I love channeling messages from angels, spirit guides and people who have passed over, but every now and then, I feel compelled to go all shamanic on my clients. I even broke out the massage table the other night. Clearing energy that has grown or latched onto the soul, or what shamans often see as spirits/entities/parasites, is very often the best antidote to many ailments: malaise, melancholy, depression, indecision, or confusion. Every now and then my departed mentor encourages me to go all Feudal Japan/Cherokee Warrior Princess on the yucky stuff that can linger in the energy field, and lurk about town. One must be deadly serious about sucking out or shaking loose energetic vampires from the body, or they have run of the town. A note to the nefarious: No screwing around with my ancient spirit, thou art powerless against me. Thy dark shadows cast no sweat upon mine brow, ne'er, nor fear within mine eyes. Someone needs to christen with a Buffy Slay It/Don't Spray It inspired moniker. Hook me up with a costume, preferably fleece with gogo boots. You can pay me in gogo boots or barrels of potatoes, I'm like Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman that way. Kind of.
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