carl Spitzweg - The Bookworm, 1808-1885.

09/10/2025

“Dreams! Nightmares! The sort that wakes one in the middle of the night, “Yuck.” Especially bad over last few weeks … I had a giant doughnut chasing me last week. It gets dire when food chases you, becoming a scary monster. It proved though that nasties can be any shape, size, and ‘recipe.’
Memories parading by too, some strike just as you get into bed. It was funerals last night. I enjoy funerals as the ‘dearly departed’ were invariably happy at being back in Spirit. But as you get older funerals increase. Trouble is I feel I must tell people of my dearly departed friend’s great talents, but instead get stuck on one aspect of their character effectively heading toward character annihilation – theirs and by default, mine.
I asked one dear friend, who happened to be a perfectionist when alive to forgive me, because thinking her family were not doing enough on the eulogy side, I got up and starting to tell them about how loving she was got sidetracked on her extreme perfectionism and its effect. Bad move.
I have grasshopper mind at moment and memories are triggered with rapidity. E.g - I had a Western European client this week, that brought memories of one German fellow whom I treated some twenty-five years ago. He became demanding of my time beyond the therapist/client relationship. He stalked me via telephone and even decided to drive out to my address in the telephone book. Fortunately, the telephone company got our address wrong and Donn and I never got around to remedying it, did not seem important. (He told me later of the attempt in an accusing tone.) He returned to Germany, (my recommendation) to face his basic problem, his upbringing, and rang me from there admitting I was right. Sometimes you must go around the World to find the answer.
A recommended client appears. This time a delightful middle-aged woman who has an incarnational history that takes in most job descriptions. She is experiencing the ‘Pandora Box’ effect, i.e. a sudden acceleration of her senses. Just wants a little balancing, confirmation of a few things and reassurance. She displays eloquently just how different each of us use our senses, and the importance we place on their produce. She is in the “Oh my god, what have I become” mode.
The current energy environment is just ripe for such openings.
Increasing oddities ... the Lord of Misrule is in control and a warning, he will increase his hold. One such silly found me in town without my purse - daffy.
I mentioned the odd happenings to my landlord in passing conversation, as I have before, only this time he frowned, fixed his gaze on me, and agreed vehemently. I had ‘put my finger on a tender spot.’ That man is not usually vehement about anything, leaving me wondering what had ‘got his goat.’ Now that phrase intrigued me so I looked it up. One explanation said in the early 20th century a goat was often put in the stall of a horse to give companionship and calm it, remove irritations. If removed from the stall without owner’s permission it was said someone ‘got his goat’ i.e. to irritate, to annoy said owner. Such investigations intrigue on a wet, wildly windy day.
Other-lives (‘past’-lives for those viewing time as linear) entertain clients and admittedly some can be entertaining, until one strikes trauma, and work begins putting that life in perspective. It would not have been illuminated if it did not have legs still and was affecting the current life.
Lives are intertwined … a feared Leader in one, then a housewife controlled by husband in the next. Contrasts, learning the intricacies of all sides of the ‘coin.’ Perfection at work.
I rarely peep into my lives on purpose, what is the use, I am the embodiment of many of them here and now, besides currently only monastic institutions seem to appear. The life of a Buddhist monk or nun is not riveting … lots of sameness. I do retain an irritation with hairdos though. I tried shaving my head within a millimetre of the scalp; loved it, but found it worried some. The odd Asian person smiled and bowed almost imperceptibly, and made one client murmur, “Edgy:” others studiously ignored it outwardly, whilst their inner conversation was trying desperately to accept “Another of Linda’s eccentricities.” I gave in and grew another inch on top.
I have found the most delightful hairdresser. One who does not question me of my life, but talks of hers, chatting away whilst her fingers sculpt. Entertaining – looking forward to the next instalment, oh sorry, ‘appointment.’
Client problems appear to have intensified making me work to earn my coin … excellent. Not that I do not feel compassion for their problems, I do, but also feel useful - healthy.”
Linda

Media: Laura Knight - On the Cliffs, 1913.

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Following the ‘Wise Woman’ tradition Linda Hampton M.A. Spiritual Illuminator, Medium, Occultist, Visionary & Author. All the above means I deal with: *Throwing ‘light’ on who and what you are! Via Counselling I assist with … - People / Sensitives having difficulties with life and …. - Parents with psychic or sensitive - Children (i.e. children using their senses in different ways from parents) - Reassuring the bereaved via mediumship and info’ on the afterlife. - Geopathic Stress / excess radiation, - Attachments in Auric field, Presences (ghosts) and similar problems. - Clean-up of properties etherically (local, national and internationally). - And generally dealing with the unexplained … including the ‘heavy duty’ side of life, like Matuku, Curses, Exorcisms and concepts people like me are traditionally known for dealing with.