I know you are but what are you?
Saranwrap. I know, most people take a second look at this, but I mean it. Whenever I go on the road and have to give seminars or talks, I always pack my trusty Saranwrap! It is three sheets or layers, one on top of the other. I tuck it beneath my bra so that it hangs over and covers my solar plexus (the area just below where your breastbone or sternum ends to your tummy button).
If I get into a seminar where I feel instant draining, and I don't have time to do anything about it because my attention is too scattered and pulled and I can't focus like I need to, then I excuse myself and go slap on my Saranwrap and there's a happy ending. The only bad thing about this is: you'll sweat like a pig beneath it. Bummer.
How To Defend Yourself Against Psychic Attack
Part 2
by Eileen Nauman, DHM(UK), EMT-B
I think, therefore I am.
"I know you are but what are you?"
All your base are belong to us. What you say?
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