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Thanks to the gorgeous and gifted Anthea Hardwick, I am now a level 2 Hawaiian ka huna masseur. These past six days have been an absolutely intense and wonderful set of days. Hardcore physical work, but even more work in the emotional realm.<\/p>\n
Just so you know, I’m now as highly qualified in the art of ka huna massage as most masseurs working in salons around the country. As soon as I get a massage table, I’ll be offering my services professionally. At first, I’ll be scheduling two or three massages a week. Each session is an hour and a half. And in my experience, once you’ve had a ka huna massage, you won’t want any other kind of massage. That’s what happened to me.<\/p>\n
About five years ago, I visited the Festival of Out of Mind, Body and Soul (okay… private joke… it’s actually called the Festival of Body, Mind and Spirit), and Anthea had a stall set up there, with massage beds. And she was offering free sample massages. So I took the bait, got a sarong on, stripped down to nothing BUT the sarong in the middle of this festival, got on the bed, and Kearn Bamber gave me fifteen minutes of the best massage I’d experienced until then. Wow!<\/p>\n
But it’s more than that. Since I was around 11 years old, I’ve been mystically inclined, and somewhat psychic. But I’m also a major skeptic. So I tend to buck against New Age stuff. Most practitioners of new age mumbo jumbo realllllly piss me off. Many are well-meaning, and really do have some gifts. But a lot are plain ole charlatans out for a buck.<\/p>\n
So I’ve really spent much of my life resisting being a shaman. I’ve read tarot since I was a kid. I’ve channeled my healing abilities by volunteering and training as a crisis counsellor. People tend to come up to me and tell me things they tell noone else.<\/p>\n