Dear Dr. Skillas,
REcently a friend shared your book with me -- asking me what I thought of it.
I agree, oh yes, no problem with accepting this work.

I've worked at massage -- eventually recognized as healing work for years.
Burnt out a few years back.
I have a question for you Sir.

How do you protect yourself from taking on others malign energies?
There is water, dancing, praying, latihans, intentions,
oh isn't it so that when the energies are well received the practitioner feels
wonderfully charged themselves.
To illustrate I mention the woman who didn't want to live.
I had enormous and public success when her cancer disappeared.
And yet, she did not want to live. I considered the time allowed us, for she
did have many other serious problems, to be for the mending of the
family and to be allowed to leave without guilt, sorrow, anger, etc.
It was a beautiful passing.
Toward the end of my employment I would walk in the door and nearly pass out.
I was good-for-nothing in that environment... (let go when the beneficiaries decided
she would spend $$ all before she died). WE all learned a lot at that time.

do you have any suggestions? or am I just loosing too much energy
to continue? thanks , June noble
http://junebugmoon.blogspot.com/

> claude steele> > When people are challenged in an area they care deeply about> fear of confirming negative steretypes can hurt their> performance> university of michigan/affirmative action
when I went to the art museum
and saw the art recognized from a difficult for me night
of doing massage on a couple of much wealth
and no small regard here in Indy.
I said something which makes me cringe
it was in response to my reaction -- an emotional reaction to
a night long ago.
I blew it and now bless it.
I charged $75 at that time for an outcall... dragging that massage table around town
taking music, oils, sheets and checking the oil in the car.
oh lord... I am tired merely remembering it. the money helped.
what a life. what a reputation

when I came home from massage training
EVERY night the county prosecutor made
headlines and the television newscast
by 'busting' massages 'parlors'
and there were times when I simple couldn't say what it was I did
there were times when I wrote on my new white dress
what I did and what my phone number was....

but the overall strong and snooty image of massage was:
Good Girls Don't Do Dat.


there were a few moments when I wished I'd even known about the Cayce school in Virginia Beach for those folks would have (perhaps) a more spiritual view of massage.

of my buddy Cliff using me as a guinea pig for his therapy
he spent a fortune learning this stuff and was so desirous of
finding his own way in this changing world to achieve his potential
and to connect with what he felt was a dawning of a new age...
I am happy to share his new path with those who might enjoy this
enthusiasm,
the story was our working regarding the death of my brother.
when we were done I was a mess... but the next day
my other brother called me to ask: "why did you bring our brother back?" he sobbed.
oh lord. lots happened. My brother went put his girlfriend on the phone
to describe our deceased brother... who she had never seen.
Our brother walked through the door of their apartment and proceeded to tell them:
"June sent me. I want you to know I'm alright and to love each other."

It took me the better part of the day to call my sister and tell her what had happened
because Barry my brother had been so upset I sure didn't want to deal with that
kind of emotion on a long distance phone call. I called Holly.
"Holly, Barry saw David... " and she replied: "I did too, today in my meditation.
he was standing right in front of me and told me he was ok and to know he
loved me; he knew I loved him.

so. David didn't tell Holly I sent him... cause Holly was already meditating for him
god bless. the experience was difficult, perhaps something like that was the basis
for the movie WHAT DREAMS MAY COME... where Robin Williams goes to Hell
to get his wife out. lovely. I believe it. I believe we helped Move the energy of
an loving intelligent sensitive young man out of sub-heaven and onto a place
of better learning. I have seen him (once) when doing a self healing session
when I called on the white brotherhood... (includes Jesus and Melchizedek)
and understood it to be a continuation of his desire to be a doctor.
for the bed was surrounded by energies called and willing to help.
and one of those energies looked/felt like my brother.

thanks Cliff,

This is a long ago tale... and I want to witness the need for such a position
of trust established in our community/state/culture. This is needed for all
those children abandoned, mothers left. In Indianapolis we have a billion to spend
on a stadium for football yet, the shelters for mothers with children are ignored.
Is getting better. admittedly, and yet... they need rested, nourished bodies in order to
be a better parent. Nutrition is mightily helpful with many behavior challenges, (and smells)
here in a nutshell is an idea worth attaching to the dollars flowing out of the
public wells. thanks>>>

A watchdog standing guard

This is a symbol of the involibility of experience as dramatized
for each individual through the social sanctions and legal rights on which he may count his own personal affairs. Community integrity requires the strengthening of each separate participant in its common functions so that he/she
may stand ready to protect and reinforce his fellows to the extent of his
capacity in each moment of crises. Effective living is a cooperative activity such as will stimulate the highest response from all.

uprighteousness/probity

positive- is unswearving faithfulness to ideals and a real determination to
achieve them

negative - unfriendly instincts & groundless suspicion.

His toes scared me.
I hadn't checked out his toes. I thought I knew him.
But he didn't have the toes I remembered, the toes that excited me.
Those toes! When I first saw the toes--my heart held its' breath
while I pledged to love always--I'd found the guy. those toes.

Here I am after spending last night with the fellow, and playing
'how many times in one night?' .
Enough times for mr. Cryogenic to warm up by morning.
He left and I was left unable to function... all day swept away
conjuring up the all-night-long: 'how together can we get game'.
I tried to recall how pretzel-like we were. It seemed impossible.

When I first saw the toes, (the other guys toes, the neptune ruling toes)
--my heart held its' breath
while I pledged to love always--I'd found the guy.
Oh, my! I thought I knew him. I thought I was so smart and aware;
and had uncovered his disguise by noticing the similar tummy
atop long slim legs. Oh no. His toes scare me.

I mustn't acknowledge my sudden apprehension... I mustn't make him go away.
I like having him around. His body twisted around me in the night holding
onto me like a crab holds onto his meal... under water. I was under water
all night long. It felt so comfortable. His holding me so tightly was unfamiliar and
yet, he isn't the one. He doesn't have the toes I saw that night of
the Holiday Inn Room 21 filled with unearthly shimmering lights of joyous hearts
bounding together with pleasure I had never imagined.

thanks god for allowing me that vision, feeling, promise, connection,
link to the gods jolly glandular tryst. oh joy.
I searched and searched and thought I've been found and no.
The other messenger from the gods had a first toe bigger than his second toe.
Or is his magic so powerful he can have me: see: 'what ever she want/needs to see".

Buck did tell me: "baby, we'll say anything to get in."
Buck was smart... he told me so himself. Being a John Hopkins dude
while still a child, granted a big child. oh lala.

Yo, this blog is for the greatest Grandma in the whole world! Write away on this blog Grandma!