Not the nicest name to call her, but that's what she reminds me of. Trisha Allen is a well known tattoo artist who had many pictures of many people. I really wanted to ask her for a copy of her power point, but she told the class that the pictures themselves were sacred, so I was all disappointed. Her books, on the other hand, were incredibly exciting to learn and see. Which reminds me, I need to get a copy of those at some point.
So she started off with a history of tattooing, the stigmas, the tribal histories and how the missionaries reacted to them. It was interesting, kinda. The history of every part of the tattoo design was interesting itself though. I wish I could get one before I left the island, but I reminded myself that I will be back, and by then, hopefully with a better body. My parents never said anything against tattoos. I asked once and they said that it's my body to do what I want, but make sure it's what I want. It's great to have such great parents.
So we ended with a 5 minute intention on healing her leg. I wonder how she's doing, if anything even happened. It's hard to tell with that group of people, some believed and some didn't, so who knows what happened. I couldn't really focus properly. It seemed like a form of meditation to me and it was all quiet, so I had a bit of a hard time.
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