Validating EMF Sensitivity Findings: Better Late Than Never

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Four years after surgery for a brain bleed I began experiencing horrible migraines.  

Why now?  

Seemingly unrelated to the arterial rupture clamped with a titanium clip it was a puzzling, if miserable, period of my life.

The pain was not only intense it was unresponsive to any but narcotic strength medication.  Since I despised the way those medications made me feel it became a constant study in frustration as to how to relieve pain that drove me to my knees in tears.

While I searched for a non-narcotic solution I demanded the smallest dose of the other.

Cause and Effect: An Unwitting Introduction to EMF Sensitivity

  It was while discussing the periodic and debilitatingly painful episodes at a family gathering I got my first look – thanks to a savvy aunt – into what it meant to be EMF Sensitive.  

Atmospheric EMFs

My maternal grandmother was carefully questioning  me about the headaches in an effort to see if their was any pattern that would help us understand why they’d started out of the blue.  Sitting at the table was my Aunt Anne who said, “Your headaches are related to thunderstorms.”  

She figured out that approximately 48 hours after I got a migraine, a thunderstorm occurred. She also pointed out the pain resolved once the system moved out of the area.

We spent the next half hour trying to figure out what it was about the storms specifically that instigated the painful headaches and though no real conclusions were drawn my aunt was certain it was the lightning.

Electrical right?

Think Again

If that was the case then why did I feel so good while living in Florida in an area considered the lightning capital of the world?

I feel wonderful whenever I visit the state and it’s not just sunshine because I lived in sunny So Cal and I’ve lived in Phoenix yet did not have this same sense of physical well-being.

I did not get headaches while living in Florida.  

They started the spring after my family moved back to Michigan.

It wasn’t until 2011 – after years researching a phenomenon called EHS – what I called EMF Sensitivity – that I learned that atmospheric EMFs associated with storm systems are of the same ultra-low and very low EM frequencies that wreaked havoc with my health.

Which was why I was researching EMFs in the first place.

Understanding is Not a Cure

Knowing why I got horrible migraines 48 hours before a thunderstorm was all good and well but it didn’t offer any solution.

None of the remedies I had for my sensitivity to geologic and technologic EMFs worked for the atmospheric EMFs.  

Never Stop Learning

In subsequent years I gained incredible insight into EMF Sensitivity, including coming to understand the root cause and thus a cure.  I also discovered numerous remedies at all price points with no need for a doctor’s prescription.

I wanted remedies that were easily affordable and accessible to anyone.

I was thrilled to share my findings with the world through my release of Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity.

As well as follow-up books on the subject.

While I’d made incredible progress and was living a relatively normal life, I was still struggling with migraines before thunderstorms.

Which were unfortunately all too common where I was living when I released Riding the Waves.

A Decade Later

It was while living in an area known for rain that I finally had a breakthrough.  

Rain Yes But…

Though we had our share of rain thunderstorms were a rarity where I was living.  This suggests it was something about atmospheric conditions tied to rain.  However…

I remembered living in Sunnyvale, California during a time when local rainfall broke records and not experiencing any migraines. Adding to the argument disputing the migraines being tied to rain was the fact I was getting the migraines during the summer too.

Pressure Drop

Research and a barometer purchase showed the migraines happened approximately 48 hours before a serious pressure drop. That they happened in the summer was due to the fact the pressure dropped as the temperature rose.  

I was able to determine the temperature had to rise sharply in a very short time for the pressure drop to induce a migraine.

Yeah, Okay, But…

I still had no way of treating the migraines and I refused to take narcotic medicine.

I’d had some luck with potassium supplements but it was not consistent.

As I document in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity, I was able, through constant research, to determine the migraines were the result of the scar tissue – made up mostly of calcium – reacting to the atmospheric changes associated with pressure drops.

Like temperature, changes in pressure are a product of EMFs.

Through a lot of trial and error that drew on years of research I was able to discover a cure for the migraines.

Included in the book.

Two days ago as Idalia was making headlines I came upon an article that validated my experience; that it’s possible to sense EM frequencies associated with thunderstorms.

And, as I write in Riding the Waves, EMs associated with tropical storms and hurricanes.

It’s hard to put into words how it felt to see my observations backed up by other researchers; researchers who are going to conduct further study into how these EM frequencies affect behavior in a living organism.

Talk about validation!

It hasn’t been easy writing about a subject that continues to be controversial, to rile emotions, so when I come across this type of information it’s another brick falling off shoulders too often burdened by weighty matters.

Of course I also had to consider it meant I’m a shark.

Kidding, naturally.

To my delight, a day later another EMF article crossed my desk and while this one relates to a different part of my experience it’s every bit as validating.  Needless to say I’ll be sharing that information in the near future.

Stay tuned.

Self-Care and The Important Follow-On Question

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As with so many, the fallout from the pandemic spurred me into taking what action I could to ease suffering – at personal expense.

Serious mental, emotional, and eventually physical burn-out.

Hitting a wall I elected to do something that would have appalled my corporate self.

Gasp!  Self-Care

To put in perspective, my primary influences growing up came from the Greatest Generation.

World War II Vets and war brides.

You didn’t complain.

Grit and heart and self-sacrifice for the greater good won the day.

This is the philosophy that underpinned my decades as a woman in the male dominated field of tech.

Eons before the Me-Too movement.

The idea of self-care was akin to betrayal.

Selfish!

And so it went.

By the end of 2022 even I was coming to see if I didn’t do something my health was going to deteriorate to the point I couldn’t recover.

Okay, so Now What?

I didn’t make the decision for self-care so much as God made it for me.

My life literally ground to a halt and I wound up in the ER.

In the days that followed it occurred to me that in order to heal I would have to sacrifice something that was an indelible part of my life.

My writing career.

When I wound up in the ER a second time after a test result came back suspicious I knew that in spite of the fact I’d wanted to be a writer from the time I was three, trying to pull up energy reserves to continue might be dire indeed.

Nothing like waking to a call at 7am telling you to get to the hospital immediately because of a number on a blood draw.

A Warning.

The follow-up tests showed I was fine.

Thank God.

I raised the white flag and informed my family that for the foreseeable future I would no longer be writing.

Or doing anything that would take precious energy needed for my recovery.

Selfish.

But first I had to get past the philosophy that putting myself first was selfish.

Thank God for the more modern philosophy that points out – wisely – if you aren’t there for yourself you can’t be there for those you love let alone anyone else.

Repeat after me:  Self-care is NOT being selfish!

I spent months focused on recovery even as I tried to be there for those who needed me.

I’m grateful for family and friends who were there for me when they too were trying to pick up their lives from various – and not always Covid related – challenges.

Part of self-care included daily walks.

Starting at a little under 2 I was soon walking 6 miles a day 7 days a week.

For months the only thought I could identify was “What was the license number of that truck?”

Anything deeper got me into a world of hurt.

Extended members of the family were a bit disconcerted.

“What’s with -?”

Giving the most basic of answers I put my head down and foot to the pavement.

Walking cold or heat, rain, sleet, or shine.

It was months before I could muster up the energy to utter – even mentally – the all-important follow-on question.

What’s Next?

I knew I wasn’t going back to corporate.

Hell I wasn’t healthy enough to do much – outside walking – but sit my butt on a couch.  I couldn’t commit to an employer let alone a customer!

Is that a Ray of – SUN?

Or is it hope?

One day while walking I considered that I really did want to write again.

It’s all I’d ever dreamed of doing from the time I was 3.

I also knew I was in no condition to even try.

The mere thought caused serious mental pain.

It was out of my hands.

I turned it over to God.

I also acknowledged that I may never be able to go back to writing.

Though that rubbed against another philosophy I was raised with which was God never put a dream in your heart He didn’t give you the means to achieve.

It’s a weird place living in the twilight of a dream shredded beyond recognition.

You’re so tangled in the confusion and pain of the idea of never again doing something you loved – that had been living inside of you since you could first put crayon to construction paper – you can’t give voice to the fear

The horror.

Not even to those who love you and want you to not hurt.

I couldn’t voice the fear even as I was willing to give it up forever if that’s what it took to make me whole again.

A Way Forward.

It’s early in the process and I’m taking it in baby steps but I intend to resurrect my dream.

As God wills it as my dear cousin likes to say.

I intend to tap the dream to be a writer to follow my passion.

Making the world a better place.

Stay tuned.

IN THE DARK REACH FOR THE TORCH [OF HOPE & PAST SUCCESS]

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Like so many I was going along merrily when the pandemic knocked me off the path and when I stood up I saw the path was gone.  As someone who remembers the Hong Kong flu and SARS I,  I knew we were in for it.

I was young with the Hong Kong flu but it made quite the impression given both my parents got it and my brother and I were shipped off to grandparents for duration.

I initially channeled the frustration into writing.

I wrote five books in about that many weeks!

After that was done – we were about a year in – I turned back to the washed out path and tried to decide what I was going to do with it. As someone who has had to rebuild my life a number of times when plans went sideways I felt confident I could figure something out. 

That tenacity incidentally is how I figured out the whole EMF Sensitivity fiasco!

The devastation went much further along that path than I imagined.  I did my best to continue focusing on what I could control.

Writing.

It was working and likely would have continued to work had multiple outside stressors not popped up.

Including extended isolation.

Incredibly frustrated I reached out to a friend via email to get his take on turning focus to more positive energies.  He had some good words for me to contemplate but it was in thinking them over later that I found my answer. It wasn’t what he suggested that led me to this place but the idea that I didn’t want to let him down.  I didn’t want to be one of those people who “dumps and runs.”

Tells you every bad thing and then you don’t hear from them again until months or years later when they say “Oh, that?  Oh that’s not a problem anymore…”

It isn’t that I regularly tap him or anyone and in fact my mom and I are both people who deliberately isolate ourselves and don’t communicate when things are rough for the simple fact we don’t want to spread negativity.

I can always tell when things aren’t going well for her because I won’t hear anything.  Ha ha.

For me to have reached out like that meant I was in a pickle in terms of knowing what to do and that he took the time to give me his thoughts on life?  I didn’t want to let him down.

I also didn’t want to spread fake cheer so I resolved not to respond to his email until I had something genuine to report. 

Today was that day.

I’m going to share how I pulled myself out of the funk because it might help others going through tough times.

From the email:

…But – college can’t teach you how to recreate your life when a pandemic wipes out the path you were on.  That has been a lot of the trouble.  Two years in I am beyond fatigued.  Which is why I am determined to create something new.

To that end I gave it a lot of thought and decided a decent place to start was to go back to when I was in a bad spot in my life eons ago and do now what I did then.

Visualization and meditation.

I have a unique way to do meditation because it dovetails prayer of thanks for family, friends, health, etc.  Then moves along a guided path that I had luck with in the mid 90s which were not happy times for me.  

I refer to them as the Corporate Black Hole years.

So far so good and I’m getting some interesting results.  I am having more vivid dreams than I did and I’m definitely sleeping better.

Psychic dreams!

I don’t have an end vision per se but just going through the familiar practice and following where it goes is having a positive impact.  It probably helps that I had a very positive outcome the last time I used this. 

 I really turned my life around.

End of Email Inclusion

I do not have a specific vision that I am moving toward so much as just going through the relaxation/visualization/meditation process I developed years ago.  It’s a kluge of Dr. Taub’s guided meditation script that I’ve modified combined with Silva’s Long Relax, and a bit of Fairlyland City from Robert Stone’s Celestial 911.

This is more or less the same kluge I began in 1996 after stumbling on Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook.

Which inspired me to follow an internal nudge to go to a different Border’s Books where I found Celestial 911 which listed the Silva Method as a resource which sent me to the BLS in Akron, Ohio, which…

I bought the Dr. Taub health pack at a party hosted by one of my aunts.

I’ve never looked back.  I even have them on Mp3 – they are that helpful!

I’ve loaned the casettes to others over the years when they were going through a rough spot.

Every one of them got good results.

I donated them about a year ago.

Feeling Better

I’m not sure which is responsible for the quick improvement – the process or the fact I had great success with it before.

In the Silva Method we learn to review previous successes as a way to “prime” the unconscious for continued success.

What I do know is that within days of doing this very unique kluge I’m feeling better and more optimistic than a week ago.

And yet nothing in the observable world has changed.

I know my friend is equally frustrated with the way life went sideways so I suggested if there were any old tools in his arsenal – a flashlight to light the way – he repurpose them.

It is advice I’m putting out in general.

Be well!

WAIT! A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A WRITER

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As I sat down to dinner last night my mind kept wandering to the draft I’d turned over to the beta reader.

I wasn’t happy with it.

As writers know there’s always more to write, always more to edit, but this was different.

Should I or Shouldn’t I?

For days I’d debated whether or not to include the Remedies Section from previous EMF work.  

There were benefits to each scenario.

The version I gave to the beta reader did not have the section included.

My logic was that I was providing an update.  Go forward.

It felt wrong.

I felt as if I’d done the minimum which left me really unhappy.

I went back through today and reedited the entire work including adding the Remedies section, complete with updates reflective of 10 years’ knowledge and experience.

I just turned the finished work over to the beta reader and I’m happy to say I’m happy.

It’s now reflective of my best effort.

I can’t ask more of myself than that.

Volume 1 of Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity will be available for purchase by or before the end of July 2022.

Stay tuned.

Bonus: The following is from the conclusion:

This work can also help others who seek to understand what the big deal is and to see that those who are suffering are not hypochondriacs.  They are in pain and need relief.  Perhaps this work can serve as a bridge to help bring solutions if not compassion and understanding for those on the journey of EMF Sensitivity.

SIGNS ALONG THE WAY

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Sitting here trying to get myself going.  

To resume editing the 1st draft of Volume 1 of Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity.

I’m having trouble getting my head out of Volume 2 which will deal with the 4th Pillar.

Esoteric EMFs.

The problem is almost comical.  Thanks to a number of coincidences in recent days I can safely say the Universe is on board not only with my having split the volumes but with the direction I am taking on a couple of the finer points.  Specifically

  • Getting those signs
  • Connecting or Reconnecting with the Psi side

Getting those signs.  As I wrote recently, one of the best ways to increase synchronicities that signal a connection with the Universe is to acknowledge the very cool coincidence or event – thank God or whatever higher spirit you connect with – and make a note – either mental or in a small notebook.

It won’t be long before these coincidences and events start piling up.

But first – acknowledge.

Don’t blow them off as nothing.

Thanking and tracking really helps increase the number.

Connecting or Reconnecting with the Psi Side.  Throughout the years I’ve spoken with quite a few folks on the subject of Psi.

  • Those who are Psi and were happy to compare notes
  • Those who were Psi but lost it
  • Those who wished to have a Psi experience

For this article I will define Psi as a general umbrella for ghosts, angels, premonitions, etc.

I was already planning to include information on how to increase the chances of having a Psi experience in Volume 2.

Given that certain EMFs can block this ability.

A number of conversations in previous days played out as a thumbs’ up from the universe on my plan.

Making it applicable to both situations listed above.

How I love a coincidence.

As I said – it’s a thumbs’ up.

I’m on the right track.  Keep going.

Yesterday I advised someone on a way to reconnect with a deceased loved one’s spirit.

They lost the ability after multiple successes several years ago.

I explained that this would be a focus in Volume 2 but that the book isn’t finished yet.

Still finishing Volume 1.

I suggested reaching out before bed by relaxing then mentally projecting the desire and openness to having the deceased relative come and talk.

In a dream.

I then went on to share a personal story.

One of many shared in Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal.

In my early 20s I had a dream – of vibrant color – where I was in my childhood home and my grandfather – who’d passed away – pulled into our driveway.  He and a couple other older guys – all ghosts – came to greet me.

He had the biggest smile on his face.

Startled, I blurted, “You can’t be here.  You’re dead.”

After which I came straight awake.

I was very disappointed in myself and felt I’d missed out on an opportunity to talk with my grandfather.

Who I missed very much.

I related the story to a coworker who suggested that before I go to bed I talk to my grandfather.

Specifically, tell him I was sorry and that I would be happy to have him come back and talk with me.

I did as suggested and that night along with the next three, my grandfather visited me in dreams.

Showing me the future and discussing a variety of things that were important for me to know.

At the end of the final dream my grandmother – also deceased -came but I couldn’t understand her.

The words sounded garbled.

She sighed and told me she would return when I was ready to hear what she had to say.

She made good on that promise many ears later and told me things about my life that came true.

I passed along the story hoping it would help bolster confidence.

Me?

Last night I had a dream in which several deceased family members came to me.

I had not asked them to nor had I even thought about the subject before bed.

In the dream I knew they were deceased.

This is consistent for me. I see a deceased relative in a dream and in the dream acknowledge that they are dead.

Fortunately, I don’t wake up after doing so.

I have not since that first time.

What was particularly interesting in this dream was that when I spoke with them I said “You’re a ghost but you’re here.”

They acknowledged it back to me – “Yes I’m a ghost and I’m here with you.”

Each time.

I took the opportunity to thank a couple of them for all the help they’ve given me through the years.

Visiting me in dreams.

I had a number of powerful conversations.

Upon waking I considered that I’d not sought an interaction before bed and decided that just making the suggestion to a friend the day before must have acted as a celestial flare.

I was very happy to have had the experience but pretty stunned given the context.

Another in a growing list of coincidences piling up after deciding to split the book into 2 volumes.

 So here I sit stunned and trying to get back to it.

To finish Volume 1.

It’s all the crazier because I’m really close to finishing and turning it over to the beta reader.

I suppose I can be forgiven for wanting to spend a little time drinking in the magick of it all.

Like a pat on the back from God.