animal healing · palliative lightwork

Asking for help is never easy

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But I’m doing so. Lost another job due to my health, this time because of COVID, and I’m really between a rock and a hard place when it comes to paying bills next month. I’ve thought about doing a GoFundMe, but really, who wants to give money to someone so they can stay home when they themselves are more than likely being forced to go to work in this crazy time? I’d rather DO something for the money, and that means it’s time for a win/win situation for both of us.

From today until at least August 15th, all sessions, including Dare, are Pay What You Can. The Retainer Package is 1/2 price. Purchase a session via PayPal or Venmo, and I’ll get back to you within 24 hours (most likely sooner) to set up a time.

Thank you for your help, and for allowing me to be of service to you or your pet!!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

covid · palliative lightwork

What day is it?

I’ve lost track of days and dates; it’s quite easy to do when you don’t really have a schedule to speak of. I brought the trash can in today, so it must be Tuesday.

We both home tested again today, and he’s negative, but I’m still positive. I expected as much because I got sick after he did. I’m still dealing with an on-and-off sense of smell and taste, and when the smoky smell gets strong, I get one of those tension headaches again. I’m really, really quite over them. Ouch.

We’ve both decided that it’s really not safe for me to go back to work, but at the same time the money issue won’t stop rearing its ugly head, ya know? I’m really over this dilemma, too.

I was going through my desktop because it’s lagging badly, and I came across a video (well, 3) that I’d saved from when I briefly had a YouTube channel a while ago. I can’t upload it here unless I get a more expensive plan, it wouldn’t upload to IG or Twitter, but Tumblr, all hail Tumblr!, did with no problem!

So here’s a video I did about energy healing – aka, sending light, palliative lightwork.

https://eavesdownabbey.com/post/690234681252364288/i-didnt-realize-id-saved-this-from-when-i-had-a

It’s weird to watch myself because I notice things that I really never have even after decades of pictures and looking in the mirror. I guess the movement of talking makes them noticeable.

I hope all is well with you, and give a look at the energy healing I do! There are drop down pages that explain more for each subcategory, too.

Hope to help you soon!

Pip ✨🌻🫖

palliative lightwork

A trip down memory lane

Found a notebook in which I’d listed notes about the first sessions I did when I took the chance and began doing energy work.

I love this cover

©Pip Miller

©Pip Miller

I’m not sure why these pictures are so dark because they actually aren’t.

Darlene was my very first session, and her amazing feedback gave me the courage to ask more people, sometimes multiple people a day – hell, anytime anyone mentioned not feeling right, I was offering! I was so in awe of what they were telling me that I just couldn’t stop.

There are more pages, and I’m so glad I wrote these down because I’d forgotten some of them. And Zack, he cracked me up. He had a sore thumb, so I offered to help, he sat down, I took his hand, and almost immediately he looked up at me with huge eyes. I asked what??, thinking something was wrong, and he said the pain was gone, stood up, and walked right out of the room, through the store, and out the front door. I don’t think he ever came back on my workdays. Must have freaked him out. 😂

And the woman with the sinus problem (allergies) was sooooo excited that she could smell that she gave me a whopping $60 for the few minutes I worked with her (I never charged, but nearly everyone gave me $20)! She was practically jumping for joy.

In other news, COVID has been…not fun. My guy is feeling much better and I’m having symptoms he’s not (I think I mentioned that in my last post). I do feel better overall (thank goodness that headache finally went away), the only disconcerting thing is I still get lightheaded and dizzy fairly easily, especially in still air, or if I move too fast. I’ve been ranting a bit on Twitter at our state’s Dept of Health, because the guy in charge is seriously downplaying the virus, AND the spread of monkeypox, which according to Dr Eric Feigl-Ding, has exploded more in the past few months than over the past 20 or 30 decades. And has doubled in cases in the US in just 2 days. So yeah, I’m a little pissy with the Health Dept right now.

Ok, a lot pissy. I admit it. But dammit, it’s their job to keep us informed about what’s going on, not sugar-coat things and pretend all is well. That’s for the CDC to do. 🙄

I’d best stop before I get all riled up again.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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Oooh, I almost forgot! I’ve lost my sense of taste and smell (so freaking weird to experience, let me tell you!), and I have a friend (Cheri of the Retainer story) who has also lost hers. So we’re doing 3 sessions to see if it helps her as it did another friend, Pam, earlier this year. A little bit later it dawned on me that I could taste coffee, and when I walked into a room, smell a bit! I’m really interested to see if doing the other sessions on Cheri are going to help me more, too! I mean, I’m assuming they’re connected because it I hadn’t had even a tiny bit of either taste or smell before the session.

I love this work! I hope you’ll allow me to help you, too, soon! And don’t forget that I help animals, too!

With love and hope, again,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – July 2022

covid

Starting again

I’d just gotten into the groove of blogging again, then had to go to work, and that blew the momentum.

Then.

THEN.

My guy got sick Wed (a cold from the swamp cooler being on all night), I woke up Saturday nasty sick, tested and got the faint positive. I was negative Friday. Son of a…

Made him test. Yeah, not a cold. Friggin’ COVID.

I tested again Sunday, full-on positive.

*insert a whole lot of sweary swears…a LOT*

I have been insanely diligent. Like, that weird person who always wears a mask when no one else does. Why? Anemia. Asthma. A 4-year old who I’ll be damned was going to get it from some unthinking move of mine. I even wear a mask in my own house at times. I’m that person.

You can imagine I am far from a happy camper. There isn’t a picture to insert in this post that really shows how I feel.

And goddammit, please stop saying “it’s a cold” and that it’s “mild”. It’s not, and even asymptomatic people get the gnarly aftereffects like heart damage and blood clots. And for the love of all that is….STOP SAYING “POST-COVID NORMAL”. There’s no bloody such thing. Cases are exploding, the new variants are more transmissible than EVER, and people are talking about visiting family, going to fairs, hitting up conventions and flying without masks and… BTW, if you’re following the CDC’s guidance, stop. Immediately. They’re pure bullshit now.

I’m livid. That’s really what it comes down to. No, we don’t know for certain where it came from, but it doesn’t really matter. A lone masked person really has no defense against a world of unmasked and “over it” people.

I’m 3 days in, nearly fainted 3 times in one day, can’t get hot or I get dizzy, have a constant metallic taste in my mouth, food doesn’t agree with me* (my pajamas are falling off), and my torso hurts like hell from coughing. And the tension headache that today comes and goes, had me wishing for someone to put me out of my misery Saturday and Sunday. The only thing that sort of helped was a cold, wet cloth on my forehead as I curled up directly in front of the fan. I’m basically bed-bound because it’s never cool enough in the living room; the bedroom is the only place I feel ok. Which means my guy, the person I’m caregiver for, is now doing what he can around the house, and it’s so not easy for him. His symptoms (except the cough) are nearly gone now (and they were really bad Thursday and Friday), but me, I keep coming up with new stuff, like trying to shoo a fly out of the bathroom made me lightheaded. I was just standing there. Not running around. Standing. And shooing. What the hell?

It has to be the anemia. Fuuuuck.

And the “post-COVID” oblivion/bullshit lie people have chosen to live in.

I feel like blocking anyone who doesn’t live safely and with the knowledge that this virus can get you out of the blue, no matter how diligent you are.

In anger, lots of anger,

Pip 😷😷😷

©Pip Miller – July 2021

*pudding! I can eat pudding! And the metallic taste goes away just long enough so it doesn’t taste nasty. I’m so happy!

PS: I will be talking more about the healing work, cuz home and no income. Need a session, anyone?

hobbit life

In my head, it’s fall

It must be because of the quiet, cozy, slice-of-life blogs I’ve been reading. I get lost in reading about cups of tea, cool mornings, comfy sweaters, and then look up it’s and blinding sunlight and nearly 100F. Maybe I belong in the Pacific Northwest. I wouldn’t be able to take the muggy, sticky summers of New England anymore: 3 decades of life in the high desert southwest has me feeling that 25% is high humidity. *snort*

BTW, that whole “it’s a dry heat” thing? Hot is hot. Believe me. And honestly, as uncomfortable as 100F is here, 90F in NE with 100% humidity is brutal. Suffocating, even.

I had so many things to do today, and instead I feel as if there isn’t a drop of energy anywhere in my body. I sent my sister light for her birthday, and that perked me up for a while. Days like this make me wonder how I’m going to do back in the workforce – a necessity that I continue to block out on one level, acting as if Tuesday won’t come. Instead I keep adding up in my head how many clients it would take for me to be able to stay home, and then getting sad again.

Glaring at me until I feed her

The cat has decided that she needs to be fed 3x a day, a decision I vehemently disagree with, especially since I’d been feeding her dry food for a while and it always makes her gain weight. She loves Fancy Feast (the wheat-free ones) so much that she’d happily eat a can every few hours. Ain’t happening. So now she perches on the small table and stares at me, hoping that will guilt me into feeding her. Nope.

My Dry July partner didn’t even make it a day, so that’s a blow. I’ll have to be that much more determined, and more of anything but rest is not something for which I have spoons or bandwidth. So very, very many forks and not a spoon in sight.

And now it’s time to figure out dinner. Ramen, anyone?

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

©Pip Miller – July 2022

hobbit life

Hello there, July!

It’s been a quiet day, though I had a slew of errands to run this morning. Bank, UPS to return a horrible pair of Lee jeans (they’ve changed them and I am not a fan) to Amazon, library, bookstore, thrift store (scored a new pair of my favorite jeans!! Take that new Lee’s), and the grocery store. Luckily I know the grocery store well enough that rarely does any bit of shopping take more than 10 minutes (the monster shopping trips are relegated to pickup at Smith’s), so all in all the errands took an hour or so.

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When I have days like that, inevitably the pain kicks in not long after, and lasts all day. Fibromyalgia? We’re not sure, but it fits. So I spent the day reading, sending light, and just now, while making dinner, started to catch up on some of the ‘quiet’ blogs I read…and boom! This post by Melanie Leavey* says exactly how I feel, and I just had to share it. I’d just checked in on Twitter not long before reading it, and remembered that I was going to take a break from my public account for a while; part of what she writes is why. The blog is mine (even if I lose the domain name next month…not sure yet), and blogs are a sort of safe place to be in this awful time, filled with screaming people, both in fear and anger. As the running joke goes, screaming into the void is no longer an answer because the void is full.

I wish you well in these turbulent times, and hope you have somewhere to secure your anchor.

With love and hope,

Pip 🌻✨🫖

*I really like her books and just finished reading ‘Sea Bride’.

©Pip Miller – July 2022