Paris, Texas has never been the same to me since they shut down Speas vinegar, so now there’s nothing to smell by the railroad tracks on the way to Oklahoma. Nothing good anyhow anymore.
I used to meditate in Commerce with some sufis. We held hands and chanted and it was fun and relaxing, we learned some simple mediation brain-quieting techniques,very helpful, until they all started astrally projecting and doing so much aura cleansing. I got out of there at that point. I wasn’t wanting to zoom around out of my body. But it was nice and I made some friends.
One very nice guy in the sufi meditation group, who was really into aura cleansing, was living in Paris. And he said there was this isolated spot in Paris where he would rake off or dump all the bad vibes in his arms and hands and shoulders that he accumulated from cleansing other people’s auras. And he said nothing grew there— that it was a dead burnt ring about thirty feet across in a pasture. Killed by the bad vibes from the auras of now-happy folks.
So I am guessing that this is part of the problem in Paris—that this sufi gentleman, since the early ’70s, has been harvesting bad vibes from Quitman, Mineola, North Caney, Harlingen, Wolfe City, Fairley, Granger, Lubbock, Tyler—all the places he cleansed auras—Texarkana, Laredo, Reilly Springs, Yantis, Baird, Marfa—and he has gradually completely destroyed the karmic balance in Paris, Texas, by shipping all that woe into his private little woe dump.