Metal in the Brain: EMF Life

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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.

Feng Shui: The Chicken or the Egg?

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As I was sitting at a local haunt for a working lunch – feeling pretty worn out all things considered – I took a moment to wonder why I felt not only tired but off-kilter.

And see if there was anything I could do – besides rest – to help myself feel better.

As part of the self-assessment I considered the “bomb cyclone” that reconfigured the landscape around me.

It also enabled me to unplug since not only did we have no power but no internet and flaky cell coverage.

Since I can work offline unplugged did not equal not working.

Morning routine gone with the wind

Literally

I set out on my morning walk only to discover I had to crawl beneath a rather massive tree laying across the road and sidewalk to achieve it.

Where I got to witness Mother Nature’s redecorating first-hand.

A fellow walker cleverly noted it was all Christmasy with plenty of garland.

Pine branches and boughs lying all over the place.

Tis the season.

I’m still going to purchase a decorative wreath from a local farm.

Since I slept through the entirety of the storm I couldn’t lay blame there.

I considered that from a professional perspective I’d been busy recently.

Since I love what I do I couldn’t put the blame here either.

I turned my attention to a recent home project that involved mental and physical exertion.

Feng Shui!

What’s ironic is that I was employing feng shui cures to address various life challenges.

As well as stabilizing the energy of certain areas in the home.

I’ve been doing “feng shui” since I found Terah Kathryn Collins’ book The Western Guide to Feng Shui Room by Room in 1996.

Sensitive as I am to my surroundings I’ve been utilizing the concepts instinctively for over a decade.

While there is planning and execution involved I understood the toughest part is what comes after.

Every Action = Equal and Opposite Reaction

Newton’s Third Law of Motion

Some 18 months ago we did a major purge/donate.  Shortly after life seemed to punch me in the gut.

I immediately recognized the cause and effect and vowed to do it better next time.

The reasons behind the feng shui tweaks – which include decluttering and donating – weren’t only about fixing energetic deficits.  

Life changes often necessitate action.

I decided that in the future any feng shui changes would be done methodically as always but slowly.

The idea being to sit with the change or changes for a period of time and see how things were playing out before moving on to the next.

This last round went better as I’d stuck to the plan.

Which Comes First?

The chicken or the energy egg?

I pondered the impact of feng shui activity on energy and in a moment of clarity realized that regardless of whether I did it in a big fell swoop or poking along like a tortoise when we do feng shui we are signaling to the universe we’re ready for change.

I think it’s unconcious.

I honestly believe some part of us just gets sick of looking at the same something day after day and decides to move it across the room.

Or throw it away or pass it on.

I think the work was done up front meaning we knew on some level we were ready for change.

Ready to let go.

The after chaos is reflective of the whole but the entirety of the arc of change hits us energetically.

No wonder I’m tired!

Go with the Flow Peeps!

And be well!

Vibrations: A Fun and Interesting Side of EMFs

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While earning my doctorate in holistic healing I took a class in vibrational healing.

Textbook was written by an MD on staff at Wayne State University Medical School.

I’ll admit I was a bit skeptical of some of the conclusions.

As well as some of the remedies suggested.**

I withheld judgment and passed the class with an A.  

How ironic that not long after I found myself turning to the remedies which include Bach Flower Remedies to treat mysterious symptoms that were putting a serious kink in my life.

At this point I didn’t know what EMF Sensitivity was.

Fast forward a couple of decades and I find myself observing a fun side of the science of vibrations.

Quick break to tell folks about one of my favorite videos relating to vibrational frequencies.

Enter the Dragon

Our beardie is a pre-Covid buy but one who came just in the nick of time.  

His name is Gyro

As I was the resident expert on reptiles I found myself happily front and center plucking him up and keeping an eye on him when it was time to clean the tank.

We had a Caymen alligator and a lizard when I was a  kid – later had chameleons regular guests – much to the chagrin of my cat – in our home in Florida.

While my memories of these family pets from childhood are generally positive I wasn’t too thrilled when a different reptile paid a visit to my room in Florida one night.

I woke up because my cat was at the end of my bed playing with what turned out to be a snake.  Fortunately it was a Garter and a small one at that.

Bearded Dragons have incredible personality.  

  • Gyro is drawn to deep voices 

He will turn his head and get close to the glass nearest the direction the voice is coming from.

  • Gyro loves to dance to 80s tunes preferring synth bands such as The Cars.

He’s also a huge fan of Queen.

  • Gyro is startled by the color black

When I walk by the tank wearing a black sweater or t-shirt etc he will jump and eye the nearest exit.

  • Gyro apparently knows who’s boss

If another family member tries to pick him up he struggles.  Me?  He freezes and doesn’t move.

I believe it stems from the vibrational frequency of my voice.  

Though I generally talk to him very gently/assuringly and in low volume when I’m about to pluck him up there was a time the tone was not so sweet.

I came down one morning to find the front glass not secured and Gyro eyeing the exit.  Panicked at the thought of having to chase a lizard when there is a cat in the house I yelled “Gyro NO!”  He seemed to understand the tone and froze, remaining that way as I nudged him back into the tank he was half out of and shut  and secured the glass.

Note:  I later considered that while I was repeatedly shouting “NO!” all the peeps in my house slept through the chaos.

One said “Oh I heard you yelling…”

Gee thanks for the concern…

From that day forward Gyro reacts based on the volume/tone of my voice.

I’ve not had to shout at him since.

I generally get down to eye level and talk to him in a low tone I believe sends the message all is well.

I love how he cocks his head as if he’s trying to figure out what I’m saying.

I figure he uses the vibrations -voice tone/volume – as a way to gauge whether or not he needs to hide in the corner.

Just now I cleared my throat and he moved to the corner after which I assured him from across the room “It’s okay Gyro.”

As for kitty and Gyro?  They’ve come to accept each other as evidenced by the fact many times I will come to see Nigel staring up at Gyro and he paying complete attention to the kitty – without fear.

They’ll sit like that for 30 minutes or more as if having some silent battle of Mother Nature wits.

Life as an adventure is the best.

** I was never skeptical of Bach Flower Essences as a healing modality. It was one of the first modalities the British ENT Surgeon I apprenticed with taught me.