Linda Kristien

“Apple, I’m going to have to disappoint you, you are not going to meet your twin-flame.” The first sentence of an e-mail from a self-pro-claimed world renowned astrologer read. He wanted to donate a free astrology-report to me. He found me online and was intrigued with my writing. Or me? I don’t know but ever [...]

Life is hilarious. It’s so funny. And this morning my life made me think of Jim Carrey. Remember that scene in the movie, what is it? Me, Myself and Irene? The scene in which he was slapping himself? Well, the past few days I kept seeing that picture in my mind. Now I fully know what [...]

I couldn’t figure out why I kept getting spam comments on my post Mastur-bait. I can’t count how many times I had to go into my wordpress admin to delete another freakin’ spam comment. If only they were real. Readers where are you? “Numbers don’t lie”, I say while I laugh out loud.

But you [...]

Horse riding. The Olympics. Creating. Directing. Painting. A picture. “How do you feel now that the Olympics are over?” A very dear friend of mine from NY e-mailed me. She knew it held great significance for me being in a town in the middle of the two towns who hosted the 2010 Olympics.

“Ok.” I [...]

More signs. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s the little things which tell me I’m on my way. On my way to what? I don’t know. I trust it will be good. No, better than that. Heaven!

I turn on the music to write. To catapult me right into that right [...]

I wake-up, enormously e-motional with a very sore back and kidneys too. I turn on my left side and remember the dream I just had. I look at the clock: 23:23. “Wow”, I thought it would be at least 5 am but I’ve only slept for two hours or so.”

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I come ‘home’ from Starbucks. I [...]

Music. I love music. Can’t and don’t want to live without it. It lifts my spirits when I’m down, it makes me want to move to the right tunes. On and off I feel a strong urge to make music myself. But I have no clue how to. And my first experiences with making music [...]

Haven’t slept all night and I don’t want to write being all spacey. Decided to have some breakfast. Eggs. Grounding. To me at least, for now it’s what I need. Until we can sustain on our own and know what it is best for ourselves, in every-thing; we can’t unite to the light. Try being [...]

This full moon ‘s got a firm grip on me. Its light is keeping me awake. First I wrote depression and now another obsession is wanting to be born. I’m a Crystal-chick and my method is to naturally give into this shizz. Works for me: gives me a natural high.

Something funny happend last eve. [...]

It is 3.30 am. Can’t sleep. Full moon. During full moons I either can’t sleep or I sleep very deep with intense dreams. Haven’t slept for one minute yet, due to incoming messages. Sentences were forming while pictures were being shown in my mind. Memories surface and my connection machine is making over-time. Did I [...]

The painter. The painter is me. I’m painting a picture you see. A picture of my life. Of how it used to be. Then I stepped into the zero zone. About a year ago. It’s a field filled with possibility. Bursting with it. So much, that at times I have no clue what to do with it. [...]

My baby? is me. I forgot. I forgot I was still in the phase of re-viewing. And that was my BIG mis-take. I, the imperative word being I, was too quick to jump the gun. Like a puppy. Like an eager beaver. I love it when my own words come back to haunt me. Slap [...]

After writing ‘chills’, I decide to make myself an omelette and let the story go. I had only eaten an apple and some almonds up until that point. Some grounding would be good. Eggs do that to me. Nature does it to me too. Attaching to a story causes pain. It’s not helping anyone to [...]

The best movies are the ones with lots of unexpected twists and turns; the ones that leave you gasping for air. Thinking: “OMG that scriptwriter is an absolute genius. How does he come up with it?!” Well, I say:”Try writing a movie-script online, live!” The in-spiration? My own life.

I just took a shower after dragging myself out of bed. [...]

Not even listening to music works. Usually one right note and it lifts me right out of my misery. Not this morning. Is this postnatal depression? Does such thing really exist? This truly is the opposite of bliss. I wonder what is wrong with my baby. I havent seen him yet. Is it because he [...]