How To Blog Whilst Walking The Fine Line Between Sanity & Insanity

moonlight through the trees

The view from karensjointatthetopofthegarden.com

Many of you may wonder why my website address has the name Karen in it. 

Many moons ago I was once known as Karen. After a huge mental health crisis which almost took my life, a new name change came about. 

I was no longer Barren Karen, and I morphed overnight into Blogging Betty. 

Unfortunately before the morph took place, our website had already been established. 

Changing the name of a domain etc is just not worth the hassle, so in loving memory of our dearly departed Karen, the name will stay. 

As most of you are aware I have severe mental illnesses, and spend a lot of time healing my fractured mind, by doing any kind of therapy that I can think of.

baking therapy…one of my many therapies. galaxy chocolate chunk cookies with ice cold milk for dunking.

I am currently sitting in the joint at the top of the garden doing some of my other therapies.

I’ve got one hand on my MacBook and the other one is smoking a reefer. 

It’s dark and cold outside, but it’s so quiet, comfy and peaceful up here. I now have electricity and heat, which is a welcome bonus now that its way below zero, and the middle of December. The only sound I can hear is the odd hoot from a Tawny owl looking for his supper.

taken in my garden last week, the unique ice crystals on fallen leaves

I am sitting here meditating, trying to get out of my own way, so that I can blog tonight. 

I love Blogging. 

Yes I found it late in life, but better late than never, as my old grandad used to say. 

Unfortunately because I found it later in life, and because my mental health issues get in the way, I often find myself wondering if I will ever become a top blogger. 

I’ve been blogging now for around 6 months. In that 6 months I have learned a lot. Not only about blogging, but about myself. 

Being on so many different journeys at once is amazing. 

A journey of self discovery,  a spiritual journey, healing from trauma, self acceptance journey, and my blogging journey all take up most of my time. 

Being an Autistic single parent at the ripe old age of 50, to a 15 year old son who also has Autism with severe Anxiety, and Tourette’s Syndrome, takes up a fair bit of my time too. 

Does this mean I don’t have the time to be a top Blogger ? 

How much time do you need to spend on your blog to be a top Blogger ? 

Since I started blogging I have been following a few top bloggers, but finally found my soul mate in Ryan Biddulph. 

He doesn’t know we’re soul mates, but I do and that’s all that counts. 

Apart from the fact he’s a very handsome chap, he gives out fantastic advice, and if I had more hours in the day I’m sure I would be a top earning blogger just like him by now. 

So as I sit here wondering where I can find the extra hours to follow Ryan Biddulph’s advice, I realise that I am already doing it. Because those of us who walk that fine line between sanity and insanity are juggling so many balls at once, the fact that every time they even publish a blog it’s a huge achievement. 

doesn’t mention that it helps with blogging, but ill try anything… my new daily multivitamin for over 50’s not sure whether to laugh or cry…

Little steps on this journey we call life. 

keep on keeping on… ‘All Bloggers Rock’ love Betty x

What Google Doesn’t Tell You About Books, Dandelions, Prophecy and Controversy

A few months ago, quite by chance I connected with a lady called Joan Hughes. As soon as I connected with Joan, I felt as though I knew her. 

I live in the UK, and Joan is from New York. Joan told how she had recently published her first ever novel, and it was then that I had a vision that her book would become a best seller.

I told Joan this before purchasing her book, and then requested a signed copy if she wouldn’t mind. 

I have never asked for a signed copy of any book, and being a book lover I have read many. 

After explaining that I was psychic, and that our energies had connected to bring her a message or a sign that she was on the right path. she took it all in her stride.

Joan had to purchase her own book from Amazon, then she had to pay extortionate postage fees to ship the book to the UK. 

All of this at a virtual strangers request. 

I received my book Growing Only Dandelions, with a beautiful inscription from Joan, and I was not disappointed, my opinion remained the same, it would become a bestseller. 

I have watched over the months as Joan promotes her book, she has been very proactive in getting her voice heard above the noise in many places and especially on Facebook. 

A few weeks ago I noticed a post from Joan saying that she had been banned from sharing, or even participating in an Facebook book club group, because of her controversial novel. 

I couldn’t understand why it was deemed to be controversial, and Joan told me that the explanation from the admin of the group, was that because the word ‘God’ was used too many times in her story, and religion can be controversial. 

Correct me if I’m wrong but when was the word God deemed controversial ? I felt very strongly that Joan’s book was being hidden from view by certain influential online groups.

Joan’s book has a wonderful story, it touched my heart, and is touching the heart and spirit of most who read it. 

Today Joan and I received another sign or Message that things are still on track. 

I posted a cheque off to Joan a few weeks ago, to reimburse her any costs involved for my the purchase of my signed copy. 

Today I had a message from Joan saying that she had received her cheque, she was gobsmacked at the amount, and did I know the significance of the number 3, or how symbolic it was to her book?

I may be psychic, but I’m not that good, I replied that no, I had no idea of the significance of the number 3 for her or her book. 

I had forgotten the amount that the cheque was for, I just converted the $42 that she had paid in the US, with the UK exchange rate, and it came in at £33. 

However for Joan it didn’t end there, as she was relaying the incident to her sons girlfriend, who also aware of the significance of 3, she had her own sign, when her battery was showing at 33 %. 

They say signs always come in three’s, Joan’s third sign was pointed out to her by her husband, it was right behind her written on the wall.

The story in Joan’s own words.

Joan informs me that she had written this number all the way through her book, 3, three,  third, as her way of blessing the book. 

I hadn’t noticed when I read it, but I will be sure to notice it the next time I do.

Signs are all around us, it is whether we choose to notice them or not that makes the difference. I believe that Growing  only Dandelions is meant to be read by all. 

One other sign for me came when I found out that Joan is also the founder of JT’s Law. 

It was set up to honour the memory of her Godson JT who died after a choking tragedy. 

What Joan doesn’t know is that I have a severe phobia of children choking. I can’t even be around children eating without panicking. I developed this phobia after watching my then 6 year old baby brother, almost choking to death on a boiled sweet. I myself was only 8 years old at the time, and the memory still haunts me to this day.

Finding out that Joan is a crusader in  child choking prevention, is also a sign to me that we are connected on a very  spiritual level. 

Bon voyage Joan… until we meet again 💕 love Betty x

What The World Would be like if The Darkest Nights Of The Soul Didn’t Exist

3 months ago I experienced what I can now call ‘the darkest nights of my soul.’

Having suffered Severe Depression for most of my life, and having several close calls with suicidal ideation, the inevitable happened. I finally came as close as I could do to death, without actually physically dying. 

My soul was dead, in its place was only darkness. The blackest black you could ever imagine. There was just complete nothingness.. no feelings, no thoughts, no light. No reason left to live. 

I cried out for help, luckily the Samaritans answered my cry. 

They kept me going for a few days, until the strangest thing happened. 

I’ve always known spirituality, and embraced it. even that had provided little comforting the darkness, until suddenly I was shown the ‘light’ at the end of the tunnel. 

My Brother, who committed suicide 20 years ago, showed me the way, and as my eyes began to fully open, I found my reason for being here, my reason for living, and my true path. 

I believe that this is my final spiritual journey. I believe that people who suffer from depression, are actually light workers, who are unaware of their purpose in life. 

They don’t fit in, they feel as though their lives have no meaning. This is because they have lived so long  in the grips of their depression, they do not know any other way to live. 

These people are usually the kindest, most selfless people that you can meet. 

You very rarely find selfish people suffering from depression, this is because they only look after number 1, therefore their path will be an easy one. 

I have found that many people who suffer with depression, will usually have spent most of their lives putting others first. 

So what would the world be like if the darkest night of the soul didn’t exist ?

It would be full of people who would never be able to truly see the light. Full of selfish people, who will never be able to put others first.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. 

I found my way out of the darkness of depression, and into a brand new light, full of happiness, joy, and self love. It can be done, but only you can find the way. 

My Healing thoughts go out to each and every one of you, who may have experienced ‘the darkest nights of the soul,’ it is the most painful experience imaginable, you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy. 

But take a step back, and realise how strong you really are for even being alive, life is hard for us all, but for people who suffer from depression, it can be just too hard for one soul to cope with, on top of everyday demands.

I feel like the luckiest person alive, because I went through it, and have come out the other side, as a completely new person. 

I may still have other severe mental health problems that will never go away, but the worst one of all is depression, I won’t be sorry that it has gone. 

Look after yourself, if anybody reading this is going through severe depression right now, please feel free to message me, I always try to reply to as many people as I can. 

One day my words may save a life..

Love Betty x 

The Oddest Place You will Find Natural Born Healers.

me with my two youngest grandbabies…

The oddest place you will find natural born healers is on social media of course… or at the top of the garden playing with their grandchildren, or meditating.

I am a natural born healer, I have known this for centuries, recognised it for most of my life, and finally accepted it as my destiny quite recently.

Natural born healers often find out quite by chance as I did, after a near death experience.

There have been so many signs over the years, signs that I have chosen to ignore, I felt that I was different enough from society without having to deal with psychic abilities too.

I was born dead, I have Autism, as well as many other mental health disorders. I thought that was different enough for one lifetime. 

I believe in reincarnation. I know that I was once an Indian Shaman in a previous life, and this is where my inherent healing abilities originate. 

I was told a few years ago by a psychic medium myself, that this was going to happen, but as usual chose to ignore his predictions, as they scared me.

It could have been the fact that this man could not stop touching me, he was really embarrassed about it too. 

I asked him “do you normally touch people when you are doing readings ?’ and he replied “no never”. The poor man couldn’t stop apologising, but he obviously knew more than I did, and was getting his healing fix. 

Everybody is born with the ability to heal, but it isn’t practiced enough now in this new world, where there is a pill for every ill . 

Years ago, way before doctors and pills were even a twinkle in the sky, every village had their healer. 

Whether it was the Witch who sold potions, or the shaman shaking a chicken around, each and every village or tribe, had a healer. 

Where did they all go ? 

Well they didn’t actually go anywhere, we are still here, in the shape of alternative healing practitioners, from Reiki to acupuncture. Unfortunately most people tend to use these as a last resort, once all prescription medicines have failed. 

Because people cannot see psychic healing taking place, they haven’t swallowed a pill, or been injected with anything, they don’t believe it could be possible.

Therein lies the problem.

People now believe that there is a magic pill for everything.

 

The power of our brains and bodies, are far wider that the general population believe is true.

All it takes is a Belief in something bigger than yourself, to heal.

You can heal yourself, you just have to believe.

Love Betty x 

Why Cannabis and Spirituality Will Change Your life.

A few months ago my life almost ended. I was suicidal, and close to the edge.

I started using cannabis to control my mental health issues, and 

suddenly I found myself on a completely different journey.

My own Spiritual Path. 

Gone were my demons, and in their place were spiritual helpers.

I have always been spiritual, but had become so bogged down in my depression and anxiety that I could not find my way home.

Cannabis has allowed me to relax, to release my demons. It has allowed me to calm my mind. It has allowed me to be able to meditate for the first time since I was a small child, when I used to do it without even knowing that this is what I was doing, or the reasons behind it.

Meditation has allowed me to find myself again, and to be at peace for the first time in my life.

Cannabis and spirituality combined have been my ticket to happiness. 

I am so pleased that I finally got the golden ticket.

Im like a kid in a sweet shop, and I have never been happier.. love Betty x