David

DAVID,
MY INSPIRATIONAL AND SPIRITUAL MENTOR.
David Scott Linsen, my first-born child, was special from the first day he came to be among us.
He was born in 1963, 2 years after we were married, in the Sydney suburb of Kirrawee.
I remember these joyful days so well, because we walked him everywhere in his pram and showed him off to people, as we were so proud.
When he was one and a bit-years old and started to walk and play and became a little boy, he was such a delight to be with. He played on the back veranda often by himself and kept himself busy for ages. He loved his tricycle (dinky) and also the garden hose. I remember the times when we played games with turning the hose on and off as he was holding the end. He was wondering where the water came from in small spurts, as I turned on the tap at the other end in short bursts. He would really laugh and thought it to be so funny.
He loved the garden and played with the chickens at the top of the garden, where they were in a large yard. Gathering the eggs was one of his favourite things. He carried them ever so carefully in a basket down the garden paths and steps, made with rocks gathered from the land itself.
He always slept very peacefully and very seldom woke up during his naps or at night.
He was PEACE HIMSELF!  This was something we did not realise of course at the time, as he was our first child and we did not know what a child was like at this age.
It was certainly a beautiful thing to experience and we had 4 more children after him.
Somehow, he was different and showed that in many ways. He was a loving child, a good child and was a very peaceful little fellow
I should be careful, as to how I am going to say this here, but the difference between David and the other children was quite amazing. They were all fine children and I love them all equally, but the peace David was expressing, did not happen quite the same way from the other ones so much. We only learned that, when they grew up of course and we had time to observe these differences. Afterall, we are all different and grow differently.
David also was a typical FIRST child. He cared for the others in a very special manner and protected them with his gentle ways as a big/eldest brother.
I remember my eldest brother, who also did that in his way, but to compare the two, the difference was so vast. My eldest brother Harry, was a big lad and he ruled over us more or less with his physical power and he scared away any nasty people/children with his powerful, physical strength. I was one of 6 boys myself and we had this little “troop”.
During the years of WW2, children had little to occupy themselves with, except play war games with other children and so we would have snow fights, and have our own wall, made of snow, from where we would throw snow balls as projectiles to other kids from down the street.
Harry was always the Captain and gave the orders. We as his sub-ordinates, followed his commands and we as his little soldiers, were always protected by him.
Here is the difference between Harry and David. David did his protecting in a peaceful way and always managed to get the job done beautifully without any physical means.
Peace was his weapon.
As David’s life went on as a normal child, he projected this peace in the community. He always had friends, young and old and everyone felt his special love and closeness. His spiritual life was so high, something I only realised later.
I know now “he was my mentor” at his young age. I am now 90 and when David departed from here, he was only 13.
He was born to be a spiritual leader, even if it was only for a short period of time.
Just to reiterate on his further life, in 1974, when he was only 10, he contracted leukemia, a type which could have killed him in 2 days.
I remember the morning I sensed there was something wrong. After he woke up, his duty for the week was to feed and water the chickens every morning before school. The children took these varied duties around the house in turn, as children did in those days.
This particular morning, he came into my dispensary to get the chicken feed and as he walked outside, he sat down on a little brick wall just outside the clinic and he looked tired. I went up to him and said:” Why are you sitting down David?” His answer was short and sweet:” I am so tired Daddy.”
So, I took him by the hand and we walked down to the chickens’ cage, where again he sat down, this time in the grass, something very unusual for him, as he was always active.
I fed the chickens and took him into my clinic and checked him over and realised that he was very anaemic.
I took him upstairs and told his mother what I had found. We decided straight away to have his blood examined and called a doctor for an urgent appointment on this morning. He saw him straight away.
The doctor took a blood sample and I took this into the hospital in Lismore myself, as to be sure it got there as soon as possible and safely.
As you can see, we had moved to the North Coast of NSW by this time, where I started my Clinic as an Osteopath/Chiropractor.
Within a few hours, we got a phone call from the specialist to say, that it was imperative David should be seen immediately and for me to drive fast and safely, as they were waiting for him outside the emergency department of the hospital, which was 21 km away.
He was admitted immediately and as soon he was ‘all wired up and having tubes coming from everywhere’, being fed on glucose via a drip etc. etc., I asked the specialist what was happening. He revealed to me that he had been in touch with the Mayo Clinic in the USA and found out that he had leukemia and he could die within 2 days. The specialist himself had a son a few years before, with the same symptoms and took him to the USA. His son did die there.
The drugs he was given, should delay matters for 10 days, if he was strong enough.
At this time my wife was expecting our last child, which was due in about 3 days.
I told the specialist this and he folded his hands in front of his face, wondering what we could tell her, maybe with a little ‘white lie’ or something, to soften the blow.
He suggested to tell my wife that David had a blood disorder and they were monitoring him for that.
The next day my wife and I went into the hospital to see him and by that time she had worked out that he had leukemia. My wife was a Radiographer and had access to medical books.
Anyway, he survived these 10 days and came home to be given drugs every day by the local doctor.  Soon after, he was also given radiation treatment and when he settled down at home again, we worked very hard on his and our diet.
Everything he and all of us ate was organically grown, freshly prepared for every meal; freshly ground seeds and grains for bread and other bakes, good clean water to drink and NO take-away or shop-bought foods of course, something we were not eating anyway.
Luckily, we were growing a few food items ourselves at the time and we had a good network of people, who had more vegetables and fruits for us to buy.
After about 3 months caring for him and me keeping an eye on him daily, he was declared free from his disease and from that time on, he was monitored on a regular basis, just in case things went bad again.
For the next 3 years, keeping up the dietary regime and looking after him, everything went well, till one day I was observing him, while he was watching ‘Playschool’ on TV. He was looking sideways instead of straight ahead. This was not right as far as I was concerned and we made an appointment with the specialist straight away, who found out that David had grown a massive tumour, the size of a tennis ball, in the cerebellum (back of the brain) and this was not operable or curable in those days.
What a shock we got to hear that and indeed, 3 months later his little body succumbed to this and passed over.
Fortunately, he was at home and we were all able to make him comfortable and let him know we loved him.
This was the biggest shock I ever had in my life, especially as he was doing so well.
He had gone back to school again and was so happy. He grew back his hair after the above treatments made it fall out and it was so beautiful; wavy and a very pretty blond colour instead of very straight hair he had before. He was a good-looking lad.
I miss him till this day, but have accepted the fact that we all must go back to where we came from one day. (A few little tears in his memory).
He visited me many times over the first years in apparitions and I knew when he was around, something that does not happen anymore. Maybe he has another duty to fulfil by now and is busy doing some amazing things for others. But I know he is well and happy.
 
The legacy he left behind.
He died in 1977.
At this stage we had bought a farm in Meerschaum Vale, to grow much of the fruits and vegetables we would like to eat. This ‘block’ was run down pretty well. It had grown peanuts and in the latter years it was part of a larger farm, grazed by cattle.
It needed a lot of attention and the first thing I did was plough up the front paddock and leave it to fallow for 12 months. My intention was to clean the place up and re-do the fences as they were not in the right place and divide the farm up into smaller areas so that in the future, I could graze goats for milking and other goats for wool.
Unfortunately, during this time of working hard, I turned the tractor over on top of myself and was badly injured. I managed to drive the 20 km. home in my automatic vehicle, but that was it for a good long time. I could not move some days, but I did not break a bone, although many muscles were torn and I was feeling pretty awful.   
I had so much faith in my GOD, that after many months of being in pain, I prayed sincerely about an outcome in the end. I asked if I was to be healed in due time and that would mean I was to continue with the plan on the farm and if not, I would accept His decision and I would remain a cripple for the rest of my life and accept that as well.
This prayer was held on a Friday night, as I was about to go to sleep. When I awoke, I felt amazingly well and had NO pains at all. I shook myself to confirm the feeling and indeed I was feeling great. I told my wife this and I said to her that I was healed and that I wanted to go to the farm and start to work on it again. I had not told her that I had prayed for an answer for my future.
So, the next day, Saturday, I went to the farm with a trailer behind the car, as there was about 5 ton of gravel to be shifted and placed in an area where we were planning to park the caravan to live in for a while, before I could start to build a house.
Two of the boys, 12 and 8 years old, came with me and indeed we shifted the whole lot in about 4 hours, a bit at the time and spread this gravel to level the area.
I felt amazing and had no pains or muscle stiffness, even though I had not done any work for many months. I did not want to do any more work that day, just in case.
When I got home, I told my wife what we had achieved and that I was going to take the 24-foot caravan over the next day. You guessed it:” She told me that I was mad.”
The next day I took the caravan over to the farm and set it up, so we could stay there on weekends to work, saving time, travelling from there to and from home and use that time more efficiently in planning and building.
As soon as the house was sold in East Ballina, we moved to the farm permanently and lived in the caravan. There was no electricity and I changed my car battery over every 2 days, to have 2 little lights available in the van. We had a gas cooker and also used an out-door fire place during the day. Our washing was done the old-fashioned way, by boiling the clothes in a large tin container and so on.
Most of our entertainment were the stars at night and telling many stories. Listening to and observing nature, were also the order of the night, before going to sleep.
The intention was to set this farm up as a self-sufficient place, where we would live together and support one another. The children had a ball, doing things in nature, by building tree houses etc., helping us plant our produce and when it was raining, sliding down a plastic sheet or using their surf board to follow the stream of water coming from the hill behind the future house site.
The next few years I worked very hard, building a goat shed, which comprised of an enclosed area for shelter, milking bails and also a hen house attached.
I built another shed to house the tractor and other machinery and serve as a workshop etc. from second hand materials, gathered in the area. Two water tanks were installed to catch the rain water from these 2 sheds.
During this time, I had pegged out an area, where we would build a house and find out if the angle of the sun etc. would suit us, as we wanted solar power and hot water in the future.
We used a 200 m. roll of  ¾ inch polythene agricultural piping, attached to the water tank which was laid out in the full sun, as a water heater. This worked very well and in fact, we had to use a lot of cold water to make it bearable, as the water was usually much too hot.
Our bath was a zinc tub, often used in the old days for bathing and after 2 children had a bath, we would refresh the water and refill this tub for the next 2 and finally for myself and my wife. There were 6 of us remember.
We bought the milking goats, chickens and were given a sheep. We had a dog, so this was our little farm to start. Soon after that, we also bought 23 feral goats, from which we would eventually breed angora goats. The pure-bred angora buck we bought, was a good buck and he produced all white kids every time from the multi-coloured feral goats. That was a bonus. The breeding program was to eventually have pure bred angoras after 5 generations of breeding. We had to bring in another buck, so we would avoid in-breeding.
These goats were fantastic for clearing the weeds from the hill paddock and that saved me some back-braking-work indeed. The council weed inspector was pleased to see them do such an amazing job. We did not want poisonous sprays on the farm, as we used the bio-dynamic method.
I worked many hours a day starting at 5 am milking my goats, bottling the milk, delivering this milk and the milk from the night before to 3 health food shops in the area, come home, have a shower, get dressed and have breakfast to be in the clinic at 9 am to do a full day’s work till 5 pm.
Then back to the goat shed and do another milking and spend some time with the family having dinner, before going to bed.
On the weekends, my time was divided between building a house, planting trees, setting up irrigation and generally keeping the place tidy; at least as tidy as I could, because there was only so much time to do all these things and the children were still very young and I could not rely on them to do much physical work of course. My wife was helping me whenever she could, as she too was busy looking after the children and being a wife/mother in general.
We planted 5 different varieties of mandarins, 5 varieties of lychees, 60 lime trees, peaches and nectarines in the front paddock and set up a house orchard of all different fruit and nut trees for home use.
All these trees were irrigated and eventually I surrounded the orchard with wind-break trees. The larger ones (upper story) were pine trees and the understory trees were natives, so the little birds had somewhere to shelter and something to eat and stop them from robbing my orchard for food.
The soil on this farm was very fertile and everything grew beautifully and fast. Just a few years and we were selling mandarins at the farm gate at first and later through a distributor in the area
The Department of Agriculture told me that I could not grow lychees there, as there was frost during the winter months of about -4 C. I still wanted to grow them and found a way you might like to know about. I gathered all the smaller rocks (about the size of your head) from the farm hill at the back and spread them under the small lychee trees as a ‘rock mulch’ during the winter months. These rocks would warm up during the day from the sun and release that warmth upwards to stop the frost from settling on the leaves early in the morning. A heat-bank.
This worked very well and since then a few of my friends adopted this method for their frost prone saplings.
David did not see much of the farm, as he passed away, before we actually lived on it
This is David’s story and beyond. His sickness made us aware, that we needed to do as much as possible about our health and also teach my patients to follow suit. Even though we were eating good food, we decided that even better food would not hurt. Using bio-dynamics and organic growing methods became the norm and we had many workshops, educating people how to do this and making it fun at the same time. My children are strong and I myself haven’t seen a doctor for sickness since 1963 for the flu. The method of living in nature, feeding our physical body with nutritious foods and drinks has certainly paid off.
Farming like this, allows you to be at one with nature, becoming more spiritually aware and loving to the whole Universe.
I wish you peace and happiness and remember, your life is in your hands.
Live, the life you love!  SHANTI
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