Archive for: January 2008

Psychic Grooming: Thirty Ways to Shine on the Inside


/ Photo by Jerry Daykin /

I’d be a hair stylist if I wasn’t already a psychic. I love hair, long hair, short hair, purple hair, curly, and straight hair. I counted six products in my bathroom that I use just for my hair!

We probably give more attention to grooming our hair and body than our spiritual hygiene. We need to clean our inner house too, otherwise we attract all kinds of debris. Our spiritual body is magnetic and we have to keep the magnet sparkling clean to clearly manifest our desires.
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Reframing: How language shapes perception


/ Photo by recursion_see_recursion /

Language shapes reality. Flip open your English dictionary. Leaf through several pages. What do you notice about all those words? The English dictionary is filled with nouns. For the English language, a dictionary is essentially a lists of things: ectoderm, marble, surveyor, and tortoise. The English language is accomplished at describing the material world. It is utilitarian. It is a language focused on precisely describing the material world in order to control it.

English has become the pre-eminent language throughout the world, the primary language of business, the Internet, and international politics. In that sense English has become a bridge between countries, nations, and cultures. English is also good at incorporating key phrases from other cultures as well as youth and techno culture: café au lait (France), delicatessen (Germany), wowser (Australia, New Zealand), or blog (online journal). English can be innovative, colorful, and far-reaching in its scope. These are some of the strengths of English as a global language.

But something essential and vital is missing in this utilitarian way of communicating and organizing our thoughts.

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Alcoholism – Theft of the Spirit


/ Photo by procsilas /

I lost a school buddy to alcoholism. The disease ravaged him, stole his charm, his musicality, his broad smile. I woke up one night in a cold sweat from a dream where I saw him walking around his home. I hadn’t seen my friend in several years because we lived in different states. I was in a state of shock: In the dream, my friend, from the neck up was just a skeleton, an image of the walking dead.

Something was wrong, very wrong — I wondered if he had died. I called his mother right away and found out he was living with her, out of work, and that he’d been in and out of rehab.

I later visited him in person. He had lost weight and was now painfully thin. His teeth were darkened from a cigarette habit, and his hands shook. He handed me a cup of coffee and the cup rattled eerily and his whole body shook as we talked. I could tell his nerves were shot, his energy depleted, his soul shaken – traumatized and lost.
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