MANIFESTING: WOULDN’T IT BE COOL?

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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

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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.

IMAGES, WRITING, AND MANIFESTING LIFE

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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. 

UPDATE: After rescoping I was able to complete the Pillars project.

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.

LET WALKING DO THE IMAGINATION

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I’m thoroughly enjoying the Metatron’s Army reboot project.  It not only gives me insight into how my writing style has evolved, it gives me a chance to check whether the plans I have for future books in this series make sense.

I’m happy to say they do!

I’ll admit it was frustrating to discover errors I’d corrected previously had somehow wound up in the versions that were published.  

I even lost an entire section I’d added.

I’m still in the process of investigating how the sync’ing error happened.

Rereading has provided insight into my creative process, albeit primarily with respect to this series.  Many scenes bring back memories of where I was and what I was doing while coming up with them.  

Good memories.

Several have one thing in common:  I was walking while creating.

A number of the scenes were created while I was on a treadmill, going as far back as 1998 living in Michigan. Others were done while I walked outside.

Especially at the Cranbrook Institute which inspired more than one scene in the MA series.

As I thought over the various places I’ve lived and walked I realized that a number of my non-Metatron’s Army projects came about while I was walking.

After moving to the west, most of that walking was done outdoors.

  • The Kerry’s Game/Psi Adventure Series was conceived while I was living downtown San Francisco

Though much of the secondary location – AZ – was inspired from when I lived in Scottsdale and would drive to Tucson for research and pleasure.

  • Soothsayer was conceived while I walked in triple digit temps during a Scottsdale summer.

Though I published Port in a Storm first, that book was conceived years later,  while people watching at KEXP in Seattle.

  • Mirror was conceived on a walk along the Embarcadero in San Diego.

Though the idea for the Ghost Games series – of which Mirror was originally the first – was planted as I was walking down the stairwell of the building I was living in Downtown San Diego.

It’s been a long time since I’ve used walking as a way to stimulate creativity.

I’d swapped to playing Free Cell as it put me in a meditative state ideal for incubating projects.  Having uninstalled it several weeks ago, however, I see the need to reconsider walking.

It isn’t as critical to this current reboot project but it will certainly help as I move forward with the next.

Especially as I’ve resolved the question of Prologue V. Chapter One!

But first things first, an enjoyable memory walk through the process of creating.

Have a great weekend!

BRINGING LIFE TO THE WRITER

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Note:  This post is lengthy.

Listening to UltraVox’s A Friend I Call Desire and working on a fiction project.

Also working on Project Happy.

Andddd….

Making my way through that basket.  

I have work to do!  I need to get some of the crap in there out.

Thanks to a series of events, one leading to the next, I had a very helpful flash of insight.

While listening to the playlist I created for the nonfiction project and staring, more or less unfocused, at a very cool image in my workspace.

I wrote previously that I no longer have Free Cell at my disposal – the MacOS doesn’t like it.

Or would that be the universe telling me to ditch it because it’s a crutch I no longer need?

Tired of having my system lock up because of it I just deinstalled the game.

That it locked up while I was working on my manuscripts?  A message I think.

I tried other Free Cell games from the app store but they all resulted in the system locking up.

Always while I was in MS Word working on a book.

I have not had one problem since de-installing the game.

Message received.

The insight was accompanied by a wonderful feeling; a feeling that immediately mapped to an image, from when I was with my dad in So Cal.

Both when I was a teen after my parents divorced (Downey, CA) and then later (Norwalk, CA) when I visited while waiting for my Sunnyvale Apartment to be ready to move into.

What each of those times have in common, along with a third non-California image, are that I was incredibly prolific in fiction.

I kicked out books in weeks while staying with him.  That second time?  I finished a book I’d been working on for years but had set aside – in a week.

Obviously, there’s something about the place.

That was the point.

Something I will be writing about in the upcoming nonfiction project.

Hint:  It has to do with geologic EMFs.

There’s a point to this.

Understanding I was being given important information I focused on that wonderful feeling.

Specifically, why had it been so long since I’ve felt it?

Fortunately, in remembering it I was able to feel it again.  

It means I’m capable still.  The potential hasn’t been ripped out – by life.

Deep diving into what happened between then and now I came to see that certain events – and the individuals behind them – put a serious dent in my dreams.

These events happened in my early 20s; some during the Corporate Black Hole era.

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

There’s a scene in Metatron’s Legacy, one character talking with another:

“And the Iconoclast took advantage of that fear, crushed your hope by playing into it.  He crushed your dreams by exploiting your fear.  That’s what evil does, exploits your dreams, turns them against you, convinces you they can never come to be even as they lie and tell you they will help you make them happen.”

I was able to write this scene because I’m all too familiar with the elements in it, having been on the receiving end of it both in and out of the Corporate Black Hole.

I had more dreams than just being a successful fiction writer.

This issue was sitting in the basket, not too far from the bottom.  It’s an item I didn’t realize was taking up so much space though I was aware of it.

I  knew someday I’d have to address it.

Knowing the what isn’t the same as knowing how.

Though I have a couple of ideas.  More music?  Definitely.

Not Alone.

It helps that I don’t have to pull this off on my own.

The universe obviously wanted me to deal with the crap in the basket that isn’t mine. 

A number of random recent emails and/or texts have been tools to deal with the situation.

It isn’t just friends.

Readers have been in my corner as well, something I am truly grateful for.

Patience and understanding with all those web changes?  Switchbacks as I make my way forward?

Ironic – as I’m writing this? The lyrics “…but I’ll never betray your trust…” from Angel Mine by the Cowboy Junkies are coming over the headphones.  It is trust between writer and reader.

Something I’ve worked not to betray.

To give you an idea how eclectic this particular list is, I’m now listening to Army of Me by Bjork.

I also have Cracker, Blue Oyster Cult, Breaking Benjamin, Gary Numan, and Ultravox on this particular list.

This item is one of the slimier icky things in the basket.

With roots that spiderwebbed their way into other items also in the basket.

It’ll take a bit of finesse to deal with it.

The Plan.

A big part of the resolution is simply emptying the basket of what isn’t mine.  For the most part this consists of labels, judgments, and/or other items that do not properly reflect reality.

Deepak Chopra does an excellent job articulating this concept when he writes about how so many labels are put on us like so many coats on a rack. 

It directly ties into the challenge of how I organize my writing, both with genre and on the website.

How do I do justice to all the facets of me as a writer?

Where did this come from?

Well…

It was in the basket.

Why now?

Several months ago I made a Feng Shui tweak that set this all in motion.

And my head’s been spinning ever since.

And now?

The plan is to keep going forward.  I have a lot of projects in various states of completion.  My objective?  Get them completed!

Where do I put this?

That’s the question, isn’t it?

Still.

I have a couple of ideas I’m tossing around.  In order to give them context I need to reprint a nonfiction book I’d pulled.

Because I couldn’t figure out where to put it in the catalogue!

It’s a book on surviving child abuse.

I remember, all too well, the giant silence after I released it in 2013.

The Silent Ones.

I was so unnerved by the cosmic silence that Aaron made a point to use science to help out.

He explained that it was simply a case of action/reaction.  I’d sent energy into the universe.  It took time for the reaction.

He also explained that though people may not comment, it didn’t mean they had a negative reaction.

He called them the Silent Ones.

It helped me get through those early weeks when there was nothing but silence, though a few people did reach out in support, including one guy who said, “You let them off easy.”

I told him, “Yeah, well there are a lot of innocents who have nothing to do with this and I don’t want them pulled into it.”

I also didn’t want to feed the ghouls who gorge on this kind of drama.

I still don’t but I have a plan.

What Else?

I’m still working!

I wrote scripts today for videos providing insight into the writing of Dragon Core and Metatron’s Army.  They will be available soon.

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BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: CONTAGIOUS JOY

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Note:  This article is a nod to the couple at the Hella Mega tour whose energy was infectious and inspiring!

After weeks of almost nonstop work I was looking forward to getting a break at the Hella Mega show.  

The weather was perfect, the atmosphere around the stadium mellow yet festive, the bands way cool.

It turns out the show was not only an opportunity to relax, it was a chance to confirm a few facts.

In other words, work.

As I’m in the process of releasing a book that’s part of the World of EMF it makes sense that at least part of my focus was on how I was feeling in a stadium filled with technology.  As I sat listening to Wheezer, looking up at a blue sky, I realized I felt completely 100% normal for the first time in I don’t remember.

The psychological toll EMF Sensitivity can take on a person means that even after physical symptoms are gone there’s a bit of PTSD to deal with.

I looked around at the sheer number of cell phones, the stage setup, thought of all the tech at the food and beverage stands and the fact that being in downtown Seattle, I was exposed to a lot of WiFi including 5G,  And yet I felt totally fine.

Rather than return to my seat after eating I decided to enjoy the show from a higher perch where I could do some people watching.

One of a writer’s favorite activities.

I took in the energy of the place, the ages of the fans, noting how many cross-generational groups there were and how cool that was in terms of bringing people together for fun.  

Sanity Check.  Though I’d been enjoying myself I kept taking an internal pulse as if I couldn’t believe how good and how normal I felt.  Recognizing this might become a bit too distracting and I’d actually stop enjoying myself if I wasn’t careful I tried to redirect my focus to just enjoying the music.

Health Check.  The sun hadn’t even set when the stadium became filled with thousands of cell phone lights.  Unfortunately, as cool as it was, it was a reminder that there was a time not long ago I couldn’t have been in such an environment without being sick. 

The thought definitely distracted me from the show.

After acknowledging this truth I again confirmed I felt completely fine and tried to redirect my focus to the music.

Fun Check.  Well the universe must have been listening because the next thing I know my focus was on the most enthusiastic couple I have seen in decades.  

Not since the H. O. R. D. E. Festival at Pine Knob.

Standing not far from me they  held hands while they danced, periodically looking at each other with smiles that rivaled the cell phones in lighting up the space.  

The joy just spilled out of them.

Reality Check.  A most interesting thing happened.  Like with the cell phone lights, seeing their energy and enthusiasm, their pure joy at being alive and being together – connected to the joy of thousands of others – I again became aware of how normal I felt only this time instead of bringing my focus back to EMF Sensitivity it took me to  that same joy.

The joy of being connected to thousands gathered for fun, the joy of being connected to happiness.

With that energy going through me I saw the musicians in a new light, taking in not only the energy with which they moved around the stage but the happiness they radiated.

They were very happy to be there.

I then noted the happiness of the stadium guy standing at the top of the aisle where my seat was, of the woman who poured a cabernet for me, of the couples sitting at the tables throughout the Club Level where I was standing.

The couple continued dancing, smiling, sharing their joy with any and all who might be close enough to see them.

Trust me, it was contagious.  I saw lots and lots of smiles after people caught sight of them.

In addition to feeling the happiness I was treated to another bonus being near them, inspiration. 

A creative’s best friend.

Not one to miss an opportunity to write I pulled out my phone and typed notes that will find their way into an upcoming Port Gallatan story.  Just like the World of EMF and the Hella Mega experience, it will be a story with a happy ending.

Stay tuned.

As a result of new information gained by going to the concert I will be adding content to the upcoming book Ignoring the Rules: An Intriguing Approach to Resolving Calcium Toxicity. This will push the release date.

BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: SOURCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It came at a cost.

Burnout.

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

Career burnout wasn’t my burnout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masks, social distancing, and good health habits.

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

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

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

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

There was no writer’s block.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This isn’t always a good thing.

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

Don’t forget the basics!

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

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

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

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

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

BRINGING A STORY TO LIFE: IN THE MOOD

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Timing isn’t always everything.  

I’ve spent the past week doing some serious multi-tasking and as things seemed to have settled down a bit I set my energies to finishing a scene I’d set aside because it isn’t the type of scene I wanted to work on while distracted.

An intimacy scene.

So much for best laid plans.  I’d no sooner gotten started when I got a text from the dentist with links to forms that needed filling out.  

I can honestly say the dentist doesn’t bring to mind the energies of romance or intimacy.

Finished with that I took a break to get a snack which reminded me I needed to come up with an idea for dinner.  Finished with that I set back to work on the scene when I got another text asking me to review a web change.

Not happy with the image I explained what needed to change then went back to the scene.  Andddd… another text regarding a separate dental form.

Back to the scene and – another text with the updated web image.  That one needed a slight tweak so I spent some time on that.  Happy with how it turned out I sat down to work on the scene only to find I’d lost the romance energy thread.  

Like seriously?

Amused I decided I would give readers a glimpse of how it might go for a writer in a typical day.

It is an entertaining consideration – all these interruptions – but the post does serve another purpose.  In putting it down on paper, the distraction – the idea of it – is no longer in my mind.

NOW I can go back to the scene!

The Day Before, a Dragon Core story is on track for an Autumn 2021 release.

Stay tuned!