I’ve been frustrated lately about firming up my psychic fair tours for this summer. Usually I have my itinerary by March.

This year, there has been some tampering by outside agents. Somebody has been calling the venues, posing as the promoters, and cancelling. Also cancelling advertising and accommodations.

I find myself in the unenviable position of not having a schedule. I still don’t have my surgeon’s appointment, and I have a follow-up ultrasound to schedule amongst my travels.

The lovely flat I live in has been sold. We find out June 1 if we have to move. Indications are that we will. Probably in the heat of summer, while I am travelling. If there is a psychic fair tour this year.

I suppose I should consult my trusty oracle on these matters, but really, all I want to do is curl up on the couch with a nice bottle of Chilean red wine. If I weren’t overdrawn, I would so be there.

Those twins I Photoshopped tiaras onto? Apparently, they have peckers. I can make a hundred bang-on predictions, but get one a little off, and whoosh! There goes my confidence. And? I’ve been doing this stuff for 25 years.

Ass Burger Boy missed an important appointment this morning. His anxiety is painting the atmosphere here.

Mercury is retrograde now. I guess I can just kiss that lottery win goodbye. Which is unfortunate, because I would need it for that much-coveted bottle of wine.

And when I hit publish, my site broke. I have made no changes to my CSS. Craptastic. Help yourself to the cheese I am offering with my whine.

From the talented and fragrant Jenny comes a jim-dandy question that deserves a post of its own:

How,exactly, would the run-of-the-mill person go about starting to heal themself?

First thing you want to do is achieve an altered state of consciousness.If you don’t know how to do that with your breath techniques, this will tell you.

Now what I did (sending love to afflicted areas) was easy for me because I have done it so many times. There is kind of a neural pathway already established by years of practice in my case, but you can get some decent results with your own practising. One of the women who is sending me energy on my uppitywomen list says she is getting really good at it, and added that she had a good teacher (me). However, I spent a fair amount of time in online healing sessions and a lot of one to one for this to happen.

It won’t happen without practice, no matter how much natural ability you may have. But, the following meditation technique will take away headaches, and whatever else hurts you. It isn’t quite what I used yesterday, but it’s a great start.

If you cannot imagine your healing guides (you have them, really) then think of your favourite star, and draw energy down from it.

Here is the tricky part, so pay careful attention. You need to visualize a wheel within a wheel, each spinning in different directions.

The outer wheel is red, it spins counter-clockwise. The inner wheel is blue, and it spins clockwise. The wheels are on a horizontal plane about 2 feet above your head, and large enough to fit the girth of your body comfortably.

When the wheels are energized from your star or your guides, slowly lower them towards your head.

Feel the action of the wheels coaxing any disruptive energy from your head, and as it lowers, it teases, and coaxes the tangled knots of energy away into the void between the two wheels.

Bring it down level with the top of your head, always alllowing the energy to be teased and coaxed into the void, slowly, lowering it bit by bit until all it has passed has been brought into the void.

As the energy clears, slowly lower the wheels, still teasing at the disruptive energy, the pain, the knots, the darkness. As you feel a clearing in one area, slowly move lower.

Continue this until you reach your feet, and when they feel clear, allow the wheels to connect with the earth to ground you.

Then, zzt! Up they go, smoothing and leaving behind wholeness. As the wheels clear your head, allow the energy to return to the star, or your guides, and give thanks.

This is a basic technique that will take some practice to perfect. I use it in conjunction with others each time I run energy. It is, by itself, surprisingly effective, even for migraines.

If you would like to learn a few basic exercises to heal others, let me know, and I will compose a post about that at a later date.

There were a lot of wonderful responses to my post about the lump, the impending funeral arrangements, and they were great!

A few of my commenters, namely Old Knudsen:

So it may be a cyst that will pop like the other one. If only you knew a psychic healer or something. If I was a doctor and was told that a pair of tities needed to be handled I’d make the extra time too. I’m too upset and distracted to vote for you I hope you understand. Only kidding of course I voted I know whats important to you.

and Jenny:

Do your forces of healing allow you to heal yourself? I only wish I could find such a fabulous doctor!!

suggested something about, oh, I don’t know…psychic healers? And then I slapped myself on the forehead. With a hammer. It felt so good when I stopped.

I sent love to my afflicted body parts (of which there are more of than mere boobage) and immediately felt an improvement.

Sometimes, you just have to be reminded of things that you already know. So thank you all, and especially you two memory joggers.

I’m still in that domain name tournament, and you know how I love to win things. This time it’s a new round, and I would appreciate you voting by clicking on the above link, and well, voting. Also? Don’t vote for bloggernoob because then nobody will win the prize, and most people are voting for him just to suck up. Sorry noob, but here’s a link by way of apology.

I pretty much have always felt that reincarnation was a viable option. I once did a past life regression which sewed that one up for me. It was very real, and not terribly glamourous. I was a man who treated his wife like a servant. A financially rich man, but spiritually bankrupt. I smelled the odors, I heard the trees rustle in the breeze, but I had enough of the past life visits thankyouverymuch. It did, however, explain my fascination with rural, 18th century Japan. One that my mom shared with me.

A series of recurring dreams at the age of five set this mindset in motion. In the dreams, I was not five, but eight years old, and had different coloured hair, but I knew it was me.

I was falling down a well. The well was lined with bricks. I could see the seepage from between the bricks. I could see moss. I could smell the earth and water. I died at the bottom, each and every time. And then I wet the bed.

I can remember the doctor’s visits about the bedwetting, the theories that I was too lazy to wake up. I can remember my mother being baffled because I was so smart and toilet trained so easily.

Nobody asked me if I had fallen down a well. Wouldn’t you have wet the bed if you had fallen down a well? Seemed perfectly logical to me.

The only explanation for this recurring dream where I was different yet still me is that I actually died that way in another lifetime. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

Pictured below: A well-falling bedwetter still puts an arm around a friend

I have a confession to make. There is more than one winner. Don’t hate me. I based the winner on who needed some hope right now, and then, I decided to let Random.org decide a consolation winner.

The consolation prize will be a mini-reading on my dime.

Winners, if you have Skype installed, I can record both sides of the conversation, and all the blood won’t drain out of my hand as I hold the phone. I have a great long distance plan, so cost is no consideration.

I will upload the sound file of the readings to one of my servers, and you can download it if you have Firefox in mp3 format.

The winnah is…drum roll please… Zoe. Her son is very ill and she is worried sick. I hope I can help a little.

For the consolation mini reading, Random.org picked Rae Jane

Let’s get our Skypes together and decide when is a good time for each of us for a reading.

People who entered the contest are as follows:

RaeJane What You Believe

Jenny Pick Me Pick Me Pick Me

Teeni Some Bad News and Some Good News

Josey Witchypoo Goes to Kalamazoo

Marie It is Decidedly So

Arizona I Want a Psychic Reading

Divine Miss Jen Bring Me Some Divine Intervention

Zoe mec-alec-ahi-meca-hiney-hoo

And, coming late to the party but who wrote a post anyway, is milkgoddess would you want a psychic reading?

I want to thank each of you for your entry. If I missed any, please smack me upside the header. This won’t be the last contest. This was the first contest.

Shameless self-promotion: Show me some freaking love. Go on, vote. You know you wanna. You have to register first, but you will make me very happy. Check your junk mail folder for the registration confirmation. Oh, and if it says voting is closed? It is for 2007, but this award is for 2008. Click the button to vote for me.