http://www.facebook.com/pages/Qigong-Distant-Energy-Healing/231712818977
I've been taking part in these QiQong distance healing sessions. Reading through the information, it seemed like it would scientifically be possible. There's also the power of suggestion. If I believe they work, they will...right?
The first one I didn't really sit quietly through, it says you don't have to, and I didn't really feel anything, but I did have crazy dreams leading up to the session, as the message also says might happen. I have pretty crazy, vivid dreams quite a bit though, always have.
The last session was on Thursday of this past week. This time I made myself comfortable, put on a YouTube relaxation meditation video right before the session was to start and laid there, with the intent to fully receive the benefits.
About half an hour in I was in a lucid dream state and had the feeling that I was not inside my body, but somewhere out in the courtyard of my building...lecturing my building manager about the waste of water it took to hose down the courtyard over sweeping it.
I came back to my body and was still in a lucid state, trying to get up, but my bodies reticular activation system had set in, keeping me from moving.
My brain started to feel like the synapses from the left and ride side were bouncing back and forth. I felt like I was hearing an internal vibration, the sound of the Om, connecting the two sides. I started breathing quicker and more shallow. I started to feel my RAS release and I went into Dragon's breath, which increased the vibration and sounds into one solid hum.
After about five minutes in, I returned to regular breathe and felt my body in total relaxation. I was cooked.
I had to get up. I couldn't lay there the entire two hours, it was so intense, my body told me it was time to get up and move. So, I did, slowly and intentionally.
The next day I was out in the courtyard, sweeping the dust, cigarette butts and trash, scooping it up with my dust pan into the garbage.
The closest experience I've had to this was the sound bath I took at the Integratron in Joshua Tree.
http://www.integratron.com/
I encourage you to try this, there is another session tonight or tomorrow night, I believe. Visit the website for more details.
Let me know what you experience.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Walking and Talking
I have a very strong opinion about pedestrians or bicyclists on cell phones. It's about as strong as my opinion on people on cell phones in cars.
It's just not safe, people. It takes away from your ability to pay attention to your surroundings, and sometimes the ability to make intelligent choices.
For example, I don't know how many times I've seen people walking and talking, totally cross the street without looking both ways. Sometimes they almost get hit. I was a pedestrian for two years in LA, and I almost got hit. It's why I don't walk around the city on my cell.
It also takes away your ability to hear out of one ear. Combine that with loud sirens or traffic noise blasting into the other and you won't even hear that person call "Hey watch out!".
I've seen people on cell phones while driving, that seems to not get through people's heads, but bicycling around the city? Really? I mean, maybe I'm just a rookie cyclist, but it requires both hands and my attention. I don't think I could ever text and cycle at the same time.
We all have this intent to stay safe. What steps are we taking towards actually being safe? What is so important that one must be on the phone ALL the time.
Don't even get me started on cell phone brain cancer...lol
It's just not safe, people. It takes away from your ability to pay attention to your surroundings, and sometimes the ability to make intelligent choices.
For example, I don't know how many times I've seen people walking and talking, totally cross the street without looking both ways. Sometimes they almost get hit. I was a pedestrian for two years in LA, and I almost got hit. It's why I don't walk around the city on my cell.
It also takes away your ability to hear out of one ear. Combine that with loud sirens or traffic noise blasting into the other and you won't even hear that person call "Hey watch out!".
I've seen people on cell phones while driving, that seems to not get through people's heads, but bicycling around the city? Really? I mean, maybe I'm just a rookie cyclist, but it requires both hands and my attention. I don't think I could ever text and cycle at the same time.
We all have this intent to stay safe. What steps are we taking towards actually being safe? What is so important that one must be on the phone ALL the time.
Don't even get me started on cell phone brain cancer...lol
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The vicious cycle of pain
This morning when I woke up, the sun hadn't come up yet. Another night of sleep interrupted by the deep pain that wracks my body at it's highest peak during the ionic breeze that occurs between 4am and 6am.
I planned on going to yoga class today. That's not going to happen. I'll do my home practice.
I'm suppose to be getting ready for an interview today at the W Hotel, and I realized I don't own a single pair of "nice" shoes. I threw them all out when I started falling so much.
I'm nursing a couple of bruises, obtained when I fell into the coffee table the other night.
I felt great the past week, so I did a lot of catching up with housework, had a hoop gig, had some fun with my boyfriend and friends. It doesn't seem like a lot, but enough to start up the pain cycle.
I read somewhere that 80% of the population lives with some form of chronic pain. I don't know how much of that is a level 10, coupled with leg spasms that render them temporarily disabled. I don't know how many of them work full time jobs.
All I know is that getting a job with health care benefits has been a challenge for me. I've been made some false promises, Companies are keeping hours just under the limit of where you have to give an employee the option, or just plain out: I feel so terrible some days I can't walk, much less get into a car and endanger my life and the lives of others to get to work.
The last job I had, it came down to: During the winter my pain gets worse, and getting people to cover my shifts proved almost impossible, even when I had a days or more notice. I planned a vacation so I could nurse myself and it was denied. I called in sick after going to the Dr's a couple times. Now, I have Dr. bills and no job.
How does 80% of the population live with varying degrees of pain, and how do we as a society remain compassionate to that, while keeping our business running? Seems like a mighty vicious cycle, right?
All over L.A. there are signs that say "STAY HOME IF YOU ARE SICK". The city is plastering all this propaganda about staying home, yet somewhere in the loop they forgot to tell employers. This fake sense of "We Care", is it a scare tactic? Or a way of getting people to stay home so lay-offs can take place without having to extend unemployment?
I was lucky. I got unemployment.
What is going on here? I never had a full understanding of the economic system, but I'm pretty sure this depression we are in, well...it's pretty depressing.
I planned on going to yoga class today. That's not going to happen. I'll do my home practice.
I'm suppose to be getting ready for an interview today at the W Hotel, and I realized I don't own a single pair of "nice" shoes. I threw them all out when I started falling so much.
I'm nursing a couple of bruises, obtained when I fell into the coffee table the other night.
I felt great the past week, so I did a lot of catching up with housework, had a hoop gig, had some fun with my boyfriend and friends. It doesn't seem like a lot, but enough to start up the pain cycle.
I read somewhere that 80% of the population lives with some form of chronic pain. I don't know how much of that is a level 10, coupled with leg spasms that render them temporarily disabled. I don't know how many of them work full time jobs.
All I know is that getting a job with health care benefits has been a challenge for me. I've been made some false promises, Companies are keeping hours just under the limit of where you have to give an employee the option, or just plain out: I feel so terrible some days I can't walk, much less get into a car and endanger my life and the lives of others to get to work.
The last job I had, it came down to: During the winter my pain gets worse, and getting people to cover my shifts proved almost impossible, even when I had a days or more notice. I planned a vacation so I could nurse myself and it was denied. I called in sick after going to the Dr's a couple times. Now, I have Dr. bills and no job.
How does 80% of the population live with varying degrees of pain, and how do we as a society remain compassionate to that, while keeping our business running? Seems like a mighty vicious cycle, right?
All over L.A. there are signs that say "STAY HOME IF YOU ARE SICK". The city is plastering all this propaganda about staying home, yet somewhere in the loop they forgot to tell employers. This fake sense of "We Care", is it a scare tactic? Or a way of getting people to stay home so lay-offs can take place without having to extend unemployment?
I was lucky. I got unemployment.
What is going on here? I never had a full understanding of the economic system, but I'm pretty sure this depression we are in, well...it's pretty depressing.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Hollywood, for all it's worth...
Yesterday's California sky was blue and filled with a combination of fluffy white clouds, and a few dark ones here and there. Chris and I got up and started on the packing for our trip pretty early. Around 10am I texted my friend and neighbor Mike and asked him was his day's itinerary was. On it? The Farmer's Market.....Yeah!
Quickly Chris and I got showered and dressed and walked the few blocks down the hill to the Sunday Farmer's Market on Hollywood and Ivar to meet up with Mike. We finally found him, and wandered through the crowd, looking at the flowers, berries and vegetables. I selected a huge bunch of Birds of Paradise, a carton of strawberries, fresh squeezed pomegranate orange juice, some mustard greens and two of the best flans I've ever tasted:
http://www.flan-king.com/
We gathered with a crowd, our arms full, to watch an old fashioned polka band playing, tuba, accordion and all.
On the way out, we picked up some fresh kettle corn and some fresh rain fell on our heads. It was awesome.
After just five minutes of drizzling, the warm sun came bursting out, and we zig zagged our way back home, stopping at our favorite local coffee shop on the way: http://www.sdchollywood.com/
Armed with a nice hot Vanilla soy latte, we walked up Ivar hill, back into the Hollywood Dell. We admired the vegetable gardens of the Vedanta society and took a walk on their grounds.
We got back to our apartment, unloaded, went to visit my dear friend and neighbor Tony, and then made our plans for outing number two of the day.
I've recently been ordering sushi from a place I've never been to, but their take out Menu advertised $1.95 sake and $2.95 sushi. Kazoku: http://www.kazokusushi.com/
The place had a "Cheers" meets sushi bar kind of feel to it. Soon we were laughing with the sushi chef, other customers, while the amazingly pleasant waitress brought us plate after plate of delicious fish. They were showing the Oscars on the large flat screen HDTV behind the sushi bar, it is after all Hollywood, and we had fun commenting on the red carpet show. HDTV is unforgiving.
We made our way back home, where I fulfilled my creative surge by dressing Mike's mannequin, Veronica, in a new flashy outfit, accessories, head piece and all.
Chris and I shared one of the flan, watched the rest of the Oscar's with Tony, watched South Park episodes, then hung out talking and laughing until it was time to go to bed.
Days like yesterday gave me a sense of home in Hollywood. Usually I feel out of sorts, out of place. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was a conscious choice...but yesterday we had fun in Hollywood. Us. The non-bar hoppers, the non-clubbers, the non-douchbaggery participants.
Go Hollywood! There's a reason I love you, deep down.
Quickly Chris and I got showered and dressed and walked the few blocks down the hill to the Sunday Farmer's Market on Hollywood and Ivar to meet up with Mike. We finally found him, and wandered through the crowd, looking at the flowers, berries and vegetables. I selected a huge bunch of Birds of Paradise, a carton of strawberries, fresh squeezed pomegranate orange juice, some mustard greens and two of the best flans I've ever tasted:
http://www.flan-king.com/
We gathered with a crowd, our arms full, to watch an old fashioned polka band playing, tuba, accordion and all.
On the way out, we picked up some fresh kettle corn and some fresh rain fell on our heads. It was awesome.
After just five minutes of drizzling, the warm sun came bursting out, and we zig zagged our way back home, stopping at our favorite local coffee shop on the way: http://www.sdchollywood.com/
Armed with a nice hot Vanilla soy latte, we walked up Ivar hill, back into the Hollywood Dell. We admired the vegetable gardens of the Vedanta society and took a walk on their grounds.
We got back to our apartment, unloaded, went to visit my dear friend and neighbor Tony, and then made our plans for outing number two of the day.
I've recently been ordering sushi from a place I've never been to, but their take out Menu advertised $1.95 sake and $2.95 sushi. Kazoku: http://www.kazokusushi.com/
The place had a "Cheers" meets sushi bar kind of feel to it. Soon we were laughing with the sushi chef, other customers, while the amazingly pleasant waitress brought us plate after plate of delicious fish. They were showing the Oscars on the large flat screen HDTV behind the sushi bar, it is after all Hollywood, and we had fun commenting on the red carpet show. HDTV is unforgiving.
We made our way back home, where I fulfilled my creative surge by dressing Mike's mannequin, Veronica, in a new flashy outfit, accessories, head piece and all.
Chris and I shared one of the flan, watched the rest of the Oscar's with Tony, watched South Park episodes, then hung out talking and laughing until it was time to go to bed.
Days like yesterday gave me a sense of home in Hollywood. Usually I feel out of sorts, out of place. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was a conscious choice...but yesterday we had fun in Hollywood. Us. The non-bar hoppers, the non-clubbers, the non-douchbaggery participants.
Go Hollywood! There's a reason I love you, deep down.
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