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Sound, Scent, and Surprising Purges

I stumbled on two things recently that I’d always passed off as foo foo magic: sound healing and essential oils.

The sound healing was completely by accident. I came across a Youtube video that claimed to release parasites. I was bored, I told it to play, and as this horrible noise permeated my office I felt something inside of me squirm. “Oh-ho,” I thought, “if that’s the case I’m just going to sit here.”

After another two minutes or so of this, I literally felt something depart from my womb area. (I’m given to understand that’s where the Sacral Chakra is, my creativity.) It fled. My whole body shuddered, like an energetic purge. And suddenly… I felt… different. Settled or balanced somehow. I can’t explain it.

Needless to say, I managed to get my first set of tuning forks and am now on the quest to add learning how to do this for other people into my shamanic journey.

Then came the idea of making essential oils… which brought back some childhood memories. I can’t remember which family member it was, but someone had given me a potpourri pot when I was 14. During those days, I had a huge collection of herbalism notes in a gigantic book. I collected any and all herbal information I could find, which wasn’t always easy as this was the 80’s. It was just something I was doing automatically… of course now, 40 or so years later I understand why I was doing what I was doing. This family member saw that in me.

But I never knew how to work it. Sigh. Wish I had it now! But back to essential oils. I can’t afford a distiller so I’ll make infused oils. I’ve been at it for two days. I love to experiment.

It’s been a fascinating process, and I’m really excited about some of the protection and clarity benefits I’ve already seen. Seriously, my hands were covered in rose oil I’d just gotten going so I ended up blessing myself. And lo… the psychic rewards were within hours.

Plus, my craft room smells amazing now, so that’s a win!

I’m getting a good batch of frankincense oil ready to bottle, which is pretty cool. It’s not just for making things smell nice; it’s old-school magic, and it’s definitely getting my creative juices flowing. Which have flowed a lot better since I purged whatever it was.

If I can make enough oil and if people want to buy a bottle, the sales will pay my light bill and help me buy more books for my scholarly research. And maybe pay for healing training, although that’s stretching it. I’d need to sell a lot for it to go that far.

Sometimes you need to clear the static before you can get to the main event. I’d like to get to the main event now, please. LOL


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