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.

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.