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

It’s a gorgeous spring day

And I’m sitting in bed. Yesterday I was running an errand, and out of the blue my hips and legs decided they were done with the endeavor. I barely made it to the car, and getting in and out of it was extremely difficult. Fibromyalgia is an umbrella term for a cornucopia of symptoms, and I’m not sure if this is part of it, or it’s something completely new and different. Fun. Not.

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I really want to go outside and sit in the sun, especially since the air is ok today. The fires to the north of us are horrible, and I can’t even imagine trying to breathe in the smoke. It’s particularly disturbing because spring in New Mexico basically means ‘windy’, and with everything so dry, the fires have a lot to feed on. I hope they can get them under control, but it’s not looking good.

I haven’t been sending much light since I decided to stop offering to help for free, and this does not make me happy at all. Every time I tweet that it “fills me with joy” to help others, I’m not just saying that; it really does. It’s like the light/energy flowing through me also gives me a boost, too…and I miss it. A lot.

I’m still certain that my retainer plan is one hell of an amazing deal, but I haven’t forgotten that single sessions are important, too. I just want to help; that’s really what it comes down to.

I think I may see if I can make it to the porch and read for a while. Be safe out there, everyone…and please, wear your masks. You may not think it’s important for you, but it is for the vulnerable around you. We depend on each other, so let’s be kind and take care of others by being smart ourselves, ok?

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – May 2022