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Blur Softly

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...

Fretting over the dark side

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...

What's worse than a big black chin hair?

A big grey one.

Back to 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.

It ain't gonna happen

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.

Intuitive Explorations with Susan Fullmer - Web Site

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     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

Asking the Divine

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...