I find the scene in Tolkien's RETURN OF THE KING, where Aragorn is lookin into the Palantir (the scene is much more intense in the books)...he makes himself known by The Enemy and The Enemy in turn has a connection with him. That's how it is with the supernatural.
I often tell people to stop toying with gems and stones, as spirits love hiding in those. Whenever i go into hippy type shops i get a massive headache, one because of the concentration of unfocused energies radiating off these fcked up Feng shui set ups, and two cuz them spirits in those gems are living it up. In the recent years i have seen freedom fighters that i've personally known market themselves as healers....true healers do not make themselves known especially in a dark time like this....they work silently, helping any and all out of sight, out of mind.
I call these prophets for profit.
I know you do not like any messenger apps, but i would wholesomely recommend you and look into SimpleX chat. A very secure messenger app that requires no kyc at all. No email, no phone number. If you do decide to make an account, please send me a email via jinofspades@tutanota.com with your userlink. I am more inclined in talkin about my plans for extricating the system, which i have been working on for the last few years, over there rather in open public.
But thanks for reaching out. I do miss the South. I have not visited the south in a while. That's where true England is. I am lookin to do some wild camping this year, so may let you know whats happening.
Cause and effect is the thing to align with, and if we can live on goodwill as my friend always reminds me, then where is the cause of fear? If it's our time to go, it's our time to go. If it is true that we not survive this dark tide, so be it. I submit myself to karma, knowing that i can track the progress of my karmatic trajectory with the arts of Bazi and Yijing, yet knowing full well that the path laid out to me must be traversed.
Ain't goin out like a punk never!
RE: Modern Day (Western) Shaman's, Lining Their Pockets