By  on March 16, 2007

Twenty-five years ago, I had my aura balanced, and I thought the whole thing was preposterous. The dangling of a pendulum above various body parts to determine their energy charges, the placement of crystals in plastic cases upon those parts to correct deviant charges. Please.

I was snickering so much the little boxes were jiggling upon my prone body. But then I relaxed and listened to the whale songs playing in my private room. When the practitioner entered the room about 40 minutes later, I did not want him to remove those boxes. I felt glorious. Meditative. Transcendent.

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