FLASH SALE!!!

Yep, you read that right! Starting at today at noon MST until noon MST on Wednesday, the Dare Sessions are 50% off!

Seriously! FIFTY PERCENT!!!

Don’t miss out, because this won’t happen again. Nope, not ever. Last time!

I can’t wait to be of service in your healing journey!!

Click here to purchase your session, and I will contact you within 24 hours (most times it’s within a few hours) to set up your appointment!

©Pip Miller – September 2018

 

One Card for a Coffee!

I’m trying out something new and fun, and wanted to let you guys in on it, too! In exchange for a cup of coffee, I’ll pull a card and tell you what I get from it. No question from you, just tapping into my intuition. So far the feedback for the two I’ve done has been wonderful, and one of them freaked both myself and the person out completely!

So if you want to give it a try for a mere $3.00, click on the link above and we’ll get to it!

 

Mini Energetic Boost Sessions

I’ve noticed over the years that many of the sessions I do are short ones while talking to someone in a store or to a neighbor, and they really seem to help a lot. So I thought I’d offer mini sessions of 15 minutes for $15. Just something to give your body’s innate healing ability a boost. You’d be surprised what your own body is capable once it’s given a jumpstart!

Interested? Here’s the PayPal link, and I’ll contact you asap to set up a time!

 

Selling My Prized Possession

Because I’m in a pretty big financial “Oh, shit!” situation right now. It’s one of the limited collector’s edition of Ciro Marchetti’s Gilded Reverie Lenormand that was self-published before US Games mass market edition. It was given to me a few years ago, and I’ve been too afraid to use it (it was slightly used when I received it) because of its worth. The cards are in fabulous condition, but on one side you can see where the previous owner shuffled them a bit. The box has the original tissue and ribbon, too. This is one-of-a-kind due to the inscription on the bag, and they are no longer available. It’s breaking my heart to sell it, to be quite honest, but it’s either sell this or sell my car.

Original box and ribbon

 

I’m asking $450.00, payable via PayPal (non-negotiable due to PayPal fees and shipping costs). I prefer to ship within the US due to the shipping rates, but we can discuss this. Please, only serious inquiries. I’ve already had the spam emails from Craigslist…argh.

I also have 3 Filofaxes for sale. One A5 Chameleon in Red (can’t find them anymore), a personal purple Malden lovingly used and sadly being sold, and a pocket Kingfisher Blue Metropol (can’t find them, either. The A5 is $100.00, the Malden is $$65.oo, and the Metropol is 75.00.

Soft fake leather. Cleans easily and holds up being thrown in a purse like a dream. My very first Filofax.

 

Letting Go

9 years ago this month I discovered that I was able to help others feel better, and a wonderful chapter in my life began.

Last week, I came to terms with the fact that I am not an entrepreneur, and while I still love helping others feel better, I really, really suck at the marketing myself part. Lol!

I’m letting it go. No more worrying about SEO, content, the perfect time to tweet, which platforms work best…all of it. I’m done. And honestly, I’ve felt amazingly free since I made the decision. I get online IF I want to, tweet or Instagram IF I want to, don’t fret about crafting the perfect blog post…none of it.

If I’m asked to help someone, sure, of course I will! But I’m done trying to be something I’m not.

I can breathe again. 🙂

Pip

 

 

So This Is What A BIG Fibromyalgia Flare Feels Like

Make. It. Go. Away.

Please.

Oh, my gosh, everything, and I do mean everything, hurts. Even my eyeballs. And my feet hurt so much this morning I could barely walk. I’ve never had it feel this bad before…this is…there aren’t even words for this. And my tremors are off the charts at the moment (you should see all the deletes I’m doing as I type this). If I was still working, I would have had to call off because there’s simply no way I would have made it through the day.

The sad thing is, SO many people, especially women, have fibromyalgia and this is a normal day for them. If this is a portent of how things are going to be from now on, can I just curl up in a ball and cry for a while? When my dr. confirmed I had this, she said she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy, and as it was fairly low-level for me at the time, I didn’t understand the sentiment as well as I do today.

Image from pctechmag.com

In other news, I’m returning to a description that I used to use for the healing sessions: Prismatic Healing. Why that name? Because many, many people see colors as they are receiving light, and not just the usual purple or white, but my cousin saw apple green and someone else saw bubblegum pink! In my mind, I see the light flowing into me as gold, sparkly light, and it prisms out of my hands, filling the person with whatever color meets their needs at the time. And so we have Prismatic Healing! I almost chose Prismatic Energy Healing, but an informal Twitter poll chose the former with an almost clean sweep.

June is over, and all sessions except Dare are back to $1.00 a minute, with a 20-minute minimum. I hope you’ll check out the pages about what I do! I look forward to helping you feel better!

With hope,

Pip 🙂

 

 

PS: is anyone else having formatting issues on WordPress? If I click on the icon to center text or move it to the right, they don’t work.

You Shouldn’t Accept Money for Energy Work

I discovered the ability to help others feel better back in 2009, and I’ve heard that line more times than I can count. The reason being either…

1: It’s a gift from God/the Universe/Spirit, so you can’t charge.

2: You can’t guarantee results.

Valid statements, but they miss the crucial point: my (and every other energy worker out there’s) time is valuable. And while, yes, everyone has the ability to help others and it is something innate in all of us, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pay the one doing the work for you for their time.

The vast majority of people can cook, can write, can dip a paintbrush into paint and swipe it across a canvas; does that mean you shouldn’t pay for your meal at a restaurant, your secretary for taking your phone messages, the artist for the painting they created? Of course not!

As for guarantees; of course we can’t. No one can. Your doctor can’t guarantee results, ever. Every human is different, everyone experiences medications differently (I react quite badly to most of them, even the ones specific to an issue), and not one single doctor will ever say, “I guarantee this will work. Quote me on that.” because that would be foolish and open them up to lawsuits.

I would never promise results because technically I am not doing the work – your soul and the energies of the universe are working together to give you the best boost to your innate healing that you are willing to accept; I’m just the facilitator for that boost. Say what? All that means is that if you really, on a subconscious level, don’t really want to feel better, then no medication or energy work in the world will help you feel better. It just doesn’t work that way.

That still doesn’t mean that your doctor’s time isn’t valuable, or that an energy worker’s isn’t, either. Many of us have health issues of our own, and being able to do this work and make a living at it is what makes it possible to pay our rent and buy groceries when we can’t go out and work for others. I lost my job because of my tremors and fibromyalgia and their resulting problems. I have difficulty typing, which is needed to do the sit-down work I used to do, I don’t have the physical ability to do the retail work anymore, and every single time I step out the front door my tremors kick into third gear, making finding work incredibly difficult, if not impossible. Being able to work from home has saved so many of us!

Most energy workers battle within themselves over whether or not to charge, whether those statement above are right, whether what they do actually has value, and, since the world equates the money you make with your worth, it can start a pretty nasty spiral down into the world of self-esteem and self-worth.

We just need to remember that we are valuable, and so is the service we provide!!

We bring light to the world, and every beacon of light is needed. 🙂

With hope,

Pip 🙂

 

PS: Today and tomorrow are the last days of the 30-minute or less free sessions! After tomorrow, free sessions will disappear forever. Girl’s got bills to pay. 😉

 

From Despair to Hope

While working out a plan for blogging more often, one of the prompts I decided upon is “How do I feel?”, and let me tell you…lately, it’s despair. I was scrolling through quotes on Goodreads about despair, and this jumped out:

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi

I sit, reading Twitter frequently, holding back tears and the screams that long to be given voice…and then, when I’m just about to burst, I remember that I can do something to help.

I send light.

It’s a simple thing, it helps me feel better, and it definitely helps the other person feel better. When I remember to “be the light”, I become the light. Does that make sense? The light fills me as it is flowing through me, and for that space in time, I am the light and I feel calm and joyful and filled with hope again.

I would love to help you feel hope again, too, even if it’s just for an afternoon. The sessions are still free until Saturday, midnight MST, don’t forget. Here’s how to get one!

With hope,

Pip  🙂

©Pip Miller – June 2018

Summer Solstice

The past weeks have been…I don’t really think there is a word for it. I’m sure another language has the perfect word for being horrified, despairing, raging, and heartbroken all in one, but I don’t know what it is.

Today, though, today is the solstice. When we have the longest day of the year. Tons of sun. Which, quite frankly, for someone living in the high desert of the southwest, is not necessarily a good thing. Melting comes to mind.

You know what, I’m going to be honest…I had a post all ready in my head about the balance of day and night, how it was the Hanged Man, the still point…and then as I started writing this, I realized I had the wrong time of the year. Yes, I’ve been that distracted lately. I find myself driving and getting lost in my head, as if I’m daydreaming; I go to the grocery store and almost start wandering aimlessly, as if I’ve lost my memory.

I haven’t, but it feels like it. Concentrating is difficult lately, and I’m finding that sometimes when I stand up it feels as if I’ve sprained one ankle or the other, and I haven’t. A friend with fibro says it’s a symptom of it, and all I can think is, great, yet another pain.

Oh, I restarted my Instagram account because I needed the app on my phone for the bookstore’s account, and well…in for a penny, in for a pound, right? As soon as I posted about the free sessions, I received an email that someone had bought a cup of coffee/aka sparkling water. Yeah, the power of Instagram is amazing, so I’m trying to use it more. Plus, Twitter, which I love, is so full of everything that’s going on, and pictures are a nice distraction quite frankly.

I hope you’re all doing well.

With hope,

Pip

©Pip Miller – June 2018

PS: Did you see A Knight’s Tale?

~Kate: With hope. Love should end with hope. My husband, God rest him, told me something I’ll never forget.

(in a letter): Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you’re gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.~

So my sign off will now be “With hope”. I’ve always loved that bit of the movie.

 

Shyness and Tremors and Brain Farts…

Oh, my!

I rewrote my home page the other day, and since then I’ve been thinking about my shyness. It’s causes me to actually be afraid of speaking for fear of saying something that will cause me to feel embarrassed and stupid.

I’ve lived my entire life with that feeling. I’ve become somewhat less worried about what others think as the years have gone by, but it’s still there, lurking beneath every word I’m about to say, just waiting to whisper, “Yep, you did it again, you idiot. Can’t you say anything right?? See how they’re looking at you? That’s cuz you’re dumb. You should just shut up. Always.” It sucks when you’re own mind attacks you.

My tremors began 25 years ago after my divorce, and one of the side-effects of this lovely disease/affliction/annoyance…I don’t even know what to call it…is that it affects your memory. As in, you forget words.

Do you see where I’m going here?

I can be mid-sentence, and all of a sudden a word that was right there in my head took a left turn (I’d say at Albuquerque, but I’m already here) and got lost on the way to my mouth, and something completely inane comes out if I don’t catch myself in time to just let the sentence die off*. Suddenly ‘pencil’ becomes ‘yellow thing..writes…eraser…’ if I’m lucky. Most times a word comes out that is so ridiculous that I blush beet red and want to sink into a deep hole right then and there. Embarrassment on an epic level.

I’d love to think these are just normal brain farts, but it’s happening more and more, and as a result the shyness is kicking back in again with a vengeance. I was using alcohol to give that ‘don’t care’ buffer, but I’m trying very hard not to drink anymore, so I’m kind of stuck here, swimming in anxiety over speaking, even to my guy or friends. I find myself hermitting (I know it’s not a verb, but it should be) more and more, and prefer texting over calling.

The weirdest thing? I can send someone light to help them with their anxiety, but I can’t help myself. Is that like a psychic who can’t foresee their own future? At this rate, “This Hobbit’s Life” is going to become “This Hobbit’s Hermitage”. 😉

Anyway…not really sure where I was going with all this, it just popped into my head this morning and wanted to be written down.

Much love,

Pip 🙂

©Pip Miller – May 2018

 

*Someone posted the word for that on Twitter just the other day, but I can’t find it now.

PS: the first icon was made by someone called “lit-gal” on Live Journal, the second one I made, and the third one I have no idea. I know they’re small, but they fit what I’m writing, plus, hello, Firefly! 🙂