Seven Eighths of Me: A Tale of a Spiritual Adventurer

By Linda Willow Roberts

Join Linda Willow Roberts on a magical journey of self-discovery as she moves from crippling self-doubt to complete trust in the spiritual world. With her trademark humor and infectious ability to seize every moment, Roberts shares how she journeyed into an unknown future filled with magical mysteries, fairy tales, and enchanting history.

Thinking of herself as just a small woman from Tasmania, the Spirit has other ideas and teaches Roberts to embrace her talents and share her gifts. Listening to her intuition and acting upon it, she finds the world opening up for her and embarks on a spiritual adventure of a lifetime. Seven Eighths of Me tells the story of her powerful miraculous awakening as she tours some of the earth’s most sacred sites including Glastonbury Tor, the Avebury stone circle, Stonehenge, and the Great Pyramids of Egypt.

This book both empowers and inspires you to step into your own true magic, be guided by the Spirit, and experience the blessings available to anyone who chooses to believe. In sharing her story and her gifts, Roberts invites you to pave a new path.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781504315685

Linda Willow Roberts

Linda Willow Roberts is an international speaker, certified medium, spiritual teacher, psychic, clairvoyant, certified angel intuitive, Reiki master, theta healer, psychometry expert, and writer. Roberts is a Manifestor Magical Oracle and combines her thirty years of experience to assist clients with spiritual and life navigation. Her passion is mentoring, speaking and sharing messages from Source and Spirit. Working to identify areas that her clients need to address, she brings forth their talents to help them manifest the life they most desire for their highest good. Linda Willow Roberts I am a Manifestor www.LindaWillowRoberts.com

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To my parents,

Nancy and Digger Apted.

Thank you for accepting me exactly as I am.

You may have passed but I always feel you at the most perfect times.

Thank you for your strength.

Men go abroad to admire the heights of mountains, the mighty waves of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet pass over the mystery of themselves without a thought.

Saint Augustine

CONTENTS

Slaps From The Universe

There Has To Be Another Way (Sort Of)

Voila! Spirit Becomes Visible

A Little Reminder

Get Rid Of Everything

Moving On

John Of God, Sydney

Going Home

Certified Medium

Now What?

Sky High Visitors

Here We Go

A Woman On A Mission

The White Springs

The Tor

Stonehenge

Avebury Stone Circle

A New Day

Full Moon Antics

Arthur Findlay College

A Message To Manifest

London

The Palace

Back To Reality

Leap Of Faith

Egypt

Karnak

I Found Me

Acknowledgements

SLAPS FROM THE UNIVERSE

Spirit, what is going on? Oh my God, I was only going out for dinner, but the gut feeling was getting stronger. Looking at myself in the mirror, my long blonde hair falling down around my shoulders, I realised I looked like hell. I hadn’t slept for nights on end and my green eyes were bloodshot. Acting as intuitive barometers, they would regularly change from hazel to emerald green, depending on how connected I was to Spirit. I looked terrible. Okay, it was time for me to white light myself.

Arch Angel Michael, please put white light around me and protect me.

That is enough! I am only going to the pub for dinner! What could possibly go wrong? All sorts of things, I thought. My friend and I were going in my car so there would be no problems getting home, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. It was awful. Come on Spirit, help me out here! In hindsight, I was ignoring the messages and I just carried on getting ready. The closer I came to being ready, the stronger the underlying feeling of dread became. All of a sudden, pains in my stomach had me running to the bathroom. I was feeling so sick, with a vivid green diarrhoea, a toxic warning expelling from my body. I hadn’t eaten anything green all day. I still can’t even think of any food that is that colour. I just didn’t understand what was happening to me.

I sent my friend a text, telling him I wasn’t feeling very well. His reply was for me to, ‘Harden up.’ As a chronic people pleaser, I had my cup of concrete and hardened up, ignoring how sick and anxious I felt and went off to collect him. As we drove into town, I told him of the feelings I had of impending doom and confirmed with him that it was just a quick dinner then I would be going home. I certainly wasn’t going to be drinking all night and leaving my brand-new car in town.

It was just an ordinary dinner in an ordinary pub, nothing whatsoever out of the ordinary. I had two drinks with my favourite meal there of crumbed scallops. Everything felt okay, I was in control. I’ve got this Spirit! The meal went off without a hitch and I only had to run to the bathroom once. Just as we finished and were walking out, we bumped into a few friends. They asked us to stay and have a few drinks. I declined but my friend decided to have just one. That was okay, I thought he could have just that one drink while I chat. Instead, he had that one and another and another after that. They kept insisting I have a drink while I kept insisting I wouldn’t, explaining how I felt something bad would happen, how I didn’t want to leave my car in town, how we only came into town for dinner. Looking back, they didn’t hear a word I said!

When the next round of drinks came, there was, of course, one for me, a Southern Comfort and coke. I do love a Southern, and the group was egging me on, so I took the drink and really enjoyed it. I was promised that we would get a taxi home and my friend would bring me back first thing in the morning to pick up my car. By then, my gut feeling was starting to disappear, so maybe I was just paranoid. Then again maybe it was the alcohol kicking in.

Winter in Launceston, Tasmania is bitterly cold; everybody tends to hibernate and not many people are out and about late at night. So when asked if I was ready to go, I jumped at the chance and we were home long before midnight. With that early night behind us, we were both awake Sunday morning and I was itching to get to my car. It was the first brand new vehicle I had ever owned, and to me, that was pretty special. So as we jumped in my friend’s old car, with the interior covered in unpleasant dog hair, all I could think about was my own beautiful, pristine car. The whole way into town, about a fifteen-minute drive, I was thinking, I hope my car is alright, I hope my car is fine. When we were just a street away, I finally spoke aloud, I hope my car is okay.

We drove around the corner and my mouth dropped open as I saw my car. Not in its original parking spot, but about two spaces up and absolutely smashed in. Oh my God, my new car! "Spirit tried to warn me, I need to listen to myself. I knew something was going to happen and I didn’t listen. We got out and walked towards my car. It felt like I wasn’t even walking on the ground. My car was not drivable, I would need a tow truck. I even pooed green," I said.

The slaps from the universe rocked my world. I knew the slaps were getting harder and heavier. For one, they didn’t want me to drink, and two, they were trying to warn me in so many different ways and I just didn’t listen. I was given free will and two paths to take and I chose to take the path that wasn’t for my highest good. Ten thousand dollars later my car was fixed. Sure, I had insurance, but that didn’t help my ego. The lessons kept coming for a little while, until I passed the line, drawn in the sand, that I couldn’t come back from. And I would never be the same again.

Listen to your gut feelings, it’s your spiritual GPS.

THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY (SORT OF)

When you live a life like mine, that seems full of dramas and disasters and you are the only one in your family that is into spirituality and all things clairvoyant, you sort of feel like the odd one out. I felt like I was the hippie of the family and my real persona was never really shown to the outside world. As Linda, I was my parent’s daughter. As Willow, I could be my true self, using my gifts and learning about all things spiritual including Reiki healing, psychic abilities and oracle cards. When I was just Linda, I put my walls up and showed the world what it wanted to see, but it was all bravado. I showed them the things I had picked up from family conditioning, what the adults around me conveyed as normal. Oh, I could drink and was so proud of my partying skills. I was never the promiscuous type, but I could keep up with the best of them. What was I trying so hard to hide? The anxiety I felt before going anywhere I masked by drinking or smoking dope during my adolescence years. Only a very few saw my internal struggles to escape the life that was plaguing me and find a better way of living.

Holly was the moving force for me to alter my life. With Holly came my determination to move forward in a different direction. She was my miracle child. I was only twenty-two when I was told that I would never conceive due to endometriosis. Holly was born two years later, premature by three weeks on Hallows’ Eve. A ray of sunshine had come into my life and she was, without a doubt, the best thing that came out of my twelve-year relationship with her father. She is the best thing I have ever done in my life. As volatile as our little family unit was back then, we also partied hard, lived fast and made some lifelong friends I still cherish today. I practised Reiki on Holly from about six years onwards and it was pretty cool to read her a bedtime story, while doing Reiki on her, and watch as she drifted off to sleep. She would say in the morning that it felt like my hands were still on her. What a beautiful thought, to be a clear channel of unconditional love going straight into my Holly.

I was still playing the victim, still self-sabotaging through gambling and occasional binge drinking, but I was also still moving forward spiritually. I was learning more and more and trying to make positive changes in our lives. But I always felt alone in the world. Even when I was around other people, I felt alone. It was the strangest feeling; it was like I wasn’t from here. There was a big gaping hole in me that nothing would fill. Externally anyway! I had a lot of oracle, tarot and playing cards and had been using them since I was a teenager. I always had a connection to Arch Angel Michael and all of the Ascended Masters.

Ascended Masters are those who have mastered themselves in human life forms. Ascended Masters come from all walks of life and all have their own gift or support system that you can access. They help by both empowering and showing you how to lead the purposeful life you are here on Earth for. Mother Mary and Quan Yin are compassionate in a soft and unconditional loving way. Their energy is just so delicate and caring. Hilarion is like Arch Angel Raphael, they are the healers and health workers. Merlin has been with me since a very young age. I have so many favourites and so many special memories with each. What I love best is how geographically spread they are, all from different parts of the world. So, each sacred place I have visited I have been able to connect back to an Ascended Master. I always call upon them three times to connect with them.

I discovered that everything happened in threes, including the Ascended Masters number and the witches’ rule of three. Thirty-three is also known as the Christ consciousness number, and to bring the energy in, you just say, I invoke thirty-three. So close your eyes and sit in that energy anytime you need to. All my readings back then centred on when The One was coming, even readings done for myself. I didn’t realise back then, I expected a man to make me happy and wasn’t aware I had to make myself happy first. Merlin was my favourite Ascended Master. I just loved the witch side of me and everything that went with it. The oils, the candles and the knowledge within me that was growing. I even read Lillian Too’s Feng Shui books to help me with placement. I was willing to try anything to help me on my journey.

Back then, the full moon really affected my behaviour. Every full moon I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, out would come the bourbon and up would go the music. I was so hyper and didn’t know why or even how to work with the moon cycle, let alone use the forces of nature to empower myself and manifest with. So yes, I was a bit of a wild child. My friend Penny still introduces me as her wild friend Linda. Feeling free was the way I chose to feel.

I grew lots of herbs, made my own tinctures and oils and enjoyed playing around with herbal medicine. I wasn’t very good at it but if Holly was ever sunburnt I used aloe vera to help her. Once Holly’s father was bitten on the ankle by a tiger leech down at the dam. He came up the hill in great pain, swollen and bruised from ankle to knee. I took out my Complete Medicinal Herbal book and decided to treat him myself. After all, I sort of knew what each herb was used for.

Into the bath with ya! I said. Out came a stocking and after cutting the bottom off, I loaded it up with rosemary and tied a knot into it and threw it into the running bath water. I thought it might be better to make it a hot bath, in order to get the oil to soak through the stocking. Rosemary is a carminative and antiseptic, so I knew it would be a great help. Feeling quite happy with myself, I helped him into the bath and left the room. What I didn’t know then was a carminative was meant to relieve flatulence, not just calm somebody down!

About twenty minutes later, after fiddling around in the kitchen, I noticed that I hadn’t heard anything from the bathroom, no sounds of sloshing water, nothing. Thinking I had better check, I opened the door to see him lying in the bath, not moving but sweating profusely. Shit! I thought, I’ve killed him! Thankfully he was conscious, with his eyes rolling around in his head a little.

Um, better just go and check the Medicinal Herbal book again, be back in a sec. So I started to read the rest of the paragraph… oops also promotes sweating! I hopped back into the bathroom, and grimaced, Well, rosemary promotes sweating, so I probably should have used sage as it’s an antiseptic and a coolant. Then I left really quickly!

So, I was two marriages down, (and no I didn’t poison them) still learning spiritual ways, reading and researching, doing courses and conducting readings for people. I was becoming more and more spiritually minded as I attained my Reiki Certifications, completed two separate ten-week Louise Hay courses and was learning from many spiritual teachers. I have been so lucky that each spiritual teacher has shown up just as I was ready for them. Talk about divine timing! You learn as much as you can with each teacher, then you must move on to the next. Each thing I have ever learnt has been taught by different teachers. It helps to think outside the box and to have unlimited thinking. If I learnt from only one person, then that is all that I would ever know! Spirit doesn’t need an identical replica of my teacher. Spirit needed me to learn from many so that the knowledge I learnt could then morph into what it needed to be for me. Now people who resonate with me can find me!

I was still gambling a lot, not drinking much, but in a long-term relationship with Mr Right Now that was not a good one. Life was still a struggle and my mum had passed away. I had injured myself, and I kept getting sick. By this time, Holly was a young adult and like many mothers and teenage daughters do, we clashed. Looking back, I was blessed though as she was a good girl and she didn’t really do anything wrong. But life then just seemed like a total mess. Nothing was flowing. Just before Holly moved out, her last night home with me, she sat down and said, These are the things I have done wrong.

At the time I thought, Holly, my miracle child, what is she going to tell me? Crap, okay, deep breath in. I let it out with a big sigh. Apart from the normal mother and daughter arguments, like arguing over clothes and make-up, Holly and I were ok. We had a bit of a hurdle when my mum passed as Holly and her Nan had a special relationship. That came from when her father and I separated, and his side of the family dropped away. My Mum and Dad decided they would make up for that and be the extra family in Holly’s life and I loved them for it.

Okay, kid, what have you done?

Well, you know when we lived at West Launceston?

Yes.

Well, I used to climb out of the bedroom window at night and meet Adam!

"Your bedroom was on the