After months of effort I’ve determined there is no value in doing Podcast 4.
I can’t make it work.
I have a number of projects in the works. For now?
Be well.
Where the rubber meets the road. How real life experiences and knowledge are woven into my writing.
Sitting with a scented candle the cozy colors of autumn’s splendor visible through the window and thinking on recent interactions with a gentleman I would describe as having Old World Manners. Doubtless I’m aging myself with that phrase but as I let my mind wander, couldn’t help but acknowledge with pride I raised my kids with those same manners. Though it may seem an outdated and perhaps unnecessary skill for parents to teach, not doing so can cost kids success.
Because you never know.
The Dinner Setting
My paternal grandmother saw brilliance in the man she wanted to marry, a WW II Air Force Captain. She enrolled in finishing school, went on to be the wife of a powerful CEO. This woman taught me a wide range of skills – how to entertain the 1% including how to set a place setting for a full-course European meal. The irony? I was living in poverty thanks to her son.
When was I ever going to…?
Lessons Worth Learning
I once asked her, given my socio-economic realities – why waste time and energy? Her answer?
You Never Know When
My grandmother was investing on my behalf.
Learn Well
I had good reason to listen to her advice even as I acknowledged she was a bit bats in the belfry.
The mansion behind their property literally had a belfry even as I went without food, clothes that fit… power shut off in winter due to lack of paying the bills.
But…
I had dreams.
From the time I was 6 I talked of traveling the world and being something more though I kept those dreams a secret in my heart.
A lot of her persuasion revolved around painting a vision of a time I lifted myself out of poverty and these lessons would come in handy.
She should have been an actress. She was brilliant painting a time when…
She made me believe.
12 Years Later
10 – 15 years younger than my tech peers I nonetheless helped secure a huge win that put my district on the global map. As such I was included in the award – a weekend stay at a 5-star hotel and a stipend for a nice dinner.
I worked 80 hours a week several weeks in a row alongside peers on a customer opportunity that brought in hundreds of millions of dollars.
Single I reached out to a high school buddy to go with me.
His parents grilled me for over an hour on details.
Ah Details
I chose a nice steakhouse away from restaurants where I’d likely run into my colleagues. To my surprise my buddy started asking if his tie was crooked, if he’d placed the silverware correctly…
I assured him the wait staff had taken care of it.
It got to a point where he admitted he was terrified of shaming me at the upcoming award banquet.
Needless to say I assured him there was nothing to worry about.
As the youngest recipient of the award I was equally nervous but I’d worked my tail off.
Doing The Right Thing
I’ve raised my kids with Old World Manners not with the idea I’m trying to shape them into world leaders but because it’s the right thing to do. Smiling? Treating People with respect? Wishing them a good day? Lifting them up when they need a helping hand? THESE are the pillars upon which decent society was built and in spite of what you may read on the web it’s the fabric that still exists.
Across the globe.
Pass the baton of good manners…
If you didn’t have the opportunity to learn at home there are plenty of books on etiquette so take advantage of your local library and dream your future.
Be Well
Just in time for Halloween
I love when science validates my work after-the-fact. From an article on possible explanations for supposed hauntings:
Of course, there are some cases of ‘hauntings’ for which there is evidence of some physical phenomena: magnetic, pressure or temperature variations…
Right up my EMF Sensitivity Alley!
I cover this along with information on dealing with real hauntings in-depth in my app Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal.
I include locations throughout the world where I’ve experienced true hauntings.
The Whaley House in Old Town San Diego is haunted as validated by the US Government.
Having had my own experiences there, I agree.
My app and accompanying workbook are filled with examples of logical scientific explanations of paranormal phenomenon, including the fact spirits themselves are an EMF and thus subject to the laws of physics.
Lots of tools and strategies to deal with this sometimes bothersome frequency are included along with stories of how and why I used them.
Before I close out I want to leave you with a bit of irony.
This meme came across my path today. It put me in the mind of the following experience I had over a decade ago while visiting Salem, MA with my family.
Enjoy and Happy Halloween.
May it be filled with more treats than tricks.
From my book on the subject.
Not currently available.
The House of the Seven Gables
I thoroughly enjoyed touring the historic home.
I love Colonial architecture – especially brick structures.
The Revolutionary War period is one of my favorites.
Of US history.
Toward the end of the tour, we went into the beautiful master bedroom. The guide stood near the fireplace and talked about the furniture, the family, and the town’s history. Not long into the discussion, the ghost of John Turner III appeared.
Arms crossed in front of his chest, with ankles also crossed, he was floating on the other side of the fireplace.
He was leaning back, even as he floated, listening as the guide talked about former owners, including him.
He seemed amused and nodded several times during the guide’s speech.
When the guide began talking about how John Turner III lost the house and the family fortune, another ghost appeared.
“I’ll tell you what happened,” the second ghost snapped, “he was a fool.”
At this point, John Turner III unfolded his arms, stood up and faced the other ghost.
His father, John Turner II.
“I was not a fool,” he replied calmly, “I was being cautious. There was no way to know the colonists would win.”
While the guide explained that John Turner the III was suspected of being a Loyalist, the two ghosts continued to argue.
“The correct word is Royalist,” the son said with an impatient air.
This is the same term the spirit near the Customs House used: Royalist.
His father replied, “Which you were, and a fool besides.”
“How could I have known?” the son asked.
“You should have known,” the father growled back. “You would have, if you’d thought about it from a business perspective.”
At this point the son rolled his eyes.
Obviously, this was an old argument.
As I listened to father and son go at it, I dug my nails into my palms to keep from laughing.
The guide was doing a great job and I didn’t want to appear rude.
What I learned from listening to the ghosts was that John Turner III had assumed the British Crown would put down the Colonist rebellion. He’d planned to benefit from that outcome.
He was in shipping and had been making deals with the Crown.
Obviously, he’d thrown his lot in with the wrong side and centuries later, his father was still berating him for his stupidity.
“The boy was a fool,” he growled.
Father and son spirits were still arguing when we left. As we proceeded down to the next room on the tour, I told Aaron what I’d seen and heard.
“It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
I decided not to tell the guide what I’d experienced.
Something told me he wouldn’t take it well.
When I made the decision to release an app and workbook filled with tools and strategies for dealing with Esoteric EM frequencies I decided to
Within days of the release I attended a conference. While having wine at the hotel one evening I chatted with the bartender – a fellow Midwesterner and hockey lover. When I told him what I do – chatted a bit about the release of Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal he got excited so I asked if he wanted a business card. He asked for another for a colleague because, “She’s into holistic.”
The next evening Aaron and I were in the area relaxing with wine when a woman working the bar approached, explained she was the colleague. She said, “Can I ask you a question? What is Esoteric?”
When I explained she got tears in her eyes.
She hadn’t had a name to explain what was happening to her, didn’t know it was “a thing.”
When I shared the purpose of the material she started to cry. I understood.
Having been brought to tears myself by my sensitivity to these frequencies.
It’s what motivated me to find solutions.
Driven to Tears
As I mention in a previous post I knew the time was now to release this information because multiple people – all of whom were aware of my abilities – shared they were so overwhelmed by their sensitivity to Esoteric frequencies they were driven to tears.
I hugged her and promised it was going to be okay. I felt confident in that promise because as I detail in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing Treating and Living With EMF Sensitivity, half the battle is knowing what’s happening.
Putting a name to it.
Later that evening we were at a large social gathering. I looked to my left to see a gentleman watching the entertainment screen which was about three floors below us. Intuition guided me to approach. In the course of sharing why we were there I mentioned what I do and my latest project. His reply? “I need this.”
He got a business card too.
Over and over I handed out cards to people overwhelmed by their sensitivity to Esoteric frequencies. The best part? Over and over I gave hope.
In closing I’ll share a fun article I came across this morning and share a story.
When we lived in the Bay Area we looked at a house in Lafayette. When I was touring the 2nd floor I stepped into a bedroom and immediately knew someone had died there.
Knowing intuitively is clairsentience.
It was not good energy.
I shared it with Aaron along with the fact I felt evil – a word I rarely use – as we stood on the front lawn while listening to the real estate agent explain the bus stop for school was across the street.
When the agent came to our home to discuss an offer she told us
We walked away
Esoteric frequencies are serious business.
The journey to pursue my dream of being a writer is nothing like I envisioned when I left corporate in 2003.
3 months after being awarded a doctorate in holistic health.
I certainly never thought I’d come face to face with EMF Sensitivity which sent my vision on a serious detour.
From fiction writing.
While I’m the proud author of a number of fiction works nonfiction continues to take a significant place in my work and my life.
I have a passion for drawing on knowledge and experience to help others.
And then there’s the apps.
Though I spent decades in tech with programming experience in multiple languages it had been years since I’d done any programming.
Aaron to the Rescue!
My husband who supported my dreams from when I shared them on our first date and who’s been my partner in the madness of leaving safety to follow a dream offered to write the code if I gave him the content and the intent.
I’m proud of my work as all of it has been created with a passion for helping others.
Fiction is a wonderful way to explore a world you never knew existed and to take your mind off your troubles.
I can add that I’m hard at work on Podcast 4: Dealing with stressful and toxic environments holistically.
I am so excited to announce the availability of Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal, an EMF project years in the making.
Why so Long?
Experience made me aware of the negative impacts of Sensitivity to Esoteric EM frequencies but I struggled to find a way to do justice to the subject.
Under the umbrella of my work on EMF Sensitivity.
A Project of the Heart
It was after talking with someone severely affected by these frequencies I knew I had to figure it out.
It was heartbreaking to hear him cry as he recounted experiences that were turning his life upside-down.
I asked him to give me time to organize my thoughts and get tools and strategies into a format I could share with him.
Interest
It came as no surprise when soon after making the decision to take on this challenge I began running into people expressing interest in the subject matter. Obviously, the Universe was listening.
A good thing as I was feeling quite anxious about the project.
Need
More striking is the number of people who reached out to me in the months after I made the choice, seeking help for dealing with the toll these frequencies were taking on them.
What makes this so striking is none of them were aware of the project.
I will be following up personally with them in the days to come.
Formats
The information is available as an app and as a workbook.
I hope you enjoy the fruits of a labor of love. Be sure to listen to the message at the bottom of the page.
Happy and proud to announce Podcast Three: Caring for Family Holistically is available.
Fork In the Road.
The decision to do podcasts rather than sharing the information in written format has roots in my years in corporate.
Consulting.
The Who
I was having an email back and forth with a friend I’ve known since 1995. His company was acquired by the Tech Company I was working for two months after I started. We wound up on the same team and though we lived in different regions immediately connected on a level that went beyond tech skills. When it came to customer service and how you treat people we shared the same values.
We’ve remained friends in the years since I left tech. In a recent email he suggested I share my stories with a wider audience. I told him I’d think about it.
The What
The Universe must have had an interest because beginning shortly after I got a specifically worded message – repeatedly.
Me: “I’m a holistic doctor who specializes in nutritional healing and using exercise and other holistic healing methods.”
Them: “Oh I would love to do more of that but I wouldn’t know where to start.”
What went unsaid but which came out in the course of a brief discussion was they lacked the confidence to bring it up to their health care provider.
After weeks of this I decided to share the information in podcasts using stories to give context.
I discovered it felt natural.
Like my days in tech.
Another former colleague – one I helped with EMF Sensitivity told me I have a knack for explaining complex subjects in a way that makes them easy to understand.
It certainly seemed so based on the conversations.
When I looked at it like that the answer was clear. I was still consulting.
Only the subject had changed.
I hope you enjoy learning how to integrate holistic health practices into everday living.
Be well.
It’s been a chaotic exciting couple of weeks. What makes it super cool is clearing the towering In Box. I can FEEL the energy flowing. To celebrate? An audio nap.
A What?
As my mom will attest I’ve never been a good napper.
I’m one of those who feels worse after taking one.
Try Another Way
For a time I walked as it cleared the cobwebs. Unfortunately it also stimulated creativity which somewhat defeated the purpose as I came back and started work on the next bit of chaos.
Which I spent the duration of the walk contemplating.
Music To The Rescue
From the time I was a baby and danced to the Beatles on 8 track on the back seat music has filled my soul in a unique way.
No seatbelts back then.
I grew up dancing in my living room to tunes played on 8 track 45s 33 ½ and 78.
The Beat of Your Soul
I played drums, clarinet, piano then tenor sax.
Letting go when time in tech infringed with playing.
I had and have the passion of music in my soul – fed through whatever media is available.
We’ve Come a Long Way Baby
Thankfully and thanks to people like Steve Jobs and Neil Young mobile music has improved from the days of the Sony Walkman or mobile CD players that skipped.
The Brain’s Tired
Given how I’ve pushed myself I’m mentally fried. If I tried having a traditional nap I’d lay staring at the ceiling an adrenal rush keeping me from sleeping as I know I’ll feel worse if I nap.
Audio Nap
They say music soothes the savage beast.
I know it soothes the overworked soul.
I’ve put together a number of playlists for different moods, different scenarios.
One Scenario.
My work is a labor of love.
I sincerely aim to help others.
That drive can be the driver complete with a whip.
Projects
Before I tune into my tunes I’ll share what peeps can look forward to.
An App and companion workbook of tools and strategies to deal with Esoteric EM frequencies.
Dealing with the other 3 GATE EM frequencies.
This app provides tools and strategies for dealing with sensitivity to Geologic Atmospheric and Technologic EM frequencies.
Stay tuned and be well.
June 1994
Silicon Valley
I’d just moved into my apartment after transferring from Michigan for a job in tech. I came out of a sound sleep and listened to try to determine what woke me up. Seconds later the window blinds started bouncing against my window. Moments later I heard a Pop Pop Pop and seconds after that the building started to shake. My reacton? I laughed.
I had a tall glass cabinet I hadn’t yet anchored to the wall. I hoped I didn’t have to run – barefoot – through shattered glass on my way to the front door.
When I subsequently talked to my brother who’d recently moved back to the Midwest from Los Angeles he explained why I came awake before the shaking started.
“You heard it.”
He went on to tell me of a time when he was returning from a business trip. Getting in late and not wanting to disturb his sleeping family he went to sleep on the couch. At some point he heard a “click.” Knowing what it meant he leaped off the couch to get to his wife and baby who were asleep on a second level. By the time he got to the stairs the shaking was so bad he couldn’t go up.
He told me the shaking was so bad the stairs were flat.
As I didn’t recall hearing anything yet knowing earthquake waves are sound waves I accepted the explanation.
Be Quiet!
We’re having an earthquake!
Not long after I was on a customer call in my cube in Santa Clara. Out of nowhere I blurted – the customer was literally asking me a question “Be quiet! We’re having an earthquake!”
I Don’t Feel It!
This customer worked in a nearby office. When he protested he didn’t feel any shaking I snapped “Be quiet!” Shaking started seconds later. His response? “Don’t you hang up on me!”
Colleagues in surrounding cubes dove under desks. I sat holding the phone to my ear.
There was nothing nearby that might have hit my head.
When the shaking stopped the customer – badly shaken (pun intended) asked “How did you know that?”
I told him I heard it coming.
Huh?
My explanation didn’t satisfy though two teammates who overheard me understood.
One of them also heard quakes before the shaking started. He said “Did you notice I turned off my music?”
He used to play CDs in a CD reader on a DECstation.
In 2011 I published Riding the Waves: Diagnosing Treating and Living With EMF Sensitivity. In it I write of my ability to predict earthquakes.
Days before they happen.
I know which fault line will go
Even when USGS isn’t aware of it.
I know the day of the week the time of day within 2 minutes and the magnitude within .1 on the Richter scale.
This ability is due to my sensitivity to Geologic EM frequencies.
The other 3 GATE frequencies I’m sensitive to are Atmospheric, Technologic, and Esoteric.
NEW MATERIAL!
While this technically falls under Geologic the idea we – as humans – can predict earthquakes is esoteric in nature.
Isn’t That Special?
As Church lady would say.
I found it high irony to read an article about how it is so many woke up before the shaking started with a recent quake. Why high irony? I’m about to release an app for people whose lives are impacted by Esoteric EMFs. This phenomenon is covered in the app and accompanying workbook.
It’s fun if not vindicating to see science catching up with nature. When I published my book? US scientists and medical professionals were the only in the world to deny EMF Sensitivity was real.
Good thing I ignored them.
I’ll share more on the app soon.
I’ll also be doing an interview about the app with Lloyd Burell of ElectricSense.
Stay tuned.
Listening to The Gift from Gary Numan’s Intruder album and reflecting on the power of a hug.
Healing power.
As I Am Screaming starts up I recall a time when I was walking in downtown San Diego and a “hobo” (dated term I know) stepped in my path – not too close – and said with a smile – and arms open wide – “There’s someone who needs a hug.” And oh did I need one at that moment.
I was caught up in EMF Sensitivity Hell.
Smiling and trying not to cry I walked straight into his embrace and accepted all the love he was willing to give.
More Recently
Months back while at a working lunch I looked up to see a man looking as if he was about to fall apart.
He was sandwiched between high schoolers in line for pizza or bread sticks/salad for lunch before running back to school.
I mouthed “Are you okay?” Without saying a word he shook his head side to side. I immediately stood and went to him thinking to hug him.
I Froze
I asked if it was okay if I hugged him.
He nodded, said nothing – looked close to crumpling.
I pulled him into a hug and said “It’s going to be okay. I promise. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”
He nodded on my shoulder – held me tight – shoulders shaking as he silently cried and said nothing.
No words were needed.
At some point I went back to my lunch – felt a bit embarrassed at the idea all these high school boys waiting for pizza saw such a display of emotion.
Long Ago
Pontiac Eats And Beats
I ran into a former coworker while Aaron and I attended the festival. I threw my arms around him.
We’re survivors of a toxic work environment from hell.
He held me so tight – stepped back and said “You have the best hug.”
Life
Interpretation.
I’ll leave it to readers to decide what the energy of a hug means but I’ll leave you with this. Months ago a friend told me Psychedlic Furs were touring. She knows how passionate I am about music – thought attending would bring me joy.
She also knows how much I love the opener – Gary Numan – which I’m listening to as I type this one-handed.
Doo-doo happens
Recently.
Slipped – put my left hand out reflexively – broke my arm.
Bummer man.
I can’t begin to express the mental/emotional toll this – in spite of lack of pain – no need for pain meds – has taken on me.
We met up with the friend who told me about the concert. After hugging me gently she smiled pointed and said “That was me at the Cure” and in that moment healed a part of me that though isn’t physical is nonetheless broken because of what at the end of the day is an accident.
People? Hugs heal.
Hugs convey love freely given.
Never doubt the power of love.
To heal.
Be well.
