VOLUME 1 TO BETA READER!

Listening to Nigel Stanford’s Dead Pixels in the Sky and breathing a sigh of relief that I finished the summary for Volume 1 of Under Siege: Tools and Strategies for Dealing with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity.

Drum Roll Please

This finished the draft.

I turned it over to the beta reader!

I anticipate the handbook which detals with Sensitivity to Geologic Atmospheric and Technologic EMFs to be available for purchase no later than the end of July 2022.  

Finished pawing through the basket – decided the stars weren’t going to line up in that specific way again so I’m free to go forward.

The days ahead will reveal changes to the websites.

Nothing drastic – just building on what’s in place.

I’ll provide updates including when to expect Volume 2 which details Esoteric EMFs in the coming days.

More to come!

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.

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.

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.

UP DOWN SIDEWAYS FORWARD

Note: Longer post.

With regards to the nonfiction project the past 48 hours have been interesting.

A bit of up and down.

A Vision

I’ve had a vision regarding the format for the project for several months.  Excited at a number of new tools available with WordPress I began laying out the foundation for the content.  Unfortunately, as slick as the possibilities are, the initial format was too cumbersome.

For readers and for me.

Rescope

I rescoped the project and went back to the drawing board.

I also attended several webinars and had multiple discussions with the project team on what was possible.

In terms of management it was still too cumbersome.

And irritating in some aspects because of it.

Getting Out of My Head

I’ve been working from home since 1994 when the tech company I was working for waded into that model.

So they could sell some real estate in order to save money and “return share-holder value.” Ahem.

After leaving The Titanic I went to another tech company and helped guide them through the joys of working from home.

Barking dogs, flushing toilets, swearing people in close proximity to phone, spouses and kids that didn’t realize working from home = WORKING…

The Big Empty

Though the silence of leaving corporate to pursue writing full-time was incredibly difficult to get used to, I found ways around it.

Usually going to a park or a pub or even a hotel lobby to work.

Then the pandemic hit.

Fortunately, we’re at a point where I again have options available.

More than a park which is beautiful but at the end of the day is just more quiet.

Determined to find a way forward that would not compromise my vision for this project I went out to a sports pub.

I am rarely the only one working there.

Surrounded by screens showing various sports on various versions of ESPN I immediately began writing creative thoughts that truly seemed to spring up out of nowhere.

It isn’t nowhere – it’s the environment.  Sports TV is a wonderful way to get away from doom and gloom news that would kill creativity.

Within ten minutes I had what I thought was a solution to the challenge.

The vision but reimagined in a way that was less bloat.

 Getting the information into a presentable format I consulted with part of the team – discovered it was pretty solid – and went home a happy camper.

New Day New Start

I woke up early yesterday, the beginnings of an Introduction in my head.

And very excited because I knew this new format was going to work exactly as I needed it to!

The Challenge

It was more than the tools that were at issue.

I’m in a position where if I don’t see some functionality I need I can write it/have it written.

It was an issue within an issue.

Format within the format.

Video V Written

I knew simply publishing another Riding the Waves type book was not appropriate.  Still, some of the information needed to be put into written format.

It just made sense.

At the same time I had a number of real-life experiences I could talk about on video to give context to the information being shared.  Unfortunately, it became clear after shooting several of the videos they were too free-form.

They lacked the structure written format offers.

The new format I came up with beautifully marries the two.

But…

That Pesky Basket

On the heels of the triumph came the need to address another format within the format issue.

The Cesspit.

It is appropriate that I include the stories I’ve [already] shared along with videos I’ve filmed that round them out.

There IS an esoteric EMF component to them.

Wow – I just realized there’s an Atmospheric EMF component to that area too!  As soon as I finish this I’m going to sketch out that video to make sure I capture it!  

Wow!  

Cool!

Knowing the Cesspit belonged wasn’t the problem.  

Like I said – it ties into various EMF pieces.

It was the reason it was there.

Survivor of child abuse – the Cesspit content necessitated a review of that basket – seeing how much of the contents weren’t my burdens to carry.

That takes energy.

It wasn’t the memories so much as making sure the information – how it is presented – is done in harmony with the rest of the material.

That takes energy.

By the time I was ready to start that Introduction, the day had waned and I was on to something else.

There’s Always Tomorrow

Not

Thanks to atmospheric changes I woke less than inspired to get to the project.

Alas, not even espresso could do it.

Determined to circle back to that inspiration I considered what might help get me back on track.

Reading the headlines definitely didn’t help.

About an hour ago I got a nudge to open a book Keep Calm and Ask On.  By the second page I was back on my feet.

Nothing like being reminded of the importance of centering yourself amidst chaos to get you centering yourself!

After a quick lunch I am ready to get to it.

I really am excited about the project.  I’m also overwhelmed.

Psi Avalanche!

It’s why I love fiction so much.  It gives me a break from a life filled with the Pillars of EMF Sensitivity

Geologic

Atmospheric

Technologic**

Esoteric

** I am no longer harmed by tech EMFs but the Crew and the Wizards have demonstrated an interesting relationship between esoteric and technologic EMFs.

Ghost in the Machine?

The Lighter Side

Video introducing the castle mascot will be available shortly.

Stay tuned!

THE EXCITEMENT AND UNCERTAINTY OF PSI

Nothing like a Psi event to kick your brain into high gear!

I never take Psi for granted.

For me it’s a rush. 

Even the small Psi events bring a smile.

 I really get excited.

This am I woke at 5:15.

Too early.

Deciding I wanted more sleep I programmed myself to go back to bed, the intent to have a dream that would give me insight into a writing concern.

I use my own version of programming but I use Robert Moss’ technique of asking for insight via dreams.  I’ve had really great luck with it.

Waking up after a couple of hours – long enough to have a dream that did provide that insight – I headed to the new location and considered what I would work on.

While having espresso and wondering if I should listen to some rock music to help me wake up.

I wasn’t planning on putting a new blog entry together.

Too early for my writing brain.

Apparently, life had other ideas.

Enter the Messenger

I got a text from someone mentioning they were in the process of giving themselves a pep talk.  I explained I’d done the same recently then added:  Remember the song from the 60s – Aretha maybe?  “…mama told me there’d be days like this…”

Enter the Ghost

Immediately after sending the text a ghost appeared to my right and said “Shirelles.”

He’s a more recent addition to the Wizards.

I looked it up – confirmed – then sent the correction – explaining to the recipient who knows me well – knows I’m Psi – that it was a ghost that corrected me.

I was so excited!

I hadn’t seen this ghost in months!

He used to sit quietly next to me on the sofa while I worked.

He disappeared pretty much after I moved my desk to that other part of the house.

In point of fact all the ghosts who’d been around disappeared within days of my relocating.

Location Location Location!

Though I felt Psi energy returning after moving my desk to this new location I hadn’t seen any of the ghosts near my work area until this morning.

Thus, the excitement!

Now Why Again?

Excitement aside, I’ve gone through a bit of confusion if not grief over their presence in my life.

Confusion

  • Why me?
  • Why them?

Grief

There have been times I thought I was losing it.

Psi Avalanche can be overwhelming.

While I’m happy to have more evidence relocating my desk was the right thing it’s the EMF Validation that has me excited.

Not only is it confirming a few things it’s providing meat for the upcoming videos.

Some of the videos will be free of charge.  Others will have a fee.

All will contain information meant to entertain and educate.

Stay tuned

Note: While all this put a happy spin on the start to my day I’m still not sure what I’ll work on.

I have a feeling the ghost will put in a suggestion.

THE LIMITS AND LAUGHS OF PSI

Still getting used to the energetic adjustments my body is going through as a result of having relocated my desk.  I’m also taking advantage of it for EMF testing.

I chose a specific lunch to compare how I felt here versus there.

I’ve mentioned before I’m not someone who sees a sign in every shooting star.  I do, however, take note when something out of the ordnary leads to a beneficial outcome.

Out of the Ordinary

Though it may not appear so from the outside, no two days in my life are the same.

Never have been.  I thrive in uncertainty because I never had anything else.  In spite of this, however, I work very hard to maintain harmony and peace – since I rarely had it before taking control of my life.

This makes it easier to note when something is out of the ordinary.  To put it in perspective, I’ll give examples of each.

Ordinary

The other night while poking through what is known as the Vatican Giggles I came across an article I thought relevant, one I felt would be included in a blog.

By now readers know I’m not a fan of the Catholic Church, Catholic School, or nuns – for good reason.

I saved the link to the article with a mental note to circle back around to it at some point.

This is ordinary in that I often do this with bits of information and articles.  What makes it very ordinary is that I don’t always end up using the stuff in a blog.

Out of the Ordinary

I was rereading Adrift and relaxing even as I noted physical and Psi changes resulting from moving the desk.  I got the urge to look at a specific online news site.

It isn’t that I never look at this site, it’s that as I was eating a loaded potato skin – part of the lunch experiment – and reading the story – I got the urge to look at the site at that moment.

After reading the article that caught my psi attention then forwarding it to Aaron with a pithy comment I came to understand the significance.

Dragon Core

Like Perspective, Timing is Everything

But what about that perspective?  

Ahh, now it starts to make sense.

The two incidents – the Vatican Giggles and today’s look here – are not only intertwined they’re relevant.

To the project and more.

Giggles and a Smile

The article I saved was about how the Pope recently told some folks he’d prefer to use tequila as the remedy for knee pain.**

Smart man.

Natural making it far superior to pharmaceuticals.

Along with champagne, as I write in Ignoring the Rules:  An Intriguing Approach to Calcium Toxicity, tequila is an excellent health remedy.

Among other things, it can reduce pain associated with arthritis.

Which is more or less a descriptor for symptoms.  As a holistic doctor I look at that whole approach with a jaundiced eye, as did the world prior to the Post World War II pharmaceutical industry surge; a surge that helped at least one beleagured nation pull out of economic devastation. Conflicting interest?  Never.

Amused by the Pontiff’s observations – and yes tequila would definitely help him – I figured I’d use the information.

Someday.

The days ticked by and I turned my attentions to other concerns.

Pssst

Today’s event was a little different in that I felt an urge to look at a specific site at a specific time.

A major news site, the headlines change throughout the day.

The article was another I find amusing not because I take pleasure in other people’s suffering but because it was something I’d known.

As in Psi known.

Years earlier!

I considered the two events – how I’d known this stuff – and understood the connection.

A connection established over a period of days and with a lot of energetic chaos between.

I Told You

Being a prophetic isn’t easy.

Shoot the messenger anyone?

As I’ve written previously, it’s not what you know, it’s what you do with what you know.

  • Who do you tell?
  • Will they believe you?
  • What will you do if they don’t?

As I write in After Here: The Celestial Plane and What Happens When You Die there came a point where I needed to tell Aaron I’m a psychic.

We were at a sports bar in Royal Oak, MI watching the Wings go for their first Stanley Cup in beaucoup years.

I write how he said – more or less – “Cool.”

And how I thought Yeah, that was a bit too quick.  We’ll see how you handle things when this rears its head.

What It Means Initially

I explained to him there would be times I will just know something and he’d have to trust me.

I may not have proof at that moment.

I went on to explain I may demand we take action based on that knowing.

He said “Okay.”

Yeah, uh-huh.

As you can imagine we’ve had a few interesting moments in the ensuing quarter century though I can guess what he’d say if someone asked him about it now.

I believe her and know what she says is the truth.

They say everything’s 20/20 in hindsight.  Nowhere is this truer than with Psi.

I Told You

It’s a bitter phrase as it can bring up pretty nasty images in terms of the female role in a marriage but the truth is – I have told him.

That’s what being a clairvoyant and clairsentient is!  You see or you know what is coming!

It’s easier when it’s something like “Quick – that car is going to pull out in front of us!”

The action happens soon after the prediction.

It’s a bit trickier when the action based on prediction needs to happen months if not years before the event takes place.

I will be writing and talking about this not-so-fun Psi aspect in the days and weeks to come.

The truth is, as disruptive as it has been, thanks to my knowledge we have a lot of doo doo in the rearview mirror.

Key phrase? In the rearview mirror.

We got out before it hit the fan.

There’s a reason for that.

Part of that reason is The Dude though a good part is just my Psi.

How does this tie back to the articles?

Pope on a Rope

A nod to Eddie Murphy and SNL

This one’s almost a no-brainer.  I published the book explaining why tequila is a good health remedy years ago.

Today’s Tidbit

I Told You

Aaron and I both used to work downtown San Francisco.

At 50 Fremont.

The office was a few blocks from the warehouse conversion we called home.

Cement and rebar that was a Faraday Cage – a total blessing for me though I didn’t know it at the time.

We passed the empty plot that now houses the Leaning Tower of Soma.  When I saw the sign stating it was going to be developed for a high-rise? I was apoplectic.

This is Going to Be a Disaster!

Never mind that I’d just done extensive research into Kerry’s Game and knew it was the old Barbary Coast Coastline – I’d learned about it being landfill in college!

My Geology 101 professor expressed in less-than-duclet tones the numerous idiotic decisions Californians had made when it came to real estate

  • Building nuclear plants close to and on geologically active faults
  • Building on landfill that would become the poster child for liquefaction in a shake, rattle, and roll
  • Building on areas that were – in the early 20th century – deemed geologically dangerous to build on

I recently read that someone is suggesting building on land where a previous housing development went sliding downhill. What – they think the bad slope changed its mind about being geologically unstable?

Don’t Need No Stinkin Geologist!

I had my – well – juju!

I was adamant that developing on that part of San Francisco was not only foolish – it was stupid.

This is insane!

Aaron stood next to me in silence as I pointed to the empty plot and listed the numerous reasons it was insane to develop on that property.

The longer he stood quietly the more I thought he missed the significance.

No Surprises

When the doo doo started to fly?  It wasn’t being a Psi that had me thinking “Duh” so much as the initial response.

Finger Pointing!

Having lived in the Bay Area I was used to watching the Soap Opera of The Government Two-Step.

Aka Not my fault!

Was even on the receiving end of it!

Oh, didn’t we tell you the owner of that property you bought wasn’t the most upstanding citizen on the planet?

Conundrum or Inevitability?

I’ve spent decades knowing what was going to happen before it did, knowing the future since I was 5 and no – it isn’t as simple as just guessing the Lotto numbers and life’s a peach.

Though I have won numerous raffles and have a lot of successes because I knew what was going to happen.

Not Everyone Appreciates Knowing

Like I said – shoot the messenger!

Having spent endless hours throughout the decades trying to help people avoid disaster I’ve learned the best thing I can do with the truth?  Act on it.

Not speak about it.  Act on it.

There are times when I will pass along information if I think it will make a difference.

Rare.  Most people don’t want to know.

For the most part I share what I know with Aaron and we take appropriate action.

Which is why there are a number of interesting events in the rearview mirror.

I wish the folks at the Millennium Tower luck. Personally?

I’m with Pyke:  “The [San Francisco Department of Building Inspection] should withdraw the permit and put him/them out of their misery.”

As for the Pope

Telling the world what I already knew?  

I’ll drink to that!

Cheers!

** As I was proof reading this I caught yet another synchronicity. I’m rereading Adrift. Jorge – the Science Officer – is from the tequila region of Mexico!

This plays a significant role in the character and the plot!