This isn’t strictly spiritual, but my own experiences suggest to me that there definitely is some inexplicable emotional/psychic link to those we love. As an RAF pilot my father was often away for weeks on end night flying from Cyprus and other stations. I always knew when he was coming home. There was no word beforehand, no subtle change in my mother’s behaviour that I might have picked up on as she didn’t know when he was coming home either. He would simply appear. I still occasionally have a vague sense of ‘knowing’ that something unpleasant is happening to one of my dc/
Dgc. Odd to say the least.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Do you still have all your own teeth?