It is so hot here that, when I walked into my darkened office this morning, I could see the reflection of the heat waves shimmering on the wall which is fifty feet from the front door. The sunlight spills through the solid glass door and reflects off windshields and sidewalks. It cast the reflection all the way to the back room where the wall appeared to be alive.
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I remember going to California as a child and feeling surprised that everything was so grey. The ocean appeared grey. The sky was grey - even when there were no clouds. It was such a contrast from the crystalline blue skies of my home.
Now, when I wake up and venture across the valley, I start up high enough that I am reminded, every day, of just how out of control the Utah population is. The skies are no longer blue and correct me if I'm wrong, but it can't be healthy to be breathing in the schmultz that is hanging in the air now. There is an actual visible layer of the gunk gripping the valley every single day now.
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I am an energy worker. Because of that, I find that I get "messages" in some of the strangest places. My latest comes from the fictional vampire hunter novel, Obsidian Butterfly by Laurell K. Hamilton, I am reading and is the answer to a lot of the questions I have had about some of my newest clients. While I realize this book is fictional, I also understand that I get my messages from many different sources and I trust my body to know the truth. When I got chivels, I sat up and paid attention.
The main character said, "I'm saying that psychic ability can masquerade as mental illness. I know ghost hunters that hear the voices of the dead like whispers in their ears, one of the clasic symptoms of psycophernia. Empaths, people who draw impressions from other people, can be depressed because they're surrounded by depressed people, and they don't know how to shield themselves. Really strong clairvoints can spend their lives getting visions from everything they touch, unable to turn it off, again seeing things that aren't there. Psycophernia. Demonic possession can mask itself as a multiple personality. I could give you examples for the next hour matching mental illness with different types of power."
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I love the song Viva La Vida by Cold Play. The strings that back the singers knocks me out and gives me chivels.
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I love the work I do in my healing space. I love the talents I have been blessed with. I feel happy to be alive.
Today is a beautiful day.
6 comments:
When you say California was gray, what part were you visiting? If it was SoCal, it was smog. If it was NorCal, it was fog. Fog is the best! Smog sucks! And Utah's smog problem is one of the worst I've seen anywhere. I remembering flying into SLC in March 2007 for my grandfather's funeral and being stunned by how smutty the air was. My memories of growing up in Provo and Orem were most bright, blue skies.
When you grow up in smog you don't realize the effect it has on your lungs. I remember being in the seventh grade and my lungs hurting after PE.
I'm with Tewkes, there is something about fog that totally rocks. The air is often so warm and heavy with moisture. A Redwood in northern California can take in 500 gallons of water from the fog.
Not knowing my California geography, I have no idea whether we were north or south. We were in Anaheim going to Disney and I am thinking that is probably in SoCal because it was the dirtiest air I had ever experienced. Life here in Utah, when I was a child, was indeedc "sunny and bright" in oh so many ways, I thought. It took me until I was in my 20s before I realized what an alternate universe it truly was.
And, C, that's interesting you say that about your lungs hurting after PE. My daughter complains about that all the time and I was just thinking she was being a wimp. Perhaps I need to adjust my thinking.
Disneyland is in Southern Cal, I grew up about 25 minutes from there.
You figure I grew up in the late 60s / early 70s in SoCal, it got to where they would hold us in on occasion...like a week running because of smog alerts and air quality. 40 an 50 years later it must be just great to breathe down there, so start up that Hummer again folks.
Yes... I imagine it is horrendous. Unless, of course, TinkerBell has waved her magic wand and all is well with the world...
Hey! I was Tinkerbell in my first grade play at Maeser Elementary School in Provo in 1974! If I still had my wand, I'd wave it and clear the air in Utah.
Anaheim is in Orange County, which is in SoCal. SoCal = smog. Plus congestion. You couldn't pay me enough to live in that end of the state. NorCal, OTOH, bee-you-tee-ful. I miss it. Very much.
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