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.

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.

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.