Promethean Healing

The Shaman is born

2010-01-25T13:47:00.001-08:00

August 18, 2009
Blaise booked D Money a gig at an open mic in Hollywood- Crane’s Hollywood tavern. Psyched to offer our energy to the LA community, everyone put on their finest treds and got pumped for the show. The night kicked off with Dez and Blaise asking me to fire massage them while they made love. My perverted side thought this would be a beautiful piece of performance art, and thus suggested that we do this at the bar party. Blaise suprisngly had doubts about his public sexual performance, but I was sure that this would be the perfect night.
As we arrived at the bar, Nicole and her father showed up, drinking whiskey and ready to party. Nicole had been flirting with Asa the time we saw her before, actually the spark that ignited our official ‘relationship’; her being there gave me some trepidations that I chose to allivieate through dance and independence from the group. I was psyched to perform indoors with my fire fingers and torches, in an awesome costume I put together earlier that day, so in general was feeling good.

My power center had gone for a whirl; I had been experiencing a major lack of appreciation from D Money and a lot of attraction from other performers and musicians. While the folky music was fun to dance and play around with, my heart and soul were twisted up in Blaise’s more seductive music. As I performed with D Money, Denny shouts out “MADAMN BURNZ!” recognition of my blazing flame dance.
Ahhh. Content.

I had set up a fire massage alter in the back of the bar, attracting individuals from the crowded bar by breathing giant balls of fire to illuminate my beautiful set up. There wasn’t much space so I laid a scarf on the ground next to Asa’s tarot station and made the decision to do massages on receivers who’d be standing up. My first customer was Sarah’s friend, Pirate Scotty. As he removed his shirt the singing bowl beamed around his 3rd chakra, muted in all others. Perfect. Standing room to spread his powerful energy to ground and meditate. As I worked the flames around his body, spiraling upwards and downwards like a spinning top of eyes connecting with the world, his head began to gleam and legs to root. Fire lines ewnegetically encircled vissudha and Pele spoke upwards in a passionate wave. As he opened his eyes, a Namaste thanks was sufficient for the healing.
I only had a chance to do 4 massages that night.
The 4th changed the face of the fire massage from an erotic massage to a shamanistic journey. Nicole’s father, who’d been watching my indoor fire performances and mumbling a lot of spanglish to me along the lines of him really liking what I do, came to the alter with pain in his neck. I will later write a whole section on how physical pain fire massages differ from energetic healing, but are very intertwined… either way, I started the process with a gentle neck massage and then moved to the singing bowl to tune the pain spots in the body with other stronger centers. The bowl was ringing loudly around his upper chakras, so I noted the strong sense of focus within him.
As I brought the fire in hammer like strikes towards his upper body, a strong vibration rang around his cerebrum. Lifting the torch to crown his mind and enlightened the load bearing pain on his neck, I felt a lightness begin to lift from his back. As Pele feasted on air, the flame grew. As the fire got stronger and stronger and the connection between our meditative centers grew, the man went into a trance. Eyes closed, I worked the flames towards his feet to ground this ethereal sensation. As I began to stand upwards to verbal extinguish the tower of fire, the man fell to his knees and smacked his head on the brick terrace encircling my station.
Whoa. I had sent a man into a trance and possibly knocked him out. I was scared.
He stood up and assured me he was alright. In shock, he handed me some money and put his arm around me. I moved over to Asa and shared the experience with him. Expecting a note of ‘be careful’ he was beaming with the power the massage held.
Afterwards we went back to Yvonne’s home and shared some drinks, Nicole’s father sat close to me and told me how not only did his neck feel better, but he felt a lot more clear headed. And so did I. The massages were going to be used for healing and birthing ideas, developing insights through flame.
Much to come.

Defining Firerotic

2010-01-25T13:46:00.000-08:00

Venice Beach, CA, August 16th, 2009
Firerotic Massage took on a new meaning upon meeting Desiree Barnes and Blaise Smith. A short lived sexy couple I met on my travels through LA last summer, the 2 fell in hedonist love with my flame techniques. Watching me eat fire, they both immediately asked for fire massages. Those 2 are sexual beings, love the carnality, love sexy and want it in their lives in major ways. As they came over to Sarah’s house early one morning with a bottle of wine, they jumped into the pool nude. I had been hungover and awake for hours, trying to wake up my boyfriend, Asa, for morning sex. As he told me to relax and sleep, I was psyched to be awoken to their skinny dip drunk adventure in the pool. As Asa awoke and Dez shared her morning in bed, I felt necessarily frustrated. When she asked me for a massage, I was jazzed to set up the station next to the collection of beautiful naked bodies I called my circus.
Whoa. Dez immediately started to moan as the fire moved faster and faster around her 2nd chakra. On moments of slow pause she relax, but as soon as Pele’s energy kissed her body, she exuded sexual excitement. ‘ I orgasmed better than I’ve EVER gotten off!” she told the people at the beach later on that day. As women began to come to me to ignite their sexual centers, I focused the fire on the 2nd chakra in sharp swooping strokes, circular churns of the root chakra, and calming flames near the upper meditative vortexes. Yep. It worked. Fire induced orgasms.
While Blaises reaction was very similar to Dez’s, I learned that the massage could strength the sexual center in a variety of different energy strokes, the main one being a hammer like direct line to the 2nd chakra. I also learned that my sexual energy could be expressed through fire, and used as a mechanism to heal. Reflecting on my earlier anger at my partner’s refusal to intertwine physically, I learned that there are many ways for lovers to connect, and in some cases, aggressive intercourse doesn’t serve that purpose; sometimes dreamy sleeps alongside the body brings the same connection.
However, I did learn that that sexual release needs to happen on some level in some way, and it doesn’t have to be sex.

Why Fire?

2010-01-25T13:45:00.000-08:00

August 2009
People fear fire. They think they’re going to get burned. They think fire is destructive.
For a while, fire was destructive to me. I used my fiery presence to rage dance floors as a means of blowing off steam, never really stopping to slow down and meditate on the actual issues in my life. They were so simple to make disappear; find some awesome music, get the fire torches, dance wildly, and light em up and enchant the audience when the moment strikes. At the same time, my partner was a phoenix; she let herself crumble to ashes and then ignited the birth of some meridian of ideas in a passionate flame. While slash and burn farming is a great technique for growing new crops on fertile land, the constant necessity to ‘burn up’ every situation didn’t work wonders for peaceful meditation and creation. While we gave birth to lustrous performances, we faulted in our inabilities to just chill out and relax.
My fiery nature of the previous school year led to a fall off a trapeze during an energetic night. May 22, 2009 at 4am I fell from a single knee hang off the trapeze at the House of Yes onto a wooden stage and broke the t11-t12 bones and joint in my spine. I was up on my feet and eating fire in 6 days due to my positive determination (and 12 daily vitamins and minerals!) to get back to life; and ready for my summer on the road. Either way, I knew I had to slow down. While many people faulted me for spending too much time in the air, or not being careful, I knew my fall was based on an accidental misplacement of my knee on the bar and not on my safety; it was a symbol though- that the fire that sat inside of me was boiling too hot. While the opposition to the point is never truthfully the answer, I searched for something new to ‘quit it.’
The Fire Massage arose out of my desire to show the world that they shouldn’t fear passion. Passion is the bliss of life; without strong convictions and excitement, you can walk through life without experiencing JOY. Indifference and calm convictions, while they reflect balance, they also lack energy. Who wants to be with someone who isn’t psyched about what they’re doing? Who’d buy art from an artist who lacks passion? Music from a bland musician? Watch performance of an emotionally void entertainer?
Symbolizing passion by fire torches, I found the easiest way I could help people add passion and energy to their lives was through bringing an intense, pure symbol of it within margins of their bodies. Building an alter with power objects and welcoming colors made this experience attractive to the random onlooker on the streets. While not everyone needs passion in their lives (some have an abundance), the diversity of fire as a healing source came clear. It can be a focal point for meditation in a strong way; it can be a bright light to follow, a cleanse to the mind, and a relaxation source. It can help balance abundance and dilapidated energies through its strong vibration and presence in the world.
Fire can bring strength, but too much strength can lead to overpowering, controlling, and aggression. I believe my back break was a symbol for me to balance my fire nature with my earthy Taurean roots. It came to me a tool to relate to the world with in a restorative way. It made my direction as a mind-body worker clear. It gave me a means to channel my aggressive sexual energy (to be blogged about). It came to me to give to you.

The Birth of the Fire Massage

2010-01-25T13:44:00.000-08:00

Long time over due...As the post dates do not link to my journey as a fire healer, I am psyched to post my continual diary of my child, the fire massage, its insights, and developments:

July 2009: Gathering of the Vibes Festival
After spending a week living in an auto body shop in Hagerstown, Maryland with the Magic Beans, seeds were planted for new developments in my future. I had just left my fire performance partner, phoenix, with whom I’d wowed souls for the previous year in and around New York City. Creative differences and incompatible life paths made my decision to work as an individual fire artist proved to be the correct choice when the idea of a Firerotic Massage station was given birth upon the recent reconstructing of my gig schedule for the summer.
As I was trying to figure out what to offer the Gathering of the Vibes festival in an interactive way, I reviewed the contents of my trunk of possessions: a mound of clothing, a barrel of yoga/massage props, numerous fire torches, and my Nepalese musical instruments. Debating the outcomes of a fakir (Indian body burning ritual ceremonial practice) circle & Tribal Yoga Dance class, the idea of a continuous, interactive installment came to mind – I wanted to be a part of D Money and Magic Beans Tarot but offer my own service. Though I continued on later in the summer to mainly add fire performances to the mix, I knew I wanted more than a show- I wanted connections.
The sound and fire healing came together as soon as we set up our camp outside the main stage the 2nd day of the vibes. With my singing bowl, rhythm massage bangers, body roller, soy massage candle & crystals in one bag, and fire eater torches and fuel in the other, I placed Emily Scofeld’s dumpster baby good luck charms on my black tapestry. Firerotic Massage read my black and red fiery painted sign. Sound Massage read the Magic Beans Menu, alongside tarot readings, art, & exorcisms. With 20,000 people at the festival, excitement and passion ran high. Seeing Asa’s magical art alongside the sound of D Money’s folk songs sat Madamn Burnz, the fire healer. My sign drew immediate interest and confusion to my ‘illumination station’- as signs later that summer advertised the massage as only Fire Massage, I later determined it was the word Firerotic drawing attention; or sometimes my subtle fire eating performances. Either way, my first customer was in for an experience that I repeated on nearly 100 people those first 2 days of the fire massage.
People were drunk enough to question only what was necessary to overcoming their trepidations about letting a warrior goddess breather fire onto their bodies from mere centimeters.
‘Are you going to burn me?’
‘So what exactly are you doing here?’
‘Yeah, I want one of those!’
I had a couple of long talks with men who wanted to treat a friend of a Firerotic massage by Madamn Burnz. Others were men who wanted to prove their adventurous attitude to their girlfriends. Some receivers of the gong healing were attracted my singing bowl and came over to my station. I believe the energy of my healthy yoga teachings melded with my sensual fiery self to draw in the right people that helped develop the flow of the fire massage. First, attunement to the receiver through playing the singing bowl. Next, fire reiki to connect our energy centers. Application of soy massage oil to relax the skin. Rhythm massage for grounding the soul traveling on its journey through the fire massage. Roll the body down with the roller. Repeat.
As more people came to watch, the art of the fire in the massage grew to include drama. As the energy of more receivers was disseminated onto me, Pele took awareness of my fiery antics and began to guide the flames into healing symbols apparent to me as various shapes that were making even more clear the chakratic balances of my receivers. The mercaba and caduceus were the 2 major shapes that made the intentions of the fire massage clear; strength and higher energy consciousness. The way the singing bowl sang differently at various chakra points highlighted the areas of challenge for the general public to me.
‘ I want one!’
The fire massage was on its way to success.

Opening Portals

2009-12-07T10:36:00.000-08:00

"You're not gonna burn me, are you? I'm DEATHLY afraid of getting burned!"

I'm a burn artist. I get that comment all the time.

People expect that if you bring fire close to them that immediately entails burn. I'm not sure if its fear they're expressing, or curiosity as to how fire can touch their body and not burn.

Eitherway, massaging at the Avant Garden was even more beautiful than imagined. I set up a massage table I borrowed from Brooklyn Sanctuary down on the lower level of Galapagos, towards the back of the room, but totally visible. I had about 10 eager and willing customers, each so beuatiful and recipetive in their own ways. Some of the highlights from the night included a dark skinned man of whom took fire in the shape of a Mercaba and an 8 pointed star, so deeply. Another stayed on the table for 10 minutes after the massage.

The most impactful was the Indian man who feared the burn. I kept the fire at bay for the fire torch, but when I granted him Fakir towards the upper left shoulder, he took it and said it stung a little...but was fine.
After the massage, the man (whose name...??) no longer feared getting burned.

There was beautiful Josephine who so deeply enjoyed the session and hopes to greet me again in San Francisco this weekend. Ahhh, and Dennis, my lovely stage director concert going hippi friend from college, whose a hairy Italian man, engulfed the flames like a dragon eating his breath. Matt, a friend within the community.

So beautiful.

The night culminated with the union with a new friend and a reciprocal peaceful experience of which I later documented through poetry.

softly spoken
unbroken
zen grown-in
gardens bloom.

Avant moon
softly spoon
light up wings
open cocoon

SWOON.

eyes shining
strings rhyming
souls colliding
memorizing

your mouth near my face
settling in perfect place
whatta disgrace
wait...

no room for groan
except by stone
thrown
blown
under tow
pulling back the stars
night afar
sun ajar
the windows in your room
listen.
It blooms.

You reach for me
in reciprocity
tickling whims soft touch
caress
my breast
remove the vest
blocking the beautiful
exchange
between
you & me
balanced in
karmic responsibility.

Amok the days
when souls delivered trays
drinks, sphinx, sexy kinks
all at their brinks
pushing one off the mountain
the other to the sea
alone it be
yearning to pull a suckling
down.
share a space
at the bottom
of the ground.

round we toll
on a carousel of dreams
where what i give
to you
is all that it seems.

12/5
---- of giving and receiving, softness, and inner peace.

He gave me comfort in a body unbeknown to me. I gave him my image.

I give you my image & soul
You give me the pleasure of receieving.

Last days in Brooklyn...

2009-12-03T16:11:00.000-08:00

YES! The Fire Massage is back on the road, spreading fiery healing vibes to the great world & beyond...Here's where you can find us until we head to MEXICO...

12/4: Avant Garden Crooked Disco Party @
Galapagos Art Space
16 Main St
Brooklyn, NY
11pm - onwards
$5 admission
Fire Massage UPSTAIRS!

In greenpoint, Brooklyn, available for private healing sessions 12/5 - 12/9

12/10: Rock the Bells @
REBEL, NYC
w. 30th st between 6th & 7th ave, northside
730pm onwards
$8/advanced, $10 at the door
Fire Massage Upstairs
Fire performances downstairs

12/12- 12/16
SAN FRANCICSO
Locations to be announced....

12/20...onwards
Bosque Village, near Mexico City...

besos.

UPCOMING GIGS & MEXICO TOUR!

2009-11-30T23:37:00.000-08:00

So excited for to bring Promethean Healing down to Mexico this month! But before I leave Brooklyn...a few gigs

12/4: Avant Garden
Avant Garden is a full sensory stress-releasing night of insane dancing and debauchery in celebration of the cutting edge sights and sounds of New York City. Presented by Crooked Disco, Vitamin B and FreeNYC, Avant Garden is a full take over brand new Galapagos space in DUMBO. The night is packed with live performances, DJs, Visual Artists, silk dancers, fire twirlers and assorted other surprises.But that’s not it… this is New York so we are counting on you to take this party to the next level. Bring your freak, your artist, your fire eating, and your dance moves to to floor. We want to see impromptu burlesque, elaborate headdresses, performance pieces, and however else you get down. This is your night… we just provide the framework.

WITH A LIVE SET BY:
Claire Hux
DCs party rocking trio of Symbol, DLake, and Morsy bring their unstoppable energy to the stage for an explosion of next level rhymes and beats. Having shared the stage with acts such as Kid Cudi, Wale, Spank Rock, Devlin & Darko, Diplo, Rye Rye, Yo! Majesty, Blaqstarr, Nadastrom, Hollywood Holt, Million Dollar Mano,and more they definitely know how to rock a party right!

http://clairehux.com/

DJ SETS BY:
$mall ¢hange
$mall ¢hange (aka James Dier) will never stop. A musical addict, he’s been collecting and DJing for over 15 years, has 10s of thousands of records, in every conceivable genre and time period. Out in clubland $mall ¢hange has played in every conceivable downtown NYC/BK venue you can think of, swank, underground, big, small–but always funky.

DJ Tektite (Vitamin B)
Tektite got his start in the 90’s with Old School (UK) Hardcore. He is still searching for records that carry that old school sound while rounding out his repertoire with the massive warbled bass of electro &
fidget house, and the booty bounce of Baltimore Club. Tektite is also co-founder and resident of the Brooklyn based breakbeat and electro party VitaminB.

http://vitaminbreaks.com/

DJ Kester (Crooked Disco / Savage Ballet)
The bass loving’, funky disco revival breakbeat half of NYC’s party rocking Crooked Disco camp, Kester bring a mix of booty bass, rave house, baseline electro and rugged dubstep to the tables for a mixed up dance assault dripping with low end theory.

http://crooked-disco.com

VISUALS BY:
C-TRL Labs
C-TRL Labs (Nika Offenbac and Devan Simunovich) is boundary-blurring duo breaking ground in film and video, installations, sound sculptures, VJ performances, and animated projections. Their live performance combines 2D and 3D animations that are edited and abused live to the accompanying soundtrack. The result is a full on sensory overload of geometric explosions and deconstructed animations.

FIRE MASSAGE BY MADAMN BURNZ:
Sent as a messenger from Pele, Burnz created the Fire Massage to empower beings to experience fire & dance as spiritual healing. As an interactive art installation, a fire massage heals, enlivens, and empowers individually & collectively. Using the Tibetan singing bowl as a tuning instrument into the receiver's chakra system, these energetic vortexes provide a map for flames to heal and strengthened the mind and body. Crystals are used to remove toxins within the confines of the relaxing massage atmosphere. A visually artistic display, come visit the alter to observe and partcipate.

THE AVANT GARDEN CABARET
A bevy of silk dancers, fire twirlers, hoopers, and other dancefloor luminaries transform with unexpected delights throughout the night

PLUS
It all goes down in a two floor playground of a space featuring a 1600 square foot indoor lake, 200″ projection screen, and reinforced lighting from the Crooked Disco crew.

12/10: Rock the Bells @ Rebel, NYC
Rockstar Music by Vicio, Natasha Wilox
Fire Eating & Massage by Madamn Burnz
Free Vodka 730- 830pm
540 W. 30th St, NYC
$10 @ the door, $8 in advance

Communication & Strength

2009-11-20T18:20:00.000-08:00

Earlier this week a licensed massage therapist contacted me to do a trade; he was interested in receiving a fire massage and he wanted to offer me a massage in return.

Since he had responded to my post looking for a potential investor, I agreed; I also agreed because my back has been experiencing intense waves of pain! Now, as a yoga teacher, I know the only way to truly alleviate pain is to get rid of it yourself; for me, one of my most empowering experiences was my self-healing of my broken spine. (Another story for another blog post); however, I remember my physical therapist telling me that the most important thing for my spine to recieve during its healing process was deep tactile stimulation...which only another can provide --( comment up for debate as per account of yanuma rolling balls and perhaps a bed of nails;0))..so, because of these 2 reasons, I conceded to have this guy do an exchange with me.

He seemed quite eager to receive a massage, as he called me numerous times, continually sent me emails with varied availabilities, and followed up on his inquiry. On tuesday pm, he called and asked if we could do the massage that evening. On account of Asa's birthday of which I was hoping to celebrate, I refused the offer. I also refused the offer because it was an evening call- now although I know this exchange was purely a trade of 2 body workers, i still am hesitant to invite clients into my space at dark hours...maybe its my own sexual vibe that drives in the perverts but a lady has to be careful.

So we arranged for him to come on thursday am, and he did, at 945am (about 3 hours before my usual afternoon wake up...im up all night usually!) I noticed immediately that his ability to communicate with me was off, as we were unable to decide who was going to 'receive' first. I thought it quite odd that it ended up being him, as I obviously had just woken up, hadn't moved, and was quite groggy.

The fire massage is a delicate task that requires the right environment and the right state of mind. This guy was preoccupied with his head positioning and body temperature. As soon as I began to play the singing bowl to his very very tense body, the bowl refused resonance above the 3rd chakra. Oddly, it wasn't really resonating anywhere; it sang a deep, quiet tone, mapping his chakras as ultimately closed and not receiving. Since he came to me for an energy treatment, and was a massage therapist himself, I leaned towards the more energetic aspect of the massage, eager to bring strength to his chakra system as a whole.

I noticed a particular blockage at vissudha, the 5th chakra, to the point where intution and meditation were completely blocked off. I thus focused the massage on opening the throat and unblocking the sushumna and nadi (channels allowing for the kundalini flow), going through 11 torches total. The crystals were placed mainly above the 3rd chakra, through I wished I had a long line of amethyst to lie on his back and remove all the toxins. I remained silent during the healing, though I wish I had provided him with more verbal guidance - just like how Kiana guided me through my healing with her last year when my spine broke.

Afterwards, I asked him how he felt and he responded with 'fine' 'cold' 'the sensation of the fire felt good' ' i was expecting nothing so thus i cant say anything outstanding.' he told me that he wanted to recieve first so he could massage me like how i massaged him..while i tried to explain that I provided a healing service and he provided a biological service and there was really no way the 2 would coincide, his communication center was so blocked that these words sounded deeply foreign.

So foreign that his entire massage consisted of assisted strechting and stop mid back, thus giving me a lingering upper back pain for the rest of the day. Despite my precise needs, he seemed unable to focus his attention enough to purely work on the spot I required.

Afterwards, I realized that these clients, the ones whose chakras swirl so silently they seem inert, are the ones who need my services the most. He was my first totally blocked reciever, and thus have greater insight on how to reach creatures as such- through verbal guidance, more 'hands on fire', and deeper descriptions of each piece.

So the massage exchange proved to be educational and inspirational, strengthening both of our communication centers. Whatta beaut.

Capturing the Flames

2009-11-16T22:18:00.000-08:00

If I could some up my approach to fire in one short 3 minute video, it would be:

a flowing motion of lightness and dark, moving around each other in a deep empowering symbol of love.

The Naked Fire Massage

2009-11-10T13:41:00.000-08:00

Despite the pictures I have been using to provide my service, I am thinking of removing the possibility of any of my subjects being nude.

I had an awful experience with a young boy who wanted a naked massage. He insisted that we focus on his groinal area, which was fine because I can relate to the tension kept there. Afterwards he textually based assaulted me for not providing a 'happy ending.'

The fire massage is offered as a service to balance energy, create a dynamic chakratic flow, and bring strength to the receiver. It helps eliminate fear of the unknown, as well as establishing a center for elemental creativity. While I am all in favor of being comfortably nude, I am finding my subjects are TOO focused on their sexual organs and find themselves fantasizing about me providing a sexual service to them.

I appreciate any feedback you have on how to help elimante massage clients wanting sex...love.

New Space for Massages!

2009-11-10T13:34:00.001-08:00

As I walk the search for a home for the fire massage, I have found a temporary base for the month of November.

I set up a beautiful alter in my home in Bed- Stuy. I have included a number of new power objects, including a goose's claw, a feathered dried sea whip, and a new xotic natural lotion product.

Contact me via madamnburnz@gmail.com to set up an appointment!

Testimonials

2009-11-04T22:54:00.000-08:00

NY Press, Time OUT NY, Fuck the Recession, Rebel NYC, October 8, 2009
" But by far the hottest moments of the night came from the ladies playing with fire. Madame Burnz, Squiddie and Ali Luminescent entertained the crowd with fire hoops and flame dancing. When Burnz wasn’t downstairs performing or eating fire in the cages over the dance floor she was entrancing onlookers and relaxing the willing with her fire massages in the upstairs lounge. Everything was rather tame and, with the exception of a few shirtless men, volunteers on whom Burnz exhibited the relaxing qualities of fire and flame chose to keep their clothes on rather due to a case of stage fright or fear of singed skin; however, modesty went out the window after one partygoer took off her top exposed both a nipple ring and a bumper sticker emblazed with the motto of the party—“You Are Young Beautiful and Broke”—and shouted: “I can’t believe I’m showing my tits to a room of strangers. I’m a fucking porn star,” before succumbing to Burnz flame work and drawing a packed house to the upper level or the bar." - Jordan Galloway, Bash Compactor: Recession Fuckers

Full Article:
http://www.nypress.com/article-20488-bash-compactor-recession-fuckers.html

Ian Lebowitz, Back injury, 52
“My session with Lauren was an amazing new experience. She brought several unique tools to treat my ailing back and neck using various methods. I would call it part new-age and traditional hands on massage.

The session consisted of using crystals, a roller, chimes, and a strong, yet relaxing massage. Oh, and she also twirls fire rods over your body. I had concerns and visions that she would literally light my living room on fire, but any fears quickly vanished as Lauren proved experienced with the flames and was in total control.

The warmth and sounds of the flame are calming, yet invigorating. She was also very cool and down to earth. A big plus. I highly recommend this experience.”

Eli Chess, Alabaster & Chess, Owner, 26, Back Pain
A long time devotee to the thai massage, I was hesitant to stray far from my comfort zone. It only took one pass of Ms. Lauren's flame to fully realize the healing strength of the Fire Massage. A soothing yet deep massage combined with heated oils and earth stones, Ms. Lauren worked wonders on my strained lower back and relaxed my entire body and mind. The heat and power of the fire was an incredible addition to the massage experience and together with Ms. Lauren's massage techniques made me feel like a new person!

Fire indoors

2009-11-04T22:43:00.000-08:00

Although the Upper East Side is uptight, my previous apartment is way more laid back than any other indoor space I've this encountered.

I just returned to Brooklyn after nearly 4 glorious months fire massaging around the USA. When we weren't at a festival, busking was my main form of entrancing people into the antics of the massage. Some places were friendly to the open flames, but loads of places around California fear forest fires. Either way, the summer was hot and it's easy to get people to remove clothing when they're out for fun in the sun.

Now that the weather's getting cold, the parks are scarce, and my home is within other's, I am constantly convincing people that I will not burn their houses down. I preformed at Manville, a Syracuse University home of 6 crazily awesome dudes, and after having them remove their smoke alarms, they too feared the indoor fires (despite the hundreds of drunk people who stole amongst other things a violin bow and my lucky strikes).

I am yearned for a place to bring my willing clients to. While the excitment of the fire massage lives on, its place still has not been found within the community.

But I search on.