I lay some purgative herbs tied in a bunch with party ribbon, and homegrown nasturium seeds, as well as a short poem that I have composed and torn up, dotted with my favorite perfume. Sitting back on his heels, he looks in pleasure at what we've arranged. If I can charge up the energy of this place in some mysterious subtle way, that's great. But I'm also healing my own ignorance and numbness about it, and that's part of the excitement for me. There are many different kinds of healing.
Healing is to help someone who is sick.
Healing is to eliminate the mental and psychic blocks or traumas that wound someone psychically so that they can't function. And also, healing is to bring beauty and truth to a person or to a site, and that's one that I like to think that I specialize in. A chance turn finds us face to face with a notorious thrift store. Knocking over a box inside, Brezsny stoops to find that disgusting little His and Hers sex-panties sized to fit dolls have spilled out. We buy them.