Post-Thanksgiving psychic special
From now until Christmas, you can ask me for psychic advice and I will send you a response for $5. There are a few rules though:
1. The question has to pertain to YOU and YOUR life. Don't ask me if your uncle's mistress is ever going to leave him. I don't care about your uncle's mistress. I care about YOU. If you must talk about your uncle's mistress, maybe reword the question to focus more on how YOU can deal with the negative thought forms your uncle's mistress has caused for you.
2. The question has to be about the present. Don't ask me WHEN you will find the perfect snowboard. Rather, ask me WHAT is standing in the way between you and your perfect snowboard NOW.
3. The question must seek an answer other than a simple yes or no. Don't ask me if you will ever get laid again. If I tell you yes, it won't do you any good because any dime store psychic can tell you the same. If I tell you no, it DEFINITELY won't do you any good. So instead, ask me why you haven't gotten laid in a while and what you need to do to change that.
I hope the rules aren't too strict. They aren't actually, I promise. I just want to avoid giving you answers that don't empower you. I want to give you information that will make you see things differently and help you make some changes in your life, if desirable or necessary. Rather than telling you what IS going to happen, I want to find out what you WANT to happen and then identify how to get there and what's in your way.
Here are some examples of well-formed questions:
- Why haven't I found my new place to live yet?
- What can I do about this terrible guilt I feel about the little boy whose pants I pulled down when I was 7?
- Why don't I feel comfortable about some of the kinky things my girlfriend wants to do in bed?
- What is keeping me from finally quitting my job, which I hate very much?
- How can I resolve this terrible fight I just had with the barista who coughed on my double no whip soy skinny latte?
So without further a-do: Ask away!
Small print: Please send Paypal payment to psychicbug at gmail dot com. Or just buy me something from my Wishlist. If you want to send a check, ask for my address.
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.: posted by Vera 
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Snow
My mom posted some pictures of the insanities of snow in Germany. This is the back porch of my parents' house.
Schnee 001
Originally uploaded by Ulla Fleischer.
And this picture was taken in the same spot only three weeks earlier!
Porch at my parents' house
Originally uploaded by Verabug.
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My Thanksgiving weekend
Wednesday afternoon the power went out at work, and we all got to go home early. It was great! The boy and I went to the Sunset to buy the missing ingredients for our totally unorthodox and totally unamerican Thanksgiving feast, and then we stopped by Naan-N Curry to pick up some Paneer Tikka Masala with thrown-in vegetables at my request. I ate most of the Masala but the boy had some too.
Then the boy drove me home so that I could putter around my apartment for a little while. But oh, when I went inside there was no electricity! The lights in my neighbor's apartment in the same building were curiously shiny though. I called the boy to turn back around and get me because I did not feel like puttering around in a totally dark apartment.
When we got back to the boy's place I called PG&E and said "Yo, PG&E, I have no power. What do you figure?" I was pretty sure I had paid my bill. I usually pay my bills. PG&E said "Ooops, our mistake." They had shut down the power in my apartment because they thought that nobody lived there. Somebody had moved out at the end of September, so they shut it off. So I had to remind them that somebody new had MOVED IN at the beginning of October, and that that somebody was me, and they were very apologetic. They said they would send somebody out to turn it back on "sometime before midnight" because "this is our fault, and we're going to send someone out very soon." I decided to spend the night at the boy's house and worry about it the next morning.
The next morning my stomach was rumbling and crumbling in a very painful way. I went to the bathroom, and there were some explosions. Then I took a shower, and in the shower I almost passed out. The boy took me home and look at that, I had electricity again. But what I didn't have was health because as soon as I got home, I could hardly move, I felt so sick. Not so much sick to my stomach but sick like the flu.
We were going to wait a few hours to see if we could still cook our Thanksgiving dinner as planned. Of course we couldn't. The boy called me a few hours later and I was still lying flat on my back and couldn't move. I whined to him that I didn't want to spend Thanksgiving in bed all by myself, so he came over again and brought blueberry soup and some Simpsons DVDs to watch on his laptop, and he got into bed with me. And that's where we stayed for the rest of the day and night. And that was our Thanksgiving Day.
The next morning (Friday) I didn't feel like I had the flu anymore, but I did feel like taking it very very easy. I didn't eat much or do much that day. But one thing I did do several times that day is try to call my parents to tell them "Poor me, I got sick again" but I never got through to them. And at night I did muster up enough strength to go to our previously arranged reservation at Millennium. The meals there are tiny, but I couldn't even eat half of mine. Then we snuggled in at the boy's place to watch one of my favorite bad movies of all times, Mixed Nuts.
On Saturday morning I tried to call my parents again because I had heard that a ton of snow had landed on the part of Germany where they live, but again I couldn't get through to them. I also tried calling my aunt and my friend Julia, but their lines weren't working either. Finally I got a hold of my grandparents, who were freaking out about the snow and told me that my parents didn't have electricity. Then we went to a bakery in Twin Peaks and then on a drive down to Monterey to listen to Madonna and talk about our relationships. It was a beautiful day and drive, and we covered a lot of ground in conversation. On the way back we stopped in San Jose for some Thai food - I was finally able to eat again!
That night we watched Crash on DVD. It was sobering and depressing but also very good. I would say it's about rigthing wrongs but the boy would say that its message is that nobody is good or bad, and I agree with him.
On Sunday morning I got a hold of my mom. They had electricity again. She said the electricity was out for almost 24 hours but it wasn't too bad because they had used a camping stove to warm themselves and make coffee and sausages. She was talking like a water fall. It sounded like the whole experience had been kind of an exciting adventure for her.
On Sunday we finally cooked our Thanksgiving dinner. The cool thing about that was that this way three friends could join us instead of just one because the other two had now returned from their Thanksgiving trips. We started cooking around 1 and dinner was served around 4 or so. We had carrot soup with lots of fat, bread with pesto dip, candied sweet potatoes, panaeng curry with tofu, noodles with a spicy creamy sauce and lots of vegetables, and ice cream for dessert. Like I said, not very traditional or American but that's okay because I was the only American at the table and I'm not even a native. The other four were Finnish, and Finns don't care about stuffing or cranberry sauce. Neither do I.
After dinner we played a round of Scrabble. I almost won.
Even though I was terribly sick on Thanksgiving Day, it was a very nice and very relaxing weekend. At the end of it I felt very satisfied.
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Clump update
Several people have responded to me with tips for a clump-free colon cleanse drink. Thanks, everybody! I have finally come up with the following solution: I now keep my psyllium powder in a salt shaker! When you shake the powder out of the salt shaker, it comes out very fine and doesn't clump. Drinking the colon cleanse drink is now a pure joy. It has weird stuff in it but it tastes just like regular juice, and most importantly: No more clumps! I should be shitting out assrope in no time.
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I am a bunny
I recently walked into a bookstore and came across one of the very first books I owned: I am a Bunny. Well, I had the German version, which was called Ich bin der kleine Hase ("I am the little bunny"), but still. It seems that images that you are exposed to as a small child are tattooed onto your brain because I recognized the drawing of that mushroom as soon as I saw it. I spotted it from across the room on the cover of the book and thought right away "I know that mushroom." I walked over and opened the book and immediately more memories washed over me. I knew those purple flowers too.
I bought the book. Here is what it says:
I am a bunny. My name is Nicholas. I live in a hollow tree.
In the spring, I like to pick flowers.
I chase the butterflies, and the butterflies chase me.
In the summer, I like to lie in the sun and watch the birds.
And I like to watch the frogs in the pond.
When it rains, I keep dry under a toadstool.
I blow the dandelion seeds into the air.
In the fall, I like to watch the leaves falling from the trees.
I watch the animals getting ready for the winter.
And, when winter comes, I watch the snow falling from the sky.
Then I curl up in my hollow tree and dream about spring.
The bunny is always all by himself, somewhere in nature, and he always has a content smile on his face. It makes me so happy and I could read it again and again, just like when I was little. It took me a while to figure out why: To me the definition of happiness is to be content all by yourself and to be able to find joy in the simplest things, such as dandelion seeds or watching leaves fall. So this book, without saying it outwardly, describes what it's like to be truly happy. I think that's why I find it so soothing.
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Trigger
There is a sentence in the book In Her Shoes that I cannot read past without starting to cry. I have tried several times now, and it never fails. Here is the sentence:
They'd get their dog, Honey Bun, back, and their father would stop being allergic, and Honey Bun would sleep on a pillow on the passenger's side seat, and their father wouldn't cry anymore.
I cannot ignore the message in this moment. My father never cries but I think that he is very sad and has been for a long time, but nobody knew it, not even himself, except that I kind of did, and do, and that's why I'm crying now.
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About that colon cleanse drink
The taste and the smell aren't so bad. I can even deal with the liquid chlorophyll, which makes the whole drink muddy green. But it's the CLUMPS. The clumps are really hard for me to be with. It's not fun drinking a drink that has CLUMPS. The clumps are from the psyllium husk, which is a powder. The powder doesn't dissolve so easily in cold liquid, hence the clumps. I'm going to have to come up with a different (dis)solution.
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Post-Germany thoughts
I did a lot of talking, while I was in Germany, with my mom, my old friend Mone, my sister, my grandma, my aunt, my friend Julia, about the things I believe in, about my new theories and new insights I have found since I last saw them, about the universe, about life, the soul, fear, the meaning of everything, about how societal conditioning is fucking us all up. Now that I'm back my brain is bubbling over with information and new theories and new ideas. I think that talking so much about them has made more room for new ones. I knew that I was going home for a reason. In the car on the way to the airport as my sister and I were talking about the highly subjective polarity of "good" and "bad," my dad chimed in and said "Write that book already, Vera, about your theories."
I have posted some pictures, but not many. My brother took a picture of me lying on his folded out couch, ready to slumber and rubbing my eyes with my fists, that I can't wait to see.
Julia and I saw the movie In Her Shoes and I highly recommend it. It's a feel-good movie similar to Sliding Doors, if you ask me. Something about learning the brutal way what isn't working for you and then manifesting what does work for you. I am now reading the book , which I bought at the London airport. I wanted to pay in Euros but I would have gotten too much British change back, so I paid in Dollars.
Speaking of Gwyneth Paltrow - I love her. I might as well admit that. For years I have been trying to hide my feelings out of jealousy. But all the great things all the journalists are always saying about her - I think they're all true. She is an amazing creature. I read an article about her in Vogue magazine, and it said that she gives her one and a half year old daughter Apple a massage every day. I like that a lot.
In June for her birthday I gave my mom the German version of the book Intuition by Osho and she recently finished reading it. I had been looking forward to reading it myself and read about half of it while I was in Germany. I was planning on taking the book with me to finish it but both my aunt and my sister expressed interest in reading it as well so I left it with them.
I am very sick now with a terrible cold and a nasty feeling in my entire body. Today is my second day of missing work. While I feel disgusting physically, I am enjoying this time at home to write, read, think, and look at the fig tree outside my window whose leaves are slowly starting to fall.
The Moon Cycle Manifestation workshop is over now, and it was so much fun that I'm offering another one starting in January. Just yesterday, on the full moon, I secured the place at which it will be held, the Spiral Muse, which is in walking distance from my house.
I am also thinking about a new intuition workshop I want to teach in the new year. Robin, who has facilitated my intuitive awakening, has moved to LA and given me permission to continue what she has started in the Bay Area. So I am trying to figure out how to continue her teachings while weaving in my own flavors. For instance, her classes were called "Opening to Channel." I think mine will be called "Manifest Intuition." It's an exciting frontier I'm playing on right now.
I started doing a colon cleanse today. I'm using the recipe for the colon cleanse drink from page 167 of the book Path of Empowerment. It feels weird using ingredients that are loosely mentioned in a book WRITTEN BY ALIENS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION, but hey, that's what I'm doing these days. My friend Starrie has been doing it, using the same recipe from the same book, and she has seen some great results, such as lots of gross stuff exiting her body and her lower abdomen visibly shrinking in size. Here is the recipe:
A potent yet safe colon cleanse drink can be made by mixing six ounces of organic non-citrus fruit juice with an equal amount of good, pure, non-fluorinated water to make twelve ounces total. Add the liquid to a jar along with one tablespoon of each of the following: liquid chlorophyll, concentrated aloe vera juice, hydrated bentonite, and psyllium hulls. Cover the jar, shake the mixture well, and then drink the concoction within a few minutes.
-Barbara Marciniak, Path of Empowerment, page 167
Sounds pretty straight forward considering it comes from EXTRATERRESTRIALS. And I like that I can still eat food while I'm cleansing. I do NOT need to be starving myself, no thank you.
I think that's it for now. Any questions?
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.: posted by Vera
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My boyfriend at his finest
Last night, lying on my bed after he picked me up from the airport:
Me: So did you miss me?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Why?
Him: Because you were away.
He is nothing if not logical.
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I'm back and my mom has pictures
Geschwister 2
Originally uploaded by Ulla Fleischer.
I finally taught my mom how to upload pictures to Flickr and label them with titles and descriptions. It looks like she is having a lot of fun. I always knew she would!
This picture is of myself and my brother during the first night of my visit.
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I'm in Germany
I arrived around noon yesterday after sleeping through the whole flight and then decided to sleep all afternoon even though it was beautiful and sunny outside and there were dahlias in my mom's garden.
Other things I have done so far:
- Started reading Intuition by Osho, a book I had given my mom for her birthday
- Watched that movie with Ben Affleck and Samuel L. Jackson
- Watched a pseudo-reality show about German cubicle life
- Visited my 88-year-old grandma and noticed that her house had been painted yellow on the outside
- Noticed that blogger.com is in German
Things I am still planning on doing:
- Have breakfast with my grandparents
- Have lunch with my aunt and uncle who are serendipitously in town tomorrow from Hamburg (I haven't seen them since 1998)
- See my oldest girlfriend, Mone, about whom I still dream a lot
- Take the train to Düsseldorf and spend the night at my friend Julia's bachelor pad
- See my aunt Inge, who is a homeopathic, and do a reading on one of her patients
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