Liyer leans back and continues studying my forehead with a bright, open smile and a playful sparkle in his eyes. Having no ailments to cure, he focuses on determining my current and future state of being. "You are very good girl, very good girl! You give good, happy energy." He stares at my hairline, so my eyes wander to his colorful sarong, his dirty, holey T-shirt and sculpted fingernails, which are peculiarly long. His words leap in giant, asynchronous scale steps, making it difficult to focus on what he's saying, but studying his idiosyncrasies is just as interesting and entertaining. My friend Martha Moore , who loaned me Eat, Pray, Love, would scream if she knew I was sitting with Liyer right now.