A Broken Dream Will Find a Way

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I was born a writer with music in my heart.

Won my first fiction award in 1st grade.

The Path of the Creative Soul

Ginsu Moment

In 4th grade we were given a piccolo, taught scales.  Not long after a woman came to ask if any of us were interested in playing an instrument.  

Was music in our soul?

Ah music.

As a kid I watched my dad play drums while marching in Detroit in a St. Patrick’s Day parade, held the trophy he earned for excellence in piano, listened to the album of him singing and dancing on the Dany Kaye show.

I wanted to play drums.

The beat of my heart.

We were too poor to afford even renting so he got a practice pad and two drumsticks – plopped it on the sofa back and began teaching me.  

Eventually we were able to rent a snare which came in a black plastic case that weighed as much as I did.  Given I lived a haul from school carrying this along with all my heavy textbooks – I wasn’t in a good space.

Nuns on Broomsticks

Need I say more?  Really?  Okay…

I asked the principal (nun on a broomstick) if I could keep my drum in the office so I didn’t have to haul it back and forth every day.  

Given the hyena response you’d think she was in the audience of an SNL live opening.

“Girls have no business playing drums.”

Tell that to Cindy Lauper.

I did NOT want to give up drums.  The beat was in my heart, my soul.

My younger brother tried carrying it for me but it was too much.

Thanks for trying.  Thanks for seeing the music in me as I see the music in you.

I begged my dad to drive it back and forth but his job didn’t allow for it and we only had one working vehicle.

Two months later he handed a small black case to me.

Music is Music

It was a rented b-flat clarinet.

“Dad, I don’t want to play clarinet.  I want to play drums.”

He put a finger to ribs behind which a heart was beating. “You want to play music.”

I played clarinet for 13 years including a wonderful stint in orchestra.

I also played piano and tenor sax.

The Dream Breaks to be Born?

Is this what creativity is about?  

Highlander and the R in It

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Happy New Year Peeps of the Earth!  Ready to share a bit of fun immersed in reality.

After 5 consecutive hours working on a fiction project I decided to do some music time.

For what it’s worth I tend to watch my favorite music on YouTube because due to the compression rate iTunes just doesn’t cut it.  Hoping they get their act together soon.

I was “listening to” Who Wants to Live Forever from Highlander.

Queen.

New Boss Same as the Old Boss

In 1992 I went to a Detroit Area Harmony House to get the soundtrack for the movie. I learned two very important details for my music lover life:

  • There is the orchestral soundtrack and there’s the QUEEN Soundtrack
  • Tariffs and other BS meant all Brit musicians (Queen, David Bowie, Rolling Stones) were no longer allowed to sell in the US

As I learned from a Harmony House manager who took pity on me and pulled a cassette from the back room – they’d been instructed to put all material from British musicians in some closet or other and were forbidden to sell to customers.

He puled a cassette of Queen’s It’s a Kind of Magic – likely because he saw I was on the verge of tears – and sold it to me.

What’s that saying about business? It’s about the people?

In watching the video something caught my eye.

To Give Context

I grew up a 30-minute drive from Canada. I grew up listening to French Canadian radio, watching French Canadian TV.  When it came time to choose a language to study in high school – French made more sense for me than Spanish.

The Easy Way isn’t ALWAYS the Easy Way

Most of my classmates took Spanish. When I asked them why – given we lived closer to French Canada than Mexico they told me- consistently – “Because it’s easy.”

Thanks to a benefactor I had the good fortune to do a working trip to Europe with a group of some 63 souls all of whom – with the exception of me – took Spanish in high school.

I also took Latin – won Magna Cum Laude in the National exam.

As It Happened

We were in Paris and something about the food tasted off to me.

I’d had a recent run-in with food poisoning thanks to a trip with my divorced dad to Tijuana Mexico.

Facing ridicule I nonetheless went to a Burger King for dinner.

Long story short I translated for the Parisian doctor called in to treat over 50 people for severe food poisoning.

One of whom had to be flown to New York to be admitted to a hospital.

Ginsu Knife

But wait!  There’s More!

When we were in the French Swiss Alps?  Everyone starving?  None of the people making sandwiches spoke English and I was the only one who spoke French.

Bad as my American accent was.

“What is JAM bon?”

“JambOn ? Ham.”

I translated for over 50 people so they could get lunch.

Translation

As it happens I was fortunate to have a French II teacher who was born and raised in Paris.  One of the skills she tried to translate was the role of the roll – pun intended – of the tongue in producing the R sound in French.

I got it though I’m more “hear it – translate it” type of language student.

Back to Front.

Pun intended.

I am a passionate Highlander fan.  So much so I read about Christopher Lambert – a Frenchman – having to learn to speak English for the role.  Just now?  Watching this video?  When he calls out “Heather!” ???

You can see the back of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth for the R sound – normal to his native language – even as he’s calling out in English.

Classic.  

Like him and the movie.

I hope 2026 brings joy laughter love and much more to my readers.

Elizabeth

Holistic Tool: Audio Nap

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It’s been a chaotic exciting couple of weeks.  What makes it super cool is clearing the towering In Box.  I can FEEL the energy flowing.  To celebrate?  An audio nap.

A What?

As my mom will attest I’ve never been a good napper.

I’m one of those who feels worse after taking one.

Try Another Way

For a time I walked as it cleared the cobwebs.  Unfortunately it also stimulated creativity which somewhat defeated the purpose as I came back and started work on the next bit of chaos.

Which I spent the duration of the walk contemplating.

Music To The Rescue

From the time I was a baby and danced to the Beatles on 8 track on the back seat music has filled my soul in a unique way.

No seatbelts back then.

I grew up dancing in my living room to tunes played on 8 track 45s 33 ½ and 78.

The Beat of Your Soul

I played drums, clarinet, piano then tenor sax.

Letting go when time in tech infringed with playing.  

I had and have the passion of music in my soul – fed through whatever media is available.

We’ve Come a Long Way Baby

Thankfully and thanks to people like Steve Jobs and Neil Young mobile music has improved from the days of the Sony Walkman or mobile CD players that skipped.

The Brain’s Tired

Given how I’ve pushed myself I’m mentally fried.  If I tried having a traditional nap I’d lay staring at the ceiling an adrenal rush keeping me from sleeping as I know I’ll feel worse if I nap.

Audio Nap

They say music soothes the savage beast.  

I know it soothes the overworked soul.

I’ve put together a number of playlists for different moods, different scenarios.

One Scenario.  

My work is a labor of love.  

I sincerely aim to help others.

That drive can be the driver complete with a whip.

Projects

Before I tune into my tunes I’ll share what peeps can look forward to.

  • Podcast Episode Three – Caring for Family Holistically
  • Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal

An App and companion workbook of tools and strategies to deal with Esoteric EM frequencies.

  • Fix EMF App Update

Dealing with the other 3 GATE EM frequencies.

This app provides tools and strategies for dealing with sensitivity to Geologic Atmospheric and Technologic EM frequencies.

Stay tuned and be well.

Responsibility: Who’s Is It?

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Listening to Rag N Bone Man’s Skin

Powerful lyrics

My mind drifted to the people we believe we have responsibility to.

And how we ended up with these beliefs since we weren’t born with them.

Functional Dysfunction

Having lived the definition of growing up in a dysfunctional family it’s probably no shocker I might have an interesting definition if not perspective of who is responsible for who and what.

And how dysfunctiontals don’t miss an opportunity to put their responsibilities on others including and especially those too young and inexperienced and therefore totally unprepared to bear it.

Note:  The stories I share in my podcasts?  Trust me they’re stirring up memories that would be all too happy to stay dead and buried – but that wouldn’t help the world and those in it.

Nor would it honor those who gave me their trust and protection throughout the years.

Needless to say it’s taking a toll on me.

Choice

This isn’t the forum for going deep but I’m listening to this song and thinking of a man who made the choice to be a guiding light to someone; a man not much older who somehow surmised I’d missed out on a lot of important life lessons.  Dealing with life himself?  And adversity?  He stepped out of the rushing stream of life that was sweeping souls to the open ocean where … well you can imagine … to give me a fighting chance at survival.

He saw I was shark bait.

He risked his career and much more to be there for me not because he was born with a responsibility to me but because he chose to help someone take the next step.

As life would have it I’ve been gifted along the convoluted way to cross paths with people who likewise chose a responsibility to help me to the next step.

Including my beloved husband Aaron.

There are no words to express the depth of my gratitude to these souls but along the path of responsibility to my fellow man? I learned the importance and impact of something as simple as a smile or a hug.

And how it can transform someone’s life – like the lyrics of a song.

Be in the flow.

And enjoy the music of life.

Be well.

Mushed Back Into the Cookie Dough

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Taking a much needed music break.

Listening to Solar Echoes by Sir Nigel Stanford which – interestingly – maps beautifully to my Metatron’s Army series and NO – the brilliant creative does not endorse my work.  

I didn’t even realize this until years after I published the series.

Doubt he knows I exist or knows his Cymatics video put into motion parts of my EMF Sensitivity experience that were difficult to explain.  His Solar Echoes?  Well that’s a whole other beautiful ball of interconnected creative wax.

I’ve spent the past weeks pedal to the metal on an upcoming project – at times truly asking myself what the hell I was thinking.  I mean aren’t I the person who just spent 2 plus years putting myself back together after Covid Lockdown induced burnout scattered my soul to the wind?

To Burn Out

Or Not

I honestly never thought I’d write again.

Didn’t think I’d be able to read fiction either – I was in that much pain.

It wasn’t until I ended up in the hospital because of this fun that I was able to find a way out of the soul cave-in my life had become.

The ER Visit? I translated their allopathic mumbo jumbo into my holistic “This is what I need to do.”

Including stopping medication in lieu of holistic alternatives – something I’ll be discussing in this upcoming project.

Walking for weeks that turned into months – hours spent in silence with only my wounded soul as my companion – I slowly put myself back together.

It was painful because I would start to think of something I could write which gave me immediate severe psychic pain that almost had me doubling over in the middle of the sidewalk at 6:45 am.

Music Soothes the Broken Soul

I just took a moment to see which song was playing as I write this.  

Because it speaks to my healing soul.

Solar Echoes.

I’ve long written about music as a healing agent.

Playlists for EMF Sensitivity among other uses.

In this context it isn’t just a break but a reminder that I can’t wander into that creative swamp again.

I’d drown.

And as my need to create wars with the thought of having to pick up the pieces again I realize that like a cookie cutter segments pieces of the whole to put on display at holiday time the place and time I live in has forced me to carve out pieces of my work.  

Pieces of my creative soul.

And the Burnout?

What do we do after we’ve punched out a number of shapes to showcase?

We mush the remainder into a ball and bring out the rolling pin.

To Start All Over Again.

Back into the Mush.

Manifesting 101: Sound

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Note: Longer Post

If music be the food of love, play on – Twelfth Night

You Have To Start Somewhere

Building Faith.

For many people, when starting on the path to manifesting goals, there is doubt.  

In the premise, in the process, in their ability to succeed.

A wonderful way to counter the doubt and increase chances for success is to build faith.  But how?

Would You Look At That?

To Notice is To Know.

Notice what’s in your life.  Specifically, how much of it is something you wanted and got?  Every one of those gains is a manifestation success.  The key is to acknowledge them regardless of size.

And be thankful!

The Tale of Two Lists

I have a list in the style of It Works that I reference.

Though I follow the methodology and philsophies of a number of Manifesting Gurus, I customize my approach to manifesting to what works for me.

I tapped into this philosophy and added wisdom from another book and created a separate list of received.

The idea is to write “I wanted x and I gratefully received it.”

As I moved accomplished goals big and small from my Want List to my Received List I couldn’t help noticing how long my Received List was becoming.

I have a wide variety of goals big and not so big.

Seeing that list grow ever longer reinforced my faith because it was proof the methods I was employing were working.

When I started this version of the manifesting process I was doing quite a bit of walking.

Good for body mind and spirit.

An avid walker for decades I typically listen to music while I walk.  Unfortunately, given the state of things at that point, I wasn’t able to.

Too much going on in the pia mater.  Music became an irritant.

I felt bad about not being able to listen to music because it’s been a part of my life for as long as I could remember.

I played in band and then orchestra.

The Universe is Listening

And playing my song.

As I was watching college basketball gearing up for March Madness I became aware certain commercials had songs that grabbed my attention – for the message they sent.

Everything’s Okay.

No matter how down I felt when those ads came on the song became the focus of my attention.

That was the point.

Thank you God.

Those tunes were the right words at the right time but more, in some cases imagery in the ad boosted the message.

Flowers blooming and other signs of spring with its new growth and celebration after a long winter.

Deciding focusing on the message of hope was the best course of action I created a playlist with those songs.  

The Happy List.

I’ll admit, it was a short list at the outset.

Transition Buddy to the Rescue.

One morning as I was starting out I got a text from my Transition Buddy in which he included a link to a song he was listening to at work.

He mentioned it was helping him get going on that particular morning.

When I heard the notes I was filled with warmth and a smile spread across my face.  I hadn’t heard the song in years but it brought back wonderful memories from a time when my family lived in Florida.

Thinking of warm sunshine while walking in the cold rain was a real boost to my morale.

I added the song to the playlist and gave a big thank you to my Transition Buddy for adding a bright spot to my day.

Over the weeks I added one or two additional songs to keep the theme of the Happy List.

I played the list over and over while walking.

The more I listened to the message the songs represented – hope that things would eventually get better – and considered the circumstances by which they came about – the more positive I felt which translated to more positive coming into my life.

Coincidences – what Jung calls synchronicities – began to multiply.

Music Matters.

And it does this…and this…

As I acknowledged the role music was playing in lifting me from a pretty low point, a funny thing happened.

I started to stumble on articles about the benefits of music.

My Transition Buddy continued and continues to share stories of music that add smiles and positive energy to my day.

We’re about the same age so we have a lot of music memories in common which makes it that much more enjoyable an exchange.

I continue to benefit from focusing on the musical synchronities and wanted to share the idea more broadly so others can potentially integrate the philosophy of observing wonders big and small into their manifesting practice.

In closing I’ll share links to the articles and a couple of the tunes on that Happy List.

Enjoy and be well!

Links:  To prevent cognitive decline.  To repair.  To make you smile if not laugh.

Songs:  Miracles by Jefferson Starship, All Right Now by Free, and Three Little Birds by Bob Marley & The Wailers are part of that original small set.

The list has grown but it isn’t too crowded which I believe would make for diminishing returns.