Doing THE WORK…

Somewhere along the line many moons ago, I picked up a phrase that’s often given me a wry chortle…

You can’t polish a turd… but you can roll it in glitter…

But increasingly these days, it comes to mind when I  come across people who insist that they are ‘doing the work’…

I could quite easily go into a very lengthy and ranty ramble here about how damn right rude some people think they can be as long as they footnote their crap with – I’ve been doing THE WORK for over X years… I’m Self-aware!

But instead… I’ll distil it down…

If doing the work is turning you into a self-obsessed cockwomble…

You are not doing THE WORK…

You are a turd…

Self-basting in glitter…

Now do me a favour…


 

Hails of the Unexpected…

So… a week ago, I found myself returning to read at a venue that I’d been to two years prior… If you’d asked me two weeks ago, then I’d probably have cited this as being my favourite place that I’ve read in… If you ask me today, then I may laugh and say that it was the best of gigs and it was the worst of gigs…

Two years ago, I was busy but even so, the pace still felt gentle… This year, reading began to feel like some kind of extreme sport, though not one of those high adrenalin junky type jaunts… more like that strange activity where people jump out of an aeroplane and press their clothes on an ironing board as they head to the ground… I didn’t feel that I was going out of my comfort zone or pushing any real barriers, more that I was doing my everyday routine work in an odd environment… not that I really have much of a problem with that…

I was booked for 6 hours and under contract to hit a reading rate of 20 people an hour… within half an hour of arriving, the crowd was 10 deep and there was an acute awareness of time as every time I glanced up the crowd had gotten bigger and bigger… and there was a low-level rowdiness, which was not how I had remembered the place…Before it had been fast-paced but polite and somewhat genteel… Now it was somewhat fractious… There was an element of pushing and shoving and the occasional angry outburst as someone would try to cut the line… I heard a girl’s voice shout out – EXCUSE ME! There’s a queue don’t you know?! A while later the same voice – ER! HELLO!!! You need to go the back of the queue! People are waiting! Then even later, her voice soared above the noise of the crowd… I’M MENSTRUATING!!! Now is not a good time to push in front of me!!! I’m bleeding like a motherfucker!!!

The four hooray Henries in kilts plomped themselves in front of me regardless of the angry protests and seemed to be somewhere on the spectrum between indifference to the berating and being slightly pleased with themselves…

I said – boys… that’s not cool… people have been waiting and you just walked up to the front…

The dark haired one on the right, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms as smugness spread across his face and in a quite tone that suggested that he was someone who always got his own way, he said – well, we’re here now and we’re not moving… what are you going to do?

I smiled… clenched my teeth as I remembered that I was also under contract to be positive and polite… and I glanced at the crowd glowering behind him and I said… well I’m not being paid as a bouncer, so I’m going to whizz you through and get you out of here as quickly as possible, so buckle up because I read fast…

The guy sat opposite me, who looked like a poster boy for the Aryan Nation, piped up… Hey! Tell me my chums’s names… Use your telepathy! Show us what you do! Smug face chipped in again – yah… do your job!

I said ok my lovelies… let me educate you… First off… I’m not a mind reader, secondly … if you don’t know your chums’s names then you need more help than I can give you… Thirdly… my job? Ha! I’m the cleaner! I’m just filling in because the tarot reader was a no show…

Smug face leaned forwards… seriously yah? You’re the cleaner?

Yes, love… you walk past me every single day… do you not recognise me?

He leaned in further to examine my expression and I’m not blessed with a poker face… he let forth a ripple of laughter…ah! You’re dicking with me! He turned to his chums, waved a hand in my general direction as he declared – I like her! She’s terribly funny!

I said, yes, I’m hilarious and I’m on the clock so pull 3 cards now or leave… The four of them swooped into my deck and Blondie in front of me starts again… Hey! If you’re any good Miss Mind Reader – you can tell me what card I’m holding! And he holds one aloft in a challenge…

Ace of Pentacles honey bunny!

By Jesus?! It bloody well is!!! What? How? How? What? What? Errrrr???!!!

Now it’s my turn to smirk and this time I don’t give my game away and the tipsy fool is none the wiser that I’ve seen all three of his cards because he waved them around as he pulled them and I know those cards like the back of my hand and a quick flash and a glimpse of colour and I know what you’re holding… Silence descends on the table and I whizz these four yahoos through without another peep out of them… they sit and quietly nod… Ah! You guys are quiet? Nothing more to say? Smug face who has very much warmed to me by now says – yes… I have something to say… Thank you! You’ve just given me a lot to absorb…I’m hoping that I’ll remember it all…

You’re welcome! NEXT!

The crowd is much more settled now and things run in a run of the mill kind of way… until three guys come and sit down… I think to myself – ok… there’s something odd going off here, these are not faces that look as though they have come for a reading…

The guy to the right is quietly spoken… he tells me that he’s just started receiving messages from Jesus and asks if it’s ok for him to pass on the message that he has for me…

I scan the faces of the other two and they are both serene and look deadly earnest and I’m a little suspicious as I wonder if I’m being pranked… But I’m a curious creature, so I say – sure… give me what you’ve got… He tells me that he’s been stood in the queue for quite some time as he’s been told to come over and give me some energy as I give out a lot to others… A part of me thinks – oh! FFS! This sounds like the worst kind of cold reading medium… I can feel the skepticism seeping across my face… he carries on undeterred… it’s hard to catch all that he says as his voice is lost a little in the background babble… I look at the queue and wonder if I should just cut them short and shoo them off but I figure they’ve waited their turn and if they want to talk rather than listen then this is about as close to a break as I’m going to get tonight so let them talk… The guy in the middle asks to hold my hands… He places his in front of him supine and shoulder width apart, I place my hands palm upwards into his… Now he is also talking and it’s even harder to hear… Both of them chatter away and I catch the odd word every so often and they are bestowing me with blessings and healings… It’s an odd situation but by far not the oddest I’ve ever been in and I’m not entirely sure what their views and beliefs are…I’m fairly certain I don’t share them… I’m still wondering if I’m being pranked… The first guy who spoke suddenly becomes louder – You bring the gift of joy and laughter! I smile as it’s not the first time that I’ve had such an accusation thrown at me…

The guy to the left who had been silent up to this point, speaks up… excuse me… may I add something? The other two fall silent… They all look at me… I say – sure, why not… He says to me – I’ve been given a series of images and I don’t know what they mean but I’ve been told that you know… he rattles off descriptions that fill my mind’s eye with tarot card after tarot card and in my head a full reading has come into view… I stare at him… He stares back… You know what they mean?

Yes…I do… Why are you telling me this?

He said because it’s a validation for the work you do and you are under divine protection…

It’s a rare occasion in that for once, I’m lost for words… This was not what I expected him to say… I don’t know what I did expect him to say… Words came back to me…ok… that’s interesting… last time somebody went all Jesus on me they told me I was going to burn in hell and then they tried to bin all my things…

That’s too funny! he said and all four of us belly laughed, shook hands, did the nice to meet you pleasantries and with that they were off into the night…

Hmm… divinely protected… A couple of hours later and a girl knocks her prosecco all over my cards… there’s an explosion of expletives cascading through my head and somehow or another I manage to control and contain them… My mind flashes to the clause in my contract about staying below a certain decibel level… I’d thought it hilarious at the time of signing but now there was a very real danger that I could exceed the limit if I opened my mouth… Ah! Divine Protection my arse! Look at my chuffin’deck… it’s effin jeffin bolloxedly buggered! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!! BREATHE!!!! SMILE!!! BREATHE!!! Don’t be mean to the girl, she’s dying of embarrassment and it was just an accident… No… You’re ok my lovely, don’t worry about it… No harm done…

I gather my composure and bring the girl down to a relaxed level… Ok… let’s have a look at your cards…

I laugh a little and it builds and builds…

The crowd all gather and wonder what’s so funny…

I flip the cards for all to see… OK… The Fool and the Ace of Cups! Well! We hardly needed any cards to tell us that you can’t handle your drinks!!!

See turns a spectacular shade of scarlet and tries to bury her face under my cloth… seriously? is that what that means?

Well yes, on one level it does… I start to feel a little guilty that I’ve made her squirm… Ok… I’m joking with you! Pass me that third card and let me tell you what it really means…

I inwardly grimace at the sticky cards and have a heavy heart as I visualise tossing them all into the bin later… they’re old friends and have been on many travels… but as it happens, I think a tiny miracle occurred as they ended up drying out nicely and there’s been a couple of strategic dabs of glue put into place but to an eye that is none the wiser, you’d never know they’d had a near death experience… Hmmm… it’s almost like they were divinely protected… 😉

 

 

 

 

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The Magic of Images

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop… Joy Vernon threw down the gauntlet with this one!

Ah! Magic and tarot… I’ve always had a kind of haphazard relationship here and to be honest I’m more Jonathan Strange than Mr Norell… I don’t have a problem with structured and studied magic per se… it’s more that I’m basically inept at following rituals… invariably resulting in me accidentally setting fire to something or another… A new rug in the house is a dead give away of nocturnal shenanigans that have gone awry… When I dabble in magic it’s invariably a rumbling from within that rises to the surface and takes on a life of its own… Or often a little joke with myself that I’ve laughed at so hard that it’s found its way into reality… One thing I have learned the hard way is that it’s not a good idea to throw your arms into the air and shout “Hit me with your best shot!” … that’s a phrase that launched me onto a 2 year long rollercoaster of a ride with a lengthy hangover to boot…

I’m not fond of using words in magic… it seems too fraught with too many potential pitfalls and besides, I don’t want folks overhearing… I often work with images and if I’ve done a Tarot reading for a particular reason then I may draw something that I can leave laying around to keep my thoughts on track without it being an image that will invite intrusion or nosy questions from the curious… That’s a kind of wordless process where my mind floats and I forget my thoughts until the answers appear… and when I have the answers then the image is put away…

Sometimes I do use Tarot images… often if looking at my birth chart as the images give voice to the planets… I do have a bit of a predilection for making Thoth Hybrids as the underlying geometry links them together so mesmerisingly… These are not from my chart but are for the 3 decans of Aries mentioned in the brief for this theme…

I was also quite intrigued by the Picatrix descriptions that were given… this one, in particular, captured my imagination as when I read it, it brought very vividly to mind an old situation that took a strange turn…
“There rises in the third face of Aries, a restless man, holding in his hands a gold bracelet, wearing red clothing, who wishes to do good, but is not able to do it. This is a face of subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things. This is its form.”
  • 4 of Wands
  • Venus will be in the third face of Aries this year from May 26, around 10 a.m. until 1:26 a.m. on June 6.
  • To achieve subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things”

I decided to draw an image and let my mind float…I lost a couple of hours or so and from my first thoughts, my mind fell into free association football until I’d forgotten what I’d been thinking about… I drew this weeks back and it’s been sat there not knowing what would be written…

 

So… interestingly and somewhat cagily as I’m not revealing details here… over the last week or so I’ve had tides of information flood my way… bringing answers to questions that I’d pondered during this drawing… they seem to be appearing in reverse free fall as there is still no answer to the question at the top of the list but being as the time period for this picatrix has not yet come into play… I guess I’ll have to leave things running for a few more weeks…And… I won’t be revealing the outcome as although I may well be a haphazard magician… I do know that you don’t give away the prestige… 😉

Go visit my neighbours, they may be more forthcoming…

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Flying The Reiki Nest…

Welcome to the latest Reiki Blog Hop
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THEME: The Importance of Being Earnest
Jay Cassels set the theme for this hop, he offered the following prompt:
This month’s topic is about our relationship with Reiki, and also our relationships with clients, students and ourselves. Consider that for every fantastic experience there has been some not so fantastic, and for every amazing teacher there is one that hasn’t been, so reach into your heart/soul space and explore in your entry the relationship that you have with Reiki, where has it has taken you.
Ok… so let’s see where this takes me… I know it says ‘Reiki’ and this may be on topic or it could be wildly off as when I think of Reiki, the way that my brain hears that is universal life force and so although I’ve had the ups and downs in the Reiki community, I’m not really feeling the urge to go back and dissect old ground… and instead I’ll spread my wings into relationships with the world at large… because after all… aren’t we all supposed to be one big global community?
So… the importance of being earnest… I’m all for speaking your truth but over the last few years and it feels especially so over the last year or so… this speaking your truth feels to have been hijacked and perverted and become a phrase that’s bandied around as an excuse for abject rudeness… Let’s put aside all the fiascos in politics of late as hey man! I don’t have the mental real estate to deal with that right now… ok… I probably do but I’m using that as a segue to launch into just a few of my least favourite things… I’m constantly flabbergasted that never before have there been so many ways to communicate with so many people yet communication is done so badly… I’ve got a whole list of bugbears here but I’ll try and be mindful and try to avoid making my reader feel like they’re being held captive… though of course if I did ramble the whole list then you may fell victim to Stockholm syndrome and never want to leave… but bear with me… I’m writing this at 3:00 am so I’m just going to go with the first 3 things that come off the top of my head in what may end up as an incoherent ill thought out ramble but hey… let’s see what happens…
Radical self-care
Oh yes… now this one really takes the biscuit… I absolutely understand the need for self-care but hey! Ranty tirades and petulant stomping about asserting your personal boundaries and cries of puh-lease! do me the courtesy of respecting me and my space…
Well, sweety… your space ends where my nose begins… so do us all a favour and pull your crown chakra outta your base chakra and go do your self-care to your heart’s content… well out of my face…
Like-minded people
No! Just stop it! There’s nothing that hits my ears in a more shrill way than this phrase… this is beyond fingernails being dragged over chalkboards… Like minded people… isn’t it great to hang out with like- minded people? No, actually it sucks… I’m not an intentionally antagonistic person (except for the times when I am…) but I much prefer the company of people who can argue the toss without getting butthurt… Surrounding yourself in an echo chamber of like-minded people feels like a slow and stifling death… a desiccation of creativity sucked dry by excess positivity that bolsters the lacklustre and mediocre… This is why I quit teaching adult basic education… compulsory cheer-leading ignoring reality… expecting to be in collusion with unrealistic goals, and no recognition of limitations… The fact of the matter is that there are some things in life that require aptitude and talent and no amount of positive thinking and surrounding yourself with people who agree with your every word is going to change that… trust me… I’ve tried! I’ve been swimming lengths and focusing on getting gold at the next Olympics… the sad fact is the best I’m going to achieve is to manage to look as though I’m not drowning…
Oh… but if you disagree with one of the like-minded then you join the ranks of …
Haters
Oh well… obviously you are no-one until you have haters… Really? See from my cynical standpoint it often looks like an underhanded way to flog your shit… summon your minions… boost your sales without trying to look as though you are overtly selling… From another equally cynical standpoint… get over yourself! This phrase along with troll makes me gip… it seems that it’s often a lazy way to shut down a difference of opinion… I’m sure there are genuinely asshats out there who deserve the moniker but to start #hittingthehashtags like grannies with handbags trying to barge their way to the best pickings at the jumble sale… give me a break…
So where does all this take me with regards to Reiki… well there used to be a time when I would try to remember all 5 precepts… now I have them all condensed to one…
Ok… granted… today I’ve probably failed…
But tomorrow I’ll try to keep it peachy :*
Click on a link to visit my neighbours…

Hark the Dark…

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Welcome to the Winter Solstice tarot blog hop wrangled by our hostess with the mostess Joanne Sprott who proposed going back to the Dark Side, the Hidden Realm beneath the autumn leaves and the snow.

Well… well… well… let’s see where this goes… My initial thoughts were along – ah! Darkness… it’s the new black! but that looked like it would end up in a ramble that would take more hours to write than daylight available for this shortest day of the year and luckily or unluckily for you… a couple of days ago I went to visit a friend in her new house who invited me to talk to her while she decorated so I pretty much vented my system of snark-filled rants that had been brewing… It was a pretty joyful day filled with laugher…which is not bad going for two Grinch-minded humbuggers! But hey ho! Such is the power of emulsion, copious amounts of cups of tea and satisfying slabs of chocolate… yes yes dark… dark like my soul!

So… as it happens… today I discovered a new word, which was quite a novelty as I have slipped into a habit of just making words up… Some of you may have come across the word before, but it’s a new to me word…

Hygge

It’s a Danish word and I think it’s one of those words that doesn’t quite translate literally as it sums up a feelsense and wellbeing and snugglenessness of things that make you feel cozy… And this kind of lifestlye attitude is embraced in the dark winter months and Hygge is found in comfort foods and simple pleasures that break up the general brrrrrrrrrrr of having to scrape ice off of everything and other such freezy winter delights…

So, Joanne suggested – pick a card or cards or develop a spread that you think reveals a useful message from the Dark or Hidden realm of life. What can we learn from those messages as we wait for the return of the Light, and how do you find uses for the dark times in your own life?

So here we have it…

starlight

Conveniently, the nearest deck I had to hand was the Starlight Dragon Tarot by Nora Huszka and Steph Engert.

Ok, you have me busted! It’s not so much a spread as a mandala…

In the centre there’s The Devil, which seem to be the perfect fire to sit and warm my butt to as we go into Capricorn, then I just shuffled an open invitation to see who else wanted to drop in for a chat…

So we have from top to bottom…

Death

4 of Swords         The Hanged Man

10 of Cups        The Devil           4 of Wands

Dragon Eye          The Wheel

9 of Pentacles

Now the thing is, as much as I’d love to talk you through this, I’m losing the battle to focus and I’m giving in to looking at

*f*a*i*r*y* *l*i*g*h*t*s*

🙂

So… I’ll leave you to either work out your own musings or to just sit and enjoy the pretty colours… whichever floats your boat…

I’ve got a big fleecy blanket, a mug of hot chocolate with my name on it, and a cat purring on the back of my chair, so that’s me sorted 😉

HAPPY HYGGE!

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Dead and Unburied…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop, wrangled by Louise Underhill who set the following topic:

The Pagan New Year / Festival of the Dead is highly popular & at this time of the year, we think about those that have passed. We’ve interviewed our ghosts, even had a few of them over for tea! This time, we seek their advice on what we need to work on in the year to come. You’re free to design a spread, a sigal, or anything else with the cards that connects advice from your ancestors to the year that is coming. How can they help you when the world is on your shoulders and they’re the other side of the astral veil? When you’re drained and weary, what advice do they give?

Before focusing on the year to come, I feel inclined to take a couple or so steps backwards…

Probably around this time last year, I stumbled across an advert for the Asgardian Festival and on a bit of a whim, I decided to sign up to go… So in August I found myself standing in a circle of an opening blot and calling upon the ancestors and spirits of the land… And to be honest, this type of gathering is not my usual cup of chai but hey… when in Rome… I was not feeling particularly inspired by the ceremony itself… it seemed lengthy, laborious and overly contrived and gave me the same sense of wondering when/how I could make a discreet exit, that I’d last felt at what I thought was an extremely elaborate Roman Catholic wedding but which I was later informed was the short version…

 Anyway… I spotted my chance to slip away and made a break for it into some open space and turned around to see the sun setting into a sky of burning red in one direction and across the other way… a rainbow spanned the heavens… There were some there who would claim that the Old Gods were present and would marvel at the Bifrost bridge… Explain it how you will… personally, when nature reveals her palette, I feel  little need for words and am glad to imagine that time has fleetingly paused to allow me to take in this splendour…

The night that followed was strange to be sure… There was a bit of a fiasco as the new tent that I had bought, had not been opened and checked and unfurled it transpired that the alleged two man tent was only going to sleep two men if they happened to be the same size as an average hamster… So… necessity is the mother of invention, or so they say… I’d say annoyance, outbursts of chuntered profanities, bloody-mindedness, improvisation, twine, scissors and random items found in the back of a Virgo’s people carrier can be weaved together to fashion a humble abode just about strong enough to withstand the unseasonal gale force winds that blew that night… Howling winds that brought strange dreams of being lost at sea on a life raft followed by what at first seemed to be a dream but what in fact turned out to be a memory. A, until then, forgotten childhood memory, which in turn lead me to discover via the Google Oracle a sizeable chunk of my family tree… But maybe that’s a story for another day…

Back to the task at hand… for my spread to look at advice from my ancestors for the year ahead, I decided to throw in some rune work…

2nd-aett-hagalaz-to-sowulo

I decided to write a question for each of the runes of the 2nd Aett and answer it with The Wild Unknown. For a couple of reasons, firstly because this Aett deals with emotional and psychological matters present within the individual, but also mainly because the word sigil resonated as being the Anglo-Saxon  word for the Germanic word Sowulo…

Anyway… I’m not going to share my answers with you as, like a good cup of tea, they still need a little more time to brew… However, I will share the questions that I asked  my ancestors:

ks-2-1-hagalaz

 What disruptive elements will I need to withstand?

ks-2-2-nauthiz

How can I best serve my needs?

ks-2-3-isa

Where may I find an impasse?

ks-2-4-jera

What is the best way to reap rewards?

ks-2-5-eihwaz

How can I connect with my sense of purpose?

ks-2-6-perthro

What creativity lies deep within the unconscious waiting to be born?

ks-2-7-algiz

What will give me faith?

ks-2-8-sowulo

 How can I best connect with my higher self?
And on that note, I will depart and let you go on over to the other side by hitting the links to my neighbours…

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Reiki… Empirical or Lyrical…

Welcome to the latest Reiki Blog Hop
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THEME: Reiki, Science, and Medicine
This is one of those areas, where often I find myself at odds with other people’s views… It feels to be an area that splits, divides and polarises folk and I tend to be not so much sitting on the fence in my views but more with a personal jury that is permanently out to weigh up a final decision and as such I’ve often found myself being blasted from both ends of the spectrum. One of my first experiences in setting up business was to Google myself to see if my website was showing up only to find that some malcontent out of work double science degree antiquackery keyboard assassin with obviously way too much time on his hands had devoted a whole blog piece to not only  providing numerous links to my site but also  sharing with the world just exactly what he thought of my domain full of vacuous pseudo-scholastic scientific piffle or something like that…
I read that with mixed emotions, as well… I do have a certain penchant for indulging in pithy snark and I do enjoy a good rant on occasions  and what with having a degree in genetics myself , I was in agreement with many of the criticisms raised about holistic therapies in general though pretty peeved at the insinuation that I was a no brain wafty airy fairy who happened to have stumbled on a good trick to scam the feeble minded out of their shekels…
On the other end of the scale, there are the big pharma conspiracy theorists with their mantras of natural=good and science=evil who can get very irate if I say that I think there are many times and occasions when I feel that conventional medicine is the way to go… and I have been told to open up to entering the port hole (their words not mine…) and  blah blah blah and so on and so forth until they sign off with the obligatory namaste… and so I hit block and think yeah… I’ll take the starboard hole and I dearly hope that should you ever get cancer and you decide to self-remedy with the crushed up peach kernels that big pharma say you can’t have so they can force you into buying poison… well I hope you cure yourself before you overdose on cyanide… but it will be natural cyanide and therefore good and a great way to exit through your final PORTAL!
So with many experiences along both these lines, I come to the conclusion that fuck it!
Why even bother to attempt to explain as;
For those who believe, no proof is required and for those who don’t then no proof is ever enough…
And I find that quite a sad place to be in as when people are intent on solely seeing the only side that they want to then both sides become bent out of shape and distorted and there’s a whole middle ground that gets lost…
reiki-vs-science
However a few weeks back I had a pretty unexpected and interesting experience… I’ve had an ongoing back problem for a while now and the metaphysician in me has a bloody good idea of where the root of the problem stems from but I have more than my fair share of Virgo in my chart and when something is refusing to budge, then I want it tested on all levels…
So I found myself at the hospital for a consultation with a physiotherapist… now the first thing that surprised me was that the appointment slot was an hour long… yeah… a whole hour! Now that’s not something that I associate with conventional medicine and have always viewed as being one of the major benefits of complementary therapies… but there I was in an hour long conversation discussing my lifestyle and how it had been affected. Now eventually she asked me how I was managing my pain and listed a whole bunch of drugs and medicines and to each one I said no… no… no… until she said – so what exactly are you doing?
I paused and thought ok… I’ll just tell her… and I gave her my list… yoga stretches, Thai massage, Reiki, Meditation, breathing exercises and lots of self-medicating with Art supplies… and my mind filled with all the chatter that I’d heard recently about how the medical profession likes to drug you for everything and make mega bucks out of you… and I wondered what her response would be and she said:
BRILLIANT!!! 
And to be perfectly honest I thought she was just humouring me so she could shunt me through and move on to her next appointment as I must admit the times I’ve been involved in the medical system have been mercifully few and far between and they have all been very much conveyor belt type experiences…  but then she left the cubicle to go get me some printed sheets of exercises that she advises and I sat and listened in to the other conversations on the ward and heard meditation being recommended, breathing exercises explained and active relaxation being advocated… And finally instead of an either/or there seemed to be a direction towards developing a personal blend…
So… my personal jury had returned one small verdict and it is that when it comes to my back pain Reiki will be taken p.r.n. and also I will take Salbutamol when I experience spasms that  make it hard for me to breathe…
Now I’m sure there will be people more than happy to tell me all the risks and side-effect of Salbutamol and yeah… I know… I can read and I can decide for myself and currently I can live with them much more easily than not being able to breathe…
And I am sure that there are people who will tell me that Reiki is at best a placebo effect and yeah… to those, I offer up the following quote…
Just because I imagined it, it doesn’t make it less true
                                                                                                ~ Homer Simpson
At the end of the day, my health is my responsibility and I will make the choices and decisions that I consider to be best for me…
And I wholeheartedly advise you to do the same but please remember to make informed choices…
There’s always more than one view… that’s why we have microscopes and telescopes… both with moveable lenses…
Oh… and should a certain troll  postgraduate scientist happen to stumble this way then I hope he considers his blood pressure and leaves before my Homer Simpson quotes and ramblings  replete with  the plethora  of logical fallacies which tend to accompany these things cause him to split asunder in a Rumplestiltskinesque fashion to  then vanish up his own portal…
😉
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