Project Update

I’m Writing Again!

To say writing a novel is energy intensive is – you guessed it – an understatement.

Motivation

During the Covid shutdown I wrote a number of novels priced as low as Amazon would allow.  My thinking was

  • Reading for pleasure would help people keep their mind off more serious matters

As it did for me once upon a time.

  • Pricing them as inexpensively as possible would help people who lost income due to the shutdown

The Toll

Working more than ten hours a day seven days a week took a toll.  I seriously thought I would never write a novel again.

It took months before I could write a blog.

I couldn’t read more than a short synopsis of a news item for over a year.

Fast Forward

Or backward as the case may be.

In 2014 I was heading out on a walk when an idea popped into my heart.  Life intervened so I put it to the back burner and got on with other writing projects.

Fiction and nonfiction both.

It’s Time

I was surprised to find myself recently revisiting that novel idea.  

I honestly thought I’d never have the mental stamina to overcome the damage of Covid shutdown.

It was becoming difficult to ignore.

Conundrum is in the works.

Details will follow as I have them.

Nurture the dream in your heart.

Man’s Influence on Time

As someone who writes novels that explore the impact of time on life I can’t help but appreciate the timing of a news article.

One that invites me to share my unique perspective.

Note: I’ve explored the mysteries of time, alternate universes, and the concept of time travel since I was six.  No surprise it inspired one of my more powerful series.

Taken directly from Bishop Pair, a Metatron’s Army novel:

They paused outside a set of large double doors.  “What is this place?”

“The central lecture hall. You are about to begin your training.”

“But the Academy -.”

“The education you will receive here is beyond the scope of what is offered at the Academy.”

“Am I asleep?”

“Do you feel asleep?”

She hissed in frustration.  “I can’t take classes twenty-four hours a day, Alexander!  If I don’t get sleep my mind will shut down!”

“You are in no danger, Princess.  I would never let you come to harm.  Trust me.”  He pushed open the door, pointed.  “Please take your seat.”

She sat.  “Who -?”  The words died as her attention was drawn to the front of the room where a man in white robes was stepping up to a podium. She tried to make out the insignia just below his left shoulder.  It looked like a -.  She frowned.  It resembled the symbol associated with Aten, the Egyptian god of the sun.

“Pay attention, Princess.”

She sucked in a breath, looked around.  Alexander was nowhere to be seen.  The man at the podium cleared his throat.

“I can’t tell you what an honor it is to be here today among an audience of such distinguished members, many of whom are equally qualified, if not more so, to give this lecture.”

After taking a moment to make eye contact with each member of the audience, he cleared his throat.

“Man has always sought to understand his connection to the world he lived in.  He judged his very existence by comparing his connection to that world, by how he related to it.  The heavens, plant life, animals, even the water all moved in a rhythm that, though not always in harmony with his own, affected him deeply, nonetheless.”

Man?  Was she on Earth?

“Pay attention, Princess.”

Mentally acknowledging the rebuke, she focused on the man speaking.

“His essence, that indescribable energy within, shifted, changed relative to the world around him even as, like a dance, that world shifted and changed relative to him.  This essence recognized these shifts and alerted Man through vibrations.  Today, we call these vibrations feelings.

“There is little doubt that this internal alert system was necessary for survival.  The setting sun was an alert that the temperature would drop, the wind would pick up.

“The phases of the moon alerted man to the cycles of the oceans and rivers.

“Even as Man came to recognize these patterns on an instinctual level, he yearned to better understand them so that he could better connect with those rhythms.  He yearned to be in closer harmony with the rhythms of his world.

“He looked to the stars and as he witnessed and documented the heavenly bodies moving cyclically, he yearned to connect with them, to rise up to be among them.

“He looked to the fields and admired the tenacity of the plants to rejuvenate, to be reborn after storms, drought, seasonal extremes.

“He looked to the animals and watched with wonder as their innate knowledge, that inner essence Man was still trying to understand within himself, guided them to take actions that enabled them to not only survive but to thrive in an ever-changing environment.

“They knew when to migrate, and where and how to search for sustenance.  They knew what to eat and when.  In tune with their inner essence, they knew when to reproduce.

“All around Man, life was a repetitive dance.  Sometimes the dance was long, the steps difficult.  Other times, the dance was brief, the steps taking very little energy.  But the dance was something to be honored, if not enjoyed.  Man needed to better know how.”

It was difficult for Christine to keep herself from looking around to see who else was in attendance, to see if they looked like her.

“The drive to be in harmony with the rhythms of nature is as innate in Man as it is in any living creature, from the largest planetary body to the smallest insect that crawls beneath his feet.  And Man continually seeks to honor that drive so that he can better participate in this dance of life.

“As he began to observe his internal energy shifts relative to the world around him, Man came to understand that the world around him responded to those shifts and through a coexistence of energy, a synchronization of rhythm began.

“Man continued to study this interrelated relationship, eventually giving it a name, Time.”

Intrigued, she no longer found it difficult to pay attention.

“At its core, Time is a way to describe our essence, who and what we are.  It helps us define our place in the world.  As part of seeking to better understand this rhythm, Man began to take steps to gain control over it.  Again, initially this was necessary for survival but as Man began to master this rhythm, he instigated changes that, unfortunately, are all but impossible to undo.

“Our society has become utterly dependent upon the artificial controls Man has put in place to exert control over what was once completely natural.  We are told when it is time to wake up, even if it is outside of our natural circadian rhythms.  We are told when to eat even if it is outside of our body’s signals of hunger.  We are told when to sleep, regardless of whether or not we are tired, and we are provided with artificial lighting to help us avoid that sleep whenever it suits us.

“We are told when to study, when to go for supplies, and government mandates tell us when to take time off and when to celebrate.  We are told when it is appropriate to mate and to reproduce, according to societal norms that are not in harmony with the body and its natural rhythm.

“The tools that measure Time rule our lives.  Our actions are driven not by listening to our essence but by what the calendar says, or the time keeping piece, be it a clock, a personal device, or a personal time piece.

“We are dictated to by conflicting versions of these tools.  There is celestial time, also known as sidereal time.  Calendars vary by culture and by religious or philosophical belief.  Time pieces are continuously manipulated in an attempt to better control every moment of Man’s existence.  We use terms such as productivity to berate people for not being in better harmony, not with nature, but with these artificially created tools.

“So, what are we to do?  How can we possibly hope to reconnect to the very essence that defines us, and we must for it dictates our well-being.  And yet if we step outside of socially accepted time we are cast adrift, reduced to that state when we are no longer able to know our place in the world.  Without being able to relate to those living around us we are once again alone.

“I ask you, what can we do to resolve these conflicting needs?  We turn back to our roots.  We connect, not with the tools created by Man, but with nature. “

He cleared his throat.

“I am not suggesting we jettison the tools or try to ignore them.  We would learn very quickly that we have been bounced to the edges of societal acceptance.

“Instead, we should make it a point to reconnect to nature however possible, even in the smallest way, in order to maintain the rhythmic harmony so central to our very existence.

“If you live near a body of water, spend time observing its cycles.  Watch as the rivers rise and fall, churn with the wind and the elements.  Watch the ocean tides move in and out.

“Far better, and much easier, is to observe plant life.  The ideal expression of this is a natural forest that has not been artificially manipulated by Man.  Even in the interest of preventing fires, when Man prunes back the forests he disrupts its rhythm.  He affects events dictated by Time, albeit Natural Time.

“If you are unable to observe a forest, you can observe landscaping.  If you are unable to do even that much then get a plant.  A simple houseplant that can be put at your place of residence or work.  Watch how it changes throughout the day or night, the weeks and months of the year.  This simple act will remind that part of you that yearns to connect with nature and that by simply observing Nature’s Time, we can begin to repair that disruption within ourselves.”

There was a brief intermission during which she stayed seated and avoided looking around.

“You’ll note I left out a few key details.”

Her mind raced and failed to guess what those might be.

“I left out animals.  Unless you live where you can observe the natural rhythm of animals, you are dealing with creatures whose very existence has been manipulated by Man and his tools of control.  When you domesticate a living creature you change its rhythms to match your needs.  You feed the animal when it is convenient for you.  You groom the animal when it is convenient for you.  You take away the animal’s ability to reproduce, seriously interrupting a key component of its internal rhythm.  You force the animal to behave in a way outside of its normal existence and its energy rhythms relative to the world it lives in.

“Even farm animals have been forced into labors outside their natural rhythms, with devastating repercussions Man has yet to fully grasp.

“And speaking of manipulation, have we not done the same to the plant life of our planet through agricultural practices?  Through the thinning of forests on our schedule?  By the very cultivation of a plant outside of its natural environment and into something smaller and more easily managed by man?

“We have disrupted the rhythm of plants as much as animals but – just as with ourselves – you cannot hope to control these natural rhythms.  You cannot force an animal or plant to do your bidding without paying a price.  The animal will die an unnatural death, perhaps sooner than it would have in nature.

“The plants will also have an unnatural lifespan, perhaps bearing fruit early even as the tree itself dies.  When you artificially manipulate nature, you will always be fighting its strength and its attempts to reassert itself.

“The same is true of Man.  Why do you think there are so many challenges facing a simple workday?  Because Man is continuously struggling against the tools he is forced to use to judge his existence by.  He spends unhappy hours breathing in pollution while traveling to and from his place of work or to drop his children off for their allotted time of education.  He is wolfing down food in his allotted time to eat, then living with the consequences of indigestion and other woes.

“In an attempt to use up the tool of celebration within its allotted parameters, he overindulges, often with grave consequences.

“The Man who lives out of Natural Time is a man enslaved.

“And of course, I can see you are wondering about a rather significant omission.  Space.

“What about the heavenly bodies?  Is it possible to connect to that essence, that rhythm, and reconnect to our place in the world?

“I argue that it is not possible because the universe that houses the heavenly bodies is simply too vast.  With millions upon millions of stars and planetary bodies continually going through cyclical changes reflective of their individual rhythms, it is impossible to know our rhythm in relation.  There are simply too many.

“Not to mention, we are unable to even connect to and obey the natural rhythms of the star we can see.  The sun.  We are out of harmony with the planet we live on so how can we expect to connect to the numerous planetary bodies that are above and astrally all around us.

“We cannot.

“We must first conquer what is home, what is within us before we can hope to look to the universe for answers to our most pressing questions concerning our existence.”

He stepped away from the podium, bowed to the audience.

“Thank you for your time.”

The presenter left the room and in spite of applause that was all but deafening, did not return for an ovation.

Christine considered.  The man presenting seemed tired and a bit on the shy side; almost embarrassed.

“It is the caliber of the minds in the audience.”

Startled, she looked over to see Alexander.  How long had the Light Being been beside her?

“Come with me, Princess.”

In a daze, she followed him from the lecture hall.  She wanted to check out her fellow classmates but couldn’t seem to concentrate.

“All in good time, Princess.”

They stopped at a beautiful door.

“May I give you a word of advice, Princess?”

“Okay.”

“The caliber of the minds in the audience?  Consider that you are one of them.”

Tis the [Haunting] Season

As an aspiring novelist I envisioned writing historical fiction but after publishing the nonfiction books that launched my career determined the old adage Write What You Know would suit me better.

To Thine Self Be True?

I quickly learned following that path came with unique challenges.

As a psychic and a medium it was easy to focus on paranormal fiction but it came with unforeseen consequences including

The Shot [Of Silence] Heard Round the World

To understand I need to explain that though I wanted to be a novelist from the time I was 3 I worked in tech while working on my dream on weekends, early mornings, late nights.

The Work That Pays Off

When I left the tech industry to work on that dream full-time I left as a successful consultant with decades of experience and industry awards.

And a lot of good relationships.

Reality Bites

It’s hard to determine which of the 2 initial nonfictions caused the most issue.  All I know is suddenly all of my former coworkers iced me.  I’m not kidding – total sudden silence.  No more communication – no emails – no texts – no calls.

As Henry Blake says in Crisis “A real big empty”

As it happens I had two people in my corner.  My husband who believed/believes in me and a mentor.  Both said the same thing: “Then they aren’t true friends and you lose nothing.”

Fast Forward

When I came across this article about places to visit that are haunted I felt as if my world came full circle.  

That my first paranormal encounter occurred at the age of 5 means I have a lifetime of experiences that went into an app and accompanying workbook.

Like Perspective Timing is Everything

As it happens I’ve visited a number of these places and can confirm they are indeed haunted.

In my work I explain I’ve been to places purportedly haunted and felt nada.

As I told my dad when I was 12 and we were visiting one such place “They may have been here at one time but they aren’t here anymore.”

In my app and workbook I detail places throughout the world that are definitely occupied by spirits.

The Thrill – Or Not – of the Fright

The app and workbook are part of my research into EMF Sensitivity, focusing on Esoteric EMs. However, I had a more specific objective.

A normal teenager I explored the supernatural with friends through scary movies, amateur seances, and ouija boards but I recall more than a few buddies so terrified by the paranormal they were left out.

Some would get up and leave a party once the scary movie started on the VCR/HBO.

As an ode to those wonderful people I included tools that help deflect these esoteric energy impacts so those who want to explore the spooky but are afraid of ghosts can join in the fun.

Happy Haunting Hunting!

Do You See What I See?

This is one of the more difficult posts as it’s stirring painful memories.

“Do you see -?”

“No!”

You Don’t See?

We were at a window looking out at trees.  

We being a sales rep who became friend and mentor.

Describe It To Me.

Ever the engineer he wanted to understand.

Well, It’s Like This.

As had been the norm from post-brain surgery at 10-years I described the colorful flickering “dots” for lack of a better word that had been a part of my visual life.

Curious and kind he asked questions, listened as I described that after I recovered my sight…

The brain bleed left me blind, paralyzed on my left side, and in a coma.

I saw the world differently.  Specifically, it was as if I was looking through a curtain of shimmering colored dots.

What Does It Look Like?

To best explain I’ll share a scene from Analysis: A Metatron’s Army Book

Ryn and Cirhce are doing research in a cave on the planet Isolar.

“What does it look like if you aren’t scanning?”

“It’s very weird.  It’s as if there’s a grey film over everything but since I can still see -.”  She let out a sigh.  “I’ve learned to adapt.”

Sideways Vindication

My sight was restored such that after being blind I initially saw only in black and white – which terrified me and drove me to endless 10-year-old tears in spite of the neurosurgeon’s assurance I would eventually see in color.

Truth was, he had no idea but he had a daughter my age and went to great lengths to help me through a nightmarish experience.

The Medical Guinea Pig

In the weeks and years after I was subjected to scary traumatizing tests including countless tests testing my vision.

No one seemed to understand what I was talking about by seeing the dots – so there must be something wrong with my vision right?  Only there wasn’t.

For years I was subjected to a variety of vision tests. Each time nothing problematic turned up.

My vision was fine.

Driver’s Ed – Enough is Enough!

Just after getting my driver’s license I put my foot down.  No more vision tests.

Hell, if they hadn’t found anything wrong in 6 plus years there was nothing wrong to find!

40 plus years later

It’s hard to articulate feelings upon reading  I’m not the only one on the earth to see the world differently.

Per the article I don’t have difficulty discerning reality nor do I believe any of the other symptoms applicable. Yet I can’t help wondering if the brain swelling and damage from the bleeding didn’t have a hand in a condition that isn’t so unique.

Though I suspect my experience is.

I Can See Clearly Now

It’s been years since I’ve seen the shimmering dots that gave me that unique peek into the fabric of the universe.  

A peek that inspired a Sci-Fi series.

As Roberta put so eloquently…

The Rain is Gone

They Were Kind To Me

Set Up

After reading an article about Icehouse playing their 87 album live decided to listen to a tune I used to dance to in high school – Electric Blue.  

My mind wandered to friends with me on the dance floor.

We loved going to Spanky’s on Fridays after a week of school – and working after school.

One friend in particular stood out not because of our relationship so much as my relationship with his parents.  I imagined what I’d say to him if I were able to chat with him at this moment.

They Were Kind to Me.

It’s something I’ve found myself saying quite a bit lately.  

Too often when referencing someone who passed away.

He/She Was Kind to Me.

I wasn’t treated too well at various periods of my growing years which makes it so a few people really stand out because …

They Were Kind to Me.

Without getting overly sentimental I can attest for the idea that when we’re pushing daisies what will be remembered isn’t our possessions or our titles but how we made people feel.

Treat People Kindly.

Be Well.

The Science in the Fiction X 2

For a myriad of reasons I’ve been debating whether to add to The Science in The Fiction after reading an article that mirrored reality with something I totally made up.  After a second article appeared echoing a major plot device in an entirely different series I decided to go with it.

The first is from Shadow of the Gods, second in my Dragon Core series.

The Science:  From New Scientist 8/12/26 Breast-augmentation method uses your own fat in dissolving scaffolds.

The Fiction: “I can use this connection I have to the universal web to accelerate the healing.  It should reduce the pain.”

“How?”

“I’ll pull some of the web material from the atmosphere and meld it into your body where it will act as scaffolding while your muscle tissue rebuilds itself.”

“Will the outside feel different?  When I touch it will I notice anything?”

“The first few times you take a shower you’ll notice it feels odd.  As your body builds out the repair the filament structure will dissolve.

From The Metatron’s Army series

The Science:  From the Scottish Sun: Volt From the Blue: Police Scotland Officers to be armed with new powerful ‘super Tasers’ that can fire ’10 darts’ from 45 ft away.

The Fiction:  As written in Bind:  Christine crouched by Dacan who was convulsing on the ground.  He’d taken enough of the emitter blast to be in danger of shorting out. 

The Power of 2 – Or 3

It started as an experiment. 

A few years ago I went through a pretty big health challenge related to post-Covid burnout.

Landed me in the ER.

Slow Steps

An avid walker I chose to walk a path back to health.  Aided by homeopathy and nutrition I did not accept prescription medication.

Day after day, often multiple times a day I walked with a focus on nothing more than trying to get away from my own overly cluttered mind.  During this time I stumbled on a unique approach to healing.

Texting.

A Friend in Need

As members of my family were also dealing with post-Covid stress I searched for a way to heal that wouldn’t add to their burden.  Walking did about 75% of the work as it allowed me to think about nothing.

Is A Friend Indeed

During these months I began texting with a friend I’d known for decades.

Worked with him in tech, stayed friends long after I’d left the company and moved across the country.

Peas in a Pod

At the time he was facing his own challenges.

My family was empathetic and caring to what he was dealing with and consistently passed on their support and well-wishes.

An Experiment

Walking mile after mile 7 days a week regardless of weather helped me regain my equilibrium. Eager to move forward I searched for a way to redirect my thoughts so I didn’t regress.  The answer – surprisingly – came from the mundane.

“How’s the weather?”

This simplistic small-talk was a way for us to stay in touch and not flood the other with something out of their control.  

Compassion is wonderful but it can lead to burdening the empathic/ sympathetic – something neither of us wanted to do to the other.  

Small talk kept it real.

One morning I sent a text asking if he’d be up for a light-hearted experiment.  

Talk About the Weather

“Wanna see if we can draw energy to synchronize the weather?”

The intent was no different than someone who prays for rain or relief from snow and cold.  

The Key.

Our experiment would never stand up to the scientific method but that wasn’t the point.  It was two people trying to help each other through a rough patch by focusing on something mundane.

Our results were good enough I asked if he’d be willing to take it a step further.

To Help Others

I knew of a number of individuals who needed a bit of help with various aspects of life.  I asked my friend if he’d pool his good vibes/prayer energy with mine to see if our positive energy would have a positive effect.

I use the term prayer loosely as he was not brought up in any denomination though he has a solid sense of caring about others. I felt/feel his positive energy could only help.

Our results were consistently positive and soon we were pinging each other for various causes.  We were very choosy.

Valuing each other’s contribution we never asked unless it was important.  

We never wanted to overwhelm or unduly burden.  

There came a point where I roped in a family member, making our Two-man group into a Three-man group that occasionally focuses energy on a project that will help others.

Though each of us uses a different method, a shared philosophy of believing our pooled energies make a difference, alongside a sincere desire to help, fuels our successes.

Love caring and positive energy joined together can bring miracles.

Be well.

Life Creates Art Creates Life 3 & 4

For this final installment of Life Creates Art Creates Life I’m going to discuss two amazing coincidental parallels to plot elements in my Metatron’s Army series.

Background

While doing EMF Sensitivity research in Asia I came across a number of physical similarities to plot elements in a fiction story I began working on in high school.

 The Lounge

I had a routine wherein I would spend time in the hotel lobby working on EMF Sensitivity revelations.

On a particular day I looked up and was startled by what to most people would seem an ordinary if stylish table lamp.  

It stood out because the square base put me in the mind of a lamp the heroine is fascinated by while sitting in a study lounge.  

What alternately intrigues and disgusts her is for all the time she’s spent in the technologically advanced universe she has no idea how it remains lit given there is no electrical cord or anything else to suggest how it works.  An explanation is provided in Book 3 of the series.

From Positional Play

Alexander left, returning with a table lamp that resembled the one in the study lounge.  Just like the other, this lamp had no plug.

 “It runs on a rechargeable energy circuit.”  He lifted it up to show the bottom.  “It charges by setting it on the recharging surface.”

Though the table lamp in the hotel lobby was different in design I always visualized the recharging surface to be square.

And finally…

A Hero’s Real-Life Counterpart

I was fortunate to meet a couple who became friends of ours.  Over the course of our friendship I learned that like Shane Turner – a main character in the series – the husband protected his high-school friend (now wife) from a bad home situation by opening the window when she showed up frightened, not knowing where else to turn.

Christine does this with Shane, running across town at night and tossing rocks at his second story window to wake him up.  He lets her in and keeps her safe, trying to comfort her while she shakes.

On a side note:  The Turner house in Berkley, MI is based on a house around the block from a childhood friend of mine.

It’s been a bit surreal to see all these parallels to my fiction but for someone passionate about manifesting through visualization?  It’s also gratifying.

EMF Sensitivity and the Electrical System

I recently wrote how cool it is to have my work on EMF Sensitivity validated independently.

Especially when I’ve never met the scientists who used globally accepted standards of the “Scientific Method” for their research.

You can imagine my delight at seeing another article that not only validates my research and experience but that touches on the motivation behind my App and Workbook Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal.

My life has been touched by the paranormal for as long as I can remember and I have always looked for a logical scientific explanation even as I came to realize there isn’t always one.

Go figure.

It was this reality that motivated me to write the workbook that evolved to an app.  In short?  People all over the world experience phenomena for which they have no explanation and while various factors influence how they deal with it, most want some sort of explanation.

And tools to deal with it.

Factors include beliefs that are

  • Personal
  • Communal
  • Cultural
  • Religious
  • Political

When researching remedies and tools to deal with the inexplicable, I peeled those factors back and went for the scientific underpinnings that could provide reference if not an explanation.

Just as Erik Bard sought when exploring Skinwalker Ranch.

I’d never heard of Skinwalker Ranch but after learning of it? Given I’m a walking EMF meter I’d love to visit/explore.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool?