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...

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...