I have read some of the stories people have told about their angelic experiences and I have had my own, and I feel that there is no right way to invoke an angel, see one or be touched by an angel. If a next book published on angels is titled: “Angel Etiquette”, you know that you can walk away from that one. Don’t bother to give it any attention. If there is one Being in this Universe that will take you for who you are and accepts your warts and all – whatever “all” may be – it will be an angel; regardless of how you have addressed them.

The skeptical human realm will probably define this angelic rush as a smart way of making money out of gullible people. If that realm wants to see it that way: fine. There are also scores of others that think quite differently, in that in these testing times we need all the support we can get to take our world and the planet through the current hobble; you may not be surprised that I belong to the latter.

Angels are the messengers of the Divine Male/Female/Neutral; they are our link to the Divine and they are there to help and support us in our lives. That’s my belief because I’ve had had some angelic adventures myself. Here’s one:

I’m an incredibly insecure 17 year old and I am a day away to a town in the south of the country with my boyfriend and his rock band. There’s a small festival going on with a “The Best Band of the Day” contest and they hope they’d win it. The band members and their girlfriends are all much older – mid twenties -  and we have not much in common. It is a beautiful day, it is warm, the sun shines. We are stranded in the town, not knowing where to go and the band decides to get out of the van, wait outside and discuss with a city map at hand what to do next. We are all sitting on a low wall, I am the last one of the row, and I notice a young woman with short blond straight hair, introducing herself as Karin, settling in next to me.  We engage in a wonderfully happy, humorous conversation. She is so funny and I feel such kinship with her, I can fully relax. When I watch her I notice that sunlight is bouncing of her almost white hair; she is radiant. It is time to get to the van again and after we all get in and drive away I remark upon the friendly young woman joining us on the wall. No one had seen her. I describe her and say that she had introduced herself and she had the same name as I had. Deafening silence. It left me with a strange but wondrous feeling; I felt intensely seen and loved during our time outside but the band members were now convinced that I was truly a weird one.

I feel it is important to live my life in the notion that there is support available for everyone from the unseen realms, angels, the management, the chaps upstairs, or whatever name is going round to describe our personal Spiritual Support Team. They come to me in my dreams, day and night and they speak through family and friends. Let us spontaneously welcome our helpers into our lives without thinking how to get around doing that. Let’s welcome them as old lost friends, with open arms and open hearts and give them again a place in our lives. So many people have been given examples of how their Spiritual Support Team has changed theirs, now it is your turn to fully understand and feel the difference it makes to live with or without the Divine spark ignited.

Love,

- Karin Schluter Lonegren

You can schedule a (distance) reading with me and discover who your Spiritual Support Team is. karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk

What I thought striking, was that nobody was angry or upset. They all felt for the farmer; people felt sorry for the guy. They knew he did not spray everything he encountered on his way to the local butcher on purpose. In the end, the farmer was alerted, neighbours helped each other clean their houses, cars were washed, people showered and clean clothes were hanging to dry in the sun and a fresh crisp wind played with sleeves and hem lines.

Later that night many deep belly laughs were heard from the two pubs in the village: people telling their story about their liquid manure adventure. By the end of the evening, just before closing time, tonnes and tonnes of manure had been lost and the whole village had been covered in a meters thick layers of the smelly stuff.

This is one scenario. The other is less rosy but as smelly as the other. The inhabitants of the village became incensed. They ran angrily shouting towards the tractor and tried aggressively to make the farmer stop. They pulled him from his seat and demanded a reason why this had happened to them. Why were they suddenly victimized by this man. While he was being shoved from one angry villager to the next they started shouting for money to pay for the car-wash, the launderette, the dry cleaner and for all the water bills at the end of the month. Some men and women took their cars and went to the farmer’s farmhouse and starting throwing in windows with stones. The farmers’ wife and her young children were frightened and fled their house at the back where a car was parked, they drove into the fields to the next village to get to the police station. There she found her husband, beaten and in shock. The following years people were still talking about what had happened. The villagers felt it was their right to claim expenses but it had ruined the farmer, his business and his marriage.

This is not an article in favour of taking out insurances covering all kinds of calamities. Although I think it is smart to cover one’s potential loss of money. (Aka as covering one’s behind, pun intended) but it is an article about taking responsibility for one’s actions, finding humour in outrageous situations and taking care of the people close to you. The tractor-driving, manure-spreading farmer is a true story, the way the villagers responded in the first paragraph is also the truth. The second version is my fantasy – quite morbid at the moment – but maybe the outcome could have been that way. I’m sure that the last version would have been more newsworthy for most radio stations and newspapers.

I applaud the local radio station for spending time to relay the positive story to the listeners and I wish that every unintended calamity on our planet could be dealt with in the grounded way the villagers approached a nasty problem without keelhauling the perpetrator. I would love to hear more positive news – at least one an hour – on radio and television, preferably in mainstream news programs. It lifts the heart and perks up spirit, souls will glow and consciousness grows. Today I’ll be aware of what I am relaying to the outer and  the inner world. I know it makes a difference.

- Karin Schlüter Lonegren

Intuitive Readings and Bodywork, Holisitc Energy Treatments, Distance Readings all available now. karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk – 0044 1458 835818

We are not afraid. We delight in this wondrous abundance of nature. I try to close the kitchen door, but the soft bodies of the spiders, lying between the door and the threshold are preventing me from closing it. I wake up just when I decide to give the door a hard push.

The day before, I had a fabulous healing at the Goddess Hall in Glastonbury. I felt nurtured and taken care of and when the two healers asked me to name a deity I would like to have mentioned in their opening prayer besides the Lady of Avalon, my answer came quick; I like Great Mother.

That same night I had the dream about the spiders described at the beginning of this article. In between the scenes of endless amounts of spiders everywhere, I cooked meals  and set tables, and I was nurturing family and friends. My spirit guide walked towards me on a road in The Netherlands I know very well and asked me how I was doing, and I met many colleagues of a solicitors office where I once worked. And a next dream-scene would be again about tumbling spiders.

A few days ago I removed a big, big spider from my bedroom, while talking to her I caught her in a glass and placed her in the garden. The following day I saw a nest of spider eggs hatching simultaneously and I watched the little cute yellow/green baby spiders go wild on a sun-warmed door post. Spiders had entered my day-to-day life and now I experienced them too in my night life.

Upon waking up I grabbed Jamie Sams’s and David Carsons’s Medicine Cards – I’d just refound that book, after having mislaid it for about a month – and there I read that Spider coming up in a reading, and I like to see my dreams like that, a personal reading from my unconscious self, means that Creation finds delight in you and your plans.

Brenda Mallon’s Dream Bible  talks about how Spider is the archetype of the Great Mother, the weaver of destiny. Spiders often appear in dreams when the threads of  lives need to be renewed or relocated. Of course these books also mention the reverse meaning or a ‘negative’ meaning of the archetype of the spider, but since I felt not afraid in my dream, there was no negativity for me in that symbolism.

I watched the news at 7.30am and I told husband Sig about my outrageous dream, while keeping an eye on the screen. We both burst out laughing when we became aware of the next news item. An image of Maman, Mother, Spider Mother was shown because the creator of this fabulous sculpture, Louise Bourgeois, had just died at the age of 98. Of course it is awful when such a gifted artist passes over, but the synchronicity of the moment was unique.

This dream had a very special meaning for me in that I feel nurtured and taken care of by Great Mother, Maman. What ever happens in my life, what ever hoops I have to go through or put myself through willingly, I will be supported by the image of gazillions of spiders representing the hologram of the feminine divine.

Love,

Karin Schluter Lonegren.
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic

If you would like to hear what animals and plants are nurturing you, book a one-to-one reading session. We go on a tuning-in adventure together and we’ll hear what wild nature wants you to know.

My sister moved to the former Dutch colony on the northern coast of South America some years ago to study Winti, the indigenous spiritual belief system she came in contact with through her Surinamese friends in Amsterdam. When I visited her in her newly adopted country I also met her spiritual teacher: Aun’Marie – Tan’Marie for Dutch readers – a formidable woman who directed ceremonies, taught and kept an eye on the pervading energies all in one go.

So when my sister and I were talking with each other through Skype and I complained about my circumstances, she said it would be necessary for me to get into this ceremonial bathing stuff now. She gave me the extensive recipe for a herbal bath (we tailored it to Western-European flora) and the just as extensive list of do’s and dont’s before, during and after the healing.

In haste I wrote down her instructions and then catapulted myself from my house – once a Taurean woman get’s going, there is no stopping to her -  and ran down the High Street into Benedict Street to go to an old-fashioned shop to buy some old-fashioned household materials I had to add in small amounts to the bathing water. Those particular items were not sold anymore as they could be hazardous to the health of people and pets, so I ran the High Street up again to the health food store and bought everything in politically correct form: organic, non-chemical, recyclable packaging plus the herbs, dried and fresh. With arms full of materials, greenery and a second-hand baby bath I went home.

I locked myself in my bathroom and wrote with chalk on the sides of the small tub the concerns I had about my body. While adding the herbs, spices and the Ecover cleaning materials I talked to the ailment itself and how I really, really, really thought it was time for it to go away. Actually, I used much stronger words but they would shatter my image as a well-brought up person if I would write them down here. (By the way, I do not care much about my image, let it be shattered! But I do believe in kindness towards my readers. Those words would not fit that model.) I kept a cloth ready for standing on while I poured the herbal concoction over my body, all the time talking to the ailment, the herbs and the water.

When that part of the healing ceremony was over I wrapped myself in towels, stepped out of the bathroom, never to look back at what was left there. My husband Sig had to remove the cloth, not allow it to touch his body in any way, and throw it away and also disperse the water. I had to go to bed for an hour and be calm and meditate. Which I did. In fact I hadn’t felt that at ease in a long time. When my quiet hour was gone I brushed my body because the dried up herbs were still there. A shower was not due before the next morning.

The result of this ceremonial bathing was that I felt whole and healthy and full of flowing energy. Through the blessing of the Internet, water and plants, prayer and intent, fabric whitener and some essential oils, my energy had shifted and I felt different, better. And when my system felt positivity returning through this holistic ceremony, the healing journey had begun.

Love,

Karin Schluter Lonegren

karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic

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I’ll never forget that mad rush into shoe shops and department stores, cute boutiques and after noticing that none of us really fitted cute boutique style clothing, we hurtled ourselves into shops more tailored to the middle aged wider kind of body type, and for honesty’s sake, we also frequented a jeweler.  I was surprised by this maybe understandable but none the less not very spiritual reaction to the emotional strain we had been in in the previous weeks.

My mother lived in The Netherlands, in a mostly late medieval small town, surrounded by water, with beautiful trees, not so wild nature, ancient churches and chapels galore. It gave enough opportunity for me to be spiritual in and I didn’t. My sisters and I off-loaded our emotions by pressing our hot-flushed bodies into too small a size cute clothes. I have to say, finding a garment suiting our body types caused much excitement and satisfaction, albeit short lived.

By the time my eldest sister had arrived from South-America, our rush was over and hers had yet to begin. We assisted her in the end in making some good choices. She was the one who found the best shop to buy the champagne in we would drink while we were dealing with our mother’s estate. We had locked ourselves into the office of the sister in whose house we all stayed, and within two days we had harmoniously divided my parents’ lives.

After that initial emo-shopping rush, we found our inner resources again. We talked to Spirit, we talked to our father who had “gone” before. We did a big ceremony with all our husbands and much of our children to help our mother get into the flow of her transition. We drummed to our ancestors, we sang, we meditated. We offered food to the waters surrounding this lovely small town and talked to the spirit of water, and how she, through her flowing and streaming could be a help for our mother and for us as well, so we could fully understand how life goes on in endless loops of arriving and leaving, of change and pain and joy and acceptance of what is and will be.

I wonder if the seemingly endless consumer-rush the world seems to go through (maybe a bit hampered for some due to changing economic circumstances) is the equivalent of my emo-shopping, to still the heartache and the emotional pain of the loss of our natural (inner) resources and the loss of our Mother, the planet. If that is the case, there must be a happy ending/beginning for us, humans too. We will come to our senses again and will look inside us, into our hearts and we will look again to our family and friends and neighbours  and use and re-use our own resources without over-using those of others.

Love,

- Karin Schluter Lonegren
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk
www.sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk/psychic

I’ve always had strong connections with the plant kingdom; over the years their energy have come through in lucid dreams and I’ve met plant spirits in my wakeful state too.  As a 17 year old, I bought a Poinsettia to communicate with. My mother had some time before introduced me to the Findhorn Foundation through their books and I wanted to have real contact with a plant too. It worked, we had a nice relationship which ended in a natural way (I forgot to water it after placing it in the garden in the spring. Sorry Poinsettia).

I was 34 and detected a “weed” in my front yard. It was a Plantain and I felt I had to give it extra attention in the form of sending it loving vibes. We had something going on together and I felt all my efforts were rewarded, at least that was my interpretation of it growing almost as tall as I was. It’s multiple petaled small flower looked like a diamond crown on a fairy’s head.

Plant Spirits come to your aid during psychic bodywork sessions and readings – from Roses to Grass, from Oak Trees to Tulips. When they make themselves known you may recognize them instantly because they address something you deep down inside know so very well. During a psychic reading Plant Spirit brings a certain characteristic to light or it gives you an indication where the Plant Spirit can be used as energy medicine for your emotional, physical or spiritual needs.

Himalayan Balsam was an invasive plant in a garden I had a long time ago. I had to have stern words with it. It was taking over part of my front yard and I don’t think my neighbours were very happy with it either. When I asked it to keep itself a bit in check and please do not spread much beyond where it was now, I had no idea that it would actually listen. That summer season it did hardly spread and within the next two years it was gone from my garden.

In hindsight, I would have done better to also look into what the invasive plants in my garden meant to me. I’m an impatient person, certainly 20 years ago, so what did the Himalayan Balsam (Impatiens) wanted me to know about myself? Patience? Growth? Abundance? Paying attention to my neighbours?

So when plants come through in  your reading pay attention and listen to what they have to say to you through their image and their presence, preferably in relationship to you. Sometimes the plant helps you in reconnecting to an almost forgotten part of yourself which then may provoke deep releasing feelings of sadness, waves of joy and oodles of love.

-Karin Schluter Lonegren

SunnyBank, 9 Bove Town, Glastonbury
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk

The readings are recorded on a digital voice recorder and are €47.

And here the Dutch translation of the above, for the benefit of my Dutch clients:

Ik geef readings in Nederland op 18 juni in Enkhuizen en 19 juni in Koekange, Drenthe. Wil je zeker zijn van een plek op een van deze twee dagen, stuur  dan zo snel mogelijk een email naar karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk,  en maak een afspraak!

De readings worden opgenomen op een digital voice recorder en zijn €47.

Over six billion realities overlap, bounce off and interact with each other; over six billion realities are all true. Most often, because we are “group animals”, we interact with each other. That is the moment we can transcend out of our own bubble of reality and be grander than that and help others with our humane feelings of love, empathy and sympathy.

What happens when our individual realities don’t gel and a shared vision is seemingly far away? I love to think – and it has been my experience, and I am learning -  that those characteristics: love, empathy and sympathy, will come rushing forwards. So I can  see and empathise with the issue someone else is bringing up, feel love for that person and feel sympathy in my heart for their plight. It does not mean that I from that moment forgo the feelings I have around that issue, but what may start happening, is that we both can get a clearer stance on our Sacred Points of View. Then the gelling starts. I can become more gentle and open up a little more and so can the other. Our very separate points of view can become more a  joint Sacred Point of View and  harmony will be restored in our relationship. Whether this is a relationship with your partner, neighbour, your greengrocer or your relationship with the natural world.

Getting older helps me in the gelling process, however, ironically, getting older helps me too to understand that my own point of view is not that bad and that it actually feels good to stand my ground with love, empathy and sympathy for myself and the other.

Working with clients gives me the opportunity to love, empathise and sympathise with them for the amount of time we are together -  be it through holistic energy treatments, a long distance reading or a face to face one at my home. When I tune-in to my clients’ energy field, plant and animal energies become visible to me, as well as spirit helpers in other forms. It is also important to love, empathise and sympathise with those energies and in transferring what the different realms have to convey clients can open up to receive healing however it manifests.

I’ve been working with plant energies for many years and I love it when the universe comes with lessons and experiences I need to have. A few weeks ago, a dream came back I’d had in the 1980’s: I’m walking in a forest and ahead of me two oak spirits in the guise of two acorns with legs and arms, come skipping and jumping and frolicking towards me. Shouting: “Hurraaayyy! She “sees” us again! She “sees” us again!” I woke up from that short dream convinced that I was so loved by nature, and that my love for nature could be boundless too; from that moment on, nature became more a part of my Sacred Point of View.

Having had the ‘flu for the last two weeks and an energetic “dip” (they are all gone now I’m glad to say), it felt in hindsight, that I’d lost my Sacred Point of View. Some synchronicities have helped me finding the connection with my View again:  the dream coming back in my consciousness and last Friday Pam Montgomery,  who’s life is dedicated to working with plant energies, visited us and talked inspirationally about her work with plants. And the two talks Sig and I heard during the Fountain-International conference this weekend in Torqay about flower essences by Andrew Tresidder and the wonderful work of Colin and Diane Kingshott who have found a unique way to communicate with the plant kingdom, made me aware again of the importance of my connection with plant energies.

I feel that nature and I have always gelled and are still gelling, and nature has helped me to see and feel again how I can help myself and my clients by actively strengthen my connection with the plant kingdom, so I can be more aware of my own Sacred Point of Views, my clients’ and those of the natural world around me.

Love,

-Karin Schluter Lonegren

When I lived in the Netherlands in the 1980’s I woke early one morning because it was suddenly very quiet. Sub-consciously I must have been aware of birds stopping singing and wind dying down.  I was listening to this stillness in my waterbed when a slow, soft rumbling emerged from ’somewhere’.  Seconds later, my bed started moving and I experienced a wild sea with growing rolling mini-waves underneath my body. It only lasted for half a minute, my children did not wake up and everything was calm again; the familiar bird-song resumed as well as the rustling of the leaves. Quake over.

The second quake I felt was when I visited my sister Carlien who had immigrated to Suriname on the northern coast of the South American landmass. I travelled there with my two other siblings, Sylvia and Agnes. We had rented a small ground floor apartment on the outskirts of the capital Paramaribo. That particular day we were melting in the heat and we opted for a quiet day: no sight-seeing for us, just books and talks. Later we would be going into the city in the relative coolness of the evening,  to dine with Carlien and partner. Blessing the shade we were in and listening to the warm tropical sounds surrounding us, I saw Sylvia making wobbling movements, as if she was dancing on her seat of the wooden garden bench. I was just about to ask why she felt she had to move her body in that way when I realised that I was wobbling too. Then it hit us: this was an earthquake. Agnes was inside, using the bathroom and my first reaction was to run inside to warn her.

Later she told her version of the story; she was surprised that the truck she heard passing by in the distance could make the lavatory shake that violently. We ran outside grabbing our bags with passports and return tickets and there we were, on the lawn, all alone. Apart from the madly barking dogs, the whole neighbourhood was eerily quiet. We decided to go to town early and the quake was something everyone was talking about in the bus and taxi. It was the first one in hundreds of years and people were as much surprised as we were by this potential catastrophic occurrence.

In the ninety seconds of the quake I had been freigthened, shaken, insecure and I had been experiencing feelings of raw panic. The only damage that day was a crack in an old school building in the capital. That was all.  I think I have felt only a tiny, tiny little fraction of the emotions people in Haiti and Chile and Taiwan must have felt during the few minutes their earth was shaking.

Seeing the devastation in the aftermath of these earthquakes makes me aware, again, how important it is to have close-knit communities. Do we know our neighbours? Do we know where the elderly and vulnerable people in our communities live? If anything “major” happens on our small piece of earth, do we know how to give help and healing and how to get those as well? I’m not only talking here about governmental organisations; they are necessary too of course, but about initiatives people locally can develop. (Check out the Transition Town movement.) Getting to know your community is important. A possible way of getting into that community-mode is by smiling at the people you encounter during the day, by greeting the first strangers you see outside your house. In short, simple friendly gestures that make everyone feel they belong and belonging makes people into human beings who are all equal, all accepted, all loved and known. And isn’t that what we want for ourselves as well?

- Karin Schluter Lonegren

I was a weekend away from SunnyBank Centre, visiting London where Sig gave a talk and then we drove on to visit our friends Kim and Jeff Saward in Essex to spend the rest of the weekend with them. The main theme of our time together became soon clear: the Divine and prayer. Kim was reading Kathleen McGowan’s book “The Source of Miracles”.

I ordered it on-line and I am now reading it and I am having a good time doing the exercises in the book. This book is about the Lord’s Prayer and how to use this prayer in matters of Faith, Surrender, Service, Abundance, Forgiveness, Overcoming and Love.  Most of you know that I’ve been more into the Lady the last 20 years or so of my life, although now I like to relate to the whole of what I call my Divine Spectrum: The Great Mother, The Great Father and The Great Mystery.

Every now and then I do like to say the Lady’s/Lord’s Prayer but I had to change the first sentence to give it the all-encompassing feel I need to feel when I consciously connect to the Divine. I say ” Our Mother-Father, hallowed be thy Name” etc. Although, while reading Kathleen MacGowan’s book and inspired by it, I started playing some more with the words because I feel that in our small crowded world it is exceedingly challenging for me to talk about our God, His Kingdom and the devil. As I said earlier, I am in love with the Divine but I am getting less and less sure about how the Divine looks or behaves in general. I am sure about Oneness and love and that, when things go seemingly wrong, Love can change everything. So here is my re-written version of that ancient prayer (sorry Jesus, I do like you a lot and I do like your teachings as well, they are powerful; I just like to play with words):

Our Mother-Father who made the Universe,
hallowed be your name.
Your realm is shining.
Your rays reach to Earth and far into heaven.
Give me today sufficient food,
and forgive me my errors,
so I can forgive the errors of others,
and lead me not away from myself,
but help me to stay strong.
For your Love, mystery and glory are in my heart, forever.

I pray every day – mostly other prayers than the  Lord’s/Lady’s prayer.  I pray in front of my kitchen altar with on it an image of the Earth Mother, animals, angels and a figurine of Mother Mary. I have a candle there, I light it, I pray. While I pray I often have to correct myself; I pray with a victims’ voice or a demanding one and since I am in love with the Divine, I wouldn’t want to lay those energies on my Beloved. I am good at nagging too, ah! and every now and then I can be manipulative. So those are the times intervention is needed and doing my best to formulate my innermost feelings better, it seems that the spontaneity goes with the intervention as well. The fine balance between all this and good communication, whether I have that talk with the Divine or with my fellow human beings, is a skill that needs constant honing.

I may be throwing away numerous babies with the bath water by not praying the original Lord’s Prayer as Jesus taught the Christian world;  I find it difficult to pray those words because it implicates I am praying for everybody on our planet; they do not all believe in the God, His powers and His Kingdom as I think, are determined by that prayer. I do want to pray for support, inspiration, guidance  and love, generated by my own heart too, from That Great Mystery, trusting I radiate that inner contentment into the outer world.

With Love,

- Karin Schluter Lonegren