My Spiritual Windows

  At times my visions flip me to the other side, I am open without judgements and expectations which always make the adventures amazing.   On one such visions I was in a huge open hallway, in the hallway I seen someone I knew in front of myself in the hallway who at this time is still of this world. Lacking patience I moved forward into a massive room with endless long tables and came upon a table with some of my own departed family members. Mother, Cousin, one faded from having a clear vision of. My uncle Harold who said “Linda , what are you doing here? Told him I really not sure though just visiting. My mother looked sad to see me. No mom not staying!! I took a look at myself and was much younger with long blond hair and dressed other than I would have dressed, But okay.   The whole segment was quickly passed. Across the stage, people were being somewhat received back. And that was all. The other side is not quite what we have been programmed to see, though all seemed comfortable in

  Fear is synonymous with unknown. At times we put a line in the sand at our feet avoiding to cross the line into the unknown.   Anytime I have crossed the line, I have been grateful for the crossing. Spiritually lines are drawn repeatedly. Easier to remain in what is comfortable or repeating and living in the past than crossing the line of unknown for the what if’s than expanding into the known at a different understanding. Staying at a pause or ears and eyes open only to others who seemingly crossed the line.   Though did they really or rephrase the past? Time to straighten your crown and do as asked and take the leap of coming to your source as the child. Fearless and open without hesitation to grow in your own path rather than a repeated path of another. The unknown new is crossing the line. Not mistaken for fear. Take the worse in complete faith of the child. Knowing what is behind, find the innocence to overcome the crossing.    In doing so possibly new fears and unknowns await t

​ Being Easter seems like the perfect day to share this experience.     On August 1 st , 2006 I was sick for weeks though when my daughter asked if I would like to ride with her to the local grocery “Dillions” I agreed. Outside the temp was stifling feeling much like a   Arriving at the store, I noticed a man standing on the entrance area in front of a pole used for an incline into the store. Dressed in sandals, black billowing pants much like hammer pants from another time, crepe material long sleeve shirt with a brown suit type coat over his shirt. Gazed at him thinking the local police would escort him from town if they saw him. Not a town for allowing strangers to stay. Not a drop of sweat when I was dripping in the sauna state of the afternoon heat. As I thought this he just smiled, with his beautiful light brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair.   Across his forehead dents lined the forehead from side to side. Thought I could help you with those and he smiled again. Told him i

  Dreams which come in from left field with no reference to your dream in full color are very much cognitive messages worth remembering and analyzing in a spiritual sense.   Such as one I had of building a stair case in a empty house. Not my home, though representative of bringing together a sturdy path between two dimensions, upper and lower. Strong supportive foundation provided. Complete in the creation and ready for use. New though unknowingly tying the energy. Ready for use.    Having in the past many dreams involving traveling stairs, being complete was rare. Along with sturdy support. Pay attention to sent messages, the reveal is nearer than you may believe. We do not need to know how, though believing in the possibility is key.