EVOLUTION: PHOENIX RISING

Thanks to a rather interesting set of circumstances I became really good at facing adversity.  One of the things I’ve learned is that on the other side?  You need to transform.  You don’t?  You drag all that adversity with you.

Some might liken this to trying to climb a ladder with a bunch of people hanging onto your legs.  

Talk about drag.

Last December as we were heading into the winter and I was releasing the nonfiction work Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal, I took time to assess where I was in my life, my career, and where I was going.

I always do this type of thing weeks if not months before New Year’s.

I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions.

By the time February was rolling around I was eating from the plate of “Be careful what you ask for.”

I knew that in spite of best intentions I’d been writing defensively for some time.

What I hadn’t expected when I started pawing my way through that basket of other people’s crap was the ungodly toll it was going to take on me.

Especially my morale.

As I told a friend earlier today it was the same feeling as when I was learning to body surf at Huntington Beach, California, and – unprepared for the unexpected – had a wave slam me to the seafloor.  

I was 13 and visiting my dad who’d split for LA after the divorce.

I well remember seeing stars after my chin slammed that cement some people called sand.

As my dad coached me – I didn’t panic.

It isn’t in my nature to panic – about anything.

I relaxed my body as he advised me to in such a case, tucked my head between my outstretched arms and allowed the waves to carry me forward.  

Where I proceeded to scoop up a doo-doo load of saltwater and sand in my nose and mouth.  Yech!

I pulled myself up and stepped through shallow waves to see him standing close.

He saw what happened and was ready to run in.

I smiled as I spit out salt water and sand and said “I did it like you told me!  I relaxed my body and let the waves carry me in!  I DIDN’T PANIC!”

This was pretty much exactly 3 years after a brain bleed left me blind, paralyzed, and in a coma.

He smiled, put an arm around my shoulder and guided me over for something to drink from the cooler.

Uh-oh.

No water and no soda left.

Only beer in a can wrapped in a Peppi Cola or Dr. Peeper label.

I guzzled the beer.

I think it was Busch. 

I wasn’t thrilled with the taste but it was damn better than the salt and sand!

As I guzzled he said, “I should have warned you about that spot.  You need to come further in or go further out.”

???

He explained that further in (closer to the shore) is shallow so you do the arms out head tucked approach.  

And prepare for a nose and mouth full of salt water and/or sand.

For what I was looking for?  Further out where your body moves with the waves.

Handing him the empty can – my very first alcoholic beverage ever – I turned and ran into the surf, diving in and swimming out to the fun part.

But…

Is life fun like this?  

Wellllll….

It’s like those waves where sometimes you get to let the waves carry you – sometimes you ride them with the rhythm of your body and soul and sometimes?

Jaw slam!

I’ve spent the past 3 weeks trying to figure out what happened this past winter.

Jaw slam.  

Even as I went back out and tried a few moves to see how it went over for me.

Satisfied I got myself where I need to be? I’m moving forward.

Oh – did you think I was going for a dip in the cooler North Pacific waters?  Um – no.

I’m talking about writing!

Changes to the sites are coming!

Nothing too drastic – just capitalizing on what I’ve done so far.

As for the basket

Let’s put it this way…

As the phoenix shot up?  The basket caught fire.

Good riddance!

and Stay tuned

EMF RESEARCH: WHERE DO YOU STOP? YOU DON’T

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t learn or observe something about my tangle with EMFs.

Why I chose to publish on the subject after a hiatus.

A good part of it is testing to see if anything has changed.  In some respects the fact it doesn’t change is a good thing.

No need to regress.

This past week I was able to validate that my protocols for dealing with EMF Sensitivity continue to hold. Specifically

  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic
  • Esoteric

Atmospheric

We have a pretty cool device we purchased so I could track barometric pressure changes.

I was trying to figure out a pattern for the migraines since we live in an area where thunderstorms are rare and I was getting the migraines -seeimingly at random – rain or shine.

Though I was able to confirm they happened when atmospheric pressure dropped it was almost a nonstarter. The fact I got the migraine 48 hours before the pressure drop was the ultimate barometer.

I didn’t need the instrument to tell me what my body already knew.

As I write in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity, I was able to figure out a remedy to pressure drop induced migraines.

The only type I’ve ever had.

I’ve mentioned in a previous post I was able to validate the remedy by visiting the scene of the original migraine crime.

Went to Michigan for a wedding and experienced one hell of a thunderstorm.  No migraine.  No evidence of any body stress at all!

For over a year I’ve been free of migraines or headaches of any kind tied to this atmospheric pressure change.  

The only type I ever got. I never got headaches before the brain bleed.

Today I came to see that continued application of the remedy means I no longer have any symptoms associated with the change whatsoever.

Why does this matter?  It’s about calcium.

Which forms scar tissue in the body.

As I followed the unique protocol I developed – one that includes champagne and/or tequila to address the root cause – the area of pain shrank in size.

As I write in Ignoring the Rules, it used to be the entire right side of my head and jaw.  Then it was the size of a baseball.  Then a small pipe.  Then a needle.  Then – due to the entirety of the approach – nothing.

And yet…

Even though I no longer felt pain when the atmospheric pressure dropped I was still affected.

My entire body – programmed to recognize the pattern – tensed, driving stress high.

I continued the protocol.

Though I did recently tweak it from champagne to red wine.  This is significant because I’d had to abandon red wine quite some time back.

Listening to my body and paying close attention I continued to adjust.

The result?

I glanced at the nifty device we have and noted that the pressure had dropped significantly and…I hadn’t felt a thing.

No tension.

No awareness.

Not Psychosomatic either.

I was aware a significant drop in pressure was imminent.

Temperatures were going to rise sharply in a short amount of time.

I knew from past experience this was precisely the condition in which a debilitating migraine would occur.

Nothing.

No pain.  No body tension.

The protocol/remedy works.

Technologic

I have not experienced symptoms of Sensitivity to Technologic EMFs in years.  Unfortunately, the experience left me so scarred and traumatized my body remains on high alert.

Gotta love those stress hormones kicking out and wreacking havoc.

The symptoms have not returned.

Living in the Seattle area?  I’ve been exposed to a plethora of varying tech frequencies.

The remedies worked.  More importantly?  The protocols I developed to cure EMF Sensitivity work!

Esoteric

This one is unique in that it can be difficult to quantify and not because I’m talking about psi, ghosts, or other celestial phenomenon.

As I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, when I picked up a rock that had magnetic properties a sharp electric current went up my hand, my shoulder, down my spine, and down the back of my leg.

The right side.  It was so painful I didn’t bother testing with the left.  I just avoided things like red jasper and hematite.

Of Note.  I once had a guy at a health symposium in San Francisco have me touch hematite – which I told him I could not – while he kept his hand over mine.  I felt no pain.  He told me it was because I was ungrounded.  

As an EMF Sensitive I understood.

Still, I could not touch the stuff.

Fast Forward past Hard Work.

Less than a year after being free of EMF Sensitivity we drove to Michigan for a funeral.

I’d been on the cure protocol for 25 months though Sensitivity to Technologic EMFs – with the exception of Bluetooth and RADAR – disappeared after 9 months on the protocol.

 On the way back I discovered I was able to touch magnetic rocks with no repercussions.

We stopped at Wal-Drug where there was an on-site rock and gem shop.  I repeatedly picked up a variety of magnetic stones including red jasper and hematite without any problem.

A number of years later…

About 2 years back I was inspired to purchase a variety of raw stones that have magnetic properties.

Tied to Esoteric EMF Research.

I made to go to a very cool store in Seattle I knew would do the trick only to find they’d become a victom of pandemic shutdown.

I was able to get the stones I needed from a very cool store on Amazon.

Along with a very cool Metatron’s Cube type wood tray to place them on from the online version of the other place.

Earthbound.

Method to the EMF Madness.

The reason is explained in the upcoming Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity  Volume 2.  

Hint:  It’s physics.

I set the rocks in positions dictated by instinct then set the tray with the magnetic raw stones next to where I work.  I immediately noticed a change in pressure and temperature.

Yes – temperature.

This is how EMFs work.

The air around me on that side was cooler.

It was the height of last year’s incredible PNW heat wave so trust me – I noticed the difference.

It made me wonder if Mesmer really was – as some maintain – off his rocker when it came to magnetic energy and its uses.  Then again – if there isn’t profit in it most people aren’t interested in solutions.

Look at how a dangerous but cheaper way to implement distribution of electricity got its foothold and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

But This Was Home.

Could the results be reproduced?

You know that scientific method developed by 4 guys under 25 years of age living in the late 19th century.

Over the years I’ve visited gem and rock shops – noted I definitely prefer raw stones and while I have had a number of interesting experiences attributed to Esoteric EMFs I wasn’t generally able to remain in the store long enough to validate what I experienced at home.

Not to mention a lot of the minerals were behind glass cases.  Glass is dimagnetic which negates the ability to test the effect.

In spite of this my body – a natural EMF meter – was experiencing a variety of sensory input.

Usually not great, thus the need to leave the gem shop before I could get a confirmation.

Of Note. One of my favorite events is the International Rock and Gem show in Tucson.

In terms of EMF Sensitivity I’ve never had a negative experience when attending.

This past week I was able to visit a mineral shop where the stones in question – though not raw – were on top of the counter.  The moment I got close I noted the change in pressure.

There were too many variables to confirm a temperature change.

The best part?  No discomfort.

I can continue my research in relative peace.

Note: Here’s a freebie. Shungite is one of the only minerals that – based on personal experience – noticeably blocks technology EMFs.

It has other uses that I will be addressing in Volume 2.

Stay tuned.

MANIFESTING: WOULDN’T IT BE COOL?

I was sitting on my porch the other night admiring the gradient changes in a twilight sky and thinking how lucky I was to have such a view.  I took a deep breath appreciating the ability to breathe clean air when I was hit with the realzation I was living a wish fulfilled.  Though I’ve had a number of manifestation successes in my life, this one is interesting in that

  • I made the wish when I was 7
  • I shared the wish with someone who immediately told me how impractical it was
  • I forgot about it
  • I never did one conscious thing to make it happen

Origin of a Wish

When I was a kid we lived about 11 miles as the crow flies from the River Rouge plant.  Each summer we would go camping on Lake Huron.

We genereally went to the Oscoda area but sometimes we’d go further north.

One of my favorite things to do was stand on the beach at evening twilight and stare up at a sky filled with stars.

A number of factors including light pollution meant this wasn’t possible at home.

I also loved walking through the woods with my dad.

I love trees and the fresh air was wonderful.

The summer I was 7 I told my dad it would be cool to live up north.

So we could enjoy beautiful twilight skies and fresh air all year long.

He told me it wasn’t practical.

Because of the economy.

He explained that a tourist economy meant those living in that area faced a lot of financial adversity.

I didn’t need to hear any more.

We were already poor.

I let go of the wish.

Though not the desire to have the benefits of the wish, beautiful twilight skies and fresh air to breathe.

This morning as I again considered the irony of this particular wish fulfilled I came to realze a number of my manifestation successes have something in common.  They almost always start with a specific phrase.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool?

In high school I went with a friend to see Desperately Seeking Susan.  As I sat in the theatre watching the scene where Aidan Quinn and Rosanna Arquette  are on the roof of the loft talking I thought Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a loft in an urban area like that?

It was a fleeting thought.

Though one I repeated – out loud – several years later to a different friend while we were watching the movie on cable.

Other than the brief repeat I didn’t give it any more thought.

I did nothing to make it happen.

Approximately ten years later I found myself living that life not because I consciously set my sights to living in an urban loft but because it just unfolded that way.

Even then I knew something was up.

Too much of a coincidence as it was too close to my high school vision.

By the time we were living in Fort Collins, Colorado I’d figured out that every time I uttered those words…Wouldn’t it Be Cool?  I got the wish.

Just one problem.

It can’t be forced!

Manifestation gurus would likely explain the process – saying Wouldn’t it be cool? then letting it go – is the detachment necessary to bring something to be and they’d be right.  Unfortunately, I can’t force the detachment.  When it comes to my successes using this phrase?  Every time I’ve uttered those words it was done with a negligent shrug.  

There was no emotional attachment to an outcome.

To this day I am unable to fake the detachment.

I can say the words but my unconscious mind is smart.  It knows when I’m saying the words but failing in the detachment part.

Fortunately, I’ve a number of other options for manifestation.  Given the unique nature of the success stories I will include them here.

So others can give them a try if they wish.

The Ideal Scene

In 1996 during a challenging part of my life  I bought Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook.

I’d never heard of visualization or manifestation.

The book was on a table at the front of Border’s Books where I’d gone to find something to distract myself from my troubles.

Though I diligently completed each exercise it was The Ideal Scene I was most intrigued by.

Maybe because I’m a writer?

I wrote out details for my ideal relationship, following the rules about not being too specific yet putting in details that were important.  Then I put the book aside.

Never looked at it again.

Several years later while unpacking a box in the living room of our Downtown San Francisco loft I pulled out the workbook.

I’d forgotten about it.

I’d packed it in a box of books and other items I’d been moving around the country.

As I read what I wrote – in pencil – in The Ideal Scene – I got a big smile.  I’d married the man I wrote as being ideal for me.

The way I described him in that letter was more or less a perfect match for how I would have described him that day.

Encouraged by the success I used that technique to manifest the house we bought after the loft and while I was again successful I learned a big lesson.

Be exact in your wording.

When writing the Ideal Scene about the house I wanted for our family I described the number of rooms and bathrooms – that it had wood floors and a fireplace – the yard, nice neighbors, safe, etc. and yes I got everything exact.  What was missing?  I didn’t put in the style of house.

I would have preferred something other than a ranch.

Alas, this is another method that is apparently tied to detachment.

A detachment I can’t fake.

I let go of that particular process for manifesting when we were living in Fort Collins.

A Picture Worth a 1000 Words

We were living in Scottsdale and trying to determine our next move.

We always knew it would be a temporary place where we could regroup after the horrific fallout from the EMF Sensitivity nightmare.

We could move pretty much anywhere we wanted.

We were split between New England and So Cal.

We had a number of options before us.  

Too many options.

After months of attempting to come to a decision I decided to shove the location question aside and focus instead on the type of dwelling I wanted.  One thing was clear.  I desperately missed living in a city.

I couldn’t stand living in a suburb – something I’d never experienced growing up.

Stupid HOA rules and incredible boredom.

I found a cool picture of a couple dancing in their urban loft.

It was an advertisement for the building.

Uncertain of a location at this point I also cut out a picture of a cool house.

It was a view of part of the inside.

Completely different it had a bit of a New England fishing town vibe.

Time passed and we eventually decided on So Cal, moving to an urban loft after touring the gorgeous housing area to the north left me feeling nauseated.

I explained to Aaron my heart would always be in Downtown San Diego.

I needed the freedom and energy of the urban life.

Memories of subdivisions and HOA stuff left me feeling ill.

And then…

Eventually thanks to the twists and turns so common in my life I found myself in the Pacific Northwest.  One afternoon while at my desk I looked up to realize I was looking at the other photo from Scottsdale.

Everything was exact, including the color of paint on the wall.

A color that was here when we moved in.

What stood out about this particular manifestation success is that I didn’t consciously create it.

I didn’t consciously create either one of the options yet got both.

I’d been torn between the two to the degree I got pictures of each and though they were on my desk in AZ, I put them out of my mind.

I see the connection in all of these successes is detachment.  What’s interesting is that the detachment happened differently in each case.

Showing there’s more than one way to skin a wish.

In concluding I will list my favorite books on manifesting.

They light my optimism when I’m feeling down or stuck in neutral.

Atmospheric EMFs Preview

Well, it’s been quite the day.

Though one I technically took off.

I was actually going to write a post about Volume 2 but as I was editing part of Volume 1 decided I would give readers and visitors a preview.

The section deals with Atmospheric EMFs.

More than a peek into the book it gives an idea of my writing style.

Without further ado – this is the opening of the section – though there is more.

It’s long as it’s a book excerpt.

I believe people will appreciate where I’m coming from.

And as I said – this will give an idea where I’m going – the tools and strategies I use to deal with it.

Enjoy:

Excerpt from Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity

Beginning in the spring of 1983, just after relocating to Michigan from Florida, I began suffering horrific migraines.

I’d never had headaches or mirgaines prior to that, outside the pain from the brain bleed that set my life on a new and unanticipated trajectory.

13 at the time, I would lay in bed in my maternal grandmother’s basement, clutching my head and crying.

My mother, brother, and I lived in my grandparents’ basement after my parents separated.

My grandmother observed the migraines started 48 hours prior to a thunderstorm which are prevalent in Michigan and Northern Ohio in the spring and early summer.

Particularly at the end of May and beginning of June.

Irrespective of understanding a connection to thunderstorms, I never found an explanation for the sudden onset of debilitating migraines.

Nor did my neurosurgeion or the British ENT surgeon who had become a friend and integral part of my life.

Nor could I find a way to control the pain.

Not even narcotics administered in the ER.  All they did was make it so I could fall asleep until the weather system moved out.

Right up until I transferred to the West Coast in 2000, I was negatively impacted.

I could count on being a regular visitor to the ER the last weekend in May and/or first weekend in June – thank you thunderstorms.

A Break in the Gloom.

By chance…

To my great fortune, before I relocated West,  I landed in the ER at Providence Novi on a stormy evening when a particularly savvy doctor was on duty.  When I explained the usual cocktail used to  deal with that type of migraine…

That had me clutching my head and crying.

Wait – back up a moment.

To give perspective.

When it came to migraines that landed me in the ER.

1/2 the time I woke in the middle of the night with horrible throbbing pain.

No flashing lights or sounds – just the terrible throbbing at the brain surgery site.

  Since I was in no position to drive and didn’t want to call an ambulance I had to phone someone to take me.

I always felt terrible for waking someone – usually my mom and stepdad – but  I really didn’t think an ambulance was the right thing to do and I was in no condition to drive.

The other 1/2 the time I was either on my way to work or on my way home from work.

Storm systems have no respect for the working woman and their sense of timing blows.

On this particular occasion I’d driven myself to the ER from work.

I remember staring out the window – talking with a colleague at the time and telling him I’d better leave because I could feel the buildup in my head as the clouds approached our office in Southfield.

I almost stopped at the Farmington Hills police station.

The pain was so awful I worried the clamp for the brain bleed had come loose and I was having another brain bleed.  

I literally screamed behind the wheel the pain was so bad.

Damn migraines.

Once in the ER after explaining I had a migraine and being brusquely told – after they decided I wasn’t dying from it – to take a seat, I ended up on the floor curled into a tight ball clutching my head and crying.

Yep – on the oh so hygienic floor.

A kind elderly woman came over, pulled me up, got me into a chair and held my head in her lap while I clutched it and cried.

I was 28.

Your Head Hurts?  Really?

How bad?

Oh, I don’t know – want me to puke down your clean white coat so we can swap stories?

I don’t know if his bedside manner was off or if he just didn’t think a crying adult female anything to worry about but I wasn’t too keen on the doctor’s tone of voice.

And in no condition to do anything but clutch my head and weave – hoping I wouldn’t fall off the gurney – and answer his questions about the severity of the pain.  Clutching my head while crying on the floor of the ER didn’t do it apparently.

Wondering if I was going to throw up – from the crying or the pain I didn’t know – I said “Just give me the Demerol- Vistaril and I’ll call someone to pick me up.”

This is the treatment I was given every other time.  

I’d never before asked for those drugs.  

Not once.

All I knew is that for the previous 7 years of my life – every late May and/or early June I ended up in the ER with a vascular migraine no one could explain the reason for and that’s what they gave me.

Along with something for nausea.

I think they went this route because codeine gave me a boomerang headache.

And also because  once they learned I’d had brain surgery and had a titanium clip in my head?  They ran for the hills.  

Of Note.

I repeatedly consulted with my GP and my neurosurgeon.  I refused any prescription for any narcotics.

hate the way they make me feel.

I generally self-medicated with multiple Excederins only going to the ER if the pain became unbearable.

Try the Experts.

In headaches not neurosurgery.

I had a full workup at the Ann Arbor Headache clinic.

Complete with a consultation with two bright and shiny as a penny neurologists.

The only thing they were able to offer after several days of tests and interviews was that I had – get this – “A chemical imbalance.”

Funny how they couldn’t tell me which chemicals were out of balance.

They wrote a prescription for Pamelor.

I was confused.  It’s an anti-depressant and I wasn’t depressed.

The side effects were so awful – I was a walking zombie – I never took a second dose.

And theoretically I’d gotten the lowest possible dose.

I didn’t remember an entire day at work and that evening while driving home near the Pontiac Silverdome – when I saw a sign for I-75?  The initial thought that went through my head was “Oh, cool, now I can go 75 miles an hour.”

I was on Featherstone?  Hellloooooo

I was very lucky to yank myself into reality.  I called the doctor the next day – after NOT taking another pill and when he asked why I was so determined to never take it again?  I said, “Let’s put it this way.  The medicine negatively impacts my life way more than the migraines do.”

Not to mention I was not depressed.

Damn scary if you ask me.  Can you imagine people on the road with this stuff in their system?  Yikes!

Back to Our Story.

The minute I mentioned the narcotic cocktail?  His eyes narrowed.

Obviously I was flashing a neon sign that read Junkie looking for a fix.

Hey jerkweed?  Look at my record.  Every year between the end of May and the beginning of June – during the height of Michigan thunderstorm activity and only in the Detroit Metro area?  I end up in the ER.  

I literally told him to look up the record in less-than-dulcet tones.

Hey – I didn’t call him an ass!  

Then again he was the one with the pain relief magic pen.

I also invited him to look at my pharmacy record.

No prescriptions.  None.

Nothing.  I took no medication.

Still don’t.

I’d be one hell of a clever junkie to cover my trail that well.

Or maybe it was my suit – coming from work – that made him suspect?

He was unconvinced.

And I was still clutching my head with tears sliding down my cheeks.

I suggested he page and talk with the neurosurgeon who put the clip on my brain bleed in 1979.

Who was probably on rounds at St. Mary’s of Redford hospital, if not in surgery.

Are You Willing?

Not a nice question to ask someone who isn’t a spy but who is experiencing excrutiating pain.  Hm.  Maybe that would be a good recruiting tool…

He asked if I would be willing to try a  non-narcotic.

In otherwords, did I really truly seriously want to do something about the excrutiating pain?

Oh, I don’t know.  Does the sun come up in the morning?

Yes!

I was ecstatic at the thought of a remedy that didn’t necessitate I call someone to drive me home where I would sleep and wake feeling like crap because of the narcotics and their side-effects.

And the pain never went away.  The narcotics just allowed me to sleep until the storm system mosied northeast.

He gave me Imitrex.

A miracle!

I drove myself home and due to a number of circumstances including moving across the country – never found myself in the ER with a migraine again.

To this day!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this excerpt. There’s more to the chapter, more to the book.

Lots of meat in both Volumes 1 & 2.

As I’ve shared in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity, I figured out a cure for these migraines – caused by atmsopheric pressure drops – a year ago.

The remedy and my thoughts on what was going on are included in that book along with this one.

Stay tuned.

Note: Though I never again had migraines severe enough to land me in the ER until I discovered the Atmospheric EMF migraine cure? I had migraines.

Caused by atmospheric EMFs.

They were just more tolerable.

After the cure? Nada.

Even in the presence of those same Atmospheric EMFs.

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE

Maybe the Universe is trying to send me a message.

“Get out of the way so I can help you.”

Readers are aware I’ve been struggling with a follow-up EMF Sensitivity project.

As I’ve pointed out more than once the thing is like a giant octopus with tentacles that were starting to tangle and choke the life out of it.

In spite of the frustration and a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to pull it off, determination if not outright stubborness drove me to find a way to make it happen.

Of course it could also be ego given I woke up that morning thinking “I’m smart.  I’m sure I can figure out a way.”

Interestingly, soon after I posted that article I got an idea how to figure it out.

Not the solution – a way to find the solution.

I went to a local pub.

Historically, I’ve been able to solve some of my bigger career challenges there.

It isn’t alcohol because I have wine and champagne in the house.  

It’s a combination of the ambiance – a sports bar with lots of games and ESPN on on a number of TVs – and being with others who are – like me – working away from home. Of course good service and good food doesn’t hurt.

Within a short time of placing my order, a solution came to me and I began to type.

But Will This Work?

Not wanting to go much further if I was going at it wrong – don’t want to waste time and energy – I solicited feedback from my server believing if she understood what I was talking about in the few words I’d gotten down I was going in the right direction.

The subject is broad.  Being concise is important.

She absolutely got it  and went on to offer helpful perspective, including telling me of a regular who has EMF Sensitivity.

Inspired by the communication success I continued typing.

Once I got home I was able to write four chapters.

The Words Just Flowed.

It wasn’t manic.

Likely because I’d been working and reworking the subject for the past 6 months.  

On a Roll.

Yesterday I got all but one chapter finished.

Two and a half days and the 1st draft was just about done.

Wahoo!

Not So Fast.

I hit a wall.

The same wall I’d been hitting for the past 6 months.

Esoteric EMFs.

4th of the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity, Esoteric EMFs are – as I wrote in the appropriate chapter yesterday – simultaneously the most intriguing and challenging.

Which is why I’m so determined to share what I’ve learned and observed.

They are also interconnected if not outright entangled with the other EMFs.

Which is of interest to anyone curious about 

  • Psi
  • Angels
  • Ghosts
  • Factor X

Factor X is the effect of human emotion – a type of EMF – on human health and well-being.

My coverage of these unique EMFs are what’s been tangling everything up. At the same time they are an important part of the project.

These EMFs are interconnected to every other type in one way or another even if it’s only to give clarity or context.

Unable to progress I threw up my hands and joined Aaron in the kitchen where he was cooking dinner.

He’s a great listener and he has lived this with me but talking about it didn’t really help.

By the time I went to bed I was no closer to an answer.

Though I believed one was out there.

New Day New Start.

I lay in bed this morning and considered my options.  

OMG:  Just got a big time answer from the Universe.  

But 1st…

I stared at the bedroom ceiling and thought over the challenge and my options and decided to ask God for help.  

When it comes to removing a writing block, He’s never let me down.

Confident a solution would present itself I sat down on the couch with a glass of water and looked at my text messages.  One was from someone going through a bit of chaos.  

“Decisions decisions – waiting to hear back on other decisions.”

Been there, done that.

After sending her a shamrock emoji and wishing her luck I went back to drinking water and staring out the window.

Searching for a solution.

My mind wandered which for me is auspicious.

This is what Jose Silva calls the Daydream Stare and is critical to problem solving.

Thinking on the text a thought occurred.

Take it a piece at a time.

Though this thought was more or less for the challenge of my friend’s decisions I realized it may be a way for me to approach my own challenge.

Specifically, break the Esoteric EMFs away from the other sections.

God knows there’s enough material in there to be a stand-alone book.

The more I stared out the window the more the idea appealed.

But Would It Work?

After a number of interruptions – each with a bit of synchronicity tied to the idea – I considered the Universe was likely trying to tell me something and in overthinking the problem I couldn’t hear the message.

Get out of the Way!

On the heels of that thought I began this article.

I stopped to check email.

The app hung so I  went back to writing.

The system froze.

Microsoft Word repeatedly freezes whenever there’s a Free Cell game installed on my system.  I keep it because it isn’t a daily thing, I’m manic about saving my work, and, playing the game while listening to music puts me in that wonderful Daydream State.

When I deinstalled it and tried other methods to inspire that creativity?  Pffffffftttt!

I rebooted to find I’d lost half the article.

Ah well, I know what I wanted to say.

Getting back to the point where I left off I picked up my phone and looked at email.

The Answer is Yes.

The question?

I think the Universe is trying to tell me to get out of the way so it can help me.

Yes, it is.

There was an email from a family member who is a dear friend and like a sister to me.

I’d actually been planning to email her and ask for advice about my conundrum.

The subject line:  Having Trouble?

The content had one sentence:  Start with the small stuff.

Along with a couple of supportive emojis.

Start with the small stuff.

It’s the solution I’d come up with though I was wondering if it would work.  That her email showed up at the exact moment I needed to hear those words?  From somone I was about to contact for advice?

The Universe weighed in.

Go With It.

After thanking God for answering my call I went back to typing.

The Plan.

I will be separating the Esoteric EMF Section from the publication dealing with Geologic, Atmospheric, and Technologic EMFs.

I’m providing an update to that last.

Ginsu Knife Moment.

Aka There’s more.

The message also addressed a question about the format.

Smaller but packed with useful information.

On That Note.

Don’t just ask.  Receive.

In closing I’ll take the opportunity to share that one of the best ways to experience synchronicities and other Esoteric events is to acknowledge them and thank the Universe for sending them your way.

I also thanked the messenger for her part in providing the answer.

If you spend energy trying to write them off as coincidences you are more or less snubbing a gift.

Not a way to Win and Influence Universal Friends.

You can’t want something then look down your nose at the process and expect it to be a winning combination.

For more on life’s synchronistic gifts I suggest Robert Moss’ The Three Only Things: Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination.

Have a wonderful synchronicity filled weekend!

I will be releasing the EMF follow-on work by or before the end of July 2022.

Stay tuned.

Post Note: I’m releasing it in a 2 Volume Set.

I finished the 1st draft of Volume 1 ten minutes ago!

I’m celebrating with a bit of Billy Squier.

Don’t Say No!

CANCEL THAT

After 7 + years of trying to make the pieces fit I have decided to decommission the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity project.

If and when I get information I believe informative and relevant to the subject I will update.  

I offer the following for those seeking information about

GATE: The 4 Pillars of EMF Sensitivity

Geologic EMFs: 

I detail my relationship with geologic EMFs in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity.  As I write in Calcium: The Old Man Mineral and Its Role in EMF Sensitivity, once I relocated from Southern California to the Pacific Northwest, the ringing I hear prior to an earthquake continued though it switched to the opposite ear.

Though I can sense geologic fault lines, thanks to the work I have done, which is detailed in my books, I am no longer sickened by them.

Atmospheric EMFs

As I write in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Calcium Toxicity, after 35+ years of suffering migraines caused by a drop in atmospheric pressure, I stumbled on a remedy.

These migraines often landed me in the ER and were so severe I missed work. In spite of a thorough workup by specialists, no cause was ever determined and nothing – not even narcotic pain medication – could ease the horrific throbbing.

I’ve tested the remedy for over a year in different regions of the country and in multiple seasons.

To this day I am migraine free.

Consistent with my approach of using natural methods for healing – with an emphasis on nutritional – the remedy is a combination of a vitamin and a homeopathic.

Details in the book.

Technologic EMFs

Thanks to years of research and hard work I am free from debilitating symptoms suffered when around technological EMFs.  I kept meticulous records so I could share what I’ve observed, experienced, and learned with others.  

It took 25 grueling months of the protocol that helped me detoxify the heavy metals that led to this condition.

All publications under The World of EMF are packed with information that will help people identify whether what they are experiencing is Sensitivity to technology EMFs and what they can do about it.

I provide a number of remedies that ameliorate and/or eliminate symptoms, the cause, and a path to a cure.

Esoteric EMFs

The following books give readers a glimpse into the world of esoteric EMFs

I will provide relevant updates as appropriate.

Stay tuned.

SHORT AND SWEET – AND FUN

Busy but productive day.

It’s amazing how much you can get done when you get your way.

After resolving the challenge of having my vision in a way that isn’t bloat and a nightmare to administrate…

And navigate…

I have the Author’s Note, Introduction, and About the Book for the current project ready to go.

I also have a book cover sketched out.

Once the cover is complete I will put up a landing page complete with the above sections available to readers.

So you get an idea what all the fuss is about.

Happy with the day’s accomplishments I folded laundry before making for my desk only to find the Castle Mascot looking a little down.

Initially thinking he was mad because I didn’t give him his arugula I did so then made for the desk.

How it fell to me when he isn’t my pet is a whole other story…

I think it was a conspiracy by certain members of the household who seem to think I needed a hobby.**

When that didn’t work I decided to try an oldie and potentially goodie.

Music!

And not just any music – Gyro’s fav’s!

80s and New Wave/Synth.

Go figure.

I sat down and quickly pulled together music from compilations and other sources I knew.

From high school!

Bette Davis Eyes kicked off the list.

No, not male which are his favorites, but a husky voice and plenty of synth.

He immediately turned to the sound of the music.

While I have a preference for heavy metal 

AC/DC, Krokus, Judas Priest, Alice Cooper, et al

I do like plenty of 80s/New Wave

Men at Work, Rockwell, Big Country, Eurythmics, et al

I tolerate Spandeau Ballet – his absolute fav based on his behavior – but otherwise like most of what he likes.

Including the currently playing Eddie Grant’s Electric Avenue.

He LOVES this one!

I just realized as I was typing – I need to add the Cars.

He dances to them.

My life…

With any luck I’ll have the landing page for the upcoming project available within a day or two.

Stay tuned!

** I have a hobby.  It’s called reading.

Note: By the time Rockwell’s Somebody’s Watching Me was finishing? He’d turned his entire body toward the source of the music – my iPhone in the kitchen. It is fun – and sweet – to watch his behavior change when this music is on.

Go figure.

THE LIMITS AND LAUGHS OF PSI

Still getting used to the energetic adjustments my body is going through as a result of having relocated my desk.  I’m also taking advantage of it for EMF testing.

I chose a specific lunch to compare how I felt here versus there.

I’ve mentioned before I’m not someone who sees a sign in every shooting star.  I do, however, take note when something out of the ordnary leads to a beneficial outcome.

Out of the Ordinary

Though it may not appear so from the outside, no two days in my life are the same.

Never have been.  I thrive in uncertainty because I never had anything else.  In spite of this, however, I work very hard to maintain harmony and peace – since I rarely had it before taking control of my life.

This makes it easier to note when something is out of the ordinary.  To put it in perspective, I’ll give examples of each.

Ordinary

The other night while poking through what is known as the Vatican Giggles I came across an article I thought relevant, one I felt would be included in a blog.

By now readers know I’m not a fan of the Catholic Church, Catholic School, or nuns – for good reason.

I saved the link to the article with a mental note to circle back around to it at some point.

This is ordinary in that I often do this with bits of information and articles.  What makes it very ordinary is that I don’t always end up using the stuff in a blog.

Out of the Ordinary

I was rereading Adrift and relaxing even as I noted physical and Psi changes resulting from moving the desk.  I got the urge to look at a specific online news site.

It isn’t that I never look at this site, it’s that as I was eating a loaded potato skin – part of the lunch experiment – and reading the story – I got the urge to look at the site at that moment.

After reading the article that caught my psi attention then forwarding it to Aaron with a pithy comment I came to understand the significance.

Dragon Core

Like Perspective, Timing is Everything

But what about that perspective?  

Ahh, now it starts to make sense.

The two incidents – the Vatican Giggles and today’s look here – are not only intertwined they’re relevant.

To the project and more.

Giggles and a Smile

The article I saved was about how the Pope recently told some folks he’d prefer to use tequila as the remedy for knee pain.**

Smart man.

Natural making it far superior to pharmaceuticals.

Along with champagne, as I write in Ignoring the Rules:  An Intriguing Approach to Calcium Toxicity, tequila is an excellent health remedy.

Among other things, it can reduce pain associated with arthritis.

Which is more or less a descriptor for symptoms.  As a holistic doctor I look at that whole approach with a jaundiced eye, as did the world prior to the Post World War II pharmaceutical industry surge; a surge that helped at least one beleagured nation pull out of economic devastation. Conflicting interest?  Never.

Amused by the Pontiff’s observations – and yes tequila would definitely help him – I figured I’d use the information.

Someday.

The days ticked by and I turned my attentions to other concerns.

Pssst

Today’s event was a little different in that I felt an urge to look at a specific site at a specific time.

A major news site, the headlines change throughout the day.

The article was another I find amusing not because I take pleasure in other people’s suffering but because it was something I’d known.

As in Psi known.

Years earlier!

I considered the two events – how I’d known this stuff – and understood the connection.

A connection established over a period of days and with a lot of energetic chaos between.

I Told You

Being a prophetic isn’t easy.

Shoot the messenger anyone?

As I’ve written previously, it’s not what you know, it’s what you do with what you know.

  • Who do you tell?
  • Will they believe you?
  • What will you do if they don’t?

As I write in After Here: The Celestial Plane and What Happens When You Die there came a point where I needed to tell Aaron I’m a psychic.

We were at a sports bar in Royal Oak, MI watching the Wings go for their first Stanley Cup in beaucoup years.

I write how he said – more or less – “Cool.”

And how I thought Yeah, that was a bit too quick.  We’ll see how you handle things when this rears its head.

What It Means Initially

I explained to him there would be times I will just know something and he’d have to trust me.

I may not have proof at that moment.

I went on to explain I may demand we take action based on that knowing.

He said “Okay.”

Yeah, uh-huh.

As you can imagine we’ve had a few interesting moments in the ensuing quarter century though I can guess what he’d say if someone asked him about it now.

I believe her and know what she says is the truth.

They say everything’s 20/20 in hindsight.  Nowhere is this truer than with Psi.

I Told You

It’s a bitter phrase as it can bring up pretty nasty images in terms of the female role in a marriage but the truth is – I have told him.

That’s what being a clairvoyant and clairsentient is!  You see or you know what is coming!

It’s easier when it’s something like “Quick – that car is going to pull out in front of us!”

The action happens soon after the prediction.

It’s a bit trickier when the action based on prediction needs to happen months if not years before the event takes place.

I will be writing and talking about this not-so-fun Psi aspect in the days and weeks to come.

The truth is, as disruptive as it has been, thanks to my knowledge we have a lot of doo doo in the rearview mirror.

Key phrase? In the rearview mirror.

We got out before it hit the fan.

There’s a reason for that.

Part of that reason is The Dude though a good part is just my Psi.

How does this tie back to the articles?

Pope on a Rope

A nod to Eddie Murphy and SNL

This one’s almost a no-brainer.  I published the book explaining why tequila is a good health remedy years ago.

Today’s Tidbit

I Told You

Aaron and I both used to work downtown San Francisco.

At 50 Fremont.

The office was a few blocks from the warehouse conversion we called home.

Cement and rebar that was a Faraday Cage – a total blessing for me though I didn’t know it at the time.

We passed the empty plot that now houses the Leaning Tower of Soma.  When I saw the sign stating it was going to be developed for a high-rise? I was apoplectic.

This is Going to Be a Disaster!

Never mind that I’d just done extensive research into Kerry’s Game and knew it was the old Barbary Coast Coastline – I’d learned about it being landfill in college!

My Geology 101 professor expressed in less-than-duclet tones the numerous idiotic decisions Californians had made when it came to real estate

  • Building nuclear plants close to and on geologically active faults
  • Building on landfill that would become the poster child for liquefaction in a shake, rattle, and roll
  • Building on areas that were – in the early 20th century – deemed geologically dangerous to build on

I recently read that someone is suggesting building on land where a previous housing development went sliding downhill. What – they think the bad slope changed its mind about being geologically unstable?

Don’t Need No Stinkin Geologist!

I had my – well – juju!

I was adamant that developing on that part of San Francisco was not only foolish – it was stupid.

This is insane!

Aaron stood next to me in silence as I pointed to the empty plot and listed the numerous reasons it was insane to develop on that property.

The longer he stood quietly the more I thought he missed the significance.

No Surprises

When the doo doo started to fly?  It wasn’t being a Psi that had me thinking “Duh” so much as the initial response.

Finger Pointing!

Having lived in the Bay Area I was used to watching the Soap Opera of The Government Two-Step.

Aka Not my fault!

Was even on the receiving end of it!

Oh, didn’t we tell you the owner of that property you bought wasn’t the most upstanding citizen on the planet?

Conundrum or Inevitability?

I’ve spent decades knowing what was going to happen before it did, knowing the future since I was 5 and no – it isn’t as simple as just guessing the Lotto numbers and life’s a peach.

Though I have won numerous raffles and have a lot of successes because I knew what was going to happen.

Not Everyone Appreciates Knowing

Like I said – shoot the messenger!

Having spent endless hours throughout the decades trying to help people avoid disaster I’ve learned the best thing I can do with the truth?  Act on it.

Not speak about it.  Act on it.

There are times when I will pass along information if I think it will make a difference.

Rare.  Most people don’t want to know.

For the most part I share what I know with Aaron and we take appropriate action.

Which is why there are a number of interesting events in the rearview mirror.

I wish the folks at the Millennium Tower luck. Personally?

I’m with Pyke:  “The [San Francisco Department of Building Inspection] should withdraw the permit and put him/them out of their misery.”

As for the Pope

Telling the world what I already knew?  

I’ll drink to that!

Cheers!

** As I was proof reading this I caught yet another synchronicity. I’m rereading Adrift. Jorge – the Science Officer – is from the tequila region of Mexico!

This plays a significant role in the character and the plot!

A SUNDAY THAT’S A PSI DAY

In terms of psi yesterday was quite interesting.

And to think I’d been concerned because I hadn’t been able to pick up on psi energy consistently recently.**

At one point Aaron told me he was having trouble finding some paperwork.

Important paperwork.

After updating me he returned to the room it should be in.  I sat there and got this sudden thought.  I can use my abilities to find it!

I’d not done anything like that in decades and even then I followed a Silva Method rather than just telling myself – as a clairsentient – I will find it because I will know where the paperwork is!

I stopped on the way to the room to ground myself.

This has to do with materials that affect esoteric EMFs which I will be discussing in the upcoming lecture.

Even though I had confidence I would find the paperwork I decided to pull out the big guns.

The dude.

After speaking the name he gave me in a dream decades earlier he appeared – looked at me over his shoulder – one eyebrow raised.

I had to smile at his expression.  It was as if he was saying “You rang?”  

I said “Can you help me?  We really need to find that paperwork and I would appreciate any help.  Thank you.”

I walked over to where Aaron was looking through a bunch of stuff and immediately knew where the paperwork was.  I said “It slid down the side.”

He responded by continuing his search.

As if I hadn’t spoken.

I pointed and said, “It’s there.”

He mumbled something about checking there in a minute then went to a different part of the room to continue the search.

He was very distracted.

I knelt down, pulled out a bag, reached into the spot behind it – and pulled out the paperwork.

Exactly where I knew it would be.

I was pretty geeked on the whole process, not to mention relieved we had the paperwork.

Ginsu Knife Moment

Aka There’s more…

Awhile later, I was sitting next to Aaron watching an interview with Stewart Copeland.  There was a sudden shift in energy to my right and my temperature dropped significantly.

I began to shiver from the cold.

I realized a new ghost must have sat down beside me.

I will be discussing the method one of the musician ghosts came up with – that was tweaked by a different musician ghost years later – meant to head off a negative response to their presence in an upcoming video.

I lost track of the interview because the cold was distracting.

The fact I had an unknown ghost sitting next to me was more so.

Suddenly the ghost appeared and said, “Take my  hand.  I’ll ground you.”

Before he showed himself I sensed him but didn’t have an image.

I didn’t hestitate.  

He obviously knew he was causing discomfort and felt he could fix it.

Within seconds I was warm again.

And centered energetically.

I looked down at my hand in his – examined his hand, noted it was pudgy with knuckles that were swollen.

Arthritis.

It reminded me of my maternal grandfather’s hand.

I said, “You must have died when you were older.”

I also knew I was looking at the hand of a musician though I had a hard time putting it to guitar playing.

It’s kind of a psi thing I have that I can focus on a musician’s hands or build.  

Guitarists are very distinctive.  This guy didn’t fit that.

He let me know who he was.

He told me the group he was in and showed me his image but didn’t say a name.

I sat there stunned.  I loved that group!  

One of my favs was sitting next to me?!

I felt kind of sheepish thinking how I’d loved that group since I was a kid but he took it well, chuckling in an affectionate way – as if he understood my discomfort if not awe.

As I tuned back in to the interview I realized it made sense the guy was there.

He isn’t a guitarist.

I also understood why he’d asked me to take his hand.

Another drummer who entered the picture not too long ago figured out a pretty significant energy thing.  Obviously, he gave this guy a head’s up.

Ginsu Knife Moment

Aka There’s More

While Aaron watched the interview, distracted, I did an Internet search and got the guy’s name, staring in shock when it came up.

I’d known he was coming!

Three days ago  I was working through an Event Horizon exercise.  I wrote this guy’s first name – that he was a musician who had been in multiple groups and even wrote part of the name of the group he was in!

From that exercise:  

He is a member of a musical group.  He was in a different one before that.  I like his music as a general rule and I just got the essence of psi energy drain.  I have been dealing with the feeling of ghost and psi energy for days. 

I’ve left out his name though I did write it in that exercise, along with a partial name from the group he was in.

While all of it is fantastical and cool it’s that this newest visitor validated EMF energy research that really has me geeked.

These guys have been helping me with my EMF research since the beginning.

I will be filming video soon.

Stay tuned!

**  As I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, loss of psi was one of the earliest symptoms.  I was highly traumatized and to this day whenever I don’t have that connection?  I panic.

SOMETIMES IGNORANCE IS BLISS

Nothing like a little theology to give one a headache.

The book I was advised to purchase is – academically speaking – a beautiful gold mine.  It’s also like reading an encyclopedia of BCE stuff.

Stuff I was familiar with, that made my eyes cross when I first encountered it!

Thus, the headaches.

There is plenty of CE stuff thrown in.

For context – and – more headaches.  I bet the author got one, too!

Translating Latin wasn’t even like this.

Why Am I Reading This? 

After a few pages I understood the Cosmic nudge.  It solved a big conundrum I had in regards to the next fiction project.

The dude has had an interest in my writing career for decades so  I thanked him for the push and continued on with my reading.

Hey!  I’ve Seen That Before!

Several pages later I saw images the author was using as reference.  Just one thing.  I’d seen them before.

During the NDE!

They are images the dude showed me during the NDE and again in 10th Grade geometry class.

And periodically after as he was teaching me/making a point. Details can be found in Lessons From the Edge: An Author’s Guide to Metatron’s Army.

Throughout the years I’d drawn many of the images to show my EE husband.

A lot of the symbols are related to/drawn from math and physics, something he is brilliant in.

I was stunned to see them on the pages.  More so to see that others had seen them long before me.

Centuries ago.

Others who’d drawn and written the stuff down!

Centuries ago.

For the past week as I’ve struggled to push through this grad level text I’ve wondered what the point was.

I honestly couldn’t imagine using any of it – not even in fiction.

I’d walked away from the turmoil of a community – one that included family – that made my young life a living hell because my NDE recounting wasn’t on par with Disney’s Bambi.

Maybe That’s The Point

Yesterday was a good day – because it was peaceful.

A day without chaos is a good day in my book.

After a nice dinner I spent a quiet evening playing Scrabble.

Okay, maybve not so quiet.  Aaron kept pulling i’s while I got the X, the Z, etc.  He wasn’t happy.

I’d done a bit of reading of the book during the afternoon.

After setting it aside for several days because I really wasn’t intersted in reading a grad level theological encyclopedia no matter how good the author is at presenting his findings.

Before falling asleep last night I spent a bit of time considering I still didn’t understand why the dude wanted me to read this stuff.

Sunrise Brings Clarity

I hadn’t even opened by eyes when a thought occurred.  Images aside, there’d been a couple of passages that I related to, because they sounded a lot like what I talked about in the intensive care unit after coming out of the coma.

Words I used to describe what I saw during the NDE.

Within seconds the dude was there.  

Well?

OMG!

“Every one of those passages is from the Book of Revelation!”

I didn’t shout to the rafters but I thought it loud!

You mean the 4 Horsemen?

Um no.

I did not view the end of the world during the NDE.

The dude was standing some distance from the bed as I stared up.

Waiting.

While I worked through the puzzle – what it all meant – it occurred to me what I’d just said.  The words I spoke were from the Bible!

Well – I used words slightly different but I was 10 and had never read the Book of Revelation.

Whereas John speaks of flaming lanterns, I called them tall flames.

The images of which appear on the back cover of my book.

Let Me Get This Straight

Taking a seat at my desk shortly thereafter, I pulled the book up and did a search on the word Revelation.  Sure enough, the quotes closely matched words I’d used to describe certain entities and other images I’d seen.  But if that was true…

Why the Hell was I Metaphorically Crucified?

I was a child waking up from a coma. I was blind, paralyzed on the left side. I could barely talk. I could barely make out shadowy shapes. Why was I the bad guy in this?

I grew up in a Catholic family and community.

Went to 7 years of Catholic school, 6 of which were completely miserable.

Why were people threatened by words found in the Bible?  No.  Why did they tell me they were Satan’s words?

They were from the Bible! St. John.

At 10 I had not been taught nor read Revelation but my parents had gone through 12 years of Catholic school!

My dad did an additional 2 at a Catholc college!

Several members of my family were devout and very familiar with the Bible.

My paternal grandmother – a forced convert – was a Pentacostal who believed the Bible was literal.  She read it daily!

And the nuns?  The priests?  Surely they would have recognized the words I used to describe the angelic beings I saw.  

Unless they were too busy hating me for the privelge of the NDE?

The nun who was my 6th grade teacher threw several heavy textbooks at my head about six weeks after the brain surgery.  She waited til my head was turned and aimed for the side that was cut open for the operation.  A classmate who later became an MD pushed me out of the way of the flying texts.

I probably would have died, consvulsing to death in front of a bunch of 10 – 12 year-olds.

I thought of the woman who told my mother the symbols I’d drawn in 10th grade – symbols associated with Calculus shown to me by the dude – were demon worship.

She told my mother I was practicing Satanic worship because of those Caculus symbols.

Symbols that are part of differential equations.

Math?!

I remembered sitting with my high school physics teacher in the school library after school while he explained the complex symbols I had yet to encounter.

I was in pre-calc, geometry, and physics at the time.  Interesting combination in light of what the dude was teaching me.

I came to the conclusion that I suffered for no good reason.

Now you see why I put this in the Cesspit.

I think the dude is trying to help me see something a lot of people – mostly guys as very few women go into math or science or engineering – have been trying to show me for years.

I did nothing wrong.

I can’t help but find it interesting that throughout the years I’ve had amazing conversations with men and women involved in math and science.

Including my former boss at ECD Stan Ovshinsky, our colleague Rick Ito, and a number of college professors.

My conversations with nuns?  Not so great.

Go figure.

I am happy to say I finished the damn book!

Personally, I think it was a lot of effort to prove a point.  

Then again, The dude has a mind of his own.