Jewelry With Bad Vibes
It was the last days of the Phoenix Metaphysical Book Store.
It wasn’t in Phoenix. It was in Houston — in a two-story house at 524 Westheimer Blvd. in The Montrose (a hip section of Houston that eventually suffered the same fate as Haight-Ashbury).
The book store was named after the mythological bird that rose from its own ashes.
Meta-Motion Dance Studio was on the first floor.
I continued managing the book store upstairs. I lived there, sleeping in an aisle between Yoga and psychology books.
I kept the store open late into the night — often till 1:00 a.m.
The book store ended up in a large room. Otherwise, there was an office, a meeting room, and a kitchen.
I was working with Wendy, a friend and client, in the meeting room at 9:00 p.m., when we heard footsteps on the stairs.
I excused myself from Wendy and her husband to wait on a customer.
He turned out to be an ex-physicist who taught Psychic Self-Defense.
Let’s call him John, since his name went down my memory hole.
John’s wife was a Tarot reader. He thought all this “New Age stuff” was silly at first.
One day he was in his laboratory, looking at a ceiling mobile.
He’d heard about psychokinesis, so on a whim, he decided to move the mobile with his mind.
John did. He moved it both clockwise and counterclockwise.
Long story short, he wound up teaching psychokinesis and Psychic Self Defense workshops.
By then, I’d met a lot of psychics, mediums, clairvoyants, and woo-woo practitioners.
When you manage a metaphysical book store, they come out of the woodwork.
I asked John if he’d like to take a look at Wendy in the next room to compare our methods of working with people.
I introduced John to Wendy and her husband, and said, “Why don’t you go first, and see what you can do?”
Wendy was on a blanket on the carpeted floor, so he walked up to her left foot, and gently kicked it.
“What’s wrong with your foot?” he asked.
“That’s what I’m here for. It hurts.”
He walked around her, pointing to her left hand.
“How long have you been wearing that ring?” he asked.
“A week,” she replied. “It belongs to my ex-husband, and I decided to wear it.”
“How long has your foot hurt?” he asked.
“A week,” she replied.
“Take that ring off, and your pain will go away.”
John continued walking around Wendy, pointing to her right shoulder.
“What’s wrong with your shoulder?” he asked.
“It’s painful. That’s the other reason I’m here.”
“Take that necklace off, and you’ll be fine,” he said.
“Your turn,” John said to me.
It was a tough act to follow since there was nothing else to do.
Wendy removed the wedding ring and necklace and her pains disappeared.