I thought to introduce you to the stones I work with. Found in three different countries - The Netherlands, Great-Britain and America - they speak in the universal language of healing, listen to many bodies and help to transform aspects of the lives of clients we meet. Here are some of the stones assembled on my drum:

Some stones did not want to be photographed in close-up, others were eager to be pictured:

I'm on my way  to the States and these lovelies will travel with me. I am available for Spark Energy Treatments in Greensboro Vt, am looking forward to seeing you there!

- Karin Schlüter lonegren
www.karinschluter.nl
karin@karinschluter.nl

I love my clothes and I see them as a way of expressing myself to myself. I do try to choose what I like but inevitably, buying clothes in these times, means that I go to a shop and buy what I like there, but I am aware that I am buying the clothes someone else is liking who, in their turn, have been influenced by someone who presented these clothes in a way the designer and manufacturer thought it was good to show them so that as much people as possible would 'fall' for them. Phew...

There was a time in my life that I noticed that when I wore a certain garb, I would meet the same people. I had made a Chanel-type hounds-tooth woolen dress, and every time I would wear that one, I would meet Ronnie D. In my red blouse and matching skirt, I would invariably chat with Layla S.... and so forth. I started experimenting with it and wear certain clothes (strong colours) to see if I could attract the people I associated these colours with. And it worked. Not surprisingly that I became an artist later on and that now I work with colours in my reading and holistic energy treatment practice.

So, is it possible for me to express myself through what I wear? I have noticed the trend for all shades of grey fashion at the moment. Not only outer clothes but also underware, shoes and handbags are grey at the moment.  This explosion of the grey-trend, for me,  started last year and counting what grey I have in my wardrobe - twinset, blouse, skirt, trousers, my new winter shoes - not much different from what I see other women and men in the street are wearing.

I think grey in all shades is flattering for most skin tones but I think there is an underlying reason we/I run for grey now. (Beside what fashion trendsetters had in mind for us). In the Victorian age, 1837 - 1901, there were strict dress-codes for mourning. The first year after a close relative had died, women and men were wearing black, this was called "deep mourning" , the second year of mourning some white details could appear in the daily attire and the first six months of the third year, kown as half-mourning, shades of grey were permitted.

Readers beware! This dress code and its material was only obtainable for the well-off and "higher" echelons of society. Women and men who had to go out and work had no time to indulge their outer mourning for such a long period of time. Higher classed women, for instance, were not expected to leave their houses for social purposes for the first year of mourning. Imagine a widowed woman with eight children or more, working in a factory pulling that one off.

Could it be possible that - where ever we are and where ever we're coming from - a dress code, a remnant from Victorian times is still in our consciousness? Are we dressing, or being dressed, through this grey wave in fashion, in half-mourning? Are we preparing ourselves for a changing world by being in mourning for what once was? At the moment everything is changing: the politics of several European countries are making a firm - in my mind, scary -  jerk to the right, consumerism is rife and nature will not be the same soon, with more and more GMO crops around.

Are we conscious of the fact that we are the change, that change is in our hands? I wonder where the deep mourning phase is situated: are we past it, or is it yet to come? I would like to think we are past it and we don't have to go the mourning dress code in reverse order. If not... well we cannot afford to hide indoors for too long, we have to get out and show who we are and what we can do to make a change in the world for the better; for love, community and conscious living.  I'll start wearing my grey with turqoises and oranges and much sparkle, and be conscious what I attract today, of goodness and inspiration and people in my life.

- Karin Schluter Lonegren
karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk

For my Dutch readers: here is information on my work in Dutch: www.karinschluter.wordpress.com

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A few days ago I enjoyed my morning coffee while listening to a local radio station. People were being interviewed about a - thank heavens - rare occurrence. A farmer drove through their village after spraying his fields with liquid manure and somehow the spreading device on the tractor was activated again. It was a warm day, front doors of houses in the High Street were open, shops displayed their goods on the pavement, people parked alongside were waiting in hot cars, all windows open. I think you've got the picture by now? Everything and everyone on the High Street was splattered with the last remains of the liquid manure.

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

Angels are everywhere. I mean, they are literally everywhere. I believe they are around us in their usual invisible way, but we, humans, have made them increasingly visible in the form of gazillions of published books on angels, greetings cards, angel art and of course through the many stories of people who felt they have had a conscious encounter with an angel or even multiple angels.

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

I stand in my kitchen with my youngest son; we are surprised and intrigued by the sound we hear outside. It sounds as if snow is shifting on the roof of our house and about to fall on the ground. The sky darkens and now we can see why: spiders are falling down in their millions from rooftops and trees! They are all the same size, all the same colour and all equally fat, juicy and healthy.

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.

That morning 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

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