Wednesday With Linda: Opinions and obstacles.

“I have just come in from the garden - my preferred morning routine includes a stint there after breakfast. It’s a time when the hens get their greens, when I tart up the flower garden a little, although it’s beyond redemption, and dream a little. Very therapeutic

dreaming. I recommend it – exercises the mind in exploring stuff beyond the ritual of daily life – tips you out of ‘Ground Hog Day mode’.

I have Plant Culture (the title ‘Companion Planting’ I regard as ‘twee’) research on my mind and its content – who likes who, an especially salient point when tidying. A small vocal person by my side is reminding me that my presence is welcome, but not if I am in tidying mode. We came to a truce, i.e. since they can move over obstacles easier than I, so I must be allowed to move plants. Nature Spirits are so opinionated and so easy to offend – sounds like some humans I know!

I have my mind on my next talk – this one on my subject, modern metaphysics. “Why ‘modern’”, you ask, “Isn’t it ages old and ageless?” Yes, but we have to appease the Philosophers reading Aristotle who coined the word ‘metaphysics. I remember being in a Philosophy Tutorial and mentioning the phrase ‘modern metaphysics’ and receiving a huge negative reaction from the young tutor. Hmm, at the time that reaction more than answered my question, which was “. . . has the Philosophy Dept. heard of ‘it’?” It was a reaction that closed off any ideas of being myself, which is perhaps a plus for the University. Oh, the occasional bit slipped out and one even pursued by a lecturer on one occasion (nicely), but I had decided it was best to play Muggle. (J.K.Rowling’s term for one who does not believe in magic.)

Of course many keep their personal beliefs to themselves when in some company – it is polite not to evangelise . . . [slurp] gorgeous word that – evangelise. Love words and their history, I used to read dictionaries when younger and still find the odd word needs ‘exercising’. Actually various words transverse the distance from other lives, activating a rush to the dictionary to find whether my usage is correct. The latter sometimes necessary, because some years ago I ‘found’ the most amazing word deep in my vocabulary and used it frequently until, after checking its meaning, I discovered it meant the opposite – whoops!

Nope, don’t Google – love books too much and there is something in handling the pages of an old book - feelings. I actually have my Great Aunt Agnes’s dictionary, now aged over 100 years. Admittedly it looks a little beaten with its cover hanging off. She was a knowledgeable Sensitive. For example, she worked frequently at ‘soul retrieval’ in her home, at appointed times. She used to lie on her couch and tune into the Astral and help anyone who appeared, helping them to complete their journey into Spirit.

The Astral is a fascinating concept if you are into Sci-Fi – I’m not. I understand and work in the realm frequently: it containing, amongst other concepts, the thoughts of all incarnational beings, including the dead who are confused about their beingness, i.e. their assumption that there is nothing after death. Thank goodness they are in the minority.

Oh boy, there is always someone attached unknowingly to someone else’s auric field muttering to themselves, “I am nothing, I am dead.” I watched one such fellow once and told him that if he was nothing then how come he can see me. Now that was enough to jolt him into remembering the hundreds and thousands of times he had taken the journey into Spirit. “Goodness mate ‘they’, those who love you, have been waiting ages.” Nothing like a guilt trip to speed the action, but by then I was talking to his ‘heels’.

‘They’, the loved ones, hadn’t of course, waited a long time I mean, because time is not the slow pedantic action we make it here on Earth. It is in its natural state, i.e. multi-dimensional. And you can guarantee that although the woman, who was unwittingly ‘entertaining’ the equally unwitting fellow in her auric field for a number of months, the actual dead person felt as though he had only just passed over in the last few seconds. Fascinating subject ‘time’. Enough to have one’s eyes doing cartwheels, when trying to grasp the thought of time being malleable.

There, I came to the computer absolutely convinced I did not know what to write and voila! It happened – mainly because I view you as those I chat to on occasion and as you cannot answer back immediately I am free to wander . . . .”

Blessings,

Linda