There is something that you cannot place your finger on it exactly but you need to seek a deeper meaning in your life. You read some books that support your thoughts and beliefs. Maybe you think that it is time to burn a little incense, sage or light a candle in a small crevace or tabletop as a makeshift altar to peace and healing. You flip trough the telephone book or jump online to "google" spiritual supplies, metaphysical bookstores or candle shops, only to find that one by one, they have closed. There has to be somewhere that one can go to buy the spiritual supplies that they need.   The Mystic Spirit Fair, the Sacramento's newest and only FREE ADMISSION indoor psychic fair, is doi

The easiest thing in the world is to have an opinion about how someone else should live his or her life. There is a kind of stimulation one gets from sharing such outlooks, which is most likely the reason for the popularity of reality TV. We all come built with the apparatus to evaluate, label, and judge other people according to the set of values we have established in our minds. But the question is; why do we love doing it so much? Is it because we enjoy the mental exercise of comparing and contrasting different life styles? Is it because we genuinely want to help other people get on track? Or is it quite simply because it makes us feel superior to other people? My guess is that for the

          Have you ever instinctively known not to get involved with someone because of the way they make you feel? It’s not that they look unusual, or say anything particularly out of the ordinary, but nevertheless, there is a deep feeling of apprehension that can arise from being in someone’s presence. It is the same feeling that warns us not to walk down an alley at a certain moment even though we may have done so the evening before with no hesitation. I would describe this experience as an intuitive hunch or gut instinct. Apparently, cops get them all the time, and even rely on them quite heavily in certain situations. But how do we know it’s our intuitive instinct talking rather than

My quest to report on alternative spirituality in the Sacramento area proved that a little luck is sometimes more helpful than fruitless hours spent combing the internet and asking the Google gods for their assistance. Looking for something a little more tangible, I hit the pavement to see what I could find. Strolling by the tiny building that houses the Mt. Shasta Naturals shop, I notice that they offer aromatherapy and alternative healing. Bingo. As my friend and I enter the shop, we are greeted by a smiling woman and a relaxing scent that I can't quite place. Store owner Susan Stream welcomes us as if we are old friends calling to tea, and apologizes for the mess -- halfway unpacked bo