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I just can’t quit you

Madame Weebles —  September 11, 2012 — 169 Comments

Well, that ended up being a much shorter blogging break than I anticipated.  It’s your fault, you know.  That’s why I’m going all Brokeback Mountain on your asses.

I did!  I missed you all very much.  (Except maybe you.  And you there—get your hand out of your pants and zip up.)

Thank you all so much for your wonderful, touching comments, and big hugs to everyone who sent personal emails.  And an extra batch of big hugs to Cathy, for the stunningly revitalizing reiki session.  Also, a huge vat of buttered noodles to Brother Jon for the shoutout on Sunday.  I’ll say it again: You guys are awesome.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.  I’ve been deeply humbled by the outpouring of kindness from everyone.

It got me thinking . . . why should I deprive myself of the joy of your company?  As long as I make sure to take time for all the other things I want and need to do, there’s no reason I can’t blog too.  Everything in moderation, that’s all.

I’ve been ridiculously, almost comically productive over the past week.  The momentum is powering my mojo again.  A lot faster than I expected.  I feel great.

And I got a pedicure—the first one I’ve had in well over a year.  I chose a rich, dark red polish color called “Head Mistress.”

So I’m back.  Get ready for Madame Weebles 2.0.

I’ve held off on posting about this because until recently, the search terms that bring people to my blog haven’t been all that funny.  But now I have a pretty decent crop to share with you.  None of them are dirty or really demented, though.  That disappoints me.  Obviously I’ll have to increase the naughty content here to get some good keywords for next time.

I’ve cut & pasted these directly from the stats page, no editing.  Thanks, crazy Internet people!

what is the psychic word for weebles
I think it’s “Veebles.”

whats is the metaphiscal word for weebles
Wow.  I would like to peer inside this person’s head to see what prompted this question.

what does it mean when everytime u see a weeble in yur house u think of a person
This puzzles me on many levels.  What’s with the Weebles in their house?  The way the question is phrased, it almost sounds like this person sees them unexpectedly.  Do they just show up?  Because I think that would disturb me more than anything else.  Also, what person do they think of when they see the Weeble?  Is it always the same person?  Or is it just someone at random?  And do they always see the same Weeble?  I have so many questions.

how long can you be nice to someone you hate
My personal best is about five minutes.

men with massive legs
Really?  Massive legs?  Hey, whatever floats your boat.

trust no man, fear no chicks
This feels like it should be the slogan for a modern-day He-Man Woman Haters Club (you get bonus points if you know what this is without Googling it).

he is my kryptonite and like superman, i am powerless in his wake
I’m going to need to see a photo of this guy.

i think a dead guy is hot
Join the club, honey.

does alex trebek know urdu
My guess is no.  But if he does, then I’m going to need to learn how to say “patronizing fucktard” in Urdu.

why are reiki practitioners so flakey
Because we’re made with many delicious layers of butter and puff pastry.  Also, fuck you.


Madame Weebles —  July 25, 2012 — 94 Comments

I couldn’t think of a clever blog title.  So I’m just saying hi.

It feels sort of weird not writing about ghosts today after all those posts.  Although I shouldn’t be using that term, as it’s not really PC;  Mr. Weebles rightly pointed out that they’re not ghosts, they’re Paranormal Americans.  At least, the ones I’ve met so far have been American.  In the future I’d like to have a more diverse group of paranormal friends.  I’ll be curious to find out whether they keep their accents in the hereafter.  I hope so.

Some people have asked if I’ve had other strange experiences like the ones I wrote about.  Yup, I have.  Not as dramatic as those three stories, but strange nonetheless.  They started happening after I turned 40 and increased after I started training to become a reiki practitioner.

Once, when I was doing research on my favorite Paranormal American, Mr. Cornelius, I picked up a handwritten letter (written by someone else) and I got a distinct, overwhelming sense of the personality of the letter writer (for the record, he felt like a pompous, annoying prig).  I also found that I could hold someone’s keys and get a sense of them by “listening” to the energy from the keys.  Stuff like that.  I can tell how people are feeling by “reading” them, or sometimes even without reading them—sometimes I just pick up a vibe out of nowhere.  I know, it sounds kind of ridiculous.  I can’t explain it, and I have no idea how or why it started happening.  And it’s kind of hit or miss; sometimes I get stuff, sometimes I get bupkes.

And no, I can’t predict winning lottery numbers.  Don’t think I haven’t tried.

You know how sometimes a bunch of things happen at once, and it kinda/sorta of gives you the idea that someone/Someone is trying to tell you something?

I’m having that kind of day. Two things happened this morning that made me cry, in a good way. They reminded me of things I had put on the back burner. And I think it means it’s time to take them off the back burner.

Last night I saw a dear friend of mine, and I did some reiki on her because she’s having a bit of a tough time right now. My intention was for her to gain some clarity and peace of mind regarding her situation. This morning she sent me a beautiful email to tell me that I helped her to see her situation more clearly and that now she feels able to forgive herself. I practically sobbed when I read this. It’s extremely humbling to know that I was able to help, and I feel so happy that I had the opportunity to do this for a friend.

About 10 minutes after receiving this amazing email, one of my colleagues came into my office. She and I have had several conversations about medical care—she’s caring for her elderly father—and about how much unmet need there is for patients and caregivers when dealing with the medical community. She told me that when my name has come up in conversation with others in our industry, one of the things frequently mentioned is that I fight for the people I work with and I make sure they don’t get overlooked. And then she asked me if I had ever considered working with patients.

I felt like I had been clobbered with a Cosmic Sledgehammer.

Since I became a Reiki Master I’ve become much more aware of the different ways I can help people. I can’t prescribe medication or perform surgery, but I can help people endure their treatment or surgery better. I can help people gain clarity on things that are bothering them. I can help empower them to get through really difficult times. Doing reiki has really opened me up to understanding how much is out there.

I’ve toyed many times with the idea of doing patient advocacy, because I know how helpless people can feel. Doctors can be intimidating, and unfortunately quite a few of them don’t really listen to patients very well. And that’s just for your average doctor visit. When you need to go to the hospital, it’s very easy to get overwhelmed. Mountains of paperwork, hospital staff who ask you the same questions over and over again, and quite often, no clear, direct communication about what’s happening. So patients and their families end up feeling like cogs in the machine, and the result is that they don’t get what they need. If they’re lucky, the experience is merely horrifically stressful. But in worse scenarios, people get the wrong treatment—or no treatment—because there’s nobody to stick up for them.

Over the past several years I’ve accompanied several friends and family members to doctor’s appointments, and I’ve spoken to veterinarians on behalf of friends whose pets were ill. I’ve been stunned by the lack of genuine interest and/or integrity shown by some of them. Too often, doctors will just say “There’s nothing wrong with your blood work” or “Your x-rays are fine,” and then dismiss the patient’s concern as unimportant or medically irrelevant. It infuriates me that they don’t explore other options. I would have more a lot more respect for a physician who said, “Your blood work looks fine, so I don’t know what the problem might be. Why don’t we look at [fill in the blank] as a possible cause.”

I want to grab these guys by their white coat lapels and yell, “Just admit that you don’t know, for crying out loud!” Don’t imply that because you don’t know the cause, the problem must not really exist. Maybe the problem is that you’re seeing 50 patients a day, so that gives you only 10 minutes with each patient. Maybe the problem is that you think your patient is a hypochondriac. Maybe the problem is that you’re phoning it in and you don’t really care all that much.

The point of all this rambling is that too often there’s no care in healthcare. Patients often get shortchanged in one way or another. And it pisses me off. I want to help—whether it’s through energy healing, or advocating for patients who don’t know where to turn, or a combination of those two things, or something else completely. It’s time for me to move these thoughts to the front burner. Otherwise the Universe is going to whack me over the head again.

Reiki is not flaky

Madame Weebles —  April 23, 2012 — 6 Comments

Today’s discourse is on reiki.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with it, reiki is an energy healing method based on the principle of universal life energy. The idea is that we’re all connected to this energy and it flows around and through us all the time. And this energy can be channeled and amplified to help heal people and animals—on a physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual level.

My first experience with reiki happened several years ago when I went to a reiki practitioner for my very first session, at the suggestion of a friend. I had no idea what to expect but I was open to whatever might happen.

My brain was whirling that day, tons of things spinning around in what felt like a category 5 hurricane in my head. But as the practitioner worked on me, I felt the hurricane slow down. Category 5, category 4 , 3 , 2,  1 . . . until all I was aware of was what was happening in the room. I heard cars outside, felt the slight breeze from the ceiling fan, and that was pretty much it. It was bizarre—my brain was completely still and I felt totally calm.

And for the rest of the day I was all zen and chill—which is not my normal state of being, as you might have guessed. There were a few things that happened later that afternoon—things that would ordinarily put me in a homicidal rage—and I just shrugged them off. Eh, whatever, no big deal. That’s when I knew something big had happened. If it hadn’t happened to me personally, I never would have believed it. Sure, by the next day I was my normal cranky self but that’s not the point.

I was so intrigued by this whole reiki thing that I decided to learn how to do it myself. And last year, after much study, I became a Reiki Master. I’ve done healing sessions for people as well as animals. Everyone gets something different from it, there isn’t just one result. Some people feel calmer and more relaxed, some people feel better physically, some people feel more mental clarity, etc. And pet owners say that their pets are calmer and less stressed after a reiki healing.

There are many skeptics who claim that reiki doesn’t work and that any benefits are only because of the placebo effect. They point to the fact that clinical trials designed to measure the effects of reiki have yielded mixed results. And the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops gave reiki another slap in the face when they issued this ruling in 2009: “Reputable scientific studies attesting to the efficacy of Reiki are lacking, as is a plausible scientific explanation as to how it could possibly be efficacious…Without justification either from Christian faith or natural science…a Catholic who puts his or her trust in Reiki would be operating in the realm of superstition, the no-man’s-land that is neither faith nor science.” (If you have any interest in reading the full text of the bishops’ decision, click here.)

Skeptics can go ahead and call it new-age crap, hocus pocus, whatever they want. And don’t get me started on the Catholic bishops because it will just turn ugly.

All I know is, reiki does work. I have no idea how it works, exactly, except that it does. Even Mr. Weebles has grudgingly admitted that there’s something to it.

It’s true that clinical trials of reiki have been inconclusive—but so what? There are mixed results in clinical trials all the time, and that hasn’t stopped medical and pharmaceutical investigators from continuing to work with a specific treatment if it has shown efficacy.

One could certainly try to chalk up the benefits of reiki to the placebo effect, but you can’t use that explanation in the case of animals. So something happens. And if medical powerhouses like Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, Johns Hopkins, and the Cleveland Clinic offer reiki as part of their integrated healing services, then surely there must be value to it.

That’s not to say that reiki is a substitute for medical treatment—it isn’t, and nobody should ever have a reiki healing instead of seeing a doctor. But as an adjunct to medical care, and/or as a tool for emotional/mental/spiritual healing, I’ve seen what reiki can do and it never ceases to amaze me.

So to sum up, reiki is not flaky. It’s juicy and delicious! Try some!