Linda Hampton's World, Christchurch (2026)

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

07/05/2026

“I have already been to town to drop off a car load of unnecessaries/gatherings/stuff. This clean-out was triggered by a feather floating into my internal vision as I was settling into meditation; as my mind grasped it, it turned into a helper with a cheerful smile. Beware of an etheric helper with a cheerful smile … means you are about to give up something. “Need to shrink the belongings a little….” I sighed and agreed, shrinking had been on my mind, but a clean out takes effort.
Okay, manifesting is the subject. Basics: consciously thinking of what you need/want, and knowing it will appear at a cost you can afford or at no cost at all, with the cement being your conviction that it will be so and leaving the thought/visualisation to get ‘on with the job’ – no pulling it back for adjustment.
I have spoken on the subject many times so no need to beat the drum further …. HOWEVER, my reason for getting out my drum sticks is ‘Cause and Effect’, ‘Law of Attraction’, plus other metaphysical ‘laws’, all involved in manifesting.
We manifest our life constantly with the main back-ground drummer being our life purpose, which begs the question, ‘Why consciously manifest at all, why not put all on automatic? Why not just take it for granted that all you need will be provided?’ Because the majority of humans are taking the first steps in understanding what they are in control of. Time available for everything, no rush.
YUP, most spiritual information is brain ‘Mind Murmurings’, until you put the info’ into action. We can spend lifetimes doing MMs without actioning much, until suddenly …! My blogs are full of seeds with the latter in mind, most, admittedly, dropped without ceremony, without elegance.
An abrupt subject change: I was at the local garage waiting, reading and I came across the poem ‘Autobiography in Five Chapters’; well known on the scene, it pops up periodically. Useful for ponderings/meditation … a metaphor for life/lives:

“I walk down the street,
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk,
I fall in
I am lost … I am without hope.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk,
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it is a habit.
My eyes are open,
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk,
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”

The garage receptionist expressed interest in my book – I let her read the poem – she demonstrated appreciation – she is kind. The book was ‘The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying’. Important subject dying … gets easier – ‘practice makes perfect’, called evolvement.
A Sunday visit from two of Donn’s sons, one lives in NZ and has a feeding station at home resulting in morning bird song. The Australian has a sheep station in Queensland and on extra hot days turns a water sprinkler on, so parrots and others can cool down; spoke of insects, lizards, a pet Emu (lost ‘child’ situation), of sideways rain kicking up dust, of ‘clouds’ of colourful birds, of mosquitos and flies. Burly men showing their compassionate side whilst eating cake and scones in their step-mother's living room, a demonstration that everything is possible.”
Linda

Media: Elena Wuest - An Afternoon Tea II, 2026.
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30/04/2026

“A job from Glasgow, Scotland, comes in via a lovely email mentioning Mary Queen of Scots, a Roman fort and castles etc. My client is coping with ghosts, and other realities a little too visible, for her, she being a newly exposed Sensitive.
On Wednesday our road will be closed. I know because a large red sign has gone up at both ends. No clue as to why. But there has been a chunk of soil taken from the side in one spot, something I cheerfully call our ‘passing lane’; reminiscent of a large rabbit scratching, made, of course, by a machine. The road has become narrow over the decades so heavy machinery will probably remove the hillocks built on both stream side, and the drain side during its once a decade clean.
Death is on my mind. No, not mine, the cultural treatment of it generally. Of course, everyone will die, because everyone is born into an incarnation and when the designated tasks are completed, he or she will go home, back to Spirit. The manner or rather the means of starting death’s journey is different for each person, but most ‘go home’ very smoothly – a journey we have done thousands of times. However, humans highlight trauma regarding death as so making it a useful learning tool. All used it for that purpose. But the real focus must be ‘mind’.
The mind is in play throughout our incarnation, and exactly what it is has titillated philosophers for centuries. But I am safe in saying that consciousness has the larger part in mind’s structure, its individualised nature, i.e. containing the reasoning behind why its owner incarnated in the first place. For example, we choose our parents, our personality and that we want to experience. Those experiences being the means behind our evolvement, our learning, with karma being the engine dictating health/balance, or otherwise. And when ALL karma is fully balanced, we no longer need to incarnate. Meaning the mind, created by consciousness, is our creativity tool, responding to what our personality is drawn to … needs.
Our consciousness, that huge all-knowing ‘concept’ usually shorthanded by people like me, to just ‘a’ spirit; a mysterious entity/thing/mass/intelligence/us/whatever containing every single bit of thought our mind created in every incarnation, thereby dictating our karmic health and evolutionary path. Consciousness, is represented by our auric field, through which healers detect trauma … energy to be tweaked. (I am adept at squeezing multi-dimensional complexities into a paragraph or two – such talent … sigh!?)
The mind: we are in control of its produce/direction as we continually produce thought. Three pathways: we can make thoughts judgemental, thereby damaging others and thereby ourselves, or we can use the ‘organ’ as a means of assessing our current situation then aim that assessment at creating difference, or just throw everything in the air (metaphorically) and cope with what appears - called trust. Currently I am at the latter stage.
Someone asked me a week or so ago about DNA. I forget the exact question, but it related to its permanence within a spirit, no matter whether in an incarnation or in Spirit. DNA is chosen, related to an incarnation and the reasoning behind why you choose particular parents, because their physical health and even their character influences our chosen experiences. Our physical carries family DNA and most replicate physically that ‘line’ of cause and effect, also thought choices, thereby repeating, or diminishing health problems running generationally. Thoughts increase or decrease the effect DNA has on us – translation: DNA can be treated as a re-mouldable container we can adjust … add to, even redact through mind. And, at times, an individual’s thoughts will take new pathways affecting those born into that line from that point. Take note.
What I am getting at in this rambling/convoluted explanation is that you are not contained by family DNA unless you, as spirit, have chosen its influence as part of your experience. Yes, organic food and various exercises will improve the physical, BUT unless the mind is engaged in manifesting health alongside that good food and good exercise, there will be little difference on the physical from that of family health traditions.
However, you CAN change your whole ‘life-contract’ experience within an incarnation. There … the path to freedom and realisation. But, (and this is important) that ‘new’ path, away from family DNA certainties, will be in your life-contract as a possibility. And that is what is being brought through the birth canal by many in this beginning of a new era – forging new pathways for their families … setting new examples that change culture and shift DNA effects. Are you? Strength is not muscle, it is mind. If you think you are doomed to follow your parents’ health journey because of DNA, you will. But, if you want change, start with the mind, the thoughts … manifest environments – mental and thereby physical … it changes DNA paths. Next week … manifesting.”
Linda

Media: Abram Arkhipov - Paying a Visit or At a Party, 1915.

23/04/2026

A fantail is flying around my head as I type – whoops, no two. They have been in and out for weeks … hopeless as they enter the windows and compete with me to get in a door. I have given up chasing them out.
It has been a week of conclusions, or ‘near to’ for one job. And I am still cutting wood. Landlord thinks I am cutting for 2027 winter. And my granddaughter is turning 18 this weekend; a beautiful poised young lady … where did the years go?
This last week’s prize job had many ‘red herrings’, and a person from another reality wanting revenge for a wrong committed during another incarnation, one belonging to a young family member of my clients … complex. Incidentally it was the onset of puberty that triggered the revenge – adulthood – a time for responsibility/accountability assumed.
Over seven weeks the clients called in two psychics (their description) a ‘person from the Marae’ and a Roman Catholic priest in to solve the paranormal problem, and when I took a week to get anywhere another psychic was called in. Bulk approach. But hey, when the paranormal is concerned, fear (terror) propels clients to lose confidence easily in their chosen fixer, and this job was like trying to spin snow. My credentials meant nothing, because I exist in a culture they have no understanding of, and why should they?
It took all of that week to disentangle the story, but after the frightened young man (ghost who was shouting threats) was moved on, plus the interference from a species who traditionally cause mischief to drug users (as the young man was), the main perpetrator was revealed. Turned out to be an other-worlder wanting revenge as mentioned. He was humanoid but very different, with a very different take on morality and hierarchy, typical of his species. Despite my being known to the species he came from, having negotiated with their authority figures before, what would have given me leverage in our human culture was tempered by very different cultural ‘control protocols’ – purely theirs. Understandable as their senses and thereby physical actions are highly advanced, if one was to do comparisons.
Mix all the above with my clients who were delightful older Muggles and you get a Steven Spielburg movie script. And I am slightly amazed that I am willing to write of it here in a public forum. However, getting older releases inhibitions about truth verses tempering one’s experiences for social consumption, and unlike the media I am do not embellish, rather I hold back on information that is too confronting.
The mere fact that I can talk of a job featuring a non-human and drama, is a sign of how we have evolved to having some willing to invite expansion of our human reality. Certainly, our physical culture is changing to embrace the idea of difference via non-material truths, one example being tentative acceptance that a large dollop of our global population can sense/see/engage with non-material, etheric concepts. Admittedly total acceptance is a way off yet.
Most of my work is talking to Extreme Sensitives about adjusting mentally and physically to the produce of their senses and dealing with ghosts etc, but at times the comfortable and knowable moves to another level of experience, as this difficult job was. Any idea of my ‘winning’ was swatted down, despite change orchestrated by the perpetrator’s authorities, upon my bringing the problem to their attention.
My work frequently requires personal shifts in perspective. If one thinks human ideas of right and wrong rules, when working in this field, they would be immediately and severely corrected. Balance is the required outcome with often no one given the title ‘balancer’ or solver. But hey, I did not volunteer for this job to be a headliner.
This morning I texted the clients, briefly advised the job was solve, and to wait a week before ringing for an explanation (one that would involve serious editing). They need to be convinced the case was closed and normality had returned.
I got a text back informing me that a weird happening waited for them in the kitchen when they arose that morning. I regarded that as a paranormal ‘raspberry’ directed at me, e.g. putting me in my place. Time will tell whether the perpetrator had been corralled by his authorities. Feel he has.
Now, what shall I wear to the 18th birthday lunch – cannot show I am not adhering to grandma fashion … whoops, fashion consciousness is pure social manipulation. But hey, I sorted out years ago that anything goes and that one’s ‘best’ these days is measured in cleanliness and attitude, not garment type.
Jessie has commandeered my chair … today’s weather is going to be difficult – her inner barometer is better than that of most meteorologists. Clever moggy.”
Linda

Media: Yu Huan Huan - Lotus Pont,2025.

16/04/2026

“These Blogs started in 2020. I often feel they are more happenings than purposefully constructed, but all have strong points and more, for those who read between lines. Last week’s blog received ‘thank you’s’ from healers, but also, I sensed some confusion from newbies. ‘What am I reading?” It certainly alluded to a lot, and that is how it should be … clues.
I am a healer and teacher, not the classroom type, more through example, via these blogs, and direct contact with clients.
I am now in my elder years and I conveniently forget to tip toe at toe around others’ sensibilities, (difficult to swat someone who is collecting decades). I do put my dancing shoes on at times with tongue in cheek, meaning sainthood is not mine. But is necessary, periodically, to explain myself, a little.
I am one with ‘far memory,’ memory of other lives that connect to the current one (I am not unusual in that; we are oft’ called ‘psychics’, but that is a non-word), and in this life I contracted to work via the titles ‘Occultist’ and ‘Metaphysicist’ to provide a pointer to my credentials. Ah, credentials – important, because although I have taken no instruction from any modality or course in this life, I have a strong incarnational background in etheric principles, laws etc., i.e. how Spirit works and our relationship to, well, everything. And a few credentials that are not easily explained, just displayed at times.
I used the word ‘remembering’ in the last blog as my means of seeking information on skills I own, those that have not been brought naturally through the birth canal. This attribute is one most people unwittingly use, i.e. finding they have a useful skill at some time in their incarnation that appears to just … be there.
Admittedly I do not make it easy for the healers who want to use what I have remembered, but I do drop large clues for those with the patience to experiment for the benefit of their clients, the rest is up to them. I have a view that those who want to use my teachings to harm or control others get bored easily!
Also, I use humour to take ‘cementation’ out of my words, because my way is not the only way to tackle a client’s problem, but I know that anyone sensing a solution, with a little kick start, is on the path to refreshing their knowledge. Humour humanises me, takes the solemnity out, and if you could see how I live you may understand that … my resources strain to cover my wants, but ALWAYS cover my needs. Heads up: one’s needs do not appear in the moment you select. I regard that circumstance as humour from Spirit!
I am Buddhist, but do not belong to any sect/organisation. I follow the Dharma (Guidelines Buddha gave for right wholesome living - compassion for others/oneself, meditation etc.). When I speak of Jessie, I speak of animal communication, when I speak of Nature Spirits I speak of other reality communication, when I speak of my living in a ‘rustic’ cottage I speak of acceptance, of the difference between need and want, and when I speak of my nature surroundings it is with heartfelt gratitude. When I give advice, it is a suggestion only and when I display difference it is not contrived, but natural to me. I cannot dictate life for others and do not want to.
One might call my living situation isolation, but it is by choice, not because I dislike fellow humans, but because I love them and can serve more easily by being separate at times, besides I am used to it, having spent many incarnations in contemplation. Even as I speak of isolation, I know that I will be moved to a suburban dwelling, sometime, and that is okay,
Globally change is ramping up as our lifestyle shifts to accommodate the latest restriction or lack of something and it is scary to many. But there are a huge number like me all around the world working quietly, (some with more panache and louder) making difference, speaking of a way of living using one’s senses, opening inner eyes to what is around one - opportunities. If nothing else that network shows an intelligence at work that is quiet, sure footed and aware, representing a time scale that supersedes human knowledge/machinations or predictions.
A life does not need to be elegant, just honest and one’s own. Responsibility and accountability are necessary, but no one can tell you how to live, only suggest and drop clues, which, if those draw you, will be useful. There is organisation and planning behind your incarnation, in everything on Earth, nothing is a mistake, nor ‘not meant to be’. Everyone is valued.
So, to conclude this odd blog: I use my senior years to write of hedgehogs, cats, Earth Stress, and ancient universal laws, all bound together – a display of an example of living.
May you experience Peace, Balance, Harmony, and Wellbeing and be encouraged on your journey towards enlightenment.”
Linda

Media: Felix Vallotton - Sunset, 1913.

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