EVOLUTION: PHOENIX RISING

Thanks to a rather interesting set of circumstances I became really good at facing adversity.  One of the things I’ve learned is that on the other side?  You need to transform.  You don’t?  You drag all that adversity with you.

Some might liken this to trying to climb a ladder with a bunch of people hanging onto your legs.  

Talk about drag.

Last December as we were heading into the winter and I was releasing the nonfiction work Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal, I took time to assess where I was in my life, my career, and where I was going.

I always do this type of thing weeks if not months before New Year’s.

I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions.

By the time February was rolling around I was eating from the plate of “Be careful what you ask for.”

I knew that in spite of best intentions I’d been writing defensively for some time.

What I hadn’t expected when I started pawing my way through that basket of other people’s crap was the ungodly toll it was going to take on me.

Especially my morale.

As I told a friend earlier today it was the same feeling as when I was learning to body surf at Huntington Beach, California, and – unprepared for the unexpected – had a wave slam me to the seafloor.  

I was 13 and visiting my dad who’d split for LA after the divorce.

I well remember seeing stars after my chin slammed that cement some people called sand.

As my dad coached me – I didn’t panic.

It isn’t in my nature to panic – about anything.

I relaxed my body as he advised me to in such a case, tucked my head between my outstretched arms and allowed the waves to carry me forward.  

Where I proceeded to scoop up a doo-doo load of saltwater and sand in my nose and mouth.  Yech!

I pulled myself up and stepped through shallow waves to see him standing close.

He saw what happened and was ready to run in.

I smiled as I spit out salt water and sand and said “I did it like you told me!  I relaxed my body and let the waves carry me in!  I DIDN’T PANIC!”

This was pretty much exactly 3 years after a brain bleed left me blind, paralyzed, and in a coma.

He smiled, put an arm around my shoulder and guided me over for something to drink from the cooler.

Uh-oh.

No water and no soda left.

Only beer in a can wrapped in a Peppi Cola or Dr. Peeper label.

I guzzled the beer.

I think it was Busch. 

I wasn’t thrilled with the taste but it was damn better than the salt and sand!

As I guzzled he said, “I should have warned you about that spot.  You need to come further in or go further out.”

???

He explained that further in (closer to the shore) is shallow so you do the arms out head tucked approach.  

And prepare for a nose and mouth full of salt water and/or sand.

For what I was looking for?  Further out where your body moves with the waves.

Handing him the empty can – my very first alcoholic beverage ever – I turned and ran into the surf, diving in and swimming out to the fun part.

But…

Is life fun like this?  

Wellllll….

It’s like those waves where sometimes you get to let the waves carry you – sometimes you ride them with the rhythm of your body and soul and sometimes?

Jaw slam!

I’ve spent the past 3 weeks trying to figure out what happened this past winter.

Jaw slam.  

Even as I went back out and tried a few moves to see how it went over for me.

Satisfied I got myself where I need to be? I’m moving forward.

Oh – did you think I was going for a dip in the cooler North Pacific waters?  Um – no.

I’m talking about writing!

Changes to the sites are coming!

Nothing too drastic – just capitalizing on what I’ve done so far.

As for the basket

Let’s put it this way…

As the phoenix shot up?  The basket caught fire.

Good riddance!

and Stay tuned

EMF RESEARCH: WHERE DO YOU STOP? YOU DON’T

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t learn or observe something about my tangle with EMFs.

Why I chose to publish on the subject after a hiatus.

A good part of it is testing to see if anything has changed.  In some respects the fact it doesn’t change is a good thing.

No need to regress.

This past week I was able to validate that my protocols for dealing with EMF Sensitivity continue to hold. Specifically

  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic
  • Esoteric

Atmospheric

We have a pretty cool device we purchased so I could track barometric pressure changes.

I was trying to figure out a pattern for the migraines since we live in an area where thunderstorms are rare and I was getting the migraines -seeimingly at random – rain or shine.

Though I was able to confirm they happened when atmospheric pressure dropped it was almost a nonstarter. The fact I got the migraine 48 hours before the pressure drop was the ultimate barometer.

I didn’t need the instrument to tell me what my body already knew.

As I write in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity, I was able to figure out a remedy to pressure drop induced migraines.

The only type I’ve ever had.

I’ve mentioned in a previous post I was able to validate the remedy by visiting the scene of the original migraine crime.

Went to Michigan for a wedding and experienced one hell of a thunderstorm.  No migraine.  No evidence of any body stress at all!

For over a year I’ve been free of migraines or headaches of any kind tied to this atmospheric pressure change.  

The only type I ever got. I never got headaches before the brain bleed.

Today I came to see that continued application of the remedy means I no longer have any symptoms associated with the change whatsoever.

Why does this matter?  It’s about calcium.

Which forms scar tissue in the body.

As I followed the unique protocol I developed – one that includes champagne and/or tequila to address the root cause – the area of pain shrank in size.

As I write in Ignoring the Rules, it used to be the entire right side of my head and jaw.  Then it was the size of a baseball.  Then a small pipe.  Then a needle.  Then – due to the entirety of the approach – nothing.

And yet…

Even though I no longer felt pain when the atmospheric pressure dropped I was still affected.

My entire body – programmed to recognize the pattern – tensed, driving stress high.

I continued the protocol.

Though I did recently tweak it from champagne to red wine.  This is significant because I’d had to abandon red wine quite some time back.

Listening to my body and paying close attention I continued to adjust.

The result?

I glanced at the nifty device we have and noted that the pressure had dropped significantly and…I hadn’t felt a thing.

No tension.

No awareness.

Not Psychosomatic either.

I was aware a significant drop in pressure was imminent.

Temperatures were going to rise sharply in a short amount of time.

I knew from past experience this was precisely the condition in which a debilitating migraine would occur.

Nothing.

No pain.  No body tension.

The protocol/remedy works.

Technologic

I have not experienced symptoms of Sensitivity to Technologic EMFs in years.  Unfortunately, the experience left me so scarred and traumatized my body remains on high alert.

Gotta love those stress hormones kicking out and wreacking havoc.

The symptoms have not returned.

Living in the Seattle area?  I’ve been exposed to a plethora of varying tech frequencies.

The remedies worked.  More importantly?  The protocols I developed to cure EMF Sensitivity work!

Esoteric

This one is unique in that it can be difficult to quantify and not because I’m talking about psi, ghosts, or other celestial phenomenon.

As I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, when I picked up a rock that had magnetic properties a sharp electric current went up my hand, my shoulder, down my spine, and down the back of my leg.

The right side.  It was so painful I didn’t bother testing with the left.  I just avoided things like red jasper and hematite.

Of Note.  I once had a guy at a health symposium in San Francisco have me touch hematite – which I told him I could not – while he kept his hand over mine.  I felt no pain.  He told me it was because I was ungrounded.  

As an EMF Sensitive I understood.

Still, I could not touch the stuff.

Fast Forward past Hard Work.

Less than a year after being free of EMF Sensitivity we drove to Michigan for a funeral.

I’d been on the cure protocol for 25 months though Sensitivity to Technologic EMFs – with the exception of Bluetooth and RADAR – disappeared after 9 months on the protocol.

 On the way back I discovered I was able to touch magnetic rocks with no repercussions.

We stopped at Wal-Drug where there was an on-site rock and gem shop.  I repeatedly picked up a variety of magnetic stones including red jasper and hematite without any problem.

A number of years later…

About 2 years back I was inspired to purchase a variety of raw stones that have magnetic properties.

Tied to Esoteric EMF Research.

I made to go to a very cool store in Seattle I knew would do the trick only to find they’d become a victom of pandemic shutdown.

I was able to get the stones I needed from a very cool store on Amazon.

Along with a very cool Metatron’s Cube type wood tray to place them on from the online version of the other place.

Earthbound.

Method to the EMF Madness.

The reason is explained in the upcoming Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity  Volume 2.  

Hint:  It’s physics.

I set the rocks in positions dictated by instinct then set the tray with the magnetic raw stones next to where I work.  I immediately noticed a change in pressure and temperature.

Yes – temperature.

This is how EMFs work.

The air around me on that side was cooler.

It was the height of last year’s incredible PNW heat wave so trust me – I noticed the difference.

It made me wonder if Mesmer really was – as some maintain – off his rocker when it came to magnetic energy and its uses.  Then again – if there isn’t profit in it most people aren’t interested in solutions.

Look at how a dangerous but cheaper way to implement distribution of electricity got its foothold and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

But This Was Home.

Could the results be reproduced?

You know that scientific method developed by 4 guys under 25 years of age living in the late 19th century.

Over the years I’ve visited gem and rock shops – noted I definitely prefer raw stones and while I have had a number of interesting experiences attributed to Esoteric EMFs I wasn’t generally able to remain in the store long enough to validate what I experienced at home.

Not to mention a lot of the minerals were behind glass cases.  Glass is dimagnetic which negates the ability to test the effect.

In spite of this my body – a natural EMF meter – was experiencing a variety of sensory input.

Usually not great, thus the need to leave the gem shop before I could get a confirmation.

Of Note. One of my favorite events is the International Rock and Gem show in Tucson.

In terms of EMF Sensitivity I’ve never had a negative experience when attending.

This past week I was able to visit a mineral shop where the stones in question – though not raw – were on top of the counter.  The moment I got close I noted the change in pressure.

There were too many variables to confirm a temperature change.

The best part?  No discomfort.

I can continue my research in relative peace.

Note: Here’s a freebie. Shungite is one of the only minerals that – based on personal experience – noticeably blocks technology EMFs.

It has other uses that I will be addressing in Volume 2.

Stay tuned.

MANIFESTING: WOULDN’T IT BE COOL?

I was sitting on my porch the other night admiring the gradient changes in a twilight sky and thinking how lucky I was to have such a view.  I took a deep breath appreciating the ability to breathe clean air when I was hit with the realzation I was living a wish fulfilled.  Though I’ve had a number of manifestation successes in my life, this one is interesting in that

  • I made the wish when I was 7
  • I shared the wish with someone who immediately told me how impractical it was
  • I forgot about it
  • I never did one conscious thing to make it happen

Origin of a Wish

When I was a kid we lived about 11 miles as the crow flies from the River Rouge plant.  Each summer we would go camping on Lake Huron.

We genereally went to the Oscoda area but sometimes we’d go further north.

One of my favorite things to do was stand on the beach at evening twilight and stare up at a sky filled with stars.

A number of factors including light pollution meant this wasn’t possible at home.

I also loved walking through the woods with my dad.

I love trees and the fresh air was wonderful.

The summer I was 7 I told my dad it would be cool to live up north.

So we could enjoy beautiful twilight skies and fresh air all year long.

He told me it wasn’t practical.

Because of the economy.

He explained that a tourist economy meant those living in that area faced a lot of financial adversity.

I didn’t need to hear any more.

We were already poor.

I let go of the wish.

Though not the desire to have the benefits of the wish, beautiful twilight skies and fresh air to breathe.

This morning as I again considered the irony of this particular wish fulfilled I came to realze a number of my manifestation successes have something in common.  They almost always start with a specific phrase.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool?

In high school I went with a friend to see Desperately Seeking Susan.  As I sat in the theatre watching the scene where Aidan Quinn and Rosanna Arquette  are on the roof of the loft talking I thought Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a loft in an urban area like that?

It was a fleeting thought.

Though one I repeated – out loud – several years later to a different friend while we were watching the movie on cable.

Other than the brief repeat I didn’t give it any more thought.

I did nothing to make it happen.

Approximately ten years later I found myself living that life not because I consciously set my sights to living in an urban loft but because it just unfolded that way.

Even then I knew something was up.

Too much of a coincidence as it was too close to my high school vision.

By the time we were living in Fort Collins, Colorado I’d figured out that every time I uttered those words…Wouldn’t it Be Cool?  I got the wish.

Just one problem.

It can’t be forced!

Manifestation gurus would likely explain the process – saying Wouldn’t it be cool? then letting it go – is the detachment necessary to bring something to be and they’d be right.  Unfortunately, I can’t force the detachment.  When it comes to my successes using this phrase?  Every time I’ve uttered those words it was done with a negligent shrug.  

There was no emotional attachment to an outcome.

To this day I am unable to fake the detachment.

I can say the words but my unconscious mind is smart.  It knows when I’m saying the words but failing in the detachment part.

Fortunately, I’ve a number of other options for manifestation.  Given the unique nature of the success stories I will include them here.

So others can give them a try if they wish.

The Ideal Scene

In 1996 during a challenging part of my life  I bought Shakti Gawain’s Creative Visualization Workbook.

I’d never heard of visualization or manifestation.

The book was on a table at the front of Border’s Books where I’d gone to find something to distract myself from my troubles.

Though I diligently completed each exercise it was The Ideal Scene I was most intrigued by.

Maybe because I’m a writer?

I wrote out details for my ideal relationship, following the rules about not being too specific yet putting in details that were important.  Then I put the book aside.

Never looked at it again.

Several years later while unpacking a box in the living room of our Downtown San Francisco loft I pulled out the workbook.

I’d forgotten about it.

I’d packed it in a box of books and other items I’d been moving around the country.

As I read what I wrote – in pencil – in The Ideal Scene – I got a big smile.  I’d married the man I wrote as being ideal for me.

The way I described him in that letter was more or less a perfect match for how I would have described him that day.

Encouraged by the success I used that technique to manifest the house we bought after the loft and while I was again successful I learned a big lesson.

Be exact in your wording.

When writing the Ideal Scene about the house I wanted for our family I described the number of rooms and bathrooms – that it had wood floors and a fireplace – the yard, nice neighbors, safe, etc. and yes I got everything exact.  What was missing?  I didn’t put in the style of house.

I would have preferred something other than a ranch.

Alas, this is another method that is apparently tied to detachment.

A detachment I can’t fake.

I let go of that particular process for manifesting when we were living in Fort Collins.

A Picture Worth a 1000 Words

We were living in Scottsdale and trying to determine our next move.

We always knew it would be a temporary place where we could regroup after the horrific fallout from the EMF Sensitivity nightmare.

We could move pretty much anywhere we wanted.

We were split between New England and So Cal.

We had a number of options before us.  

Too many options.

After months of attempting to come to a decision I decided to shove the location question aside and focus instead on the type of dwelling I wanted.  One thing was clear.  I desperately missed living in a city.

I couldn’t stand living in a suburb – something I’d never experienced growing up.

Stupid HOA rules and incredible boredom.

I found a cool picture of a couple dancing in their urban loft.

It was an advertisement for the building.

Uncertain of a location at this point I also cut out a picture of a cool house.

It was a view of part of the inside.

Completely different it had a bit of a New England fishing town vibe.

Time passed and we eventually decided on So Cal, moving to an urban loft after touring the gorgeous housing area to the north left me feeling nauseated.

I explained to Aaron my heart would always be in Downtown San Diego.

I needed the freedom and energy of the urban life.

Memories of subdivisions and HOA stuff left me feeling ill.

And then…

Eventually thanks to the twists and turns so common in my life I found myself in the Pacific Northwest.  One afternoon while at my desk I looked up to realize I was looking at the other photo from Scottsdale.

Everything was exact, including the color of paint on the wall.

A color that was here when we moved in.

What stood out about this particular manifestation success is that I didn’t consciously create it.

I didn’t consciously create either one of the options yet got both.

I’d been torn between the two to the degree I got pictures of each and though they were on my desk in AZ, I put them out of my mind.

I see the connection in all of these successes is detachment.  What’s interesting is that the detachment happened differently in each case.

Showing there’s more than one way to skin a wish.

In concluding I will list my favorite books on manifesting.

They light my optimism when I’m feeling down or stuck in neutral.

SIGNS ALONG THE WAY

Sitting here trying to get myself going.  

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

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

Esoteric EMFs.

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

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

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

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

But first – acknowledge.

Don’t blow them off as nothing.

Thanking and tracking really helps increase the number.

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

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

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

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

Given that certain EMFs can block this ability.

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

Making it applicable to both situations listed above.

How I love a coincidence.

As I said – it’s a thumbs’ up.

I’m on the right track.  Keep going.

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

They lost the ability after multiple successes several years ago.

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

Still finishing Volume 1.

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

In a dream.

I then went on to share a personal story.

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

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

He had the biggest smile on his face.

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

After which I came straight awake.

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

Who I missed very much.

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

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

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

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

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

The words sounded garbled.

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

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

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

Me?

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

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

In the dream I knew they were deceased.

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

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

I have not since that first time.

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

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

Each time.

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

Visiting me in dreams.

I had a number of powerful conversations.

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

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

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

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

To finish Volume 1.

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

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

Like a pat on the back from God.

Atmospheric EMFs Preview

Well, it’s been quite the day.

Though one I technically took off.

I was actually going to write a post about Volume 2 but as I was editing part of Volume 1 decided I would give readers and visitors a preview.

The section deals with Atmospheric EMFs.

More than a peek into the book it gives an idea of my writing style.

Without further ado – this is the opening of the section – though there is more.

It’s long as it’s a book excerpt.

I believe people will appreciate where I’m coming from.

And as I said – this will give an idea where I’m going – the tools and strategies I use to deal with it.

Enjoy:

Excerpt from Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity

Beginning in the spring of 1983, just after relocating to Michigan from Florida, I began suffering horrific migraines.

I’d never had headaches or mirgaines prior to that, outside the pain from the brain bleed that set my life on a new and unanticipated trajectory.

13 at the time, I would lay in bed in my maternal grandmother’s basement, clutching my head and crying.

My mother, brother, and I lived in my grandparents’ basement after my parents separated.

My grandmother observed the migraines started 48 hours prior to a thunderstorm which are prevalent in Michigan and Northern Ohio in the spring and early summer.

Particularly at the end of May and beginning of June.

Irrespective of understanding a connection to thunderstorms, I never found an explanation for the sudden onset of debilitating migraines.

Nor did my neurosurgeion or the British ENT surgeon who had become a friend and integral part of my life.

Nor could I find a way to control the pain.

Not even narcotics administered in the ER.  All they did was make it so I could fall asleep until the weather system moved out.

Right up until I transferred to the West Coast in 2000, I was negatively impacted.

I could count on being a regular visitor to the ER the last weekend in May and/or first weekend in June – thank you thunderstorms.

A Break in the Gloom.

By chance…

To my great fortune, before I relocated West,  I landed in the ER at Providence Novi on a stormy evening when a particularly savvy doctor was on duty.  When I explained the usual cocktail used to  deal with that type of migraine…

That had me clutching my head and crying.

Wait – back up a moment.

To give perspective.

When it came to migraines that landed me in the ER.

1/2 the time I woke in the middle of the night with horrible throbbing pain.

No flashing lights or sounds – just the terrible throbbing at the brain surgery site.

  Since I was in no position to drive and didn’t want to call an ambulance I had to phone someone to take me.

I always felt terrible for waking someone – usually my mom and stepdad – but  I really didn’t think an ambulance was the right thing to do and I was in no condition to drive.

The other 1/2 the time I was either on my way to work or on my way home from work.

Storm systems have no respect for the working woman and their sense of timing blows.

On this particular occasion I’d driven myself to the ER from work.

I remember staring out the window – talking with a colleague at the time and telling him I’d better leave because I could feel the buildup in my head as the clouds approached our office in Southfield.

I almost stopped at the Farmington Hills police station.

The pain was so awful I worried the clamp for the brain bleed had come loose and I was having another brain bleed.  

I literally screamed behind the wheel the pain was so bad.

Damn migraines.

Once in the ER after explaining I had a migraine and being brusquely told – after they decided I wasn’t dying from it – to take a seat, I ended up on the floor curled into a tight ball clutching my head and crying.

Yep – on the oh so hygienic floor.

A kind elderly woman came over, pulled me up, got me into a chair and held my head in her lap while I clutched it and cried.

I was 28.

Your Head Hurts?  Really?

How bad?

Oh, I don’t know – want me to puke down your clean white coat so we can swap stories?

I don’t know if his bedside manner was off or if he just didn’t think a crying adult female anything to worry about but I wasn’t too keen on the doctor’s tone of voice.

And in no condition to do anything but clutch my head and weave – hoping I wouldn’t fall off the gurney – and answer his questions about the severity of the pain.  Clutching my head while crying on the floor of the ER didn’t do it apparently.

Wondering if I was going to throw up – from the crying or the pain I didn’t know – I said “Just give me the Demerol- Vistaril and I’ll call someone to pick me up.”

This is the treatment I was given every other time.  

I’d never before asked for those drugs.  

Not once.

All I knew is that for the previous 7 years of my life – every late May and/or early June I ended up in the ER with a vascular migraine no one could explain the reason for and that’s what they gave me.

Along with something for nausea.

I think they went this route because codeine gave me a boomerang headache.

And also because  once they learned I’d had brain surgery and had a titanium clip in my head?  They ran for the hills.  

Of Note.

I repeatedly consulted with my GP and my neurosurgeon.  I refused any prescription for any narcotics.

hate the way they make me feel.

I generally self-medicated with multiple Excederins only going to the ER if the pain became unbearable.

Try the Experts.

In headaches not neurosurgery.

I had a full workup at the Ann Arbor Headache clinic.

Complete with a consultation with two bright and shiny as a penny neurologists.

The only thing they were able to offer after several days of tests and interviews was that I had – get this – “A chemical imbalance.”

Funny how they couldn’t tell me which chemicals were out of balance.

They wrote a prescription for Pamelor.

I was confused.  It’s an anti-depressant and I wasn’t depressed.

The side effects were so awful – I was a walking zombie – I never took a second dose.

And theoretically I’d gotten the lowest possible dose.

I didn’t remember an entire day at work and that evening while driving home near the Pontiac Silverdome – when I saw a sign for I-75?  The initial thought that went through my head was “Oh, cool, now I can go 75 miles an hour.”

I was on Featherstone?  Hellloooooo

I was very lucky to yank myself into reality.  I called the doctor the next day – after NOT taking another pill and when he asked why I was so determined to never take it again?  I said, “Let’s put it this way.  The medicine negatively impacts my life way more than the migraines do.”

Not to mention I was not depressed.

Damn scary if you ask me.  Can you imagine people on the road with this stuff in their system?  Yikes!

Back to Our Story.

The minute I mentioned the narcotic cocktail?  His eyes narrowed.

Obviously I was flashing a neon sign that read Junkie looking for a fix.

Hey jerkweed?  Look at my record.  Every year between the end of May and the beginning of June – during the height of Michigan thunderstorm activity and only in the Detroit Metro area?  I end up in the ER.  

I literally told him to look up the record in less-than-dulcet tones.

Hey – I didn’t call him an ass!  

Then again he was the one with the pain relief magic pen.

I also invited him to look at my pharmacy record.

No prescriptions.  None.

Nothing.  I took no medication.

Still don’t.

I’d be one hell of a clever junkie to cover my trail that well.

Or maybe it was my suit – coming from work – that made him suspect?

He was unconvinced.

And I was still clutching my head with tears sliding down my cheeks.

I suggested he page and talk with the neurosurgeon who put the clip on my brain bleed in 1979.

Who was probably on rounds at St. Mary’s of Redford hospital, if not in surgery.

Are You Willing?

Not a nice question to ask someone who isn’t a spy but who is experiencing excrutiating pain.  Hm.  Maybe that would be a good recruiting tool…

He asked if I would be willing to try a  non-narcotic.

In otherwords, did I really truly seriously want to do something about the excrutiating pain?

Oh, I don’t know.  Does the sun come up in the morning?

Yes!

I was ecstatic at the thought of a remedy that didn’t necessitate I call someone to drive me home where I would sleep and wake feeling like crap because of the narcotics and their side-effects.

And the pain never went away.  The narcotics just allowed me to sleep until the storm system mosied northeast.

He gave me Imitrex.

A miracle!

I drove myself home and due to a number of circumstances including moving across the country – never found myself in the ER with a migraine again.

To this day!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this excerpt. There’s more to the chapter, more to the book.

Lots of meat in both Volumes 1 & 2.

As I’ve shared in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity, I figured out a cure for these migraines – caused by atmsopheric pressure drops – a year ago.

The remedy and my thoughts on what was going on are included in that book along with this one.

Stay tuned.

Note: Though I never again had migraines severe enough to land me in the ER until I discovered the Atmospheric EMF migraine cure? I had migraines.

Caused by atmospheric EMFs.

They were just more tolerable.

After the cure? Nada.

Even in the presence of those same Atmospheric EMFs.

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE

Maybe the Universe is trying to send me a message.

“Get out of the way so I can help you.”

Readers are aware I’ve been struggling with a follow-up EMF Sensitivity project.

As I’ve pointed out more than once the thing is like a giant octopus with tentacles that were starting to tangle and choke the life out of it.

In spite of the frustration and a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to pull it off, determination if not outright stubborness drove me to find a way to make it happen.

Of course it could also be ego given I woke up that morning thinking “I’m smart.  I’m sure I can figure out a way.”

Interestingly, soon after I posted that article I got an idea how to figure it out.

Not the solution – a way to find the solution.

I went to a local pub.

Historically, I’ve been able to solve some of my bigger career challenges there.

It isn’t alcohol because I have wine and champagne in the house.  

It’s a combination of the ambiance – a sports bar with lots of games and ESPN on on a number of TVs – and being with others who are – like me – working away from home. Of course good service and good food doesn’t hurt.

Within a short time of placing my order, a solution came to me and I began to type.

But Will This Work?

Not wanting to go much further if I was going at it wrong – don’t want to waste time and energy – I solicited feedback from my server believing if she understood what I was talking about in the few words I’d gotten down I was going in the right direction.

The subject is broad.  Being concise is important.

She absolutely got it  and went on to offer helpful perspective, including telling me of a regular who has EMF Sensitivity.

Inspired by the communication success I continued typing.

Once I got home I was able to write four chapters.

The Words Just Flowed.

It wasn’t manic.

Likely because I’d been working and reworking the subject for the past 6 months.  

On a Roll.

Yesterday I got all but one chapter finished.

Two and a half days and the 1st draft was just about done.

Wahoo!

Not So Fast.

I hit a wall.

The same wall I’d been hitting for the past 6 months.

Esoteric EMFs.

4th of the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity, Esoteric EMFs are – as I wrote in the appropriate chapter yesterday – simultaneously the most intriguing and challenging.

Which is why I’m so determined to share what I’ve learned and observed.

They are also interconnected if not outright entangled with the other EMFs.

Which is of interest to anyone curious about 

  • Psi
  • Angels
  • Ghosts
  • Factor X

Factor X is the effect of human emotion – a type of EMF – on human health and well-being.

My coverage of these unique EMFs are what’s been tangling everything up. At the same time they are an important part of the project.

These EMFs are interconnected to every other type in one way or another even if it’s only to give clarity or context.

Unable to progress I threw up my hands and joined Aaron in the kitchen where he was cooking dinner.

He’s a great listener and he has lived this with me but talking about it didn’t really help.

By the time I went to bed I was no closer to an answer.

Though I believed one was out there.

New Day New Start.

I lay in bed this morning and considered my options.  

OMG:  Just got a big time answer from the Universe.  

But 1st…

I stared at the bedroom ceiling and thought over the challenge and my options and decided to ask God for help.  

When it comes to removing a writing block, He’s never let me down.

Confident a solution would present itself I sat down on the couch with a glass of water and looked at my text messages.  One was from someone going through a bit of chaos.  

“Decisions decisions – waiting to hear back on other decisions.”

Been there, done that.

After sending her a shamrock emoji and wishing her luck I went back to drinking water and staring out the window.

Searching for a solution.

My mind wandered which for me is auspicious.

This is what Jose Silva calls the Daydream Stare and is critical to problem solving.

Thinking on the text a thought occurred.

Take it a piece at a time.

Though this thought was more or less for the challenge of my friend’s decisions I realized it may be a way for me to approach my own challenge.

Specifically, break the Esoteric EMFs away from the other sections.

God knows there’s enough material in there to be a stand-alone book.

The more I stared out the window the more the idea appealed.

But Would It Work?

After a number of interruptions – each with a bit of synchronicity tied to the idea – I considered the Universe was likely trying to tell me something and in overthinking the problem I couldn’t hear the message.

Get out of the Way!

On the heels of that thought I began this article.

I stopped to check email.

The app hung so I  went back to writing.

The system froze.

Microsoft Word repeatedly freezes whenever there’s a Free Cell game installed on my system.  I keep it because it isn’t a daily thing, I’m manic about saving my work, and, playing the game while listening to music puts me in that wonderful Daydream State.

When I deinstalled it and tried other methods to inspire that creativity?  Pffffffftttt!

I rebooted to find I’d lost half the article.

Ah well, I know what I wanted to say.

Getting back to the point where I left off I picked up my phone and looked at email.

The Answer is Yes.

The question?

I think the Universe is trying to tell me to get out of the way so it can help me.

Yes, it is.

There was an email from a family member who is a dear friend and like a sister to me.

I’d actually been planning to email her and ask for advice about my conundrum.

The subject line:  Having Trouble?

The content had one sentence:  Start with the small stuff.

Along with a couple of supportive emojis.

Start with the small stuff.

It’s the solution I’d come up with though I was wondering if it would work.  That her email showed up at the exact moment I needed to hear those words?  From somone I was about to contact for advice?

The Universe weighed in.

Go With It.

After thanking God for answering my call I went back to typing.

The Plan.

I will be separating the Esoteric EMF Section from the publication dealing with Geologic, Atmospheric, and Technologic EMFs.

I’m providing an update to that last.

Ginsu Knife Moment.

Aka There’s more.

The message also addressed a question about the format.

Smaller but packed with useful information.

On That Note.

Don’t just ask.  Receive.

In closing I’ll take the opportunity to share that one of the best ways to experience synchronicities and other Esoteric events is to acknowledge them and thank the Universe for sending them your way.

I also thanked the messenger for her part in providing the answer.

If you spend energy trying to write them off as coincidences you are more or less snubbing a gift.

Not a way to Win and Influence Universal Friends.

You can’t want something then look down your nose at the process and expect it to be a winning combination.

For more on life’s synchronistic gifts I suggest Robert Moss’ The Three Only Things: Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination.

Have a wonderful synchronicity filled weekend!

I will be releasing the EMF follow-on work by or before the end of July 2022.

Stay tuned.

Post Note: I’m releasing it in a 2 Volume Set.

I finished the 1st draft of Volume 1 ten minutes ago!

I’m celebrating with a bit of Billy Squier.

Don’t Say No!

THE JOYS OF BEING DETERMINED

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so stubborn.

I’ve been sitting here for over an hour trying to make the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity project work.

In some form or other.

I understand the project as it was is unworkable.

The complexity of the topic made it a giant octopus with tentacles so tangled it was choking the life out of it.

I can’t let it go.

I believe the information too important.

Interesting but more importantly, it has the potential to help those dealing with sensitivity to one or more of the 4 Pillars

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic
  • Esoteric

Information isn’t the problem so much as how to present it.  

The topic is too broad, with too many moving parts.

Moving parts that can and do combine and/or interact with repercussions for those who are sensitive.

As I write in Amplfying the Waves: The Role of Electromagnetic Pollution in EMF Sensitivity, as per the laws of physics – and math – there is a particularly troublesome aspect of the condition:

The Cumulative Effect.

Various EM frequencies can combine, amplifying their strength.

They can also cancel each other out.

The Four Pillars of EMF Sensitivity definitely interact, exacerbating an already complex situation.

At times making symptoms that much worse.

It means great care must be taken when mapping out a strategy to deal with the condition.

A solution that addresses one type of EM frequency may actually worsen sensitivity to another.

The Challenge of Knowledge Transfer.

So much of knowing what to do is based on personal experience.

Simply providing the tools has merit but without context may not be effective.  On the other hand, trying to provide context for over two decades worth of research is unrealistic.

Until I can find a way to split the middle I’m stuck in neutral.

But I’m not giving up.

I will find a way to make this work!

Stay tuned.

IMAGES, WRITING, AND MANIFESTING LIFE

The decision to cancel the Pillars project was not an easy one.  As I wrote, I spent the previous 7 + years trying to make the pieces fit, couldn’t.  Or rather, I could but it would cheat readers  and myself because trying to force fit a subject as broad as the 4 separate types of EMFs that affect human health and well-being is was going to require sacrificing somewhere.  

The years beginning after moving to the SF Bay Area and becoming ill have provided me with incredible knowledge and experience on the misunderstood and often dramatized condition known as EMF Sensitivity.

The WHO calls it Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity or EHS which suggests a base understanding that all of us are impacted by EMFs with some being more sensitive than others.

The books I’ve written give broad and often in-depth overviews of the various EMFs and I stand by my work.  Thanks to my efforts I have freed myself from sensitivity to technology EMFs and eliminated negative symptoms from my awareness of the other types.

Geologic, Atmospheric, and Esoteric.

That doesn’t mean there isn’t a middle ground and in the weeks to come I will attempt to find it if for no other reason than to provide information that will be helpful – and perhaps fun.

Ghost hunting anyone?

In the meantime I have a number of other projects I’m working on.

As always.

On to the Subject Line.

This morning a headline caught my attention. The images of Valparaiso, Chile were beyond startling not because of the drying up of a lake – I’ve seen a number of those images in recent months – but because of the dramatic difference of the area around it, including a photo of the Andes Mountains.  Why?

Valparaiso, Chile is the non-US location for numerous scenes in my Hangover Series. 

 In preparation for the story locale I did a lot of research, interviewing people familiar with the area and local customs as well as those with knowledge of flight rules for private pilots wanting to fly from Silicon Valley to Central and South America.  I also let my fingers do the walking across the keyboard.

Internet photos showed an area lush and green with vineyards and a university nearby and beautiful snow-capped mountains in the distance.  To see the place now compared to how it looked ten years ago?  I was speechless.

What the hell happened?

It was sobering to think of the short amount of time in which the dramatic and devastating transformation took place.

The sites I was familiar with in the US – China Lake and the Salton Sea in particular – were not as dramatic though some of the more recent photos of dam created reservoirs are troubling for sure.

Having spent months and then years immersed in the non-US location of the books in the series probably made me more emotionally attached than I might have otherwise been.  I know one thing.  The saying a picture is worth a thousand words?  I couldn’t agree more.

A Picture You Say?

Ironically, a different set of photos from long ago brought a different emotional response.  

Imagery and Manifestation.

Back in 2000 I took the Silva BLS course where I learned something called The Long Relax.  As part of this meditation students are asked to visualize their Ideal Place of Relaxation.  

This location can be real or imagined and can contain whatever elements you wish.  

For my place I chose a number of different images, some real and some imagined, then kluged them together to form a location that included a bit of adventure.

To get to my location I had to cross a stream wide enough to require I be ferried in a way I imagined similar to the Mists of Avalon travel to the isle – then a walk to an area that had a sunken amphitheatre – acient Greek style – and depending on the route through the tropical forest surrounding the area you may find yourself at a castle or if you went a different way a plantation house on the Pacific ocean.  

This house had a large veranda. 

Depending on my mood I might spend time in that house gazing out at the horizon or I may walk on to this area of trees overhanging the beach. 

If I wanted to go to the castle I rode a horse through the part of the forest immediately next to the amphithatre which was sunken into the ground and had an orb in it. Seating was carved from the natural rock.

Lots of images and paths to choose from.

For years I used this diverse location as my Ideal Place of Relaxation.  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to find a real place that not only held all those elements but had them all in one location.

Kauai.

Back in 2004 Aaron and I were fortunate enough to go to Kauai where I found not only my Ideal Place of Relaxation but a manifestation of a childhood wish!

The Wish.

When I was a kid my family went to see King Kong at the drive-in.

The one with Fay Wray.

I remember watching the scene with the waterfalls and thinking how awesome it would be to swim in such a beautiful place.  Tucking the thought away I went on with my life.

I was six at the time.

Checking the Fodor’s Guide to plan our day’s activities I came upon an entry about a place where tourists could view waterfalls that were the location for the filming of King Kong.

We rapelled to the edge of the water into which the falls were pouring and I got my childhood wish.

It was colder than I would have thought which made me spare a bit of empathy for what Fay must have gone through in the filming of that scene.

The Scene to Relax.

On another day we set out to do a bit of exploring.  Parking the car we proceeded to hike toward the shore.  We were almost to the ocean when I caught site of a tree overhanging part of the beach.

OMG It’s My Tree!

I excitedly told Aaron about the tree being a central fixture in my Ideal Scene of Relaxation.

It was a place I would sit and think while staring out at the horizon.

I took several photos and we continued on our journey walking along the water.

OMG It’s My House!

We hadn’t gone too far when we came upon a house on the water – complete with a large veranda.

It was not plantation style but otherwise fit the image I’d created in my mind’s eye.

Amused we continued on.

OMG…

I think you can see where this is going.

We passed over a stream that was narrow enough a toddler could cross it without a boat but it was in the exact location I imagined in my Place of Relaxation.

By this point I was starting to feel a little unnerved.

No Way!

If you can believe we came upon a sunken area carved out of rock and not far from it a large boulder spherical in shape.

We were snapping photos left and right as we continued on and I shared more details of the locale I’d created in my mind.

Including riding a horse to the castle if I wished.

As we were leaving the area we decided to hike through the woods instead of backtracking.  You can imagine my reaction to seeing riders on horseback coming out of the forest next to that amphitheatre.

Just like my vision.

Ginsu Knife Moment.

Aka There’s more.

I was so shaken by seeing everything from my vision – regardless of the fact the locations were not exact relative to each other – I didn’t visit the Place of Ideal Relaxation for years.

Ironically I went through a period of manifestation efforts that failed during that same timeframe.

Finally, around 2009 I began trying Silva again.

As I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, I got the exact opposite of everything I tried to manifest.

I now know it’s because of the EMF Sensitivity.

In 2010 I wrote to a senior individual at the Silva Method and asked what he thought might have happened.  As if part of a nightmare he responded with a scathing accusation that I was obviously trying to cheat the universe and cheat God in asking for what I was asking for.

A quick sale of our house in a down market?  That’s cheating the universe and cheating God?

At the time I was devastated but decided that like recent attempts at using Silva to manifest solutions, my message was somehow lost in the universe somewhere.

Or at the very least having a Mercury Retrograde moment.

Aaron did what he could to console me suggesting that given the down housing market perhaps I’d struck a nerve with the guy.

I returned to my Ideal Place of Relaxation which was completely new and recreated.

Another nature scene this had mountains on the left side of the path through the woods and a fork to the right that led to a steep path down to a rushing river.

One I knew would be very cold.

Wanting to get a feel for our new Colorado home base, we set out to visit a park.

Not Estes Park.

After a nice picnic we hiked out a trail that went along the Flatirons.

The mountains were to the left as we hiked.

You can see where this is going too I bet.

We came upon a fork where a branch of the trail led to a cliff.  Down below?  A rushing body of water.

A cold river.

Badly shaken – this was the second time elements I’d pulled together in my mind from random areas or sources in a very specific way had come together in a real place.  Only this time – which is why I was so shaken – everything was exactly where it had been in my vision.

Exactly.

In the years since I’ve manifested my Ideal Place of Relaxation a number of times.  

Never intentionally.

Enough that I now take great pains when crafting an image.  

Life can be thrown into chaos as it seeks to fulfill your apparent desire.

Images are Powerful.

They also travel faster.

I have written about an equation I was asked to solve.

Details are in Lessons From the Edge: An Author’s Guide to Metatron’s Army.

Though I will be sharing details in whatever publication I end up pulling from the rubble pile, I can at least share this much now.

Direct from the equation which was a communications translation key.

When talking to the universe, images travel faster than words.

There’s more to the equation but what’s important is keeping an image in your mind is a good way to have it manfest.

Visualization Works.

For more on protecting manifestation efforts from EMFs readers may want to check out The Intention Experiments by Lynne McTaggart.

I will have information too in some upcoming publication though I did give a big piece of the puzzle in a recent blog.

Stay tuned.

CANCEL THAT

After 7 + years of trying to make the pieces fit I have decided to decommission the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity project.

If and when I get information I believe informative and relevant to the subject I will update.  

I offer the following for those seeking information about

GATE: The 4 Pillars of EMF Sensitivity

Geologic EMFs: 

I detail my relationship with geologic EMFs in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity.  As I write in Calcium: The Old Man Mineral and Its Role in EMF Sensitivity, once I relocated from Southern California to the Pacific Northwest, the ringing I hear prior to an earthquake continued though it switched to the opposite ear.

Though I can sense geologic fault lines, thanks to the work I have done, which is detailed in my books, I am no longer sickened by them.

Atmospheric EMFs

As I write in Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Calcium Toxicity, after 35+ years of suffering migraines caused by a drop in atmospheric pressure, I stumbled on a remedy.

These migraines often landed me in the ER and were so severe I missed work. In spite of a thorough workup by specialists, no cause was ever determined and nothing – not even narcotic pain medication – could ease the horrific throbbing.

I’ve tested the remedy for over a year in different regions of the country and in multiple seasons.

To this day I am migraine free.

Consistent with my approach of using natural methods for healing – with an emphasis on nutritional – the remedy is a combination of a vitamin and a homeopathic.

Details in the book.

Technologic EMFs

Thanks to years of research and hard work I am free from debilitating symptoms suffered when around technological EMFs.  I kept meticulous records so I could share what I’ve observed, experienced, and learned with others.  

It took 25 grueling months of the protocol that helped me detoxify the heavy metals that led to this condition.

All publications under The World of EMF are packed with information that will help people identify whether what they are experiencing is Sensitivity to technology EMFs and what they can do about it.

I provide a number of remedies that ameliorate and/or eliminate symptoms, the cause, and a path to a cure.

Esoteric EMFs

The following books give readers a glimpse into the world of esoteric EMFs

I will provide relevant updates as appropriate.

Stay tuned.

SHORT AND SWEET – AND FUN

Busy but productive day.

It’s amazing how much you can get done when you get your way.

After resolving the challenge of having my vision in a way that isn’t bloat and a nightmare to administrate…

And navigate…

I have the Author’s Note, Introduction, and About the Book for the current project ready to go.

I also have a book cover sketched out.

Once the cover is complete I will put up a landing page complete with the above sections available to readers.

So you get an idea what all the fuss is about.

Happy with the day’s accomplishments I folded laundry before making for my desk only to find the Castle Mascot looking a little down.

Initially thinking he was mad because I didn’t give him his arugula I did so then made for the desk.

How it fell to me when he isn’t my pet is a whole other story…

I think it was a conspiracy by certain members of the household who seem to think I needed a hobby.**

When that didn’t work I decided to try an oldie and potentially goodie.

Music!

And not just any music – Gyro’s fav’s!

80s and New Wave/Synth.

Go figure.

I sat down and quickly pulled together music from compilations and other sources I knew.

From high school!

Bette Davis Eyes kicked off the list.

No, not male which are his favorites, but a husky voice and plenty of synth.

He immediately turned to the sound of the music.

While I have a preference for heavy metal 

AC/DC, Krokus, Judas Priest, Alice Cooper, et al

I do like plenty of 80s/New Wave

Men at Work, Rockwell, Big Country, Eurythmics, et al

I tolerate Spandeau Ballet – his absolute fav based on his behavior – but otherwise like most of what he likes.

Including the currently playing Eddie Grant’s Electric Avenue.

He LOVES this one!

I just realized as I was typing – I need to add the Cars.

He dances to them.

My life…

With any luck I’ll have the landing page for the upcoming project available within a day or two.

Stay tuned!

** I have a hobby.  It’s called reading.

Note: By the time Rockwell’s Somebody’s Watching Me was finishing? He’d turned his entire body toward the source of the music – my iPhone in the kitchen. It is fun – and sweet – to watch his behavior change when this music is on.

Go figure.