I have a new job on campus.  After a year and a half of getting shitty shifts - when I told them it wouldn't work with my school schedule... once again - and deciding I really want to dip my toe in the big wide scary world outside of nursing - and spotting a job in a department that looks like something I might want to do post graduation (Public Safety) - I ventured out. I'm cross training two very different jobs.  One in HR and the other in the Transportation and Parking office.  I'm enjoying it, though it's sort of like picking up two new classes mid semester.  It may not be the global job for peace I envision for myself some day, to help change the world for the better but I do help change the world for disgruntled parking citation owners.  And that feels good. What also feels good is a little something I have been missing for nearly three years - a work community.  Having had it all my life, I didn't really know how great it was.  And frankl...

I played Red Rover last night.  How many decades has it been since I've played that game?  A conservative estimate would be, 4.5.  My friend publicized this gathering before hand saying, "We all say we want to play more so let's get together and have fun.  And let's play Red Rover."  And so we did. For those of you who may not have had the privilege of playing this game, I'll explain the rules.  Two teams line up facing each other some distance apart.  One team calls someone from the other team to "come right over" (see the above title for exact wording).  The team joins hands and tries to prevent that person from breaking through their line as the person comes across the divide running full force. I had some trepidation about this whole venture.  If you have been reading my past blogs you know that I have been struggling to remember how to play.  And I have been wanting to remedy that deficit in my life.  In the past, I was...

Here is a piece that I wrote in spring of 2003.  I read it on my radio talk show last week along with playing the concert, "Earth Chant" by Aurora Chorus, which I sang with for a year or so.  Preparing for and singing in this concert was a marvelous and healing experience.  Enjoy.   Link to the Radio Show pod cast All Things Woo Woo Dress Rehearsal for Earth Chant By Susan Fullmer I find myself standing on risers on a stage of a large, darkened, empty auditorium, surrounded by 100 beautiful women ages 15 to 70 something.   I am at the onset of what promises to be a panic attack.   I am breathing and thinking, “How did I get here and why, oh why did I tell anyone about this concert?”. I know how I got here.   It’s because of The List.   My, “Things I want to do before I die” list.   Now, it does not say parachute jumping from a plane as one might suspect.   But it does include, “Sing in a choir”. I haven’t sun...

Fuck.  I just had a mini panic attack in my new math class.  I'm sitting outside after class trying to get into my body again.  Thank God I was recording the class because I'm not really sure what happened after the pop quiz that triggered the whole thing. Ok, and I will acknowledge that I haven't been here on the blog for awhile.  And I will acknowledge that it's because I had a wonderful summer of play and relaxation.  My head was nowhere near writing and thinking, and this little blog suffered for of it.  You ought to feel like a friend of a fair-weather-friend - ignored unless I have a need.  But if I could just interject here, for sake of argument, and say that I am a healthier, better person for the relaxation-down time and hence might be a better blogger because of it.  No?  Not buying it?  I don't blame you. And where is all that relaxation improvement when I am trying to take a silly math quiz?  Anxiety is suc...

I've fretted over the dark side for as long as I can remember.  Or, what I and others sometimes call the "shadow side" of ourselves.  I've progressed from "sin" to "just a normal part of us" a long time ago.  But I've been stuck there ever since. Energetically, I can feel that there is a dark side to us which feels somehow natural to me.  I can't explain it really, but I just know that it is.  I also know that we must learn about it and - horror of horrors - we must embrace it.  Oh, but how?  Sure, it's easy to say, "To be healthy and balanced we must know our dark side".  Again, I can feel the truth of it...but how to tape into that mystery is...well, a fuckin mystery. So, tonight I did it.  I took the bull by the horns and said, "enough already!"  Either I do this thing or I am eternally stuck in the non-embracement of the yin side of my swirl.  Talk about eternal damnation.    Or the lack thereof?  Oh, the co...

A big grey one.

Grandfather said, “In the beginning there was one race, and then four – the Red, the Yellow, the Black, and the White - And the prophecy says we will blend together and return back to one."  How happy was I to see them all in my new community of humans.  Yes, blending back to one, and yet still individually distinguishable.  Red – Grandfather himself. Yellow – The smiling women from China with so many questions and the ability to feel it all. Black – The Dancer from Africa who wore the beautiful hand beaded medallion all week that proudly showed his heritage. White – The women from Boise Idaho who was so happy to finally find her community after looking for so, so long.

Memo to women and men:  If you are waiting for men in authoritative positions to give you permission to develop a relationship with the female face of God, it ain't gonna happen.

     One of the coolest things I have ever done, or will ever do, is build my own web site for my new business, Intuitive Explorations with Susan Fullmer, for Intuitive/Psychic Readings and Energy Healings.  This I do, in my Boise, Idaho office or via phone - Google Hang Outs - Apple FaceTime.      This baby is hours old and ready for gawking.  Have at it.  Be sure to ooh and ah as it was just birthed after all. https://susan-fullmer.squarespace.com

A friend of mine asked me a question about healing yesterday.  If you haven’t noticed by now, the subject of healing is a particular passion of mine.  When I heard Caroline Myss say, many years ago, “Why don’t we heal?”  I literally bolted up straight in my chair will all senses humming.  What I didn’t fully understand then, but I have learned to embrace now, is that I am a healer.  You think I would have clued into that fact when the only thing I truly thrill about in life, revolves around this topic.   I did some healing work on this same friend recently.  She reports that she no longer has the chronic pain that had prevented her from doing the things she enjoys in life.  For example, she has started to do yoga again, an activity that she had dearly missed.  This story is not an uncommon one in my life.  It is a typical outcome of the work that I do. I find healing to be a complex, infuriating, awe-inspiring-beyo...

I have just had my five thousandth hit on this blog from people all over the world (If Google Stats are to be trusted).  It's surreal to say the least.  It's like I'm in a one-sided friendship where I'm the only one who is allowed to speak.  That is fucked up.  If truth be told, I want to know you.

I've had this same conversation lately with a variety of people, so I have these thoughts rumbling around in my brain that I want to put to paper - the blog kind. When anthropologist and such started to study shamans, it was discovered that they were found in nearly every part of the world.  Shamanism is the oldest spiritual practice known to humankind.  It dates back a hundred thousand years, if not more.  An odd thing happened when shamans were studied.  These healers had no way of talking to each other during those thousands of years, yet it was found that they were all doing the same thing.  Or rather, their practice was the same at the heart of what they were doing.  This is called Core Shamanism . Around that core practice, a shaman would take on the trappings of the culture she or he belonged to.  So in each region of the world, researchers found a wide variety of outer practices that reflected local beliefs.  This is called Cultural...

"The world's greatest lie is this, that at a certain point of our lives we lose control of what is happening to us and our lives become controlled by fate." Paulo Coelho The Alchemist I've started rereading, The Alchemist", by Paulo Coelho.  I read this book over 25 years ago when I first consciously started my journey into who I am and why I am here and how to let that happen.  This is how it looks now (above), but this is how it looked back in the day (below).  Just seeing the old cover brings back a whoosh of... a mixture of so many emotions.  It isn't easy to wake up.  In fact, it's the hardest thing I have ever done.  But it is also by far the most important thing I have ever done or will ever do.  Everything else pales in comparison, because without it, nothing else matters.  It will be interesting reading this milestone book again, now that I am so very different from the women of long ago.

This is a piece I reworked for English 204 - Creative Non-Fiction Writing.  This one was the hardest of all, and the one I spent the most time rewriting.  It is after all, a grueling and incredibly important story for me to tell.  I dedicate it to all The Ghost Children of the world.                                                                                        A Song for The Ghost Children      I woke very early this morning with the gut-solid knowing that I must write about the singing and the song.   My spiritual practice is eclectic.   I love to join with others in their various forms of spiritual gatherings to pray and sing their songs, which has deep and joyful meaning to me.  I think there is somet...

Let's just say that I am designing my new business website on Squarespace as we speak, and I'm so fucking excited I think I'm going to pee my pants.

Good news!  I got confirmation that I will be teaching again at Goddess Fest this year (Boise Idaho).  Saturday July 23rd from 8-9 pm.  This year's topic - How to Talk to the Dead.  Here's the class description and bio.  Hope to see you there. Are you having trouble with unwanted spirits in your home and in your life?  Do you find it difficult to connect with those that have passed on – the ones you want to reach?  Susan will cover aspects in this class such as effective protection from unwanted spirits, healthy relationship development with those that have passed, and helping the dead cross over (psychopomp work). Susan Fullmer is a local practitioner who provides intuitive readings, energy healings, and teachings on a wide variety of metaphysical techniques.  She has over 25 years of experience.  She also hosts a radio talk show called, All Things Woo Woo (see Facebook page by the same name).

Radio Talk Show Podcast 6/12/2016:   This is what a psychic medium looks like  Chatting with Aprilynn Noriega and her friend Brittani Raindancing Merchild. Fun, Fun, Fun. Lots of good information for the Intuitive and the Magical. And specific, helpful information for Empaths. They also have a series of classes to help children acknowledge their intuitive abilities.  Life is sweeter when we embrace who we truly are.  Contact information for  Aprilynn Noriega , Psychic Medium.  208-860-5068 intuitivereadingsforlife@gmail .com www.secondsightboise.com See more pictures of these lovely ladies on the radio Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/AllThingsWooWoo/    Podcast 6/12/2016 http://woowoo.no-ip.org           You can also catch my show live every Sunday from 5-7 pm Idaho, Mountain Time Zone.   You can stream it from any computer with internet ...