Hauntings and EMF Sensitivity

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.

Metal in the Brain: EMF Life

It’s been a busy afternoon in EMF land.  I’m about to release an app and Handbook focused on Esoteric EMFs.

  

  • Ghosts
  • Psi
  • Hauntings
  • Sacred Spaces
  • Sensitivity to other People

And how these frequencies interact with and are impacted by

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic

EM frequencies.

Filled with tools and strategies that eliminate the negative impact of Esoteric frequencies the app and Handbook will appeal to novice and expert, to skeptic and believer alike.

As I was decompressing with music my mind drifted to one of my favorite human beings in the world.  My high school physics teacher Mr. Robert Parys.  I will never forget the day he learned I had a metal clip in my brain.

Titanium it was put in to stop bleeding from a subdural hematoma the result of falling off a diving board and hitting my chin on it on the way into the pool when I was 10 years of age.

He was – in a word – horrified.

“There’s metal in your brain?!”

As a 16-year-old I wasn’t particularly appreciative of the attention this got me.

I was the only female in the class of about 20.  Everyone turned to me expressions startled and horrified. You know – like I had a disease? 

Can we say “Yay?”

Note:  I had girlfriends who took physics.  They just had classes during a different time period.

To make matters worse – for me – he asked me to stay after class.

You can imagine what it was like to hear male feet shuffling by as they left. The sideways glances.

Oh just yay.

I tried pointing out I needed to get to my next class but he told me he’d write a note.

Joy.

The discussion led to more questions – his – than could be managed so he invited me to stay after school so he could learn more.  I had a job so this wasn’t easy but he was persuasive it would be worth my while.

I liked Mr. Parys.  He had a good sense of humor and related to students in a way that let them know he really cared about them, their dreams, goals, their success in life.

He spent time doing what he could to help students achieve their dreams.

Though I spent time answering his questions about life in the wake of an NDE with a metal clip in my head he is the one who gave the gift. Sharing his insight and access to materials meant I was able to conduct scientific research that helped me feel okay at a time when I didn’t…

I was still limping heavily after being paralyzed and my hair was still growing out after being shaved for emergency brain surgery.  You could still see a pretty big scar on my skull. Not a fun thing for a self-conscious teenage girl.

The groundwork he helped lay has led to the release of this app and Handbook.

Work that will help the world the way he helped his students.

His legacy lives on.

Teachers are amazing people who are often under appreciated.

I’m ever so grateful this one crossed my path.

The world benefits because he was a part of it.

RIP Mr. Parys.

Podcast Resource Update

Sharing a quick update that I’ve added links referenced in the 2nd Podcast episode to the Podcast Resources page.  What makes this interesting in a synchronistic way is one of the stories I mention in this Podcast has to do with the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  To understand why it’s particularly interesting I need to point out I wrote the script for the 2nd Podcast in early May.  I had no idea there was any sort of event regarding the Edmund Fitzgerald in the works.

If anything I’d think they’d do something in November.

Then I read the news this morning.

Turns out today is the day of the Edmund Fitzgerald Memorial Swim.  Specifically, the 50th anniversary.

Wow.

I love synchronicities because it’s the universe telling us we’re on the right path.  To round this out I’ll share a story from the Podcast.

My maternal great-grandfather emigrated from Scotland to Detroit whereafter he owned a shipping company.  One of the ships in his fleet was the PS Tashmoo.  The bell from the Tashmoo is in the Maritime Sailors’ Museum in Detroit.

The bell that Gordon sings rang 29 times for each life on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

My Story

I used to have a very cool sweatshirt with a picture of the Tashmoo on it.  Years back Aaron and I were walking in Union Square in San Francisco when an older couple stopped us.  The man said “The Tashmoo?  How do you know about the Tashmoo?  You seem awfully young for that.”

I explained the ship was part of my maternal great-grandfather’s fleet to which he told me he and his wife who was standing beside him had their honeymoon on the Tashmoo.  He told me what a wonderful time it was and went on to share stories about her grandeur.

Have an awesome day. I hope life brings synchronicities that make you smile.

Be well.

Am I Going to Die: We Need To Tell Our Stories

I read an article while having lunch and a statement struck me to the degree I felt compelled to post this blog.  

From the article:  “It feels like a death,” Point Reyes rancher Kevin Lunny told SFGATE. “Other ranchers are telling me they feel the same way. It’s the only home and address we’ve ever known. It’s who we are — it’s our identity.”

It’s Our Identity

Upon reading this statement I was taken back to a presentation given by Russell Targ at an IRVA conference wherein he told the audience that employees of Lockheed Martin had so entwined their identities with their job title and function that after retirement – not knowing who they were any longer – they passed away.

So soon the company apparently began underfunding the retirement account.

While I don’t doubt the veracity of the statement I suspect what’s fueling it is the uncertainty of what comes next.

What Do I Do Now?

As the journalist goes on to point out there are unanswered questions and it’s the uncertainy driven by the lack of information that creates [sometimes] horrific anxiety.  

Why Was I Inspired?

Aside from the fact I’ve been through times like this throughout my life…

Enough to fill a spreadsheet…

Years ago a friend recommended a book that helped me view uncertainty differently.

No longer the enemy but a normal part of the process of change.

Ironically, my life is such that if one looked up the definition of change in a picture dictionary my photo would be there.  

And yet…

Being able to compartmentalize the stages of change as William brilliantly taught his students takes anxiety out of the uncertainty associated with change.

The Between Part

This is why I’m writing this now.

If I’d been conversing with that man I could have shared my experience.

Which I believe would have gone far to help.

  • He would see he isn’t alone
  • He would see others understand the pain he is in
  • He would see that others have found a way to cope 
  • He would benefit from others sharing stories that could help him find a way to cope

The Book

I would also share with him William’s book of sage wisdom, taking time to explain why I think it could help.

Covid

When the world is going crazy…

Another reason I’m writing this now is because many people find themselves lost in this post-Covid world for the same reason. 

What comes next? 

People of multiple generations.

  • They lost links to their identity
  • They don’t know what comes next
  • They don’t know who they are because of what happened
  • They don’t know who they will be because of what happened

As somone who – though young – remembers the Hong Kong flu of the early 70s and who has had numerous first-hand accounts – from relatives – survivors of the Spanish Flu – I have perspective of life after …

But Wait There’s More!

I know the value of experience in helping reduce anxiety.

We Will Bury You!

I was – severely impoverished at the time – living in my grandma’s basement when the whole early 80s Cold War Nuclear War threat was happening.

And Peter Gabriel’s Biko.

One day overwhelmed by fear 

And having been laughed at when I expressed serious worry we were going to die

I asked my maternal grandmother if I should be scared.

Was I going to die of nuclear annhilation?

This woman who was the epitome of patience assured me I didn’t need to be afraid and then told me of having lived through the fallout of post WWI and then living through WWII and THEN watching neighbors build bomb shelters in their backyards in the immediate aftermath and…

While I’m not certain I slept better that night what I did gain was the gift of a woman – a woman who didn’t laugh at my fears – who was willing to talk about her love of life and the joys of friends and family and the little moments of peace we can find in watering a house plant or sharing the joy of a friend’s/family member’s triumph…

Especially her grandkids’ achievements and little victories.

Things many in our world would agree are the things that matter.

All of this might seem cold comfort to the ranchers whose lives have been turned upside down but I would offer them this

  • You are not alone
  • You are not your job
  • You are still you
  • There are many who will help you get through this
  • There is an amazing book that will help you navigate the uncertainty of the days ahead

Before I tell you the book I want you [readers] to know I have an upcoming project and this is an example of what you will find.

Because…

We Need To Share Our Stories

Be Well…

The Book

Transitions:  Making Sense of Life’s Changes by William Bridges.

Manifesting 101: Time to Travel

In his book I’m Rich Beyond My Wildest Dreams I am I am I am Thomas Pauley suggests adding the line (paraphrasing here) It is seeking me as I am seeking it when writing your goals.

The idea being what you want is attracting you as you are attracting it.  

I recently saw this in action.

As a novelist one of the first decisions I make after deciding on a plot and the characters is setting.  As part of my selection process I take into consideration whether or not I’ve been to the area I’m considering.

If not then I consisder whether I’ve been to a place close or in some other way similar location.

In the case of my Dragon Core series it wasn’t just deciding between Seattle and New Orleans it was deciding on the setting within the setting.

I lived in New Orleans but so long ago I didn’t feel I could do it justice.

When it came to Aesop’s Cove I had the perfect location in mind as a “stand-in.”

I planned on having it as a place I could go work at so I could really soak up the vibe for the story.

Excited to have this ironed out I went with hubby for a celebratory lunch only to learn we’d shown up on the last day.

I remember staring at the waitress in shock as she told me they were going out of business.

Timing

What are the chances?

She brought the boss over after I explained why we were there.  He was polite but strained.

No wonder.

Though I was ready to go forward with the story I knew I had to find a suitable place as a stand-in for Aesop’s.

To serve as a place to go when I needed an energy tune-up during times of writing fatigue.

Weeks turned to months and I could not find a suitable location.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Waterfront

For a variety of reasons including serious career burnout I took time off from writing.

A lot of time.

During this time I focused on self-care.

lot of walking.

As I walked I sorted through challenges, mysteries, and solutions to those mysteries.

Many of those mysteries related to manifesting goals.

What I didn’t do was focus on the challenge of finding a suitable location to be a stand-in for such an important plot element.

I just kept walking and “not” thinking.

One day I decided to try to get a bit of work done.  At the time I was more thrilled with the idea I’d be able to do a bit of writing than where. As a result I gave little thought before slipping into a local haunt and sitting down to work.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

It had been some time since I’d been there.

Thank you Covid lockdown.

On some of these occasions I struck up conversations with visitors either local or not.  While I occasionally mentioned what I was doing more often than not I just enjoyed listening to their stories.

I love hearing people’s stories.

I continued this trend and came to see the location was becoming key in my recovery from burnout.

Likely because while I was working there I didn’t associate it with work.

I associated it with relaxing and the opportunity for spontaneous conversation.

I tuned into the music playing, the conversations.

Conversations that took my mind off my troubles.

And then it hit me.  I’d found my Aesop’s.

It only took about a year of not looking for it.

On a recent walk I pondered the mystery of how this happened.  I’d been in that place before burnout and never considered it a suitable stand-in for the Cove.  No sooner had that thought surfaced then Pauley’s words came to mind.

It is seeking me as I am seeking it.

During the time away from writing due to events beyond anyone’s control the place underwent a shift.

Thank you Covid shutdown.

I came to understand that as I was changing through my focus on self-care and health and wellness the location and its employees were also changing.  By the time I circled back around it had become what I needed.

The Lesson  

If only I had changed or only that location had changed it’s doubtful I would have found it to be a suitable stand-in.  It’s because we were both pulling mutual energy for the same or similar goal that I was able to manifest what I needed.

One of the bigger changes was that they wanted to be more than just a place to hangout.  They wanted to serve their diverse customers’ needs in ways I feel is friendlier.

Warmer, more inviting.

More like how I pictured Aesop’s Cove.

In coming to understand this need for transformtive change not just in myself but in some other aspect of the goal I found myself relaxing about a key element in the manifestation game.

Time

I’m more relaxed about how long the goal may take to manifest because I now truly understand it won’t til things are in place.

And that may take time.