Declaration #2

People have given me the bird, or said loudly that they did not want to be touched, or said "you asshole," or hugged their children closer to them and hurried away. Yesterday, three women approached me, two of whom were clearly in need of healing touch. 

I touched the two on the shoulder as I passed them on the walk. They all pretended to be afraid and ran away. That is, they tried to make me feel as if I were a crazy person and a danger to society. Which sucks. 

I am Harlan Bjornstad, and I heal people. I do, I can. However, I will no longer be doing this--not until this behavior stops. It is insulting, demeaning, asinine and, at this point, mendacious. It makes me feel as if I can't be with people and that people can't be with me. It devalues my gifts. And although I know it's just a theater-game, meant to educate me out of my timidity as I face up to the extent of my gifts. I don't care though; it's a game I want to be ended. I am done with it. Really done with it.

Please listen up:

Beginning Monday, the 13th of October, I will not be healing, and will not return to the work until I receive a written apology from the three who were involved. They were dressed as nurses. One was named Shane, another Becky, and another Danielle. Only Becky has ever been a nurse, which is to say she was a nurse for about three years, but then quit because it was hard, which it is.

The incident occurred near HealthLinc, north of the railroad tracks and on the west side of Sturdy. Down the rails to the East was a bluebird and a tall thrasher, which are rarely seen together. But they were watching me use my Pandyan stick in a martial arts display and had decided to like each other long enough to view me. The height of their perch was 56 feet. It was a maple and next to the maple was a tall grass prairie plant called dock, which was used by the pioneers as well as the native Americans to wipe themselves after you know what. 

The apology will be sent to my home.

HB