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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 t

he 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.

07/08/2025

“It is 7am. Cat plates are clean apart from those in the cat cage and my kitchen bench has muddy paw prints on it – cat burglar has been searching for food. Another cat catching scheme has been evaded, again. She is cage wary, making me wonder if she has met one before. Jessie is now in war mode … one night I awoke to cat swear words. This is escalating to a huge problem. Plan C must be conjured from somewhere.
On the bright side, I have finished with the dentist. She whipped the paper bib from under my chin and stood back like a conjurer pleased with her reconstruction work. I staggered out to reception, slightly discombobulated after an hour in the chair, complete with numb nose and numb cheek muscles; strange not being in contact with half my face. Uncomfortable people dentists!
A clinic client had difficulty finding my clinic despite instructions … he is dyslexic. Tall, chunky, and exuding earthy charm – relates to animals … horses. Muggle problems were blocking his path. Working around ‘the Muggle view’ on life is a large part of my work, so it was an hour of perspectives on all parties concerned – brain exercise coated with metaphysics.
A North Island client with a house causing difficulties. A straightforward clean-up/balancing job, except there was Dad in the mix - briefly. Just enough presence for me to catch sight. I mentioned him cautiously in an email P.S., unsure of the reaction. It turned out to be the only thing in my report that the male of the house focused on … his father had died very suddenly a month or so before. That set up a worry that his father was somehow responsible for an auric attachment …!?
One of those head scratching moments when you realise that people seem to think their relatives turn into destructive ghosts once they die. I hastened to reassure and sought Dad in Spirit to account for his appearance the evening I did the job. Ah, simple, worried about his son. So, basically everyone was worried about each other. “I shall tell them you are happy and healthy … okay?” Dad struck an ‘Arnold Schwarznegger pose’ – not helpful; I was impressed enough to emailed again to reassure clients and told them of the muscle man pose, i.e. Dad was fine. Not sure they got the humour. Muggles find dying ‘complex’. That comment will get brickbats. Sometimes I feel I must duck when posting my blog.
Yes, we miss them desperately for a long time, until we come to terms with it; we will join them in Spirit. This incarnation is an illusion … that being to experience and learn from those experiences, to evolve, gain wisdom.
Ah, I said ‘illusion’ – odd word that. This incarnation is our construction, fit for purpose. A necessity we use, take what we want back into Spirit and send the rest into ‘Memory DNA’ - nothing to do with physical DNA; more ‘shadows’ from consciousness. The latter being those little de je vu things we pause briefly on when re-encountering … “Haven’t I met/seen that before … familiar.” Most dismissible, some not.
The modern take on the label ‘illusion’ is as though unreal, not there - dismissible. Ah, but our ‘unreal’ creates opportunities, or/and memories therefore there is tangible substance. Like being multi-dimensional, which we all are, and which, at odd times, I am asked to describe. The best explanation I stumbled across many years ago - as follows:
‘The paradox entertains, until we cease to engage it with thought, then knowledge is permitted to seep into the cracks between knowing and not knowing. Until we disengage from our original perspective and ‘allow’ knowingness the paradox remains. What is a paradox but a certainty, a truth that has not been allowed to breathe, to live and evolve, then be a paradox no longer; at least until the next arrives. Such is multi-dimensionalism.’
Yes, it seems to twist and turns back on itself – needs a careful read. But then some are having difficulties with young ones choosing a different reality/illusion through their devices (phone computer etc.) – a problem, because they are trying to avoid life, or so they think. But it is a delay of the inevitable, a lesson that will come hard and with certainty from their community, usually when they ‘escape’ parental control. Ah, who provides food and shelter. Yes, the basics can be gained, without love/security/health. But then, tough love is part of living. I have Memory DNA of my own trials, some real banana-skin mess-ups that had to be balanced - karma.
Now, cat burglar – think I shall start afresh with ‘soft soaping’ (easy food) before cage is introduced, again!”
Linda
Media: Haidee-Jo Summers - Morning Light in the Studio, 2024.

31/07/2025

“Sheep suddenly appeared in the yard. I did not hear them come in, certainly not heralded by dogs. They were large, full grown Romney ewes … newbees to the farm and quite daunting as they were alert to new surroundings and not overly concerned with munching grass.
I went into the yard the next morning, circumnavigated the mud, plus the large wet lumps dotting the ground, opened the gate and drove the car through. Several moved towards me, with one especially not at all put off by my waving arms and appropriate dissuasion noises – her head was level with my chest. We eyed each other briefly … I reached the gate first closing it behind the car before woolly mind got into gear. The yard had been free of sheep for months, thanks to a landlord who probably felt sheep, added to the mud, was a little over the top for me, or at least I hope he felt that.
I came back from town, did the shoe thing, changing from the sheep smelling (with extras) to the acceptable, grabbed a few logs for the fire and made for the garden gate. I stopped abruptly … there was a dead ewe lying beside said gate, looking suspiciously like the one who challenged me earlier. Admittedly all sheep can look alike. I continued, it was something that fell into the ‘not my problem’ arena. However, the following morning the sheep mob had gone and the dead one was being tractored off to the cremation ground. I got on with breakfast and contemplated my day.
A depressed whining voice on the other end of the phone, “Linda, I am doing everything I can to manifest a new …, but it is not working. I am a spiritual person, it should work, what is WRONG?” Boy oh boy, oh boy! Patience for a start. Allowing the manifestation to ‘run,’ and being aware nothing exists alone, without attachments. At times an event must happen before the manifestation can move to fruition; the domino effect … the first must move to knock the next etc.
In some ways I relate to that telephone voice having pondered ‘want and need’ for a few years on and off. Recently though my thoughts have wandered to ‘want and desire.’
This winter has been useful as it has refined the ponder, or contemplation (to be posh). The cottage has been manageable over winter, so ‘need’ has been put aside to some extent, effectively exposing the ‘desire’ aspect; ‘need’ covered it. Ah, has ‘want’ has gone beyond a manifestation and drifted into addiction, a ‘take-over beyond reason’? Bordering on an all-consuming desire, a ‘mind lump’ taking up space.
When one consciously manifests something, one puts a thought out aware that the object, or that needed, will appear when necessary. ‘Necessary’ is important when karmic flavouring coats the whole, and certainly my accommodation needs. I will quote Lama Surya Das who reminded me:
“On the spiritual path, be prepared to confront compulsive desires again and again. Watch what you desire; observe what attracts or repels you most. Notice that buttons are pushed in you by external stimuli, and how you respond to each of them. We have all invested emotional intensity and energy to wanting, achieving, accumulating, and grasping ….” Get it? Everything intensifies beyond reason.
In effect I am seeking liberation from desire of the material, whilst seeking another home; the latter often circumventing my knowing that my moving has a time element firmly in place. I have been tempted by a couple of properties where thought morphs to a demand for immediate gratification, desire kicks in despite the properties’ flaws. So, I relax and exercise patience, knowing the right property will appear, at the right time, for the right reasons. (At times it is convenient to forget.) Meantime tasks must be completed – cat burglar being one.
I had a few hours ‘holiday’ last Friday, during which I travelled into town and across the city to the ‘Cats Protection League,’ from whom I hired an animal trap. “You will have hire of it for a month,” said the young woman. I smiled thinking, ‘Oh, no it shall be back within the week.’ Silly me, that cat has brains. To cut a few ‘teach Linda a lesson’ stories short, it refused to go into the trap despite the delectable offerings inside. It is human verses cat now. I am moving the food a few inches each night into the cage without the trap set, but one night it will be!!!!
Jessie meantime has accepted, in part, the cat’s evening entry and dining. She inspected the trap inside and out, but then she trusts me, car burglar does not … stealth is not natural to me, I trip over things!”
Linda

Media: Briton Riviere - Sympathy, 1878.

24/07/2025

“Friday had the usual swimming session –by 8:10am I am in the pool, but not without lots of dark mutters and sighs. Afterwards I planned a firewood hunt, having gone through my winter supply disturbingly quickly – it has proved to be a very cold winter. I weighed up ringing a wood dealer, then wiped that thought; being well through the winter it is unlikely any dealer would have naturally dried wood ... no faith in kiln dried.
Many years ago, I discovered wood pallets … wood I mean, not fake wood (glue being 50% of some ‘wood’). Businesses in industrial zones put broken and unwanted pallets outside their gate for the Saturday and Sunday scavengers. This scavenger is there on a Friday morning. It does mean a bit of chain-sawing at home, but it burns fast and hot, one just has to magnet the nails out of the ash, which get dropped at the metal collector; ash on the orchard track. I enjoy the hunt, the cutting and burn – I am descended from Neanderthal man you know!!!.
One reply was had from my cat pamphlet drop around the neighbourhood, giving good information on where cat burglar had been seen before, but not much else. Nope, it is a cat cage followed by transportation. I cannot adopt despite cuteness. I do not see Jessie sharing.
“Linda. you did a reading for me twenty years ago, and I want to see you again …” Golly, long time between appointments … have I been in this job too long? Mind you, the job changed when as I remembered skills connected to shifting, manipulating energy. I am no Nostradamus, although insights are frequent, and I am a dab hand at reaching into a person and pulling out their possibilities. The latter is where I love going.
The scene, in which those like me work, is changing … well, must do, people are changing. I have noticed that as Sensitives get sight, or sniff, of age fifty they start demanding more depth to their lives … the playing with ‘stuff’ starts to lose interest. Oh, there are those who will always be consumers, after all that is what our culture says is important, but I rarely see those – they are in the stores updating possessions, gathering ‘security’.
I caught up with my client, of 20 years. Seems I am not the one she saw back then … “she was petite”. I am not that, more average everything, including height. So, we started afresh. She was changing her life purposefully, with plans tossed here and there – she is a thinker. Synchronicity loud and large is in action and I am the illuminator; the one who points out stuff she missed or is overthinking, and reorders their importance or otherwise. We cover ground like two pros on a running track.
Another client follows, lending the clinic a different vibe, with elegance, even though in work jeans. That half hour gave me a view of the life purpose of her family members, through her energy – everyone is on track, even though chaos appears to reign. That bigger picture, gives me the chance to encourage, or give “Hold back mother, let it ride …” sort of advice.
Not a week of drama: it is one of checking properties and auric fields, usually brought on by a family member showing signs of extreme ‘difference’ … enough to trigger parental action – ‘I will contact Linda’. I am after doctor, social worker and even counsellor at times, in the ‘It Might Work’ column.
Today is an ‘office day’ and frustrating. Everyone I ring wants me to leave my number so they can ring back. Makes one want to drop the necessities and do something totally unnecessary. Not a bad idea … I will bake a Carrot Cake, it appeals – sugar-free of course.
I have lots of eggs as my brother came by with a box and a willingness to wile away an hour/s over lunch. He is temporary chicken curator (servant) for his wife who is abroad.
And an old client from two years ago pops up on email, ‘Are you still working Linda…?’ Where do people get the idea I have retired … golly, the older I get, the better I am at ‘the job’, cos’ remembering increases. In this job one dies in harness, and no, I have no intention of shrugging of the ‘mortal coil’ yet. Incidentally the Nature Spirit of the apple tree I transplanted last week is doing well – helps that the garden is dormant.
I left Jessie sitting on the seat in the shower this morning preening. She likes to jump up on the moulded seat directly I exit the shower cubical. She found years ago that steam is very good for the complexion/fur. I am used to having an impatient one-person queue outside the shower door.
Jessie is also getting used to the extra meal put out for the cat burglar – she inspects it every night, comparing it with her own. Feel my plans to solve the ‘cat burglar problem’ will pan out differently ….”
Linda

Media: Ralph Hedley - Watering the Garden, 1890.

17/07/2025

“Nothing like a flat car battery to focus one. It was in the old battered station-wagon I use to cart whatever needs carting (costs a fortune to get anything delivered out here), but still, I failed in the motor dept. Landlord to the rescue.
It was full moon so things happen, like our cat burglar taking up Jessie’s and my attention every evening. Despite trying enticements, this cat would only come out at night from the old macrocarpa hedge, (which could hide dozens of moggies).
I have been leaving a plate of food in the kitchen, and had no sight of the intruder, until Jessie decided to guard the cat door one evening and finally, I caught a glimpse - a cute female black cat with white accents. I tried the ‘lock the cat door trick’, but it burst through, on its way out, so much for plastic. A cage from SPCA was planned for this week, but plans changed when I thought to canvas the locals first - see if a letterbox note drop would draw out an owner.
It was ‘animal week’: Jessie added her bit by killing a Stoat – she has no tolerance for animals who bite, although she is not shy in that regard. Then, driving home one afternoon a male pheasant in full courting garb crossed the road at a fast pace reminding me of a marathon walker – not once did both heels leave Earth together, then, coming to a puddle and without disturbing a wing, it gave a long athletic hop with both feet together – a human long jumper would have been impressed.
I was not so impressed by the ‘Great Black-backed Gulls’, the largest of the gull species, at the Council rubbish dump in their dozens. I muttered to myself that I would be lucky to get out without a few guano ‘dumps’ on the car. One bird scored just as I was leaving – a large splat that on a wing mirror, obliterating that view until I got home.
Tree moving was on the list. Two Coxes Orange Apple trees in large tubs had been semi-bonsaied for twenty years or more. Deciding to leave one behind when I move, I dug a large hole in the veggie garden, wrestled it out of its tub and dragged it on a tarpaulin to the hole. I had warned it change was coming, but it was rough treatment - too heavy for finesse. The tree’s nature spirit stood, melding with its trunk and although looking okay, by evening it was dejected and collapsing. I put the hose on its roots and kept it there for three days, two nights. Looking slightly more animated now, but I think it will take more than ‘a week in bed’ to bring it to fruiting this next season. At least its nature spirit now has his head up.
Joy of joys, my tax info’ is at the accountant’s! It took a texting session with an ex-exorcism client (meaning I had to sit down and concentrate), coupled with intense calculator work in between the replies and answers. Astonishing how much we pay for electricity and telephone – having it in black and white makes one switch off unnecessary lights, for a while.
I cocked an eye to the Nature Spirit of the Apple tree – much better today, now standing although wobbly. Right, next task is a letter to all neighbours … “Have you Lost a Black Cat”.
An anxious 80-year-old Sensitive rang, plaintively saying she felt, “Someone is there ….” There was, a relative in Spirit. But client has had a lifetime of panic attacks connected to her sensitivity so fear of everything etheric rules. I asked the relative to leave, she did; problem solved, for the moment … think she will be back. I did a ‘cheer up’ session, putting verbal sillies around said 80-year-old and finally got a cheerful, more balanced response. Sometimes diversion is the best healing.
I remember a client who I visited (she was homebound); as I walked past a bedroom door, I noticed a Spirit child bouncing on the bed and remarked, “How delightful.” My client was horrified and shouted, “Take it away, take it away.” She had gone into full panic. Shocked at such a response, I turned to do the deed and saw an adult hand (no body attached) reach out of the ether toward the child and draw it away – gone.
The fear of what cannot be seen is very real, and it is not uncommon for a Sensitive to want to stay a Muggle, viewing their accelerated senses almost as a dis-ease. It is a fear of reality, after all life can be hard and happy endings are not necessarily for all. Lessons must be learnt, and if we do not learn and try avoidance, the scenarios get harder. The ‘real’ is relative to whomever is doing the viewing of course.
This week produced strange and delightful happenings. An athletic bird, another using my car as a target; Jessie, who can be violent ending another’s violence, and a cat lost and frightened. Ah well, letter done - delivery to the neighbours. Landlord pinpointed a new family in the district – he does not get off the farm often, but is always up with local news … “It is out there, just let it in”. Hmm, that applies to life.”
Linda

Media: Léon Houbaer - Interior with a Cat, 1931.

10/07/2025

“Finding excuses for not doing my tax prep for the accountant was becoming overpowering. I was wasting time mithering at Muggledom authority. Mithering – old English word for making a fuss or something being a nuisance.
Odd words pop out of my consciousness, always have done, even the odd Hebrew word, but I know where they come from. I lived a 17th century life in Germany as an unmarried male Jew, a Sensitive who wrote tomes in Latin and hid activities from the authorities - a time of persecution. I lived in a city and had a housekeeper who came in daily. The house had two cojoining secret rooms, one discovered when I moved in and the other, I built between attics and second floor, where I did my astrology, studied stars, and wrote of esoteric/scientific things.
A client popped up two weeks ago with problems. His mother was his ‘go-between,’ and from her I learnt that he too wrote, popping in his written narrative the odd word that came to him. Yet another Sensitive with ‘doors’ open to parts of wider consciousness.
I had a note in my diary of a friend coming through Christchurch from Dunedin. Ha, perhaps lunch on me at a café? I rang her and found she had cancelled her trip north due to a heavy car repair bill. That joined various other signs and omens, tweaking the antennae. Stretching said antennae did not bring anything significant, so I sniffed the air, yup, something is brewing … ridiculous woman, something is always brewing.
That day I spoke to three valued friends in various part of the country – unusual as months can go by with no contact, now all on same day? Two, fine, but three? I was looking under rocks for signs; the number three is always significant for me. However, it was obvious I was not going to be rescued from the tax prep immediately, I got back to it.
Jessie Cat and I had a second visit from ‘cat burglar’ that evening. I heard an irritated hiss, and Jessie, asleep on my knee, je**ed her head up and looked at me. Cat burglar did not like Jessie We moved quietly, side by side out to the kitchen. Jessie was twice her normal size (fur extensions). I noted no rolling pin was handy. The cat dishes were empty – evidence. This was a cat who used cat door techniques … you know, tail extended to stop door rattling.
We went back to the fire to resume our cozy evening, me with vague thoughts of solving this new problem. Meantime, cat burglar was planning another visit that night.
However, on the work scene auric attachments and ‘other-life’ problems continued for people. I have never known such a deluge of ‘Other-life’ problems. The latter (linear thinkers call them ‘past lives’) disruptions are caused when a concurrent life crosses over the current, usually at point of death for the incoming life. Usually, trauma common to both incarnations (like attracts like) creates the co-joining of character/ personality, but that trigger is not always present in the current incidences.
Such interference is not uncommon problem, but one that has increased ten-fold in the last few weeks due to the unusual global energetic (etheric) disruptions, so much so I find myself using the word ‘usually’ often, to show comparison with the past. The trite saying, ‘expect the unexpected’ stands as useful.
I went to a meditation/chant/singing evening put on by the Sri Chimnoy group last week. It was a rainy cold night and I dithered about going until I told myself, “When has a little rain put you off anything.”
A gathering of about twenty or so people. Not being a singer, I simply shut my eyes and watched the etheric for a while, then tried to involve myself - it was not happening. Strange, I usually have no difficulty blending. It was me, not the place nor the group. I enjoy Sri Chimnoy members, finding them open, friendly with no guile (no agenda) and they are community people, so my discomfort was a sign, as if I need another, of my likes and dislikes changing en mass. This will be the third ‘life’ for Linda Hampton within this incarnation.
We live lives within lives ... ‘phases’ perhaps, caused by an incoming aspect/addition/s to our character from our Soul. A little like puberty when chemicals in the body emerge/reorder themselves, although not as dramatic (voice does not drop!).
Think I will go and check out the orchard for a lost puss who is used to people and cat doors. Jessie is uninterested. She is asleep in front of the fire. “You will get fat.” I said, before exiting. An ear twitched.”
Linda

Media: Underwood and Underwood - Yosemite, 1902.

03/07/2025

“I groaned at my last blog – it was literary static, jumpy, and had a spelling mistake. Story behind that creation.
The checking and rechecking had just finished last Thursday when the whole text disappeared. Eek - blank screen!
I went through the normal retrieval rituals when one hits a wrong key, but nothing was saved. There was a ‘suspect’ cos’ I had unwittingly drifted over the thin red line that divides forbidden exposés from normal work … a piece about exorcism. My etheric Team are experts at making things disappear. Lesson learnt, again. But, I only had a few hours to get a blog out, so I recalled as much as I could of the original (sans the ‘naughty’ bit) and quickly wrote anew. Not an ideal writing environment.
Last week was trying. But house viewings were managed. The first was noted for being the opposite to what we could live in. The second we loved, cute, but too small and the third had strong possibilities, then felt wrong. I built on the possibilities initially with the last by going into Muggle mode. The house was excellent, but the garden, a pocket handkerchief, only had one ‘tree’ (overblown bush) for Jessie. The process of sending profile details to the Agent was next. I went to send mine and struck a computer that would not play ball. For two days I tried to send – nope. I sighed, and addressed The Team, “Okay I get it, second best is not good enough and I know there is a time-frame in place. I will wait.” A familiar vision appeared, it was ‘the’ house accompanied by warmth.
Funny thing about senses, one does not need to work at using them, but ‘allowing’ them to work is important. By that I mean no dismissal of anything appearing in the mind and no narrow views on anything. If it does not make sense, nor fit, then ‘shelve’ it so you can come back to it later. Meaning, do not dismiss or bury what you do not understand under the label ‘rubbish’. Acknowledge its presence and place it to one side, the mind takes note, and does not shut down that avenue of information. Tricky beasties minds …. They are the engine room for one’s incarnation.
Jessie is on guard outside the cat door despite the cold. Another cat entered and ate her tea last night, not that Jessie was going to eat it. There was a strangled ‘yeowl’ from the living room in the wee small hours. Perhaps the visitor decided to investigate beyond the kitchen. I was in time to hear the cat door swish behind the foreigner. Jessie’s fur was up on end.
A client asked me to recount a few other lives, so I let my mind go blank and allowed my focus to shift, finding a few explanations for his current situation. We live series of lives with the same theme, changing roles/views/relationships etc. Nothing is left unanswered. I noted a characteristic had followed on into this life – a worry, almost overreaction, and understood when I looked at one of those lives when he had to be on guard constantly for his brain damaged son – an imbecile, in a time when death was considered the answer for such people. He protected the lad until he died, then the community ‘took charge’. In this life he had become over-protective.
Looking at another’s other lives can be informative, even amusing, but also heart-rending. Like the time I did a ghost clearance from a well-to-do house near the centre of Christchurch. It was one of those kismet situations when I was there for reasons other than house energy balancing.
I was upstairs, alone, in a lovely living room overlooking the front garden. My hostess had gone to get something, and as I stood there admiring the Art Deco features the room changed. A man stood by the window. His face was missing … tattered, hanging flesh. Time shifted and I saw a plane during WWII shot down, flames, then a crash. He was trapped in his own pain/trauma in the Astral, between life and Spirit. I knew my task … he moved easily into Spirit and the room’s energy lightened, just as my hostess returned. I did not tell her of the event I had been part of, but did ask casually whether the house was haunted. She waved a hand dismissively, “Oh the odd person says it is, but I have never seen anything.”
As a medium one sees the aftermath of road accidents especially, even suicides. I remember one where blood dripped from self-inflicted wounds – I was in a church, at his funeral in that instance. What a subject!! I have the dentist again this week. Perhaps that brought those thoughts – fanciful?
Couple of days have passed and the dentist is a memory – no bother, easy peasy this time. They do need some new magazines tho’ ….”
Linda

Media: Chloe Chlumecky - Orquevaux/Road to Hana, 2025.

19/06/2025

“I drove south last Saturday with an antique ‘Lloyd Loom’ chair in the back. It was for a friend who admired the two I bought twenty years ago from an Op shop in Oamaru. Deciding I had enjoyed them long enough, I asked if she wanted them. “Yes,” was her reply. “Rightio, I shall be down.”
Two months passed, then winter struck as did a bout of ‘seasonal’ mullygrumps … cold toes, fingers etc. I rang and found she too had mullygrumps. Immediate action needed.
Jessie was placed in the cattery, to her disgust, and I pointed the car south, not stopping until I got to Oamaru. I had a small diversion from plans … Emily ordered two bags of chocolate fish from the Oamaru Rainbow Factory, for work colleagues.
I stepped into the factory shop; an alien environment; I immediately felt unwell. The cause: sugar in colourful shapes everywhere. For a refined sugar free person, it was as though being surrounded by po*******hy. People were picking up bags of the stuff, and with children in tow. I shuddered, located the chocolate fish, paid, then scuttled back to the car with hat pulled down to circumvent recognition – my heart was pounding - culture shock!
I recovered in Oamaru’s ‘Old Victorian Town,’ where I wandered around enjoying the artistry of various shops, until time demanded I complete my journey. Driving out of town I worked at recalling the route to Maddy’s house. A few kilometres beyond town intuition kicked in for a safe landing.
I was greeted with big smiles and the news that she had just put three hot water bottles in my bed to air it. Maddy is an old-fashioned lady at heart and one could be forgiven for thinking she had stepped out of 1910, Edwardian era, a view that quickly disappears when realising her breadth of knowledge on modern alternative living: from Rudolph Steiner philosophies to organic fermented food, to collecting books on subjects ranging from Quantum Physics, to growing flowers commercially – all sprinkled with the odd political view. Maddy had operated a wholesale book business in her home, employing people, now she growing organic flowers, although you would be forgiven for thinking the books did not move on - piles on every surface.
A cat was planted firmly in front of the large log burner door. Maddy manoeuvred large logs around Gentleman Jim’s (GJ) elderly form successfully and we settled down to discuss everything and anything. We did not stop talking through our meal, nor afterwards with GJ, in front of the fire. Bed was early, and we ‘exercised’ the familiar argument about how many hot water bottles and extra quilts I needed before bed. I always feel I am in a Grimms fairy-story, when preparing for bed at Maddy’s - ‘Princess and the Pea syndrome’ rules.
I slept well, after tossing off several quilts, went downstairs where the catch up started again. It was many years since Maddy and I had talked face to face. I let G.J. in from outside (he ran back to the log burner) and we had breakfast. Finally, I made my way to the car, running late for lunch in Timaru.
Lunch was with my eldest daughter and her family. Enroute, I thought of all I had not mentioned/discussed with Maddy. She being a ‘one-stop-shop where alternative living/being is concerned, and I had just been through a mini refresher course.
I timed my arrival back in Christchurch with the Cattery’s pickup time. Jessie took time to settle once home, being cross and discombobulated. Finally, she settled on my knee, under my lap rug – normalcy found, I was forgiven.
My 36-hour holiday was marred by forgetting my phone charger. I texted apologies to various clients from my daughter’s home - she had the required equipment. But, of course, subconsciously that was part of the plan. I needed silence, provided by the long drive there, car noise accepted and placed in the background, as I drove through the countryside and odd township, alone with my thoughts; reconnecting with myself. Oh yes, I do daily meditation etc, but at times difference is needed for ‘thought change’ – a reset. I liken it to Agatha Christie’s famous disappearance - a few days that caused alarm. I take hours not days! Maddy provided my need to empty out the mind and I did the same for her. We pursue ‘difference’ in the alternative culture, running alongside Muggledom – the etheric worlds for health being my focus and hers the material/physical world. Two halves, hence the ability to connect, re-find the glue, and make one mind.
Note: People are mentioning odd things happening, plus their mistakes that ‘should not have happened.’ We rely on our ‘ether memory,’ and even it is coping with change – ‘new broom’ syndrome is in action. Forgetting will be part of life until we recalibrate and find balance; forgive oneself and move on. Don’t waste time on self-flagellation - write oneself notes ….”
Linda

Media: Phil Greenwood - Moon Lights.

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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.