I've been experiencing a head cold which is mostly like hosting an out of town guest with annoying habits that I constantly have to clean up after.
My 7 year old niece was given an award at her school for being compassionate!
There were PIRATE SHIPS gliding around the Santa Monica Bay. That was a fun thing to see. Also the kind of anachronistic thing that makes the ground feel shakey and the edges blurry and maybe you forget your name for a split second.
My friend who is a psychic sent me a fantastic email about his latest gig:
"i got hired to clear a woman's house. today i got the psychic scoop from each of her 6 cats, who've been trading gettin really sick, one per week, and tomorrow i sit down with her (and see how much of her karma she can bear to hear about), and then begin to clear energy from the about 100 carved wooden masks she was suddenly obsessively driven to procure from all over the world and hang in her house, blanketing the walls in some places. you would not believe what it feels like in there! there is also at least one discarnate spirit there.
it's like a psychic storm....this job is going to be one thing at a time. i've done energy work on the cats, and two have had behavior changes. one that's on prozac (no fucking kidding - angry peeing on everything brought that about) stopped hiding and moping. i think she needed to be heard that she feels stuck in the drug prison of unclarity. the other one - it's his first time as a cat, and he's totally freaked out because he's pretty sure he's not supposed to be a cat. his change was being able to sit with me and not feel threatened, and make eye contact and "hear" what i was "telling" him. he's so skiddish usually that you can't interact with him at all."
on a side note: the cat who is on prozac is named "Feisty"
Went for dim sum in Chinatown on Sunday. TALK ABOUT A PSYCHIC STORM! It was like dining on a bollywood set, lots of lights, lots of gold...lots of mirrors, and pink. The faces were incredible, from Hong Kong fetish parlor to 1500's rice farmer..and everything in between. And then those carts stopping by like efficient trains, carrying a bizarre mix of things, dumplings, eggrolls, asparagus but also strange balls that look like chewed food wrapped in boiled intestine and other blobs resembling the contents of a liposuction tube. Then walking around Chinatown, where the ancient meets the cutting edge...fashionable art galleries next to herb shops lined with fish stomachs and bags of what look like toe nails. A stylish girl with architectual hair and a plaid mini skirt walking in front of a chicken slaughter house, the sound of squawking chickens mixing with techno music and classic Hall and Oates and at least 3 languages...all this before noon.
