THE LIMITS AND LAUGHS OF PSI

Still getting used to the energetic adjustments my body is going through as a result of having relocated my desk.  I’m also taking advantage of it for EMF testing.

I chose a specific lunch to compare how I felt here versus there.

I’ve mentioned before I’m not someone who sees a sign in every shooting star.  I do, however, take note when something out of the ordnary leads to a beneficial outcome.

Out of the Ordinary

Though it may not appear so from the outside, no two days in my life are the same.

Never have been.  I thrive in uncertainty because I never had anything else.  In spite of this, however, I work very hard to maintain harmony and peace – since I rarely had it before taking control of my life.

This makes it easier to note when something is out of the ordinary.  To put it in perspective, I’ll give examples of each.

Ordinary

The other night while poking through what is known as the Vatican Giggles I came across an article I thought relevant, one I felt would be included in a blog.

By now readers know I’m not a fan of the Catholic Church, Catholic School, or nuns – for good reason.

I saved the link to the article with a mental note to circle back around to it at some point.

This is ordinary in that I often do this with bits of information and articles.  What makes it very ordinary is that I don’t always end up using the stuff in a blog.

Out of the Ordinary

I was rereading Adrift and relaxing even as I noted physical and Psi changes resulting from moving the desk.  I got the urge to look at a specific online news site.

It isn’t that I never look at this site, it’s that as I was eating a loaded potato skin – part of the lunch experiment – and reading the story – I got the urge to look at the site at that moment.

After reading the article that caught my psi attention then forwarding it to Aaron with a pithy comment I came to understand the significance.

Dragon Core

Like Perspective, Timing is Everything

But what about that perspective?  

Ahh, now it starts to make sense.

The two incidents – the Vatican Giggles and today’s look here – are not only intertwined they’re relevant.

To the project and more.

Giggles and a Smile

The article I saved was about how the Pope recently told some folks he’d prefer to use tequila as the remedy for knee pain.**

Smart man.

Natural making it far superior to pharmaceuticals.

Along with champagne, as I write in Ignoring the Rules:  An Intriguing Approach to Calcium Toxicity, tequila is an excellent health remedy.

Among other things, it can reduce pain associated with arthritis.

Which is more or less a descriptor for symptoms.  As a holistic doctor I look at that whole approach with a jaundiced eye, as did the world prior to the Post World War II pharmaceutical industry surge; a surge that helped at least one beleagured nation pull out of economic devastation. Conflicting interest?  Never.

Amused by the Pontiff’s observations – and yes tequila would definitely help him – I figured I’d use the information.

Someday.

The days ticked by and I turned my attentions to other concerns.

Pssst

Today’s event was a little different in that I felt an urge to look at a specific site at a specific time.

A major news site, the headlines change throughout the day.

The article was another I find amusing not because I take pleasure in other people’s suffering but because it was something I’d known.

As in Psi known.

Years earlier!

I considered the two events – how I’d known this stuff – and understood the connection.

A connection established over a period of days and with a lot of energetic chaos between.

I Told You

Being a prophetic isn’t easy.

Shoot the messenger anyone?

As I’ve written previously, it’s not what you know, it’s what you do with what you know.

  • Who do you tell?
  • Will they believe you?
  • What will you do if they don’t?

As I write in After Here: The Celestial Plane and What Happens When You Die there came a point where I needed to tell Aaron I’m a psychic.

We were at a sports bar in Royal Oak, MI watching the Wings go for their first Stanley Cup in beaucoup years.

I write how he said – more or less – “Cool.”

And how I thought Yeah, that was a bit too quick.  We’ll see how you handle things when this rears its head.

What It Means Initially

I explained to him there would be times I will just know something and he’d have to trust me.

I may not have proof at that moment.

I went on to explain I may demand we take action based on that knowing.

He said “Okay.”

Yeah, uh-huh.

As you can imagine we’ve had a few interesting moments in the ensuing quarter century though I can guess what he’d say if someone asked him about it now.

I believe her and know what she says is the truth.

They say everything’s 20/20 in hindsight.  Nowhere is this truer than with Psi.

I Told You

It’s a bitter phrase as it can bring up pretty nasty images in terms of the female role in a marriage but the truth is – I have told him.

That’s what being a clairvoyant and clairsentient is!  You see or you know what is coming!

It’s easier when it’s something like “Quick – that car is going to pull out in front of us!”

The action happens soon after the prediction.

It’s a bit trickier when the action based on prediction needs to happen months if not years before the event takes place.

I will be writing and talking about this not-so-fun Psi aspect in the days and weeks to come.

The truth is, as disruptive as it has been, thanks to my knowledge we have a lot of doo doo in the rearview mirror.

Key phrase? In the rearview mirror.

We got out before it hit the fan.

There’s a reason for that.

Part of that reason is The Dude though a good part is just my Psi.

How does this tie back to the articles?

Pope on a Rope

A nod to Eddie Murphy and SNL

This one’s almost a no-brainer.  I published the book explaining why tequila is a good health remedy years ago.

Today’s Tidbit

I Told You

Aaron and I both used to work downtown San Francisco.

At 50 Fremont.

The office was a few blocks from the warehouse conversion we called home.

Cement and rebar that was a Faraday Cage – a total blessing for me though I didn’t know it at the time.

We passed the empty plot that now houses the Leaning Tower of Soma.  When I saw the sign stating it was going to be developed for a high-rise? I was apoplectic.

This is Going to Be a Disaster!

Never mind that I’d just done extensive research into Kerry’s Game and knew it was the old Barbary Coast Coastline – I’d learned about it being landfill in college!

My Geology 101 professor expressed in less-than-duclet tones the numerous idiotic decisions Californians had made when it came to real estate

  • Building nuclear plants close to and on geologically active faults
  • Building on landfill that would become the poster child for liquefaction in a shake, rattle, and roll
  • Building on areas that were – in the early 20th century – deemed geologically dangerous to build on

I recently read that someone is suggesting building on land where a previous housing development went sliding downhill. What – they think the bad slope changed its mind about being geologically unstable?

Don’t Need No Stinkin Geologist!

I had my – well – juju!

I was adamant that developing on that part of San Francisco was not only foolish – it was stupid.

This is insane!

Aaron stood next to me in silence as I pointed to the empty plot and listed the numerous reasons it was insane to develop on that property.

The longer he stood quietly the more I thought he missed the significance.

No Surprises

When the doo doo started to fly?  It wasn’t being a Psi that had me thinking “Duh” so much as the initial response.

Finger Pointing!

Having lived in the Bay Area I was used to watching the Soap Opera of The Government Two-Step.

Aka Not my fault!

Was even on the receiving end of it!

Oh, didn’t we tell you the owner of that property you bought wasn’t the most upstanding citizen on the planet?

Conundrum or Inevitability?

I’ve spent decades knowing what was going to happen before it did, knowing the future since I was 5 and no – it isn’t as simple as just guessing the Lotto numbers and life’s a peach.

Though I have won numerous raffles and have a lot of successes because I knew what was going to happen.

Not Everyone Appreciates Knowing

Like I said – shoot the messenger!

Having spent endless hours throughout the decades trying to help people avoid disaster I’ve learned the best thing I can do with the truth?  Act on it.

Not speak about it.  Act on it.

There are times when I will pass along information if I think it will make a difference.

Rare.  Most people don’t want to know.

For the most part I share what I know with Aaron and we take appropriate action.

Which is why there are a number of interesting events in the rearview mirror.

I wish the folks at the Millennium Tower luck. Personally?

I’m with Pyke:  “The [San Francisco Department of Building Inspection] should withdraw the permit and put him/them out of their misery.”

As for the Pope

Telling the world what I already knew?  

I’ll drink to that!

Cheers!

** As I was proof reading this I caught yet another synchronicity. I’m rereading Adrift. Jorge – the Science Officer – is from the tequila region of Mexico!

This plays a significant role in the character and the plot!

SLEEP IN A FARADAY CAGE

As it happens I have access to a room that is the equivalent of a Faraday cage in its ability to block out a number of EMFs and while I appreciate the occasional night slumbering within its walls I have come to see that for someone with natural Psi ability, sleeping thus scrambles the EMF eggs.

EMFs of a certain frequency are critical to Psi functioning so it’s not a good idea to block them all out.

I urge caution before following down this theoretical EMF remedy route.

For a fun peak at this theory in practice, click here.

PROJECT UPDATE: NEW SECTIONS

Note: Cross posted on metatronsarmy.com.

It’s amazing what you can do even with a nasty head cold.

Especially when the proverbial sword of the Muse is poking you.

I’ve added more structure and content to the nonfiction project and invite readers and visitors to check it out.

Yes, more will be posted in the weeks and months to come but I believe viewers can get a feel for the overall vibe if not direction by taking a peek now.

What’s New

I’ve added a Geo-Atmospheric section.

I’ve added a Metatron section.

This is focused on how Metatron has influenced my life outside my writing career.  For that other, see this page.

I’ve added 2 new sections

Visitors/followers will note some of the material will require payment.  The intent is to format this information so it is educational.

Like a breakout session at a conference.

Much of the information, however, will be free, as it rounds out the territory as it were.

Entertaining even as it is educational.

Stay tuned.

HARD SCIENCE: I AM A SPIRIT PHONE

Anxious to be finished with the Metatron’s Army Reboot project I’m working through lunch.  As I just chuckled – one of my favorite scenes – I thought I’d open this blog post by sharing.

Excerpt from Bind: Book 9 in the series:

With a glance toward the bedroom, Christine slowly slid open the sliding glass door, stepped onto the tiny patio, unsurprised when there was a flash of light and Dacan was suddenly beside her.  “You do realize if anyone saw that, you’ve traumatized them for life?”

Think about it.  If you were living in an apartment complex and were spying – ala Mrs. Kravitz – on your neighbor and saw a flash of light and the appearance of someone out of that light?  I’m still chuckling at the prospect.

Maybe it’s just desserts for a nosy neighbor. 

I realized as I read that scene it would be a good segue for the topic at hand.  

It’s about perspective.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m a fan of Ingo Swann.  His attitude – he had humor so dry it makes 007’s beverage of choice a rain shower – something I appreciate on a number of levels.

Including the psi level.

One of my favorite comments by the guy is from a video available on irva.org.  He asks his audience how someone is supposed to take something experiential – individual mind you – and reproduce it in a lab?

He then goes on to point out that the scientific method so many cling to was developed in the late 19th century by men who were under the age of 25.  Hm – maybe time to reconsider what so many hold as the Holy Bible of science?

Experience is a tough nut to crack – I mean share.  As a friend of mine pointed out, even if two of us were sitting side by side watching a beautiful sunset the way we internalized it would be individual.

We could share our thoughts and feelings but we couldn’t share our individual experience so the other experienced what we did.

I have always done my best to describe events I experience in ways I felt would help others not only understand but perhaps be able to imagine …

This took on new context when I was lying in bed, blind and paralyzed after a brain hemorrhage.

A neat trick for a 10 year old who didn’t have the vocabulary to describe what I saw and experienced – or anything else outside wanting a cherry popsicle.

EMF Sensitivity – something I’m an expert in – has been an interesting pivot point. Being an adult I not only have the vocabulary, I have the educational foundation as well.  And now I have the experience to share.

Do you use an EMF Meter?  

A few years back in an ElectricSense interview with Lloyd Burell I was asked whether I use an EMF meter.  My response?  No because I AM one.

Well, turns out I’m a Spirit Phone ** as well.

Ironic given I’m also a psychic medium, a fact which has no bearing on what I’m about to share.

The other night I was working on Pin, Book 9 in the series and trying unsuccessfully to ignore a conversation about Lemon Demon’s Spirit Phone.

Key word:  Unsuccessfully.

At one point I looked at the album cover.  My eyes narrowed.  Spirit Phone?  I seem to remember…

I said, “That’s a real thing.  Spirit Phone I mean.  Something to do with physics.”

While the two individuals continued to blab I did an Internet search.  Lemon Demon will be happy to know it wasn’t until the bottom of the 2nd page that I found what I was looking for.

A quick read thru of the article was interesting.  Until…

“…ultra-low electromagnetic frequencies…”

EMFs!  The same EMFs that had been a bane in my life for decades!  Setting the article aside – I wanted to focus on finishing the project – I made a mental note to watch the embedded video.

That day was today.

The lightning part was interesting but what really stood out was the other audio.  What that device was picking up is what I hear with my own ears!

The world could now hear what it is I hear – have been hearing – for decades!

Perhaps more than excitement at the prospect of sharing what EMF sensitives are dealing with was the validation of my research.

Especially what I figured out while living in Colorado.  Ironic, given that is the same state – albeit at the other end – where Tesla did a lot of his work.

As I’ve written in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating and Living with EMF Sensitivity, people who are EMF Sensitive hear the ultra-low and very low frequencies and the brain, unable to reconcile the pulses, considers them a threat and releases a histamine response.

This break-thru enabled me to discover and validate a number of remedies.

Though I no longer suffer from technology EMFs I am aware of ultra-low and very low frequencies.

I hear some of them them.

They no longer elicit a histamine effect.

Though they do keep me up at night while I’m trying to wind down for sleep.

I have learned so much more about electromagnetic frequencies – all of which will go into the upcoming nonfiction project I plan to launch this summer.

Stay tuned!

** I encourage readers to watch the video and imagine – truly imagine – what it’s like to hear those sounds 24/7.

It will give you a perspective of what some EMF Sensitivies go through.

BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: FILLING IN THE GAPS

Sipping espresso and working through Positional Play, 4th in the Metatron’s Army series.

Due to a sync’ing issue the files reissued previously contain errors.  I’m in the process of addressing that.  I’ve also addressed the process so this won’t happen again.

I’m also working on various projects.

Preparing for them.

In preparation for the nonfiction project – at this point – it’s a matter of taking a few classes online and making a variety of decisions.

In preparation for the fiction projects, it’s a matter of filling in the gaps.

I am excited to get to work on the stories that will be part of this series.  As I will be introducing new characters, I need to fill out the town, not to mention the greater area around the town.  What makes that a bit of a challenge is that one of the stories was originally going to be set in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  When I decided to expand the series, I needed to change the location to accommodate the series as a whole.

Not to mention the book I ended up releasing first – Port In a Storm – would not have worked in the Eastern US.

It isn’t a simple matter of moving from one set of trees to another.  I need to consider cultural differences as well as the truth that a mountain is not a mountain is not a mountain.

Beautiful as it is, the Blue Ridge Mountain Range is significantly different from the Rockies, or the Sierra Nevadas or the Cascades or the Olympics.

I also need to fill the town in a bit.

I describe the town, some of the people who run the shops  in both Port In a Storm and Soothsayer.

I also decided to have a sub-category of stories within the Port Gallatan family and need to lay the foundation for that.

As it’s tied to the rerelease of another book, timing is important.  I must be patient.

In the case of this series it is more that I need to continue to fill out the pieces involved in the overall world of Dragon Core.

Which I started with Redemption and The Isle of Future Past.

I will be adding another piece of the bigger picture in Messenger of the Gods which will be the next DC release.

  • Metatron’s Army

In this case I have 2 – 3 additional books in the queue.  However, I’m still ironing out important considerations such as which order 2 of them will be.

Though I have a good idea what I need to do I feel a bit intimidated because it’s a lot of work.

  • Other

I have other books tied to other series but need to work out various challenges.

Including the possibility to release a book from a series and have it be a stand-alone.

I’ve also had to deal with the fact some of the locations I would have liked to work with just won’t work out.

Geographic distance is a problem in one.  Logistics in another.

I’ll provide updates as appropriate.  For now I’m working to fill in any gaps.

And going over the MA novels with a fine-toothed comb to ensure the right version is rereleased.

The first 3 MA books should be available within a week or so.

Stay tuned.

BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: GETTING THERE FROM HERE

“For words of the profits are written on the studio wall”

                                                                                       – Rush

This is the song going through my head today.

And what a day it’s turning into!

I was in the process of writing about the challenge of getting a book going when two things interrupted

  • A Microsoft Word update notice popped up
  • I got a text that shocked me

Oakland Hills Country Club is ablaze.

Big time!

I have a long history with this place!

I worked there (with my mom) on weekends and nights beginning when I was 13!

In fact, this is where I launched my career in tech!

I worked in the offices on the second floor in the clubhouse.  

One of the managers felt I would be good at computing so he put me on punch cards – known there as “chits” – and introduced me to the world of computers and programming.

And the Leisure Suit Larry game.

I also helped print menus.

On a mimeograph machine.

And do payroll.

And anything else that needed to be done.

Years later, once I was working in tech professionally, I helped the folks in the Grounds Department with their tech.

They’d just upgraded and were in the process of automating other systems.

I met some of the coolest people while working there.

And I learned so much!

I can only say I hope they get the fire out soon and that no one was hurt.

And that they get on the rebuild asap! It will start the healing!

Now I need to refocus.  This will happen in a 2-step way I think.

  1. Finish this blog post
  2. Get back to the book!

Without further ado…

Getting fingers to keyboard for a new book is tough.

Even as much as I love writing.

It isn’t “the first 50 pages” syndrome many authors talk about at conferences.

The idea being they are the toughest and that if you can’t get those first 50 you should probably reexamine whether or not what you’re working on is doable.

For me it’s finding the bridge between what has been on my mental screen for months if not years and the typing.

It isn’t “Where do I start?”  It’s “How do I start?”

For the book I’m working on today, Messenger of the Gods, I can at least say I know how the book will open.

A few days ago I hadn’t figured it out.

Originally, I’d planned to write a different Dragon Core novel, one that was going to set up Messenger of the Gods.  However, I decided to nix that idea and go straight to Messenger.

I will probably return to this other book toward the end of the series. I like the plot and the character I was going to introduce.

After making that decision I spent nights before bed thinking over how I was going to start Jake’s story.

I was alternating between one of two openings. One was to go back in time with a Prologue, the other to start with Chapter One.

Since I’m not a fan of Prologues, I decided to go with a Chapter One.  However, there needed to be context.

Like the other books in the series, there’s a historical event that drives the plot – and the characters.

I figured out a way to address this and typed in the first few sentences the night before last.  Then I set it aside because I didn’t like the lack of passion.

To be fair, I was mentally fried from working on other projects.

I woke up this morning ready to get back to it.

Even as I’m working on other projects.

The Spirit of Radio kept going through my mind as I drank coffee and got ready to address those opening lines.

I’m trying Siren’s blend from Starbucks.  I like it better than the other beans I’d been using.

As I was about to open the Messenger manuscript, I decided starting with a blog post may be the better way to go.

It would be a good warm-up for a day of writing.

I’d written two sentences and was about to go on the web to search the lyrics – wanting to get them right – when I got the notice about the update and the text about Oakland Hills CC.

I’m glad I looked up the lyrics.  I thought “profit” was “prophet” and I thought “studio” was “subway.”

This has turned into one hell of a warm-up!

And while not typical, it’s not necessarily atypical.

Life, as always, is an adventure!

Goals in a Basket

Note:  This will be a longer post.

Hope everyone is doing as well as possible in the chaos of Covid if not winter in North America which seems to be particularly crazy in some places.

I’ve been keeping busy – working on current projects and also laying the foundation for one scheduled for late spring/early summer 2022 launch.  

There’s more work to do but so far so good in terms of bringing the vision to life.

That  doesn’t mean there haven’t been challenges.  

Challenges I expected.  Everything grinding to a crawl?

The process of laying that foundation exposed an issue I wasn’t aware of.  Thanks to the help of two friends I was able to ferret out what was going on and come up with a way to deal with it.  As it’s a challenge I think many may face in life I decided to share the details.

It may help.

It all started when I mentioned to a friend there was a career goal I hadn’t yet met. 

 I was pretty disillusioned about it.

In a reply she wrote:  “I don’t think I understand.  From where I am you …”

She went on to describe how she read the situation.

I’m very grateful to her for taking the time. It really helped me.

As I read the words I couldn’t help thinking how we may not see ourselves as others see us.  For me this is more that I don’t feel as others see me.

For an empath this wording is significant.  It definitely affected how I approached closing that gap.

To start I asked myself why I didn’t feel like the writer I appear to be.  

And am.

What was missing?

After a bit of introspection I decided that in spite of the fact I am prolific working on the couch in pajamas, it wasn’t sending the right message.

I’d tried remedying this situation before but the desks were always too big or too small.  Same with the chairs.  

As luck would have it my son found a desk and chair for himself that is the perfect size for me.  Using those measurements I found a desk and chair I liked, happily set it up in a place in the dining room that seemed the perfect location.

I take a variety of factors into consideration – the most important being – how does it feel?

After a short time, perfect as it seemed, I realized something was off. The space felt wrong. Too traditional. 

My inner vibe is urban loft.  

Having lived in one I drew on what elements I loved most to try to accent the space.

Without having it look ridiculous as the styles were different.

Turns out some of what I had in my room in high school fit perfectly.  Specifically, a Sad Cafe album cover that I always loved.  Aaron, who is good at hunting down vinyls in good condition, ordered it for me.  I framed it, set it on a very cool easel in the space.

I then added Martin Briley’s One Night With a Stranger.  I love that artwork too as it’s such a talking piece.

But something was still off.  So much so that my career efforts ground to a crawl.

At least they weren’t a halt – that would have really amped the stress.

About this time I heard from a friend who recently achieved a major life and career goal.  An engineer, he synthesized my frustrations in such a way I got the next piece in the puzzle.

The puzzle of Why is this happening?  Why don’t I feel like the writer I am?  

After all, I had my cool space.

At the same time he wrote of challenges he was dealing with.

Many were parallel to mine.

In writing a response I stumbled on the answer to my problem.

The Basket!

I explained it like this.  Let’s say we have a goal.  

We know what we want or who we want to be as a result of the goal. 

 Now let’s say we’ve been given a basket to use to attain the goal.  In it are the following items:

  • Items to help
  • Items to block
  • Items others added

I decided to focus primarily on the first two, paying particular attention to the block.  Why didn’t I feel the way people saw me?

It isn’t that other people’s opinions matter more.  The way my friend laid things out it made it seem I was closer to that career goal than I realized.  That made me ask how come?  How come I didn’t see it that way?  

I went to a pub I prefer for occasional working lunches and listed items in my basket into a file.

The two types of items.

I listed what is working, followed with what is a block, and then listed actions I could take to address the blocks.

It wasn’t just getting rid of them, it was addressing them.  Resolving the situation may not be “getting rid of.”  Semantics but important, I think.

 I invited Aaron up to go over everything.  After much discussion it became evident the work space I made for myself wasn’t doing it.

It didn’t feel professional which meant I didn’t feel professional.

He listened while I outlined what was off about the space and offered a couple of suggestions.  They seemed a lot of effort for something that might not work so I tried to think of something to try first.  

In lieu of adjusting the space, I mentioned moving the desk yet again. Liking the idea he pointed out the benefits of putting it in a certain location.  While I agreed on moving the desk, I hesitated on the area he thought ideal. I’d tried it before – twice.

After turning it over I saw that those other two times were with pieces of furniture that did not fit my needs.

A table and chair that were too big and another setup – a lap desk and chair that didn’t provide the right support.

I was also ambivalent about the specific part of the room Aaron suggested. I worried it would make me feel as if I’d been shoved into a corner, an afterthought.

Not a good career message

But it was simple enough to try so I went ahead and moved the desk and chair. 

As I told Aaron, I’m an Occam’s Razor kind of gal – the simplest solution is often the best.

Turns out not only did the new room work the location he suggested is perfect.

The exact vibe I needed!

I moved the accents to the new space and went to work.

There’s More.

While all this went to address the issue I was focusing on – one of the blocks – it’s only part of the process.  There are other blocks I’ll need to address and I may lack a few things that I need in that basket.

Things that will help me move closer to the goal.

Anddddd 

There’s that third item.  

It Ain’t Mine!  There are things in the basket I didn’t put in.

Things that won’t help me.

  • Who/What someone else thinks I should do/be
  • Dramas that aren’t mine
  •  Burdens that are not mine to carry.

These are things that need to be dealt with.

Usually return to sender works.

All that Clutter!

Another problem – for me – is that I put so many “helpful” things into the basket it had become cluttered.  So much so, as a matter of fact, I couldn’t see the blocks, let alone have the space or energy to deal with them.

Some of the clutter came from books I own.

Books on Goals, Visualization, Law of Attraction.

Yes, these books are filled with good information.  Helpful, even.  But that wasn’t where my energy should have been spent.

I was likely unconsciously avoiding dealing with a block or two by busying myself with these books.

I thinned out the collection and deleted other books that were taking visual space.

More organized and less cluttered translates – for me – to less stress.

And now?

There’s more to do but I have no doubt I am closer to the particular career goal I’m working on.

Anddd

I have a valid tool in my arsenal to address areas of my life that may need cleaning up.

I hope sharing this story helps others.

I am grateful to my friends for taking the time to share their feelings with me.

Be well!

BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: SOURCE

Enjoying a bit of peace and quiet and a much cooler morning.  It got so hot during our heat wave that our food processor bowl melted while in use.  The round area that has the blade come through is now oblong. 

 I loved hearing Aaron say, “Oh, that’s why it sounded so funny.”

I was listening to music through headphones at the time and missed all that audio fun.  Thankfully, we live in a time when you can get replacement parts easily; you don’t have to buy an entirely new appliance.

As I listen to the sounds of the morning which include enough wildlife I sometimes feel I live in a zoo, I’m mentally sorting through projects in the queue.   It isn’t just that there are a number of possibilities it’s the order in which they should be done. 

Temporal Awareness.  At the start of the pandemic shutdown I wrote about what it felt like having my temporal awareness turned on its ear.  

As someone who already worked from home the inability to have any contact with the outside world for months on end was surreal.

I channeled that frustration into writing making it one of the more prolific times of my writing career.

I finished Beacon, Rainmaker, Mirror, and Redemption among other projects in a span of about three months. 

It came at a cost.

Burnout.

I know that work burnout was a common problem during the pandemic.  I read several articles in which people talked about the effects of being shut in or – if they couldn’t work from home – being completely overwhelmed.  And yet I couldn’t relate.

Career burnout wasn’t my burnout.

It took until yesterday to understand that my burnout was related but different.  It wasn’t career burnout so much as life burnout. 

 As someone who has worked from home for twenty-seven years, other than a period of incredible productivity, it wasn’t my career that was impacted.

Outside acknowledging the challenges of going from minimal outside interaction to none, I never considered the impact of total lockdown on my life outside my career.

Work Front and Center.  There was a cost to the constant attention on work from home in our community and in the world.  It hid the impact of what was happening outside that construct.

When you’re so busy focusing on making something work you can miss all the areas of your life that are being starved of critical energy.

 Missing the Signs.  Because my productivity  was not negatively impacted  I missed warning signs that not all was well.  Or, if I did sense something wrong I simply channeled it into my work, exacerbating the problem.

Open Is Closed.  Regardless of the state of the states I still work from home.  Thanks to the delta variant and other unknowns it’s business as usual as far as the pandemic is concerned.

Masks, social distancing, and good health habits.

This lack of real change and the knowledge that it will likely remain so for the foreseeable future had me turning to my de facto approach, writing.

Excuse Me.  An interesting thing happened.  Somehow the message from the nonwork areas of my life that were suffering got to the productivity camp and, as you can predict, everything shut down.

Few things cause panic for an author.  Writer’s block is one of them.

Because my attention was on the impact to my productivity I missed that the symptoms had nothing to do with writing.

There was no writer’s block.

Ignoring the symptoms since I didn’t map them to nonwork issues, I continued focusing on my career.

It never occurred to me it was soul burnout related to the pandemic.

Meet Me Halfway.  Apparently, my higher self has a clue.  It figured out I’m going to double down on the creative outlet as a coping mechanism – something I’ve done my whole life – so it plugged into that part of the energy spectrum.  This led to a series of “coincidences” that got the message through.

That while my body and mind were doing just fine, my spiritual health was in need of some serious TLC.

The Edge of Nowhere.  I decided to work with Event Horizon which does an amazing job of pulling me out of myself so I can solve issues unhindered by “noise.”  Sure enough I started to see where energy blocks were having a negative impact.  As with all Event Horizon sessions, a number of solutions were offered to address the situation.

I Can’t Hear You.  It was during one of the better sessions that I realized that while I gave myself suggestions to address issues I wasn’t following up.  I kept setting the stuff aside for later after which I would go back to writing.  Luckily for me, this time I listened.

One Thing Feeds Another.  As I followed through on the suggestions I was inspired to go back and do another EH session during which more insight was gained and more suggestions given.  This went on for a few days and I noticed those other energy blocks began to dissolve.

In some cases I didn’t even realize there was a block until it was gone.

Helping Hand.  I continued working with Event Horizon and continued to follow through on the suggestions and continued to see improvements including subtle messages from the universe that helped me on my way.  And then a funny thing happened.  The messages became not so subtle.  In fact, they got downright direct.

Read My Lips.  The universe has a fun way of getting the message across and I’ve long known that when we ignore the messages, they get louder. 

This isn’t always a good thing.

In this case the increased volume was relatively harmless.  A book that had appeared in my sphere of awareness months ago reappeared.  This time I paid attention and bought it.  I also got an email from a dear friend, the right words at the right time.  Interestingly, both sources had the same message

Don’t forget the basics!

It was through each of these messages I realized that in all the chaos I had forgotten to nurture my own spirituality.

I was so busy being there for everyone and everything else I forgot to be there for this.

Energy In Bloom.  As I read the book and did the exercises which included relaxation, meditation, visualization, grounding, I found the creative whispering increasing in volume.

The voice of the source – what goes into bringing a story to life.

Bruised But Healing.  When you are a creative, to create is to feed the soul. The worst thing that can happen is to turn off the spigot but just as damaging, as I’ve learned, is to turn it on full blast. I believe my soul understands this now. I recognize the need to find other ways to nurture that soul.  Especially when the avenues open to me are cut off by lockdown.

A Day in the Life of a Writer with GMF Sensitivity

People who’ve followed me over the years know I have a unique history with EMF and GMF Sensitivity.  Though I have unraveled the mystery of my sensitivity to technology EMFs – heavy metal poisoning that messed up cell signaling by disrupting electrolytes – I am still aware of various electromagnetic frequencies.

Including and especially the ultra-low and very low frequencies that come out of fault lines in the hours and days before an earthquake.

Though my focus is now on writing fiction, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t learn or validate something about my relationship with these invisible sound waves that have such an impact on our world.

And human health and well-being.

Just before all the virus fun started, our family acquired a bearded dragon.  The timing was, like so many things in my life, a happy coincidence.  Not.

Not that it wasn’t happy – the timing wasn’t a coincidence.  Obviously, the universe knew what was coming and knew what a gift this little guy who isn’t so little now would be.

Well, not that anyone sought my opinion but, he ended up in my space.

It’s technically common living space but as it’s where I do the bulk of my writing, it’s mine.

Over the months I’ve gotten to know this member of the family, his habits, expressions.

Unlike how Ryal Kinkaid refers to the Light Beings, I don’t consider our BD a lizard brain.

Yesterday I noticed he was acting a bit strangely.  Since there was a power outage that necessitated we hook the lights warming his space to the generator, I wondered if it had to do with that though I couldn’t figure out how or why that might be the case.

He periodically acted as if he’d been zapped but there was no obvious way there could have been surges that would have caused it.  Not to mention I’m so sensitive to electrical pulses I would have been impacted because I was sharing the power strip to which his lights were plugged in – frequently plugging and unplugging devices from it as they needed charging.  There was never any dimming of his lights when I did this – no sparks – nothing. ANDDD – he didn’t do it when I was plugging or unplugging the devices – just periodically.

This afternoon I was working on Refugee, a Metatron’s Army novel, when I suddenly felt icky.  Ignoring it since there was no obvious explanation, I continued working.

Didn’t work.

I decided to have lunch, see if that might help.  Just as I sat down to eat I got a nasty sharp pain in one of my teeth.

As if someone was jabbing a sewing needle up the center.

When chewing didn’t make it any worse, I shrugged it off and kept at the novel  hoping – and believing – it would resolve itself.

I’ve noticed while rebalancing my electrolytes I’ll periodically if seldomly get pain in my mouth that totally disappears once the balancing has been achieved.  Pain that stays away.  You know – like a cramp in the foot – growing pains?  NORMAL?!

A telltale sound caught my attention at the same moment my visual attention went to a row of windows.  EARTHQUAKE!!!!!!

The sound wave travels in a straight line which makes windows “pop” or “crack” – like Rice Crispies.  

For years my focus has turned – often along with my eyes – to the direction the earthquake wave travels.  

Even when I wake up out of a sound sleep moments before the quake hits. I turn my head in the direction of the oncoming wave.

I knew in that moment my tooth pain would resolve shortly.

As the GMFs that caused it went to zero.

All of a sudden a number of things made sense

  • The bearded dragon’s behavior

Just prior to the small quake he’d been running from one end of the tank to the other, went into his hidey hole then out, down into the greenery then out.  AFTER?  Totally calm.

  • An ache in my neck I hadn’t felt in eons.
  • The icky feeling

As I’ve written GMFs which are ultra-low and very low EMFS, are tied to feelings of despair, deep fatigue, hopelessness

  • Ringing ears

Throughout the day yesterday I experienced a high-pitched ringing that lasted seconds before disappearing entirely.  

  • The sharp pain in my tooth

Which reduced within seconds of the quake, disappearing entirely within forty minutes.

I am back at the novel after a break to share this with readers.

All a day in the life of a writer sensitive to electromagnetic frequencies.