So... Some of y'all who read this know me, but for the rest of yall...
Hi. I'm a Chi Artist.
I know that sounds weird and arrogant.
Hear me out.
When I was 12. I have this memory of standing in the shallow end of a public pool... Trying to get my palms to turn off.
I had just attuned to level 2 reiki.
And unh... yeah... Turning 'em off? Such a hard task.
These days I just radiate.
That being said.
I do not look like, mmmm, your standard 9-5 wageslave.
I have a tattoo on my palm.
I have a septum ring.
I have 5'+ long dreadlocks.
My beard probably has its own ecosystem.
So I went to the local nursing home to try to volunteer.
I didn't care what they wanted done... Just wanted to help. Feel wanted/needed/productive.
Talked to a gentleman about volunteering as a reiki practicioner... or... just some asshole pulling shit from a tall shelf.
I mean lets be real. I don't really care what needs to be done, but its a way to make time tap the fuck out.
Anyway.
"We'll be sure to call you back" turned into... you guessed it... nothing.
No call to say "sorry no thanks we dont need any volunteers right now"
No nothing.
I ask to give friends reiki, and other energetic healing arts...
I mean...
So at the bar the other night I met someone who was interested in energy work enough to ask for a diagnosis of what ailed them. They knew, but it was a test. So I stepped up to the plate.
I put my hands out. Palm to palm. We stood there in the crowded bar as the band played, and we SWAYED. I lead them in space and time, and the movements between us told me a story.
When I stopped... they asked what I thought was wrong.
I thought a second.
Your intestines.
STUNNED SHOCK.
The issue?
A acupoint on her girdling vessel... preventing transfer of energy between yin and yang heal meridians.
I know exactly where the problem is.
I know how to fix it.
They have my number.
Do they call?
They suffer.