19 April, 2026

I’m not here to advertise. 

I’m here to share.

And you’ll either find your way here…..

Or not.

I have exceptional things happen to me most days –

Conversations with truly interesting, enlightened folk.

There are circumstances and occurrences that don’t

And probably won’t , happen to others.

I feel lucky for this.

Do I post about it?

NO

Does that mean it’s not worthy?

NO

It simply means

I’m human first.

And the social media space isn’t an extension of me –

It’s external to me.

I love it.

It brings me a whole bunch of fun, a lot of the time.

But it’s not natural to me to post consistently.

It is, however, natural to me to share.

Maybe not this stuff.

Cause for a long time,

I kept it to myself.

I chose my audience very carefully.

So I’d like to feed this aspect of myself a little more…..

If it’s a “feeding the greater good” kinda thing for me to do. 

I want to be present.

In regard to posting.

I want to do it unfiltered.

I often have a thought /a conversation/ a nudge….

And think, yeah, that would be good to share.

Then don’t.

Cause I allow the white noise to get in the way.

I delay….

And then I don’t do it at all.

I’m going to work on that.

I can’t count the many times I’ve been here before –

Well, the point just before this, really.

Cause today is different.

There’s now.

And in my “Now”

I see it like “This”

ALL “the socials”

Are the modern version of advertising.

The Yellow Pages phone book directory.

The newspaper ad.

The billboard.

The letterbox flyer.

The cinema advert.

The door to door salesperson.

The multi level marketing meeting….

Etc., Etc.

And I post randomly

In spurts

Cause I get here and think:

“Why bother”

“I really don’t have the energy”

“I don’t care”

“I’m truly not invested in how many people stopped or scrolled past me”

( What’s THAT about, in any universe? )

Because…..

The numbers don’t reflect my worth.

Or give value to what I share.

Only you can do that

By finding it interesting, enjoyable, enlightening.

The algorithm doesn’t reward unless you play it’s game.

It’s extremely time consuming.

( YES! it is, to all those who insist otherwise, with all your apps and AI automated assistance.)

( And just for the record…. there are flaws…. and if you bothered to proofread or fact-check, you’d see it.)

I’m simply here cause at some point,

I thought I had to be.

It was expressed as the new norm

I’m only in this

To be me.

And part of “Being Me”

Is…

Doing this

Meaning mediumship and channelling.

It lights me up.

I feel connected to life – and all that exists beyond it.

I enjoy being of service.

I love the gift I have.

I’m addicted to exploring how to expand and grow it.

It brings me joy.

I’m not “on sale.”

I’m not a weekly, monthly or yearly target.

I’m not even a consumable.

Hopefully… I’m “a relatable”

I’m human.

I’m flawed.

I’m emotional.

I’m weird, even.

So if I’m something to show up on socials

I want to be a someone.

And the only “someone” I can be…

IS ME

(everyone else is taken…)

I believe – truly, madly, deeply – 

in the magic.

The outrageousness of synchronicity.

And the value

Of Just Being.

Join me.

Don’t join me.

Seek me out.

Stumble across me.

It matters not.

Beause it’s all an experiment –

NOT for the sake of the results.

But for the sake of connecting with it happening.

The seeking.

The “aha” moments.

The connection with the sheer enjoyment of who you are…

Who you might become.

I can only share with you 

As myself,

From my perspective.

I can’t make you

I won’t force you

I’m not in charge/control/or even my right mind most of the time.

I’m just me

And I’m calm/happy/engaged/curious.

Anything you see here

Is simply me being excited about something 

that happened through me.

So excited, 

I want to offer you the same chance at connecting with it.

My greatest cohorts?

They aren’t the ones reading my posts.

They write them.

They create them.

And enlighten me.

They share with me –

So that I may share with you.

They range from off world beings 

To long dead individuals…

The recent loved ones I treasured when they were here.

The relatives I never met, let alone knew.

Most I’ve never encountered till they dropped into my awareness.

Some I knew of, as history tells…

But get to meet them on their own terms

With their own stories and telling of their lives.

I do this now

In the hope

That me being me

Might help

You being you.

Much love

Kate