G'morning everyone, (or whenever the hell it is you happen to be swinging by )

WELL, taking a tentative look about it appears that yes, I have survived vending the Tibetan festival. Whew! Man, that was some weekend I tells ya. Monday, despite myself and all intensions, I just had to take off. (Yeah right. Oh, Holly, I owe you, sister. Hehe! Can’t see worth squat...was up till 2pm...but then what else is new, eh?)

Anyhows, tried several times to make a video entry, but I kept looking at myself and going “Oh, hell no!” Nope, that there image of freaking “death warmed over but too stupid to stay still” just simply would not do. Too bad, had some grand stuff for you, but some things can only be said “face to face”.

Going to skip the work aspect for the main, and just say it was a ery interesting experience. Learned a lot about the “deal” with those things, types of people who come there and the various reasons why. Marvelous experience for a “people watcher”

STILL I got one HELL of a shock 1st thing Sunday morning. We arrive before things kick off for the day, unload our baggage and while I start setting things up, Emile leaving to park the car, I hear a hail asking “Are you Melissa?” and look up, see a guy walking towards me still about 20 feet away. I say yes and THEN he goes, “I saw your blog.”

At this I am possibly looking a little surprised at the unexpected turn of events, while inside I am screaming “Oh, ^%$@##&^%!!!!” as well as cringing, and ever so thankful that I was too tired the morning before (note, I never did go back to sleep Saturday) to post Emile’s Quote of the Day which was:

“If the Dali Lama shows up, fuck the auras and start taking pictures!”

Hehe. Well, anyhows, I am still a touch realing here, and the guy goes to explain that Sunday morning, 7:30am he Googled Tibetfest and MY BLOG came up at #6 for relevant links.

Okay, now I am really freaking here, trying to tell myself not to panic as I am wondering like bloody hell WHICH blog it was came up. I mean, man, I just posted that video at 4:30am... Of course there was no way I was about to ask, and not much more was mentioned, still, you can bet your asses that first thing I did when I managed to get home and Google was check.

WHEW! It was my journal at Care2.com. Thank you, gods an’ laughing at me, joking, goddesses...

Still, beyond the panic, it did make one feel a touch of fame, hehe.

Then it was work, work, work...until Ursel, my boss showed up...and finally, after all this time since I’ve had the thing, she sits down at my aura video station.

Oh, my gods. I am sitting next to her, just delaying, pleading inside for the thing to change, to not show me what was going on inside of her...yet alas, Truth is something I have no power of altering.

Yucky, hurting, upset, anger...this situation between us, my leaving her side at this time no matter the reason...sighs. Even that first morning shock didn’t have me trying to keep my food down. It HURT, but again, what can I do?  

Printed her a report, talked as brightly as I could while lots of people were starting to come around the booth, place getting busy. Then she and her husband took off, vanished and they did not return. Ugh.

Note, no matter what I did, I could not save her aura image in my laptop’s memory...believe me, I tried, because I needed that, wanted to go in deeper, no matter how much it pained me. Crap.

The 2nd day was much slower, harder than the 1st one. Oh, busy, yet the energies were “off” and to bring in any business it wasn’t just aura photos and some brief talk, but full, open scan psychic readings. It is Tuesday morning and I still have the ache behind my temples.

Still again, I did some good. I know I did. And you know you hit the mark when the guy in the chair next to you eye’s flood...and stay that way, occasional wipes when things spilled over. Oh man, that one still gets me even now. Having a hell of a time...shit, there go my eyes again. All day yesterday I was crying off and on every time I recaptured the moment, and here I go again.

Now, if for some reason this individual, and you know who you are comes across this, a thing I wouldn’t be surprised at, not the way things are going these days, yes, we the both of us know you are going to be fine and are dealing very well. Only, Christ, I wish I could have helped even in some small way. Beyond the talking I mean. My gods, I wish this world was filled with better people than it does, only it is not. What you are looking for--what you deserve--when it comes to meeting another person to share your life with...I don’t know. Not soon if it happens. Ugh, ugh, ugh...I need to close this shit down. So much heart pain there, a lot more than you are letting yourself feel right now, but Guy, I am sitting here crying for you. Crying a lot...

As for those two “healers” you two women who did not sit in my chair all I can say is how dare you. How fucking dare you claim to be such!    With such arrogance! May the gods help you, because even standing close to me I “felt” what you are really doing to people. Bitches, you both deserve your karma.

Another girl "J" was interesting case, further confirmation of myself. When I was finished she just sat there and said to me, “When I sat down in this chair I was a skeptic, now I’m not.” She went on to tell me then and later when we were in a group amongst her mother and friends how she was actually taking a course in, hmm, debunking things. Told with a proud moment how she asked some questions about a psychic they had brought into class and how the woman was left standing there, not knowing what to say. Still, with me, she was convinced. Cool beans. More so, because she did get some help, again, much as I could offer. Things for her to contemplate at least, possible assistance to help her because what she can be. Fantastic possibilities there for her, the person she may become and things to do. Wishing you the best, “J”. Cheers.

"J"

Another guy the day before, big, large, yet not beefy fat, only a lot of physical body there. For a sec, at looking at him and then the screen I though things had gone “tecky foop” only it was right so i went with it. A White-lavender with a HUGE and solid rounded bar of purple across his third eye. Brilliant white sphere over his head as well as a white glow. Tiny root chakra and a real screwed up naval center. Told him something was wrong with his stomach, possible a trauma and he pulls up his shirt to show the bandages. He’d had hernia surgery the day before. Ahh, thus the red, yet tiny root chakra. His physical body was still dealing with the shock as well as trying to “support” his life energy. (Again, nuts, this was another one I could not save. Too busy after that.)

Anyhows, there was a LOT going on in his top spiritual centers and my mouth came open, I said there is Something “there” with you right now. Then my mouth goes (even though I’d never seen anything like this before) I said, “I’ve seen this with people who’ve had near death experiences, brought Something more “back” with them” and BOOM!  Flash behind his eyes and I though he was going to bolt right then and there. His wife was standing behind him and I go, Oh shit, he hasn’t told her! Then another flash comes to me and I realize that “he” had not known this either...only that Other inside of him (and had him suspect, but out of fear had not asked the doctors) sure as hell did, and for a moment that was what met my eyes...

Lets see, had a couple of teachers and both of them in their own way was about to blow and dealing with major issues of frustration because the “educational” system did not allow them to really teach or say/do what they wished to. The first lady’s throat chakra (communications center) was large and a deep, dark blue. When she speaks her mind to others she really lets out with a heavy hammer, told her to pull that back some while she is there laughing and nodding, yet it is also that frustration, because she is sick of spouting text-book crap she knows is not accurate and does nothing to educate. Ah well.

Well, near 9am here so need to wrap this up. Like I said, I couldn’t do crap yesterday and we are so behind now on getting this house ready for sale. Day of work ahead, as well as get ready for our psychic fair held this Sunday.

Going to finish this up with more on YUWIE. (You have to click the link and watch the video explanation, folks.) Thanks to my friend Holly I joined and was, between agonizing migraine and exhaustion spent many hours setting things up. Now this new social network is something I tell you. Getting paid to blog? Get paid for every time someone looks at one of your pages or album photos? Well, sounds like a load of bull to me, only the logic behind it does make sense. Seems they are a host site (with very little advertisements, really!) that says since we are the ones doing all the work, posting entries and content that we deserve to get something back for our time and efforts. Ton of great people there, and after ONE DAY my pages have almost 500 hits! Wow. Cool getting in on the ground floor like this, we’ll see how long it lasts. Could have a real monster on their hands, but if it works! Fingers crossed.

Last nite of fun for yesterday, my issue of Pipes & Tobacco magazine arrived and there is an article by Frenchy in it! Oh man, this dude is some real character and I was there laughing my ass of, not all of it due to exhaustion nuttiness. Yep, he writes just like he does on his site, this guy is sarcastic and doesn’t hold a thing back with all his “’cause, freakin’, willyiz? yer and ain’ts”. Driving the “old crow” to the grocery store”? Gotta love it!

Go Frenchy, give ‘em hell for us!

And on that note, here is the finished sand mandala. Wanted to take a video of them wiping it, but after the fest the monks just sat around gabbing and I was in pain so Emile made a choice and chose to get me home. (Hugs) dear.

I like what Emile said about how they destroy all those hours of work. He said the sand mandala is like playing music. It is there and then it is gone.

Now so am I. Have a good one till next time I can get a few to post, folks,

Melissa