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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.

26/02/2026

“Sister’s funeral went off well, apart from one brother’s difficulty finding the church. Jan’s little coffin (she was tiny) was up front with a large arrangement of bright flowers – just right. Her innovative husband made two coffins before he died; Jan’s lent a wholesome air to the whole. It had been hurriedly repainted two days before, as it was thought her husband got the colour wrong – he did!
Grandchildren made origami butterflies to adorn the lid, which was just perfect, and they wrote little poems to farewell their Nana. Her personality shone through the whole ceremony. Cousins and another brother came up from Dunedin; the food afterwards in the lounge was amazing and we all reconnected, as one does. Funerals double as reunions after all.
Jan, in Spirit, stayed, commenting and being with all of us for a day after the event, then announced she was moving away. I saw her rejoin some of those who had welcomed her into Spirit, moving away together into a mist, (the scene rivalled any movie exit,) until they were gone. She will appear, I know when she feels she wants to, but like all who have a mission, there is work to do and she was not one to dally. She was a small person, big personality, big mana …we will feel her lack of presence for some time.
Maggie, the hay barn cat, is still coming in for her meal at night. There have been a few spats between her and Jessie, but Maggie is now a well-fed, full-grown moggy who can hold her own, so most encounters are ceremonial – show with few blows. She is getting used to me spotting her waiting early evening at the edge of the trees through a window, but runs when I open the door. My idea of living in harmony with two cats is a long way away, if ever. She is not yet feral, but I think she holds nasty memories of human behaviour.
This week tested my skills with one client. For weeks I have had to go through all my repertoire to find the one thing that will access and dissuade the owner of abusive ‘voices’. My therapist daughter has also been in the healing mix and although not working together, per say, on this job, we shared client and knowledge. Monday saw me working on the problem, exploring yet another avenue when my daughter texted with her current take. Without realising it we had been working together at the same time, that day– two-pronged attack on perpetrator.
Daughter and I often work together, only this time we had not arranged to do so. She reported a shift. I texted our client and what came back lifted a weight. “Physical symptoms all but gone and the voices are not there.”
The danger, when a client presents an etheric difficulty, is the time it takes to solve and losing conviction of one’s own efficacy. Trying something only to have it fail is frustrating … what works on one client does not necessarily work on another. And if one is not careful conviction is eroded – an ingredient important to all healing.
It was a young client whom I had taught a few self-help recalibrating techniques in the past who displayed the problem perfectly. She has a body condition that has dogged her all her life. Medical and alternative treatments have been exercised with accompanying reassurances of her feeling better after … a ‘certainty’ that has not necessarily followed through.
She is an Extreme Sensitive, meaning although the body seems to have responded to the treatment, the etheric bodies are having to cope with medication and environmental memory – they are at times screaming. However, it was a relatively small incident that impacted on her etheric nervous system that she requested help with … she was not adjusting, recalibrating, i.e. the incident’s impact was being held onto, resulting in her feeling awful, and she had forgotten the techniques I had taught her. The ‘after-effect’ she was experiencing is too often thrown into the ‘psychological’ bucket, which means little, merely points to the still dysfunctional etheric bodies needing balance. By using ‘cleansing actions’ to ‘work’ an etheric balancing, both the psyche and the etheric bodies click into place, aligning with the physical. But she had lost conviction of her own abilities.
I advised her to step outside onto the grass, brush herself down from head to foot; step two paces forward and pull colour from the earth (colour pops into the mind), flood her physical/aura with it (using imagination), then slowly watch it recede into the ground taking all disruption with it. Give a little shake and get back to life. She reported feeling better. My client leant on my conviction that the balancing technique works… she did not question it, she just leant, for a moment.
This subject needs a little more airing. But for now, it is enough to remind you that we all have accessible ‘far memory’, which is where threads of conviction (and its lack) come from.”
Linda

Media: Félix Vallotton - The Bookcase, 1915.

19/02/2026

“It has been a difficult week for so many reasons. Oddly, the happening foremost in my mind is more an unwanted happening … my sister passed over into Spirit, at 78 years. I had visited her the day before and she had looked into my eyes and said firmly, “I am having difficulty ‘being’”, and the next day went, smoothly, fast, into Spirit.
My niece rang to tell me of her going. I immediately tuned into the ‘other side,’ and narrated what I saw to help alleviate some sadness. Immediately I saw ginger, curly hair – definitely Jan. Confirmation, as if I needed it – “ …it is me!” She was standing with those who loved her, our mother, aunts, great aunts, grandmothers, and others, all genders who had passed before her, laughing, talking, being. And sitting in front of all was a large, fat, grey cat, Smokey, representing all the cats her husband and she had loved during their lives.
Others, close family members whose temperament ruled their lives’, who had placed personal agendas selfishly to the fore, were on the periphery. Jan acknowledged them briefly, graciously, and moved away. Distance felt right. Only those who loved her with no conditions attached were able to join the celebration. Spirit is uncompromising - balance in all things.
I have no qualms writing of her journey, I have her permission, because I know I am answering others’ questions of what happens after death. A big mystery? No not really. She would have been through the ‘Hall of Memories’ viewing, experiencing her incarnation just left, seen where she did well and where she lost understanding. She took responsibility. Everyone does it … no avoidance. Another name for it is the ‘Hall of Consequences,’ because those episodes she was unhappy with she will experience again, build into another life; to be balanced fully. Incidentally, she saw some of the ‘other side’ during her life; incorporated into her Christian beliefs, quietly.
Just come off the phone from a perfectionist, one who is unknowingly finding all that is ‘wrong’ with human life/incarnation and making it a personal battle, fighting and losing herself in the process. Pulling in others’ hurts and slights is exhausting.
Another feeling lost, knowing she has work to do, over thinking, forgetting to enjoy what is in front of her. Patience, and understanding that a boyfriend will not save her from herself. A relationship will not replace/mend her difficulties with self … Like Attracts Like!
Others, a couple in their 70s, with two children who created a sibling battle field. My clients find it difficult … nay exhausting. What about grandchildren? Well, they are absorbing the battle and reacting like ‘mini-mes’. My advice: seek peace, teach by walking away, no words, just a loud vote with feet that says, “This is not right, we will see you when you have mended your messes. We have finished trying to work our life around your battle.” Consequences … tough love.
Another who is expecting someone else, a guru, to tell them what to do. Guru, in Spirit, spoke via me, but I chose not convey the message … the advice is counter to our culture’s rules. My client must find the path himself, he knows how, he is just leaning on others, not taking responsibility for the scene created … worked himself into a corner. Going to be difficult.
BUT, today is cooler and I will put a fire on in the cottage and warm it up. There is always a blessing around the corner.
Jessie woke me at 4am. She was lying on the bedroom floor looking pleased with herself … I knew that look, she had a mouse and was lying on it. I got up, turned on the light and tried moving her. She was pleased with the attention, purring softly and playing at being immoveable. Finally, a little mouse moved from under her and made a dash for the bureau, making it to safety. Jessie was treated to a lot of human bad language. She tried to save face, but mouse was gone. I went back to bed. She went out the cat window muttering puss style about human lack of appreciation.
I spoke yesterday to a friend in Wellington on the ‘joy of life’, of being. (She like me is emersed in the etheric daily; both via writing of it (she is an author) and its attendants.) Those moments when the bliss comes, usually during small contemplations, when one becomes filled with the joy of being and connected to ALL and its perfection.
I am so lucky to be in this cottage for instance, albeit temporarily, it is rather like being in one’s own cave, admittedly a wonky one. Few understand my acceptance of status quo, let alone patience … well, I don’t feel the choices advertised are enticing.

Media: Louis William Wain - The Tabby Toboggan Club, 1860-1939.

12/02/2026

“Jessie Cat has revealed her talents as a weather forecaster. She walked in at 8.15am with focus, smiled, said ‘hello’ with a combined bum/tail bump against my leg, then walked through to the bedroom and curled up. Her behaviour pointed to damp, windy weather. I took note, suspended Qi Gong (next on list) and before weather settled to the nasties predicted went outside and cut up the logs I had felled the previous day.
And my aunt (only one left) has turned 102 years … she lived alone in the house, she and my uncle moved to after their marriage, until she was 100 years. Admittedly she found the emergency button around her neck very useful for summoning daughter, at all hours.
And a friend is writing a book on animal communication. How he and his cat developed their communication – he is a retired Christian minister. It is good, very good. It would appeal to many, i.e. lots of references to historical cat info,’ before getting to the current conversations and reveals, many of them doing more than bend towards metaphysical. Wonder what he will do with the manuscript?
Sheep in the yard for last two days. Good. Although the tall grass needs dealing with, sheep usually eat the juicy green shoots near the ground, but they do lie on the tall dry stalks. They are necessary because my car is beeping at the tall grass clumps. Modern machinery with issues – opinions even.
A client brought up the difficulties of living on a benefit. Before I weight-in I must state my credentials … in 1990 lived on an unemployment benefit for over a year - very difficult. Life narrows and the WINZ letters arriving frequently via post ignited within great suspicion and my nervous system tightened … a firm reminder of the shackles around one’s eftpos card, and the dos and don’ts connected to accepting charity. Living under the regime is debilitating, designed for temporary living; the way out is obviously via employment, but that relies on reskilling, or moving, i.e. changing the path.
I started a small magazine when on the benefit. Why? Because it felt right and I was determined not to look too far ahead, just what I could do in that moment … building one thing upon another. It broadened my life/skills, acquaintances and possibilities, which led into ‘rememberings’, coming deep from my consciousness, of buried skills from other lives. Everyone has a rescue path, whether you select it as viable is up to you, and where you are emotionally. Some go into shock, never taking a chance, climbing into hamster wheel stance, doing the same thing repeatedly, accepting the status quo. Courses for horses. The above sounds simple, NO, it was damned hard, but the next step always appeared as I moved through, even if it was walking in the rain when intuition said to – I now like rain walking. All is possible, which brings me to who we complain about our lack of summer to? Mother Earth must have a bureau somewhere.
This is a ‘rest’ period. A time when one looks outward and says, “somethin’s up”, without pointing in any particular direction. Strange/weird things happening usually heralds ‘get back to normal weird’. I am looking to the Pacific Ring of Fire, hopefully not Japan – they have been battered enough.
The above is the Empath at work, something every Sensitive has in their kit bag, i.e. the ability to discern another’s emotions, including that of Earth. Emotions? Maybe not the right word, perhaps ‘tensions’ … the inner state. Most of the time it needs nothing more than acknowledgement – a sort of ‘heads up’. Leaving people with their own emotions and resisting pulling them into oneself, not trying to assimilate with or create a scenario where one imagines one is involved takes practice. Most of the time one is merely the watcher. People do get accusatory/grumpy/sad, but it is nothing to do with you, don’t own it, let them have their moment. That goes with teenagers too. In that lot emotions are wildly erratic, like their music.
Kick back to the early 1960s … “Isn’t it great Linda?” says my friend jerking her body to the noise emanating from guitar wielding hairy, equally jerky, male bodies on stage. I plastered a smile on, wiggled my hips, and swung my arms gently showing some willingness to be ‘groovy’. The ‘music’ physically hurt. Fitting in is impossible at times.
I have decided that being rest home carer or a barista are the two most sensible jobs one could aim at. The second due to society’s coffee addiction. It is indoors, clean, global. And the rest home carer? Caring for others is honourable, exercises one’s compassion – I have met many who have earnt beatification – saint-dom.”
Linda

Media: Lennart Helje - Tomte (gnome) Horse Whisperer.

05/02/2026

“Thursday: a text arrived from the Nth Island: “My daughter Brie, Downs Syndrome, is in hospital for an investigative procedure; she is having migraine headaches. Yesterday, she passed out for 40 mins unconscious, (couldn’t get her back) – she cannot control it – she is having spasms. They say it is not medical. It is more frequent today. I honestly do not know what to do. Help!”
I tuned in. Brie had an attachment (etheric bug in aura) … I removed it and texted back and knew it would not be Brie’s last. Incidentally, hospitals, police station, WINS and Real Estate Offices are full of these bugs waiting for a target.
Brie has no aggression, she is the embodiment of love and joy, but she can experience sadness and that is what the bug was after. And her Downs Syndrome makes her easy prey.
The texts continued: “When these events are happening it did not look like Brie in her eyes.” (Look in eyes is a common comment.) She had a few hours relief then another bug invaded, was removed, then an hour or so later another landed.
The next morning Brie was still under attack and they were more frequent. The nursing staff was doing what they could, but had no answers – they took vitals, reporting blood pressure rising. The doctor suggested she be sent home “where there was less stress” as soon as possible. One more blood test to be done and then home. Nothing medical could be done to stop the bugs. The attacks were one after the other and effects were getting worse … Brie became unconscious frequently. I destroyed bugs as fast as Bries’ mother reported them and then mid-afternoon… silence. Brie and her mother had arrived home mid-afternoon Friday, and the attack was over. No further problems bug-wise. The next day, Saturday, Bries’ mother reported: “Brie had a good night. Good to be home. I’m buggered! Brie now has colour in her cheeks. I can’t believe how bad those bugs were. Thank you.”

Brie is a gentle Sensitive and has what her mother calls ‘insights.’ She is loved, and guided by her family, returning love in abundance.
Brie is happily back to normal, whilst her family remain shaken. Via this blog, she is ‘teaching; her experience documented. Incidentally, as usual her name is changed and no location has been given. This is a small insight into her incarnation, where she chooses to be vulnerable, different, experiencing a world not totally ready for those with the Syndrome, apart from small cultural pockets. I felt privileged to help. However, I must assure you, the reader, that not all who go into hospital attract these bugs.
I had to have a diversion after the ‘Brie experience’ and received it in the form of a day in town. I regard these excursions as a form of brain exercise. First, I strike different ‘driving methods,’ which keeps me on my mettle and then there are sights and sounds vastly different from my home life and visits to Leeston – good for the brain. For those who do not know of Leeston, it is a small country town being blown out by subdivisions – houses purchased by those who commute to Christchurch. Admittedly subdividing is a national hobby. ‘Let’s move out to the country,’ say those wanting space, and they end up with neighbours as close as their town ones. Yes, I know that is sarcasm …. Sorry. Mind you, I am one planning to move back to suburbia.
An intellectual who said he was an ‘empath’ and in contact with someone in Spirit, wanted a conversation. This is a normal part of my job and one I regard as important. First bit of info’ they get is “there is no such thing as ‘being spiritual and separate’, everyone is spiritual”. I intuit their thoughts running along the lines of: “… what about criminals and those exhibiting antisocial behaviour … ‘naughty’ people who are NOT spiritual, well they can’t be, can they? Seeking spirituality is special … ahead of everyone else!”
Criminals, those who disrupt, kill, whatever, are also spirits in an incarnation with the sanction of Spirit, learning consequences; learning what the ‘other side’ of balance feels like. You have done it and may again. Sobering isn’t it.
You see, we, spirits, are perfectionists, seeking to understand TOTALLY, and what better way than to experience both sides.
This is a most unusual Summer … rain then heat. Confusing.
People are also doing interesting/different things, almost as if allowable now – some of which start negative and end positive. Great stuff, that is how new pathways are wrought from seemingly nothing.”
Linda

Media: Agatha Christie at the window of her house in Derbyshire, 1913.

03/02/2026

Hi Folks,
A heads up on new clinic in St. Martins. I am taking appointment bookings for 'face to face' sessions. Only on Thursday mornings. Get hold of me via my website please. Love Linda🙂

29/01/2026

“What WAS rare is now almost common as Sensitives’ senses increase. Case in point: an email from a concerned mother whose son woke frightened by someone in the room. The sight, of a dark image, was scary. Immediately the idea of a presence (ghost) haunting the house came to mind, and as is normal, danger … but no, not at all.
I balanced the property’s Geopathic Grids and voila ‘ghostie’ disappeared. What the lad saw was someone from another reality.
One purpose of the Geo Grids is to keep our reality in situ (real/solid) so other realities do not ‘bleed’ into ours and vice versa. We do not own space. We cannot say, “This bit of space is ours,” because multi-dimensionalism is such that all realities occupy the same space (‘space’ can only be used if thinking three dimensionally); it is the vibrational pull of our joint incarnations globally, and of Earth, keeping borders in place. Balance the Grids and the vibe does the rest.
After the quakes in 2010/11 some clients rang me and said, “Could you check the Geopathic Grids Linda, because the quakes must have put them out of balance.” Only a handful of properties were unbalanced, and I could not say whether the quakes were responsible, or not. The Geo borders are strong.
BUT, what does make them go AWOL balance-wise is excess emotion from sentient beings. E.g. I remember an old unused animal pound affected by the long-term emotional output of animals held there, long after it was decommissioned. No one build within the dreadful vibe of distressed animals. I balanced it for my clients (living next-door to problem) and bingo, a year later a house was built on it.
More examples: a melt-down over your ‘loved one’ declaring he/she is out of love with you and moving out, creates Grid shift: as does those with depression, who ritualise their emotions long term: same when etheric auric bugs move into a body – all creates a huge emotional shift/change to Geo Grids.
Humans are highly emotional; our emotions go up and down like a hotel lift in a dentists’ convention week. But we are improving as we evolve, most cultures do not now automatically carry weapons with protection from their own kind in mind. As our senses develop, we evaluate others not through our own fears, but more truthfully, plus, we develop ‘acceptance;’ must otherwise the empath within us would be driven to despair trying to balance his/her environment for basic living.
Talking of balance! I changed my car this week … what a relief. I can now do a U turn in front of my letterbox (half a km away), can hear myself think and I feel safer. Took me a year to get my embedded DNA guilts regarding wasting money under control and do it … overcoming ancestral leftovers!
A friend mentioned meditation and her method of entering that state without drama using the organs, consciously, settling each one, before gently letting go. Going within using the physical body to achieve focus/control.
Talking organs; I woke this week with a sore back – thought it might be kidneys, forgetting I have only to do tasks I have not done for some time and muscles object – age related - use it or lose it. I keep a tincture of Dandelion handy for kidney settling. Two teaspoons a day for the rest of the week settle them into harmonious living; painful muscles are on their own.
I did a Herbalists’ course 27 years ago, after I sold ‘Input Magazine’ (I was editor). I use a few herbs for my own health and others, when the moon is blue. Never finished the last course paper, because it was on how to start a business. I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, declared it a sign/omen and dropped out. At that stage of life I had had two businesses, all successful, for the time they were needed.
What originally got me into self-employment was a solicitor who ‘forgot’ to organise a mortgage, in 1977 – extreme fiscal shortfall. I remember him being on the defensive; rude and
he missed out on half a divorce 17 years later and I did not stop working. A negative that morphed into a pathway entrance!
Jessie Cat is tracking a hedgehog without her usual intensity. Hedgehogs are normal, best left alone, but nosiness wins every time. Half an hour later she is sunning her tummy with four paws raised to the sky. A moment of cuteness, but closeby wildlife keeps an eye ….
A note: I write of my life, small things, so you may see yourself; the décor and focus is different but we are all spirit - ONE. Metaphysics are integral, universal constructs; their complexity shadows, sometimes, its other label, ‘Life’.”
Linda

Media: Edward Gordon - The Chest, 1940–2023.

22/01/2026

“People are in a hurry … “got to…” “must do….” It is a city thing with the movement of cars creating a tempo we feel to rise to. I live in the country, on a shingle road no one willingly travels down, the only fast movers are birds, and Maggie Cat when Jessie Cat wants to take issue with her presence. Only my telephone lends an air of emergency.
A client in the mountains with a body reacting to energetic shifts; a barometer effect in a person who can detect etheric bugs in others; has become normal. Sensitives, as their senses increase efficacy, automatically scan their environment like army scouts – it is a means of maneuvouring life into balance.
A dog will not come inside – do not blame him as his owner has an etheric bug in his aura. I would think twice in his position, even without four legs. Another little dog, in India, passes over after being rescued from a fire, despite the love of owners and Reiki.
At the time I was visiting my niece who has two dogs, the older one is impatient with anything new. Niece was concerned with my safety, but the dogs were not interested in me … I exude nothingness – human furniture. One’s thoughts and their nature are as solid to an animal as the physical … emotion is tangible, can be very worrying to a dog to be surrounded by excess.
Sensitives are adding to the material world via their acknowledgement of the etheric – seeing more. Muggles make a point of ‘seeing’ less. Take a smell I have been aware of over the last two days when relaxing in my living room. It is sweet, rather like a pudding/dessert smell. It has become almost physical, yet I know it is from the etheric, fast moving into material view. Its origin, and time to be physical will be revealed, but currently information movement is tempered. The smells importance is in the future, its presence a promise of more information, just as sound heralds an event to a human before the origin manifests itself. Senses are etheric, grabbing hold of parts before wholes. It is only later we, through mild detective work, attribute clues via events and subjects.
News came in yesterday via various quarters with a rush and a roar - Iran’s problems, micro-plastic, and Trump’s shenanigans. Doors opened and let the world in.
Nature Spirits are loud too, currently. Seems to be something passing through their reality or about to. Tension in the air. That too will reveal itself. One allows and all comes by. Do I sound comfortable? I am. The calm before the martini effect, perhaps. Will hang onto it as long as possible.
Meantime someone wants to talk about their burgeoning spirituality – seems senses have ‘come on line.’ Knowledge is wanted, but human given knowledge is difficult because the worthwhile does not come via the written/spoken word, but via those same senses causing difference. Initially, confusion and a need to organise, label, assess one’s position in society, i.e. whether there will be too much difference. Difference is a major problem to many. Despite some seeking fame most like to blend, and be seen to ‘not cause difficulties.’
It is another day and another fire being lit. Jessie is outside venting – racing around, up, and down trees - frustrated. I am refusing to give her biscuits until last nights tea is eaten … “I do not want it!” The fat Blackbird is aware, tapping his claws on a branch, waiting for moggy meaty gifts. Opportunist.
A woman comes home from hospital surgery with an etheric bug. A Sensitive misunderstood; she knows something is there – family calls it hallucinating. Daughter rings when another healer identified problem remotely and recommended my intervention. Once removed hopefully I will be allowed to speak to mother, in two days (allow drama to settle), hopefully family are present. More likely another will be carrier of info’!
Another’s auditory senses are open, to the extent that telepathic talents are driving forward, smashing balance – resulting in hearing voices clearly, constantly. Not unusual. I will try a few routes, see if balance can be achieved. 50/50 – not good odds. Dumbing down senses is a tough ask.
A race stallion in North Island is removed from large stables – threat of w**d spraying. Owner knows the animal’s health would be affected. (Stable owner by putting w**ds first, before health of the many horses in his stables, has just lost a customer.) Calming of horse needed during transportation. Horse is a cool dude – new vistas and people. Diverse day.
I am looking forward to being in a clinic again ... roll on February 5th, in Centered Health, St. Martins.”
Linda

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

15/01/2026

“This blog comes with a warning because it mentions religion, politics, and Maori! It started with a religion’s addendums (additions), a supposed attachment … the hijab. Islam has been taken up by a young woman, who promptly started wearing the hijab (scarf). She looks beautiful in it, but it screams difference/difficulty to an employer and she is wanting a job in the school holidays. Rejection so far.
I made it my job to tell her that the hijab has nothing to do with Mohammad’s teachings and everything to do with Islamic countries culture. I hoped that at last my two degrees in religion will come in handy. She rejected that theory because dress to her is an important sign of being different … I was talking to myself.
My extended family has diverse cultures and beliefs. Islam comes in from two avenues, Tao from another and I present Lama Buddhism; dot in a smidgen of Catholicism, Protestant Christianity, and a huge dollop of ‘secular fence sitting’ and voila you have a modern NZ family.
New Zealand is a secular country, meaning we can choose whether to have a religious belief or not, although Maori insist their beliefs/culture having a place in most ceremonies. Something I believe NZers allow as an apology extension for colonialism, for overrunning Maori with British roast lamb and mint sauce. Post Maori wars I hold the view that Britain did not quite know what to do with NZ, so landed a few boat loads of sheep and voila … purpose, i.e. supplying the ‘mother’ country, Britain, with legs of lamb.
Religion is not exempt from politics; it positively reeks of it because those who interpret it (minsters, mullahs, popes) have traditionally wanted a say in how the populous live, dresses and conducts itself. Part of power play, something the young are hardly aware of, unlike us who know The Warehouse really holds sway!
Mary Quant was a powerful woman in my teenage years, although admittedly she did not present a religion, unless fashion is a religion – we treated it as such. We all wore mini-skirts designed by her, which gave tantalizing glimpses of knickers whilst getting on and off buses. Oddly short skirts are back, something that impacted on me in a supermarket car park this week. Two young women, of ample proportions swung past with swinging skirts … one wore black knickers and one wore a G string … I winced and quickly drove away; confusing.
Being elderly presents interesting views. One is brought up with ‘serious’ restrictions and needs, some regarded as life changing if one chose to ignore them. Now, I am faced with a culture that has destroyed most of those rules, and a lot were related to clothing. Gloves!
Now, you probably do not own a pair of gloves, but in my teenage day they were positively necessary. Serious punishment was dished out to those who did not wear them to and from school, and when I went to work one wore gloves that matched one’s shoes, if you were of the ‘in crowd’ – I aspired and rarely achieved – could not keep the concentration. Now my gloves are purchased in a gardening shop.
I know you are tittering on my sillies, but this missive has a strong message that comes with a question. “What are you stressing over that will not be important in five years?” Hold to your truth, with care to leave others with theirs. Hurt no one with words or physical actions and have compassion for those hurting no matter the cause. Holding to those tenants keeps you on ‘the Path’, your path. Important, because it is your individualised energy that attracts ‘magic’; energies tailor made for you and no one else, energies allowing you to find honour, contentment and even happiness.
Currently, as entertainment, I am stripping black paint from an Oak cabinet/bookcase. Sacrilege. It stands in my kitchen; I will walk around it until it is stripped, oiled, and waxed. I like comfy furniture from the 1800s –1930s. A Buddha is in every room to remind me of why I am here – enlightenment. Christmas cards recently jostled with a recumbent Buddha on my mantlepiece, lending an ecumenical air.
I am still looking for a house, and being solidly selective. Moving to temporary housing is silly when I can manage here; it is Summer and I am from pioneering stock. My Great G G Grandmother managed with less, besides my carrots have decided to grow.
However, I now have a clinic room in St. Martins on Thursday mornings for those who want to look me in the eye. Starting 5th February … exciting and a relief. Ring to book or contact through my website.”
Linda

Media: Kurt Vonnegut - The Idea Killers, 1984.

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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.