The Power of 2 – Or 3

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It started as an experiment. 

A few years ago I went through a pretty big health challenge related to post-Covid burnout.

Landed me in the ER.

Slow Steps

An avid walker I chose to walk a path back to health.  Aided by homeopathy and nutrition I did not accept prescription medication.

Day after day, often multiple times a day I walked with a focus on nothing more than trying to get away from my own overly cluttered mind.  During this time I stumbled on a unique approach to healing.

Texting.

A Friend in Need

As members of my family were also dealing with post-Covid stress I searched for a way to heal that wouldn’t add to their burden.  Walking did about 75% of the work as it allowed me to think about nothing.

Is A Friend Indeed

During these months I began texting with a friend I’d known for decades.

Worked with him in tech, stayed friends long after I’d left the company and moved across the country.

Peas in a Pod

At the time he was facing his own challenges.

My family was empathetic and caring to what he was dealing with and consistently passed on their support and well-wishes.

An Experiment

Walking mile after mile 7 days a week regardless of weather helped me regain my equilibrium. Eager to move forward I searched for a way to redirect my thoughts so I didn’t regress.  The answer – surprisingly – came from the mundane.

“How’s the weather?”

This simplistic small-talk was a way for us to stay in touch and not flood the other with something out of their control.  

Compassion is wonderful but it can lead to burdening the empathic/ sympathetic – something neither of us wanted to do to the other.  

Small talk kept it real.

One morning I sent a text asking if he’d be up for a light-hearted experiment.  

Talk About the Weather

“Wanna see if we can draw energy to synchronize the weather?”

The intent was no different than someone who prays for rain or relief from snow and cold.  

The Key.

Our experiment would never stand up to the scientific method but that wasn’t the point.  It was two people trying to help each other through a rough patch by focusing on something mundane.

Our results were good enough I asked if he’d be willing to take it a step further.

To Help Others

I knew of a number of individuals who needed a bit of help with various aspects of life.  I asked my friend if he’d pool his good vibes/prayer energy with mine to see if our positive energy would have a positive effect.

I use the term prayer loosely as he was not brought up in any denomination though he has a solid sense of caring about others. I felt/feel his positive energy could only help.

Our results were consistently positive and soon we were pinging each other for various causes.  We were very choosy.

Valuing each other’s contribution we never asked unless it was important.  

We never wanted to overwhelm or unduly burden.  

There came a point where I roped in a family member, making our Two-man group into a Three-man group that occasionally focuses energy on a project that will help others.

Though each of us uses a different method, a shared philosophy of believing our pooled energies make a difference, alongside a sincere desire to help, fuels our successes.

Love caring and positive energy joined together can bring miracles.

Be well.

Life Creates Art Creates Life 3 & 4

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For this final installment of Life Creates Art Creates Life I’m going to discuss two amazing coincidental parallels to plot elements in my Metatron’s Army series.

Background

While doing EMF Sensitivity research in Asia I came across a number of physical similarities to plot elements in a fiction story I began working on in high school.

 The Lounge

I had a routine wherein I would spend time in the hotel lobby working on EMF Sensitivity revelations.

On a particular day I looked up and was startled by what to most people would seem an ordinary if stylish table lamp.  

It stood out because the square base put me in the mind of a lamp the heroine is fascinated by while sitting in a study lounge.  

What alternately intrigues and disgusts her is for all the time she’s spent in the technologically advanced universe she has no idea how it remains lit given there is no electrical cord or anything else to suggest how it works.  An explanation is provided in Book 3 of the series.

From Positional Play

Alexander left, returning with a table lamp that resembled the one in the study lounge.  Just like the other, this lamp had no plug.

 “It runs on a rechargeable energy circuit.”  He lifted it up to show the bottom.  “It charges by setting it on the recharging surface.”

Though the table lamp in the hotel lobby was different in design I always visualized the recharging surface to be square.

And finally…

A Hero’s Real-Life Counterpart

I was fortunate to meet a couple who became friends of ours.  Over the course of our friendship I learned that like Shane Turner – a main character in the series – the husband protected his high-school friend (now wife) from a bad home situation by opening the window when she showed up frightened, not knowing where else to turn.

Christine does this with Shane, running across town at night and tossing rocks at his second story window to wake him up.  He lets her in and keeps her safe, trying to comfort her while she shakes.

On a side note:  The Turner house in Berkley, MI is based on a house around the block from a childhood friend of mine.

It’s been a bit surreal to see all these parallels to my fiction but for someone passionate about manifesting through visualization?  It’s also gratifying.

Life Creates Art Creates Life – 2

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Life Creates Art

I’ve written about life events that inspired the Metatron’s Army series.

A series I worked on for decades.

Art Creates Life

I mentioned how an opportunity to do EMF Sensitivity research in a different part of the Ring of Fire led to observing the first of a number of startling similarities to scenes from various books in the series.

The first was the most startling and primed me for what came after.  Specifically?  Finding an uncanny similarity between my location and the city near the Dynamic Academy that plays a central role in the story.

From Bishop Pair

Having just arrived at the Academy that morning she had yet to get a lay of the land.  As she understood it, the campus was surrounded by Touring, a large city that was a cross between Manhattan and Star Wars’ Cloud City.

What’s in a Name?

I named the city for Alan Turing, a brilliant man who accomplished incredible breakthroughs.

There are additional similarities I’ll be covering in future posts.

Life Creates Art Creates Life – 1

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Life Creates Art

The summer before my sophomore year in high school I began writing what would become Metatron’s Army.  It was a way for me to sort through images and impressions from an NDE experienced at the age of 10 after I fell off a diving board and suffered a subdural hematoma.

I died three times in three days.  The first was in the ER where I floated over my body and looked down on my dad talking to the doctor.  

Some years later when I could bring myself to talk about it I told my dad what I saw and heard.  With tears in his eyes he validated my memory.

The second was a short time later when they were performing emergency brain surgery.  

This is when I had the NDE.

The third was cardiac arrest on the third day.  

I do not remember that one.

Decades were spent on plot, world building, and character development.

It became a living movie inside of me.

Art Creates Life

I was fortunate to have an opportunity to do EMF Sensitivity research in a different part of the Ring of Fire.  

One morning while at breakfast I looked up to see a scene from one of the books in my MA series directly in front of me.

I was shocked.

Scene From Book 3 Positional Play

Like I was at the time, two main characters are sharing a meal.

They wound their way along paths twisting through the forest.  “How is it warm in here?”

“The temperature is regulated in the normal fashion.”

“You mean these trees are growing inside?”

“The retractable ceilings are made of clear material you would liken to reinforced glass.  It allows light in but keeps the elements out.”

“I thought I saw wildlife in some of the trees.”

“You did.”

“So, it’s like a giant zoo and we’re part of the exhibit?”

“Freedom is not determined by the presence or absence of walls, Princess.”

Coincidence?

It was the first of a series of images that mirror scenes in the series.

EMF Sensitivity – The Migraine

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Excited to continue EMF Sensitivity research in Asia.  This segment introduced an unexpected experience that isn’t the result of exposure to an Atmospheric EM Frequency so much as an atmospheric pressure change.

To provide context Atmospheric is one of the GATE frequencies I’m sensitive to:

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic
  • Esoteric

Specific to Atmospheric EM sensitivity

Starting when I was 13 I experienced horrific migraines beginning 48 hours prior to a thunderstorm.  The pain lasted until the thunderstorm passed, was excruciating and generally necessitated a trip to the ER where I was treated with a narcotic that did nothing to stop the pain but allowed me to sleep.  In general the thunderstorm was out of the area when I woke.  Needless to say this made spring and autumn in Michigan challenging.

Especially when I woke in the middle of the night with pain so severe I wound up in the ER which – because of the treatment – meant I had to wake someone else – usually my mom and/or stepdad to come and get me since I couldn’t drive on that medication.

Over forty years later I discovered a cure and until the night before last have not experienced a migraine since.  

The only time I got a headache was sinus and even that was rare.

And then…

I’m in a part of the world where humidity is intense with pressure changes in hours instead of days. 

Two nights ago I woke at 3am with a migraine the likes of which I hadn’t experienced in years.  The pain was as if someone was repeatedly stabbing a knife into my skull/brain.  I managed to find relief using the Silva headache relief script and while it was gone when I woke a few hours later I was out of sorts from lack of sleep.  

When my head started to pound the next afternoon I knew I needed sinus medication.

It was the intense humidity – like I’d dealt with – unsuccessfully – for years in the Midwest.

The woman at the front desk advised we go to the 7-11 where “regular” medicine was available.

Define Regular

There was nothing “regular” about the medicines including and especially the local answer to Sudafed. 

Tea?  No.  Herbs.

When we got to the room Aaron pulled the contents.  I was expecting capsules not herbs in a little white cheesecloth.

To be honest I was crestfallen.  I was in serious pain and was about to attend a social function.  I envisioned another pain-filled sleepless night ahead of me.

Aaron suggested I could get warm water at the restaurant where the event was being held to steep herbs with scents I immediately recognized.

I’ve used herbs for healing for decades.

When I held up the container and asked the waitress for warm water she explained.  “You do not steep, you sniff.”

She went on to say many people carried this remedy, that you could smell it when they walked by.

The herbs are pungent.

I was ambivalent but given her familiarity with the remedy and how common it was decided the least I could do was give it a go.

Familiar Scents.

The herbs were ones I’d used decades earlier when trying to address the humidity-caused migraines.

  • Fenugreek – good for headache
  • Eucalyptus – good for clearing the sinuses

I took fenugreek in capsules and did steam with eucalyptus oil added. It didn’t work too well.

I set the herbs next to the bed and, closing my eyes, breathed deep.  Within 20 minutes the pain was gone.

It took about four deep inhales spaced a few minutes apart.

What does it smell like?  Vicks inhaler.

All I know is it worked and I got desperately needed sleep.

I look forward to sharing more as I continue to my research.

Be well.

Manifesting 101: Two For One

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As I write in my Bio I’ve had the good fortune to work, live, and travel throughout the world, during which I was exposed to a variety of cultures and met wonderful people from all walks of life and while this had been a desire from early childhood, there came a point where I needed a break.  

My EMF Sensitivity research had us moving every two years.

In addition to numerous moves my research had us criss-crossing the country.

Multiple times.

The upside to all this travel was the ability to fulfill and another childhood wish – visit places I’d read about in schoolbooks.

Especially At Home Around the World, a geography textbook published by National Geographic.

Fascinated by how different environments translated to different housing, social norms and lifestyles I hoped to someday visit some of these locations, including those where the societies who lived there were lost to history.

I was particularly interested in visiting the Pueblos, including Chaco Canyon.

 Work and Tour

From autumn of 93 to summer of 94 I traveled extensively.

Flying out Sunday or Monday returning Friday or Saturday – for months.

I tried to schedule time to do a bit of exploring.

My favorites were New England and Washington DC as there are numerous tourist attractions close to the cities where I was working.

Tour and Work

By the time I figured out what was causing the mysterious and debilitating symptoms that started after I relocated to the San Francisco Bay Area, I was no longer in tech.

Ready for change I went back to school and earned a doctorate in holistic healthcare and later a bachelors in holistic childcare.

My initial EMF Sensitivity research had us driving all over the San Francisco Bay Area which is how I learned I could detect the ultra-low and very low EM Frequencies emitted by geologic fault lines in the hours and days before a quake.

As I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, I was able to predict earthquakes up to 15 miles away knowing the day and time within minutes and knowing the strength within .10 on the richter scale.

I sensed faults USGS was not aware of until and unless there was a quake.

Before long we were driving coast to coast with a focus on the West/Southwest United States in search of EMF Sensitivity answers.

Because I didn’t discover the root cause let alone a cure until 2014 being so ill had us moving every two years.

A Childhood Dream Come True

We spent time in every location visiting historical sites and immersing ourselves in local culture.

Travel Burnout

By the time we relocated to the Pacific Northwest where I was eager for the opportunity to continue the journey of research and healing we were ready for a travel break.

Expanding the Travel Horizon

Eventually I was ready to travel again. I ’d seen much of the United States, Canada, and a bit of Latin America so decided to focus on working and traveling internationally.  

My lifestyle had changed dramatically and I wasn’t looking to relocate with a corporate job so I turned it over to the Universe.

Manifesting 101.

I’ve had excellent luck manifesting by writing my goals so I got out my trusty notebook and pen and went to work.

Books that teach manifesting techniques are listed in the Resource Section of my website.

Faith

Though I was eager to travel and work internationally, even imagined various scenarios, I couldn’t see how it’d be possible without going back to corporate.  

When it comes to international moves, corporate relocation packages are a whole other level of complexity.

I’d tried to relocate to Europe several times throughout my years in tech only to be told that while I qualified, the companies were required to consider candidates in the following order of priority

  • In country
  • On continent
  • Abroad

The desire to travel and work internationally never went away.

Even after I married and had a family we looked for the opportunity.

Let Go

A key part of manifesting is letting go of the outcome as it brings the goal to fruition that much quicker.

Easier said than done.

This has been one of the most challenging aspects for me.

If I take the energy to put pen to paper?  The desire is serious.

Write or Type?

I’ve had as much success typing goals into a Word document as writing them in a spiral bound notebook.

Life Intervenes.

A number of factors including Covid Lockdown rerouted my focus to more important matters and as months turned to years I forgot about the desire to travel and work internationally.

It helps I was able to take advantage of a holiday in Vancouver, British Columbia to test the status of my EMF Sensitivity.

I sensed an underwater volcano geologists were not aware of – according to their press release – until several weeks after I told Aaron during our time there that there was one where it was later confirmed.

I was still going through the process of healing.

I felt symptoms though they weren’t as severe as what I’d been living with in the SF Bay Area.

Wouldn’t It Be Cool?

I’ve written how there have been points in time where I said  Wouldn’t it Be Cool? only to find years later I’m living it.

Shortly after confirming I’m no longer sickened by EMFs even as I remain aware of them I considered it would be cool if I could see how I responded to EM Frequencies, including and especially geologic EM Frequencies in another part of the world.

It was a random fleeting Wouldn’t It Be Cool? thought.

Life Intervenes

As fate would have it I got the opportunity to travel to Asia and while this opportunity fell under the holiday umbrella I couldn’t help marveling at the fact another Wouldn’t It Be Cool? had manifested.

Two actually.

Not only would I be able to research the effects, if any, of EM Frequencies on my person, I fulfilled the goal to travel and work internationally.

I hope readers are inspired by my stories and pursue their dreams and goals.

Be well.

Hutch Cupboard Memories

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There came a time I felt we would benefit from having a hutch cupboard.  At the same time I wasn’t about to do to my family (kids especially) what was done to me.

Spending hours smelling Tarn-X while cleaning silver my parents got as a wedding gift decades before I was born.

The memory of the noxious fumes will follow me to my grave.

Hutch Reboot

As I glance at the much smaller version we found I considered the irony of further downsizing and how it would detract from the point of what the hutch represents.

Generational continuity.

As it happens I spent part of the day spring organizing.  I can’t call it spring cleaning because a big part of it is simply moving items from one area to another because…

Items will be easier to access when needed.

A lot of thought went into this.

We lose power a lot so putting candles in a particular location makes total sense.

Twiddling Thumbs

As often happens after you do a whirlwind change

Done in one fell swoop.

I found myself staring at the mini-hutch

Hey, if you don’t get one as large as your parents had you won’t be able to put as much “stuff” in it.

Um…

I was mentally arranging how I could further “organize” when it occurred to me if I continued along that path I would soon have a hutch empty of all but a few items.  Most of it would be empty.

Defeats the purpose.

My ancestors brought their life belongings across the ocean in a chest of cedar (so moths wouldn’t eat hand-made items).  Every piece down to the tiniest spoon had a place in our heart.

I knew every story as told from mother to daughter for generations…

If I followed through with the “clean and organized” message being pushed in today’s media I would lose every connection to my ancestors.

My Virgo ways have a limit because love matters more than some media writer’s version of what spring cleaning is about.

The Lesson?

Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.

Something my grandmothers said enough I listened and took to heart.

Be well.

Humiliation Gives Way to Strength

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Working on a novel when a memory from my days in tech surfaced.  A peon I was in a coveted internal training class.

I desperately wanted to be taken seriously, wanted to have the tech company I was working for while taking college classes at night invest in me.

By Your Command

Battlestar Galactica reference.

For days our instructor wrote command codes on a white board after which we typed them in and watched the WizyWig results.

What You See Is What You Get.

My Friend Friday

As it happens on the last day of class – before lunch break – our instructor wrote out a rather lengthy command code.  Exhausted and on autopilot I typed it in, hit Enter.

Oh My

Everything went down.  My initial reaction was confusion.  Then – as if the hounds of hell were in the room laughing – the instructor said, “But don’t hit this command unless you need to do an emergency hard shutdown because it will take the whole system down.”

Cheeks aflame – I’m not exaggerating – I stared out the window thinking I just ended my career.

My boss would hear about it and I’d never be sent to training again and without training I couldn’t advance let alone get any credibility leading to a promotion.

Humiliation Personified

I will never forget 

  • The look of confusion on the instructor’s face when the system didn’t respond
  • The sound of my tablemate’s voice when he leaned close and said “I know what you did.”
  • The instructor from another classroom who came running in to ask “Did you lose -?”

Sink or Swim

I had a decision to make.  Own up to what I did or slink away with the rest of the group as we were told the class was abruptly and irreparably ended.

I could feel the eyes of the my tablemate boring a hole in the left side of my head.

Did I mention I was the only woman in the class and younger than everyone by about 15 years?  Oh, and my boss had to get a special waiver to get me into the class.

My heart thumping hard enough to leap out of my petrified chest I tentatively raised my hand after which I said, “I thought it was another one of your commands so I typed it then hit enter.”

I will never forget the look on her face – like Seriously?

As humiliating as that career moment was it added a bit of rebar in the building of being comfortable – when it comes to career and life mistakes – in my own skin.

I can be proud of the person I see in the mirror in the morning because I know that person tries their best.

And – regardless of mistakes – always has.

Be well

Note: When I told my tech mentor? He roared with laughter then shared moments of career humiliation so I wouldn’t feel quite so awful.

One Writer’s Path

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As I’m starting work on the first fiction project in over a year a few happy memories surfaced.

Writers Are Born

I’ve been telling stories since I could talk.  One of the fonder memories is a neighbor giving me a prayer book for my 1st Communion that had an inscription

To the little girl with a gift for gab.

Backstory

Larry (neighbor) would spend hours playing basketball with me, teaching me to toss it up since I was too young to throw overhand.

Marie (his sister who lived with them) spent hours while I painted her toenails telling me the virtues of reading and how it can enrich your life – discussing such classics as Welcome to the Monkey House.

She paid me for the pedicure.

Pat – a nurse – was at my bedside when I was coming out of the coma after a subdural hematoma.

Apparently, I snapped, “Don’t touch me your hands are cold!”

She later showed me their family room that had multiple bookshelves lined with books.

She invited me to come over and borrow any book any time and to talk about the book.

Ginsu Moment

There was another neighbor who picked up on my passion for reading.

When I was 6.

She invited me to her living room where several bookshelves lined with books awaited.

Thank You 

I took every one of them up on the offer and so have an incredible rich early exposure to reading.

Fiction and non.

Psst – Pass It On

One of the best pieces of advice I ever got was my mom passing on a nugget of wisdom her mom gave to her.  Start reading to your kids when they’re in your tummy.  Move on to children’s books but introduce the love of reading from day one.

As someone who spent close to a year volunteering helping kids learn to read …  I left one of my more challenging students with this response when he questioned why it was worth the effort

“Because once you know how to read you’ll never be lonely again.”

A Broken Dream Will Find a Way

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I was born a writer with music in my heart.

Won my first fiction award in 1st grade.

The Path of the Creative Soul

Ginsu Moment

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

Was music in our soul?

Ah music.

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

I wanted to play drums.

The beat of my heart.

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

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

Nuns on Broomsticks

Need I say more?  Really?  Okay…

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

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

“Girls have no business playing drums.”

Tell that to Cindy Lauper.

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

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

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

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

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

Music is Music

It was a rented b-flat clarinet.

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

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

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

I also played piano and tenor sax.

The Dream Breaks to be Born?

Is this what creativity is about?