Podcast 3: Reflective of Me

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Happy and proud to announce Podcast Three: Caring for Family Holistically is available.

Fork In the Road.

The decision to do podcasts rather than sharing the information in written format has roots in my years in corporate.

Consulting.

The Who

I was having an email back and forth with a friend I’ve known since 1995.  His company was acquired by the Tech Company I was working for two months after I started.  We wound up on the same team and though we lived in different regions immediately connected on a level that went beyond tech skills.  When it came to customer service and how you treat people we shared the same values.  

We’ve remained friends in the years since I left tech.  In a recent email he suggested I share my stories with a wider audience.  I told him I’d think about it.

The What

The Universe must have had an interest because beginning shortly after I got a specifically worded message – repeatedly.

Me: “I’m a holistic doctor who specializes in nutritional healing and using exercise and other holistic healing methods.”

Them: “Oh I would love to do more of that but I wouldn’t know where to start.”

What went unsaid but which came out in the course of a brief discussion was they lacked the confidence to bring it up to their health care provider.

After weeks of this I decided to share the information in podcasts using stories to give context.

I discovered it felt natural.

Like my days in tech.

Another former colleague – one I helped with EMF Sensitivity told me I have a knack for explaining complex subjects in a way that makes them easy to understand.  

It certainly seemed so based on the conversations.  

When I looked at it like that the answer was clear.  I was still consulting.  

Only the subject had changed.

I hope you enjoy learning how to integrate holistic health practices into everday living.

Be well.

Holistic Tool: Audio Nap

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It’s been a chaotic exciting couple of weeks.  What makes it super cool is clearing the towering In Box.  I can FEEL the energy flowing.  To celebrate?  An audio nap.

A What?

As my mom will attest I’ve never been a good napper.

I’m one of those who feels worse after taking one.

Try Another Way

For a time I walked as it cleared the cobwebs.  Unfortunately it also stimulated creativity which somewhat defeated the purpose as I came back and started work on the next bit of chaos.

Which I spent the duration of the walk contemplating.

Music To The Rescue

From the time I was a baby and danced to the Beatles on 8 track on the back seat music has filled my soul in a unique way.

No seatbelts back then.

I grew up dancing in my living room to tunes played on 8 track 45s 33 ½ and 78.

The Beat of Your Soul

I played drums, clarinet, piano then tenor sax.

Letting go when time in tech infringed with playing.  

I had and have the passion of music in my soul – fed through whatever media is available.

We’ve Come a Long Way Baby

Thankfully and thanks to people like Steve Jobs and Neil Young mobile music has improved from the days of the Sony Walkman or mobile CD players that skipped.

The Brain’s Tired

Given how I’ve pushed myself I’m mentally fried.  If I tried having a traditional nap I’d lay staring at the ceiling an adrenal rush keeping me from sleeping as I know I’ll feel worse if I nap.

Audio Nap

They say music soothes the savage beast.  

I know it soothes the overworked soul.

I’ve put together a number of playlists for different moods, different scenarios.

One Scenario.  

My work is a labor of love.  

I sincerely aim to help others.

That drive can be the driver complete with a whip.

Projects

Before I tune into my tunes I’ll share what peeps can look forward to.

  • Podcast Episode Three – Caring for Family Holistically
  • Destination Unknown: Explorations of the Paranormal

An App and companion workbook of tools and strategies to deal with Esoteric EM frequencies.

  • Fix EMF App Update

Dealing with the other 3 GATE EM frequencies.

This app provides tools and strategies for dealing with sensitivity to Geologic Atmospheric and Technologic EM frequencies.

Stay tuned and be well.

The Power of a Hug

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Listening to The Gift from Gary Numan’s Intruder album and reflecting on the power of a hug.

Healing power.

As I Am Screaming starts up I recall a time when I was walking in downtown San Diego and a “hobo” (dated term I know) stepped in my path – not too close – and said with a smile – and arms open wide – “There’s someone who needs a hug.”  And oh did I need one at that moment.

I was caught up in EMF Sensitivity Hell.

Smiling and trying not to cry I walked straight into his embrace and accepted all the love he was willing to give.

More Recently

Months back while at a working lunch I looked up to see a man looking as if he was about to fall apart.

He was sandwiched between high schoolers in line for pizza or bread sticks/salad for lunch before running back to school.

I mouthed “Are you okay?”  Without saying a word he shook his head side to side.  I immediately stood and went to him thinking to hug him.

I Froze

I asked if it was okay if I hugged him.

He nodded, said nothing – looked close to crumpling.

I pulled him into a hug and said “It’s going to be okay.  I promise.  It’s going to be okay.  You’re going to be okay.”

He nodded on my shoulder – held me tight – shoulders shaking as he silently cried and said nothing.

No words were needed.

At some point I went back to my lunch – felt a bit embarrassed at the idea all these high school boys waiting for pizza saw such a display of emotion.  

Long Ago

Pontiac Eats And Beats

I ran into a former coworker while Aaron and I attended the festival.  I threw my arms around him.

We’re survivors of a toxic work environment from hell.

He held me so tight – stepped back and said “You have the best hug.”

Life

Interpretation.

I’ll leave it to readers to decide what the energy of a hug means but I’ll leave you with this.  Months ago a friend told me Psychedlic Furs were touring.  She knows how passionate I am about music – thought attending would bring me joy.

She also knows how much I love the opener – Gary Numan – which I’m listening to as I type this one-handed.

Doo-doo happens

Recently.

Slipped – put my left hand out reflexively – broke my arm.

Bummer man.

I can’t begin to express the mental/emotional toll this – in spite of lack of pain – no need for pain meds – has taken on me.

We met up with the friend who told me about the concert.  After hugging me gently she smiled pointed and said “That was me at the Cure” and in that moment healed a part of me that though isn’t physical is nonetheless broken because of what at the end of the day is an accident.

People?  Hugs heal.

Hugs convey love freely given.

Never doubt the power of love.

To heal.

Be well.

Manifesting 101: Gifts From the Universe

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Listening to Love Walks in by Van Hagar and trying to absorb the sliding doors that had to open and close – the subway cars that had to pull in and out of the station to facilitate the soul healing incidents of the weekend.

Yesterday morning I woke my daughter up to tie my shoes so I could walk to Safeway to get a bouquet of flowers I would deliver to the firehouse as a token of my appreciation.

The service they did for me?  I’d only been out of Urgent Care some 35 minutes.  Not in a great mental place.

On my way my laces came undone.  Not wanting to trip I stopped in at Starbucks and feeling humiliated – I couldn’t tie my own shoes – asked a sweet woman half my age running crazy for the morning crowd if she could tie my laces.

I felt – pretty awful.  Embarrassed.  I promised after getting flowers from grocery across the parking lot I was coming back to have coffee.

And get a treat for my daughter – just to be nice – not as a price for tying my shoes – how I felt about the barista.

This wonderful woman double-knotted my laces.

Ginsu Moment.

Showing my age I know.

I selected a beautiful bouquet I was going to put in a backpack I’d pull over a shoulder.

Sling keeping the other busy.

I approached two ladies to help me put the flowers in a plastic sleeve so they wouldn’t drip into my backpack.

I was going to tuck a sweet in as a treat for my daughter.  Soggy?  No good.  Explaining this mess to the kind woman who took time out of her busy morning to help me?  Forget it.

No Way!

One of the women laughed and said “Two peas in a pod!”

The woman who helped me with the flowers?  She had the same type splint on her left forearm!

She’d fallen off a ladder and broke her arm in the same place!

Fast forward and dear daughter and I are walking to the door at the fire station only to see a sign for business hours.

Sunday isn’t one of those days.

There WAS a sign that pointed to an old-fashioned doorbell “Press here for service.”

And another that read if an emergency dial 911. Delivering flowers to say thank you?  Um.  No.

It was a great feeling handing over the bouquet and thanking the men and women who’d heard about my adventure.

As to Synchronicity?

I was told it was lucky timing.  Apparently the crew had just closed out a call that enabled them to go to Starbucks for some java.

And help someone they had no idea was waiting for them.

Be well.

Manifesting 101: Irony and Angels

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To say it’s been an interesting morning is an understatement.  

It all started last night.

The Irony

Aaron and I were winding the week down and chatting in the living room.  I told him how the Pilates and Hollow Holds were definitely making a difference strengthening my core muscles and how all the walking I’ve done the past 2 years has improved my balance and coordination.

Important after falling off a diving board and having a brain bleed at 10 left me paralyzed on the left side and balance challenged.

We decided to do pizza for dinner.  As he was coming in from the garage a half hour later I got up and ran to the kitchen to meet him and the pizza.

And slipped on the kitchen floor.  Yeah real coordinated.

I reflexively put out my left hand – behind me – taking the brunt of the fall on my left forearm.  Because it didn’t hurt too badly I decided to sleep on it and see how it was in the morning.  It wasn’t worse in terms of pain but it was pretty swollen so I decided to have it checked out.

Rats

My left forearm is broken.

More Irony and then Angels

Before they let me go the doctor asked me to remove my wedding and engagent rings when I got home. 

She worried if there was swelling it might interfere with circulation to my fingers.

I explained that might be a problem.  I’ve recently begun taking creatine so a bit of fluid retention.  I told her I would try a bit of soap to try to slide them off.  She was very concerned and asked that if that didn’t work I go to the fire department because they have tricks for getting rings off swollen fingers.  Promising I would I went to the pharmacy I normally go to to have a prescription filled.

They were closed and there was no sign displaying when they would be open.

There are 3 pharmacies within close distance so I went to a different one.

They weren’t going to be open til 10am which was 20 minutes later.

Angels

I decided to treat myself to Starbucks.  I’d just taken a bite of a croissant when a group walked in.  I looked up to see from their shirts they were firemen!

Even with all the synchronicities I’ve experiened throughout my life I was amazed.

Thank you universe!

I approached one of them and explained the situation, asked if he could help me out.  He smiled said he wanted to talk to his partner and asked if I’d heard of the dental floss trick for getting a ring off swollen fingers.

Nope.

They checked their gear – no floss.

They also tried a lubricant – no dice.

I went to the 3rd pharmacy to get dental floss while they waited at the seating area outside Starbucks.

A Rite-Aid.

Having recently declared bankruptcy the shelves were bare.  No dental floss.

Back to the original store which is a grocery with a pharmacy inside.

Comedy of Errors

I ended up in line behind two people with completely full shopping carts, with one of the two buying several pumpkins and gourds, all of which had to be weighed.  Me?  Only the dental floss.

I’m no good with self checkout.  It truly is comical.

Picturing the firemen waiting while I’m gone longer than a walk across the parking lot should have taken wasn’t as stress free as it might have been.

As a good friend points out from time to time Pat (patience) and I don’t necessarily get on well.

They were great – amazed the pharmacy across the parking lot didn’t have floss – and set to work getting the rings off.

During which I related the series of events that led to us being in the right place at the right time.

Success!

After a morning of adventure I’m home typing this story.  Still amazed I’m also grateful the nuns forced me to be right-handed when I was born  a southpaw.

Have an awesome day!

Be well

Responsibility: Who’s Is It?

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Listening to Rag N Bone Man’s Skin

Powerful lyrics

My mind drifted to the people we believe we have responsibility to.

And how we ended up with these beliefs since we weren’t born with them.

Functional Dysfunction

Having lived the definition of growing up in a dysfunctional family it’s probably no shocker I might have an interesting definition if not perspective of who is responsible for who and what.

And how dysfunctiontals don’t miss an opportunity to put their responsibilities on others including and especially those too young and inexperienced and therefore totally unprepared to bear it.

Note:  The stories I share in my podcasts?  Trust me they’re stirring up memories that would be all too happy to stay dead and buried – but that wouldn’t help the world and those in it.

Nor would it honor those who gave me their trust and protection throughout the years.

Needless to say it’s taking a toll on me.

Choice

This isn’t the forum for going deep but I’m listening to this song and thinking of a man who made the choice to be a guiding light to someone; a man not much older who somehow surmised I’d missed out on a lot of important life lessons.  Dealing with life himself?  And adversity?  He stepped out of the rushing stream of life that was sweeping souls to the open ocean where … well you can imagine … to give me a fighting chance at survival.

He saw I was shark bait.

He risked his career and much more to be there for me not because he was born with a responsibility to me but because he chose to help someone take the next step.

As life would have it I’ve been gifted along the convoluted way to cross paths with people who likewise chose a responsibility to help me to the next step.

Including my beloved husband Aaron.

There are no words to express the depth of my gratitude to these souls but along the path of responsibility to my fellow man? I learned the importance and impact of something as simple as a smile or a hug.

And how it can transform someone’s life – like the lyrics of a song.

Be in the flow.

And enjoy the music of life.

Be well.

We Need Mentors

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Enjoying a bit of sunshine and smiling because of a conversation that brought joy.  A woman was doing a service by picking up recyclables the county doesn’t pick up.

Ahem – clamshells.

She mentioned she used to work for the US post office which was a nice segue. I told her of people I know who used to work for the post office and a friend who currently does.

A friend who has been a mentor to me since I met him 36 years ago – in corporate.

After a wonderful back and forth she went on her way and I was left with my thoughts.  I couldn’t help thinking how throughout my life I’ve had the benefit of mentors.

People who shared and passed life wisdom to me.

I speak to this in my podcasts.

As I considered how fortunate I was to have not just one but multiple people in my corporate environment take the time and energy to mentor me I thought of the flip side to that.

What’s Axed is What’s Lost

I was in my early 20s when the Midwest went through yet another in the every ten years we go through a recession fun.  

Not.

The thing is I hadn’t been through it in a way that drove a stake into my empathetic heart before then.

I watched as in the name of cutting costs people with incredible knowledge and experience were the first to go while those of us who were just starting out were kept because we were cheap labor.

I later learned I was being underpaid by $18K.

I was not only devastated watching colleagues let go because they apparently earned too much I told management we were losing a precious resource.

We needed their experience! Their wisdom! You can’t put a price tag on that!

Experience Needed

I don’t think the powers that be got what they were going for.  After the senior consultants were let go a large number of customers dropped us as a trusted vendor/advisor.

They had a history with these consultants.  They trusted them.

When I showed up at an OEM site to address a critical issue the customer looked at me and said “Why you don’t look any older than my granddaughter.  What could you possibly know about this problem?”

In other words don’t worry my pretty little head about it?

I pasted a smile on my face and proceeded to assure the customer I could indeed fix a problem that had pulled the systems offline.

Costing millions of dollars an hour.

Inside I felt like jelly but I did get them up and running.

And chewed my mentor out all the way back to the office for putting me in a position I was in no way experienced enough to handle.  

His response?  “Did you or did you not fix their issue?”

Life Circles Round

I know that mentor – who is a beloved friend after all these years – will read this and remember that day.

And my panic even as he assured me he believed in me 100% and knew I could fix the issue and get them back online.

How did it turn out?

After they were up and running they took me to lunch to celebrate.

And raised glasses to the fact I indeed got them up and running so the car doors could once again roll off the line.

We need to tell our stories.

We need to mentor.

Be well

Metal in the Brain: EMF Life

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It’s been a busy afternoon in EMF land.  I’m about to release an app and Handbook focused on Esoteric EMFs.

  

  • Ghosts
  • Psi
  • Hauntings
  • Sacred Spaces
  • Sensitivity to other People

And how these frequencies interact with and are impacted by

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Technologic

EM frequencies.

Filled with tools and strategies that eliminate the negative impact of Esoteric frequencies the app and Handbook will appeal to novice and expert, to skeptic and believer alike.

As I was decompressing with music my mind drifted to one of my favorite human beings in the world.  My high school physics teacher Mr. Robert Parys.  I will never forget the day he learned I had a metal clip in my brain.

Titanium it was put in to stop bleeding from a subdural hematoma the result of falling off a diving board and hitting my chin on it on the way into the pool when I was 10 years of age.

He was – in a word – horrified.

“There’s metal in your brain?!”

As a 16-year-old I wasn’t particularly appreciative of the attention this got me.

I was the only female in the class of about 20.  Everyone turned to me expressions startled and horrified. You know – like I had a disease? 

Can we say “Yay?”

Note:  I had girlfriends who took physics.  They just had classes during a different time period.

To make matters worse – for me – he asked me to stay after class.

You can imagine what it was like to hear male feet shuffling by as they left. The sideways glances.

Oh just yay.

I tried pointing out I needed to get to my next class but he told me he’d write a note.

Joy.

The discussion led to more questions – his – than could be managed so he invited me to stay after school so he could learn more.  I had a job so this wasn’t easy but he was persuasive it would be worth my while.

I liked Mr. Parys.  He had a good sense of humor and related to students in a way that let them know he really cared about them, their dreams, goals, their success in life.

He spent time doing what he could to help students achieve their dreams.

Though I spent time answering his questions about life in the wake of an NDE with a metal clip in my head he is the one who gave the gift. Sharing his insight and access to materials meant I was able to conduct scientific research that helped me feel okay at a time when I didn’t…

I was still limping heavily after being paralyzed and my hair was still growing out after being shaved for emergency brain surgery.  You could still see a pretty big scar on my skull. Not a fun thing for a self-conscious teenage girl.

The groundwork he helped lay has led to the release of this app and Handbook.

Work that will help the world the way he helped his students.

His legacy lives on.

Teachers are amazing people who are often under appreciated.

I’m ever so grateful this one crossed my path.

The world benefits because he was a part of it.

RIP Mr. Parys.

Manifesting For Someone Else: Divine Timing

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Did a working lunch at a local place with a good vibe.  A guy who works came in for his shift as I was walking out.

Walking home.

I stopped to chat.  In particular I asked about his family.

His grandmother lives in the path of the tsunami as well as typhoon season.

After assuring me all was good we chatted about music.

We’re both big time metal fans.

At one point I worried I was taking too much of his time.

He was the one talking but still.  It was shift change and the place was relatively busy.

I eventually made my way home and as I was waiting on a light at a busy intersection I hit the button for crossing then glanced back to see a guy standing behind me.  As he was taller than me – aka longer stride – I decided when the light changed I would allow him to go before me.

When the light chnged I turned around smiled and said “You can go ahead.”

As It Happens…

When he used body language to verify I realized a startling detail.

Walking Stick

The man was blind.

I never noticed the stick – only that he was wearing a fashionable hat to keep his face from burning in the sunshine and that he was taller than me.

I assured him he was safe and slipped in behind him to make sure no impatient drivers tried to do something stupid.

Wait!  There’s More!

Gotta love Ginsu right?

We got close to a very busy parking lot.

Fast food restaurant drive-thru at lunch hour.

I stopped and waited – called out to him I was going to keep us safe.

He had his cane going back and forth across the sidewalk.

I made sure the drivers ready to zip out of the parking lot saw me.

And by extension him.

We eventually went our separate ways.  As I was walking the final leg home I thought about the timing of it all.  I’d been worried I was going to get a worker in trouble for talking to him during lunch hour but if I hadn’t fought my initial thought to politely excuse myself so as not to get him in trouble?

I was really interested in everything the cool restaurant worker was telling me.  I did NOT want to get him in trouble!

I would have missed being there for someone who benefitted from my protective presence.

Divine Timing.

Thanks Universe!

Manifestation?

I was there when that guy benefitted from it.  I manifested safety which may have been on his mind.

It is a very busy highway with people who regularly fly through and do “No Cop No Stop” behavior.

Trust your instincts.

Be Well.

Podcast Resource Update

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Sharing a quick update that I’ve added links referenced in the 2nd Podcast episode to the Podcast Resources page.  What makes this interesting in a synchronistic way is one of the stories I mention in this Podcast has to do with the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.  To understand why it’s particularly interesting I need to point out I wrote the script for the 2nd Podcast in early May.  I had no idea there was any sort of event regarding the Edmund Fitzgerald in the works.

If anything I’d think they’d do something in November.

Then I read the news this morning.

Turns out today is the day of the Edmund Fitzgerald Memorial Swim.  Specifically, the 50th anniversary.

Wow.

I love synchronicities because it’s the universe telling us we’re on the right path.  To round this out I’ll share a story from the Podcast.

My maternal great-grandfather emigrated from Scotland to Detroit whereafter he owned a shipping company.  One of the ships in his fleet was the PS Tashmoo.  The bell from the Tashmoo is in the Maritime Sailors’ Museum in Detroit.

The bell that Gordon sings rang 29 times for each life on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

My Story

I used to have a very cool sweatshirt with a picture of the Tashmoo on it.  Years back Aaron and I were walking in Union Square in San Francisco when an older couple stopped us.  The man said “The Tashmoo?  How do you know about the Tashmoo?  You seem awfully young for that.”

I explained the ship was part of my maternal great-grandfather’s fleet to which he told me he and his wife who was standing beside him had their honeymoon on the Tashmoo.  He told me what a wonderful time it was and went on to share stories about her grandeur.

Have an awesome day. I hope life brings synchronicities that make you smile.

Be well.