Earthing ~ End of a Cycle

Earthing ~ A Journey 9

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

My health was better, but not perfect and an occasional migraine would rear at the most inopportune moments. One happened while in class. Two of our instructors were taking Acupuncture courses, and they looked to us students as their captive guinea pigs, upon whom to try out their new skills. We had our tongues assessed and all sorts. The day of my migraine, I must have looked awful, because the instructor stopped the practical session and asked me what was wrong. His face lit up with an opportunity for an acupuncture treatment (and a demonstration to the class) with a somewhat risky procedure (if he got it wrong). I consented because I was in pure misery, and I trusted his integrity.

He inserted an acupuncture needle at the back of my head, between my cranium and C1 vertebrae. Then he told me to sit and not move at all (as that was risky). I soon became what I can only describe as like a heavily drugged person. I was in total La, La land. I couldn’t concentrate on the practical lesson either. When the instructor asked me something 10 minutes later, I said “what?” not even understanding the question let alone be able to give the answer. “How do you feel?” he said a little later , looking concerned. “Mmmmm, lovely,” I said dreamily. He decided that the 20 minutes that had passed was enough, and came over to retrieve the needle. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be and had disappeared. The colour drained from his face.

The whole class was put on hold as he told me to stand up slowly. It wasn’t on the chair or the floor. He drew a curtain around me and asked me to take off my clothes, carefully, one at a time until I found it. I had got to my underwear before I saw it drop on the floor. “Got it.” I said in a slurred voice. He looked so relieved. He was worried that the very thin needle had somehow worked its way into my skin, and had disappeared into my spine  with death as a possible outcome! I was happy, oblivious and pain free.

The same instructor brought in a Qigong instructor one day to teach us good posture, balance and harmonious movement that protected us from giving ourselves injuries, especially the repetitive strain kind. This small man was also a Master Reiki practioner. He spent some time with each student, watching them during a massage and indicating techniques needed to correct bad posture. When he came to me and said, “You have lovely white light surrounding you completely, I could see it from across the room.” He watched me for a while and didn’t say much else but pointed out ways to use my legs for strength. He then invited me to join his next Qigong class.

Actually, I was wanting to complete a number of extra courses, so working was really becoming hard for me and stopping my progress. Serendipity kicked in. My boss was doing performance appraisals that week. Mine was absolutely appalling. I had never had a review like it. I knew none of it was true, but difficult to prove. Along with it, was a warning letter! This is usually the first step made in the procedure to fire someone, so the alarm bells were ringing loud and clear. I decided to resign (she knew that I would), even though it would mean more financial hardship. I would benefit from extra study time, and would leave the dregs of this part of my life behind. It was a bitter-sweet moment.

Unfortunately, my partner didn’t see it as sweet at all. He totally lost his temper. You’ve chucked a perfectly good job straight down the toilet, he admonished. I had, but life moves on and sometimes you are not meant to go down the destructive path any longer.

My boss kept delaying my leaving party (twice the dates were changed). I knew she didn’t want to hold one, and in truth, I didn’t really care, but it was a matter of principle for me… I was entitled to one and even after my last official work day, I kept pushing for it. She had no choice but to organise it. All long term employees have a leaving party.

I learned from some of the staff (confidentially) that it would not be a happy shin-dig. They had been banned from collecting for a gift for me (a usual and voluntary protocol) and there would be no potluck lunch (another usual voluntary sort of attendance, and a chance for staff to socialise). Instead, a late afternoon (almost at quitting time) tea and cake ceremony had been arranged. The staff were ‘ordered’ to attend.

I arrived and the room had been set with chairs lined up against the walls of a small room. The staff sat gloomily in a quadrangle, looking like prisoners facing a firing squad instead of people wishing me well. I meditated a few seconds of Grounding for myself as I sat down. My boss  made a totally phoney speech, and her subordinate, simpering, production manager then recited a terrible, composed poem that was ridiculous (and not bringing the intended guffaws from solemn-faced staff). I started to giggle and then to  maniacally laugh at her fake friendliness. Our photographer was snapping photos of my contorted face (they would never be printed). My Boss snapped, “Why are you laughing,” totally losing her cool and showing her true colours in front of the staff. I had made up an excuse about the photos making me feel self-conscious, but she knew why I was laughing.

My boss told the photographer ‘to knock it off, no more photos,” cut the poem short that her sidekick was reading aloud, and quickly presented me with a cheap reproduction university watch and lapel pin. I looked at them with bemusement. My boss had never got to know me properly. Everyone who knew me well, knew that I can’t wear watches because they always stop working or behave so erratically, they are useless to me. Neither item would ever be worn, and I eventually chucked them away as they just felt like bad energy.

Ceremony finished, the cake and tea were handed out. The green and white icing was ludicrously garish. As people sat with their refreshments, the University Provost came to sit next to me. He was basically fishing for information. He protected my boss (his protégé) until his retirement some years on from this (when ultimately she, herself would be fired). I think the Provost wanted to see if I was going to proceed with legal action. I had sent in a letter to say that I felt my resignation was forced under unnecessary duress. That was all I was going to do, just for the record, but I had received a letter back from my boss that the matter was now in the hands of University lawyers.

I made idle chat with the Provost, and then said, “did you know that your teeth have turned fluorescent green?” I grinned at him. I looked around, everyone was now speaking with the dental sets of Norwegian Trolls. It was hilarious. The Provost closed his mouth and left to find out which ‘clown’ had produced such a terrible dye in the cake.

Unfortunately the cake had the same effect as an Ebola outbreak. The staff quickly dumped it into a bin and started to line up to quickly to wish me well and exit the building as fast as humanly possible. I felt like I was accepting commiserations at a funeral line… Ah, but that cake was such fun! Someone was definitely on my side. 😂 I was free and I didn’t care that the party had been a total disaster.

(To be continued…)

Earthing ~ Intermission

Earthing ~ A Journey 8

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My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

I shall interrupt my historical journey for a moment, to bring a current Earthing experience…

I am in Thailand on an island. Koh Samet is a National Park, so doesn’t experience agriculture, or the pesticides and chemicals that go with it. Plastic detritus in the sea is a big problem, but nature still thrives here with a population of endangered Hornbill’s, lizards, snakes, scorpions, and a variety of life that is going missing in other parts of Thailand.

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The island is a playground for the rich and the poor. Everyone here is happy, even those who work selling stuff.

We have spent some long days walking barefoot here. The beaches are fantastic places for Grounding. The spirit renews and the soul soars when we can connect with nature and electrically bond with the earth. I watch and see the energy auras of people. They become flushed with white light rather than the muddy yellows and oranges associated with emotional problems and stresses.

Smiles and relaxed faces all around. Fun instead of work. Community spirit instead of reluctant interactions. Even the stray dogs are happy here, running into the sea, playing and really enjoying life.

I would recommend the beach as the best place to go barefoot and wash away the overcharged and over stressed burdens of modern life.

Kids instinctively know what to do at the beach. They run into the water and sit in it… Even toddlers will do this on their first ever visit to the seashore. We all need to do this, to reconnect with that which makes us healthy, happy, human beings.

Grounding is one of the easiest things to do, yet most of our life is ungrounded, self-inflicted detachment from our earth, and it makes us sick.  As I mentioned at the beginning of this series, the ‘Earthing Movie’ offers the science and the anecdotal evidence for the healing we experience from connecting directly with the earth and the reasons that we are mostly separated from it. Do Watch it…

The Earthing Movie

(To be continued…)

 

 

Earthing ~ Experiences

Earthing ~ A Journey 6

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

The post Christmas Season was a blah time. I wasn’t eating very well (again) and tended to stop at McDonald’s for an Egg Mcmuffin for breakfast on the way to college. Little did I know, until years later, that they (because of the egg) were the cause of ankle pains and joint stiffness that had me wearing orthotic inserts and taking pain killers. I thought it was the gruelling schedule and the physical demands of the massage practices that were having a physical effect.

It was the second term of school, and the pace stepped up, adding extra time to the curriculum in the form of evening massage clinics for the general public. This meant that I had to take one evening per week off from work. That meant catch up on my work load there too. My boss was not impressed, but I converted holiday allowance time to cover the evenings. I wasn’t going to get away with that forever though…My holidays would quickly run out.

My time at home on weekdays was now mainly just for studying and sleeping. As a consequence, my already crappy relationship, dived into a deep dark hole. I actually hated going home to a silent, brooding partner who was becoming more distant by the day.

One Saturday, his daughter was over. She often came on a weekend to visit her Dad. She was working now and would soon get her own apartment. We got on pretty well, but she was increasingly aware of the tensions and kept to herself beyond shared mealtimes.

I had just gone upstairs to put laundry away when I heard the phone ring. She answered it. There was a lot of talking, so the call was for her, but I couldn’t hear the conversation. However, I felt an awful feeling of dread come over me. There was something about the call that felt wrong and sinister. I had to do something.

Walking in to his computer room, I said to my partner, “I feel something bad is going to happen, please tell your daughter not to go out tonight.” He looked at me as though I’d grown two heads. “Uh huh!” he said shaking his head and returning his attention to his computer.

I had to do something so I ran downstairs and said to her, as soon as she had hung up, “I don’t know who that was, or what your call was about, and you don’t need to tell me, but I have a terrible feeling that something bad will happen if you go out tonight. I am begging you not to go out. Any other night, sure, but not tonight!” She looked at me and said simply, ” OK. ”

She went up to her bedroom. She didn’t go out, and that was very comforting, but I didn’t know the story until months later, when she chose to tell me.

She had been going out with a boy, that I had met only once, for almost a year. He had hearing problems (almost completely deaf) and possibly a few mental problems as well, I thought in hindsight. Their relationship had been good, but mixed with volatile arguments sometimes. It had not been violent until one evening he had punched her in the face. She ended the relationship then and there. He had begged her to come back. She didn’t.

He, apparently, had gone into a meltdown and his friends all blamed her. The phonecall had been from a girlfriend of one of his mates, with an invitation to a big get-together, but her ex wouldn’t be there, and would she come?

It turned out that she learned from the same girl, in a another phonecall some days afterward, that the get-together was so that all the mates could beat my partner’s daughter up to teach her a lesson. The girl had called to apologise, that she didn’ t know about the planned beating and was glad that she had not shown up.

I was flabbergasted. I knew my feeling of danger was profound, but this was just unbelievable.

Relationships are so complicated and often have hidden agendas. I was relieved when she said, “when you told me not to go out, it sort of confirmed my own gut feeling that something was wrong. I completely severed ties with that group.”

Life chivied along with lots of term exams, innane work stuff and little time to think, let alone ground and meditate. I saw my friends when I could which was at least once per month, but never enough. Finally, the Easter break came. While work would continue, I had my weekday mornings free for a while. I replenished my energy.

My Polish friend had thoughtfully invited me to join her on a Saturday workshop with a Reiki Master healer. It required that participants had already completed Reiki I and Reiki II courses, which I had, but I didn’t know if I would be welcomed last minute, without pre-registration.

The session held about 10 participants, I was the 11th, but welcomed anyway, and I paid the course fee in cash on arrival.

The Instructor and her Assistant talked about their backgrounds, and how they worked together. Their form of Reiki had developed into an advanced form.

Each participant would have a turn for a healing session with her but first, she would demonstrate a healing session on a volunteer. The lady waiting in the wings (a client of the Instructor’s) had just been diagnosed with cancer, a form of Leukemia (although we weren’t told this until afterwards), and had consented to this public healing session.

To say that my jaw hit the floor, would be an understatement. The healing session started out with a scan and the usual Reiki format, but then developed into something resembling psychic surgery. The pair of healers worked in silence, quickly and with focused determination. The Instructor would seem to pull something like a stretchy glue away from the clients body, and the assistant would cut it near the skin surface with her hands. This would always have a sort of snap on the Instructor’s hands as she pulled whatever, free and cast it to the floor. What was unbelievable, is that the client had her eyes closed, almost under a complete trance, but her body writhed in a fashion that one would think physically impossible. It was scary to watch, like something out of the exorcist movie, but not quite so malevolent. Occasionally, a moan would come from the client, her facial expression clearly indicating something weird happening.

The two of them pulled what seemed like reams of material/energy out of her body, and then closed off with a soothing  scan and the usual crossed-hands ‘T’ over the heart to end the energy connection in a gentle manner. The room was so quiet. The client didn’t move, but I could clearly see that she was deeply unconcious. I could barely see her breathing, and she was shivering. The Instructor looked concerned. She waved all of us to leave our chairs to surround the client with our hands placed carefully, one at a time on her body. We all took our positions. The client was stone cold, freezing. As we pushed energy into her with controlled breathing techniques, the Instructor piled on about 6 blankets. It took probably 30 minutes of warming her with our energy, but she did warm up and the shivering stopped. Not a word was spoken except for the whispered commands from the Instructor.

I began to feel a migraine start. I tried to ground and shrug it off, but the feeling of nausea was overwhelming. I said nothing. The Instructor looked up from her position at the clients head. She gently took the hands of the person next to her and put them where her own two had been. She approached me and grasped my own hands, gently pulling me away and indicated to other participants to close up the gap. She sat me on a chair a few feet away, pushed some energy into my feet, and gently whispered to me to drink some water. Then she returned to her position with her client.

Eventually, everyone was ushered back to their chairs, and we all took a break for lunch while the client slept on, gently snoring. It was just an astounding thing. No one spoke much. It was all pretty hard to take in.

The client eventually did wake, feeling groggy. She remembered nothing of what had just happened. The Instructor asked her if she felt able to stand up? She did, and they gave her some water. She said that she felt somehow lighter. She came and sat with us for a little while, recovering. She said that she would fight her cancer and she hoped the healing session had helped. She felt it had!

After lunch, and the client already gone, the Instructor explained that she had intended to do an instructional healing, that it wasn’t really meant to have turned into the serious and difficult healing session that we had just witnessed, but that she and her Assistant had encountered a dark, black, sticky energy full of magnetism. They had worked quickly to pull it out of the body, and there was no time to explain what they were doing. She apologised if it had scared us. They had been unaware of her cancer diagnosis until just minutes before the session. They explained that cancer has its own energy and is always difficult to deal with.

The rest of the day was for each individual to receive a ‘healing session’ of their own with the Instructor. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for me, but during the lunch break, the Assistant had been asked by the Instructor to give me a special Reiki attunement. It was lovely, and as good as any healing session that I have experienced. Unfortunately, my friend was a little peeved that I should have this ‘attunement’ when no one else was offered the opportunity.

I really think the attunement was to help me stop retaining so much energy when it entered my body. I was being grounded yet again by someone else.

I would have loved to do a course with this lady, but I was already stretched for time, didn’t have the money, and the course would be two hours drive away from where I lived. I was disappointed…

(To be continued…)

 

Earthing ~ Energy Lessons

Earthing ~ A Journey 2

 

My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

My work colleague never went to the meeting she had invited me to. She said that she hadn’t really got time, but she thought it might help me focus on something other than work for a change. She was right. I needed a distraction.

The Spiritual Natural Healing Course was being held in a city a few miles away. I wasn’t actually familiar with the address. Nor did I have a map. I should have phoned the instructor  before leaving work, as I realised I had no idea how to find her house as soon as I reached the outskirts of the city. I did not have the luxury of a mobile cell phone. Three intuitive turns later, I was there. I thought that the synchronicity of that journey was rather spooky, and I felt uncomfortable. How had I found my way there? I wasn’t sure.

There were 10 of us, but only two were men and retired, while the rest of us were working women.

I almost bottled out completely, when one participant introduced herself as a witch, especially as a nearby door violently slammed open, as she introduced herself. It all felt a bit creepy.

I began to think that I had made a huge mistake and was sitting with a bunch of nutty people. The skeptic inside me wanted to run away. Quickly! But then the instructor was asking about boring old me, with a job that suddenly sounded flat, non-productive and materialistic. I felt ashamed that I had nothing much to say about myself while everyone else seemed to have interesting, colourful lives.

Another, very relaxed lady, from Eastern Europe, sat cross legged beside my own uncomfortable form. She was a university chemist, working on research into natural antifreeze found in Arctic fish, for use in ice cream to stop ice crystals forming whilst stored in the freezer for weeks. The idea was that the research would have greater implications for other frozen materials, preserving their long term viability. Her English was impeccably precise, and  I later learned that she could speak five languages quite fluently. She followed the readings of Edgar Casey and was a member of a sacred dancing group. I was impressed, but somehow, the judgemental  me found her geeky. I shook away the thought as unkind and unfair. Maybe I was just tired (or jealous)?

A Polish participant introduced herself as a Reflexologist and Therapeutic Touch Practitioner. Her Aunt had taught her as a child to read tea leaves, tarot cards and to use herbal remedies. She later asked me why I always wore black clothes? “It’s such an insulating colour, it hides your light.” She touched my hand and smiled, “And you have such beautiful strong energy, but you need to ground and to let it shine!” Again, someone mentioned seeing my disconnected, and insulated energy. And I suddenly felt inadequate and critical compared to these sincere people.

These unique women later became my lasting friends, and I am forever grateful to them, because they pulled me through some very difficult times.

The instructor too would be something of a mentor to me when it came to my failing relationship. But I am getting ahead of myself…

We always began each class session with shoes off, sitting on the floor, feet and hands touching the floor. We had to focus on an image of energy flowing through the top of our head, through our body and down into the floor and beyond into the ground, and meditate for a few minutes, emptying our mind and just concentrating on the energy flow and transmuting our energy and healing ourselves. I actually found it a very soothing exercise, and could feel the day’s stress melt away, leaving me quite content. I think that I enjoyed it more than the actual healing practices.

Our literature was a thick set of notes written by the instructor, and  the book, ‘Hands of Healing,’ by Barbara Ann Brennan published in 1987. We most definitely had to feel grounded before we even tried to attempt sending healing energy to another person in the group. It was necessary to have a full focus.

What I found, over the numerous sessions, was rather extraordinary. As I focused energy into the ground, it seemed to change my perception of the people around me too. I felt connected to them despite all our different backgrounds, I felt an unexplainable allegiance, caring and even love towards them (even the not so scary Witch). It was as though all the labels that we had given ourselves at the start, no longer mattered. We were beings, and connected ones at that. A more supportive, caring group of people, you could not imagine.

We held free public ‘healing sessions’ at a local library for interested people, and couldn’t believe the number of people who came to have themselves grounded and receive energy from us mere novices. Everyone seemed to have an open mind, although uncontrolled pain and inflammation did tend to prompt ‘trying anything’ for relief, especially as the sessions were free. A woman with whom I spent quite a bit of time, was completely over-awed by it all. She confided that she had waited (missing her turn twice) to see me, specifically because she saw a lovely white light around me, and that she felt great. She invited me to her local church… Would I please go and offer healing to people there? I went one Sunday and had about 10 people lining up. I was exhausted later. I wasn’t really sure if I was helping, but I was certainly feeling a lot! And with every interaction I had, my own health seemed to be improving leaps and bounds  too. Was this all placebo effect? I wasn’t sure, but when people share caring energy, something magical happens to them.

I changed my clothing, bought brighter colours, and actually found myself not wanting to wear black, even at work. It was more of a gradual thing rather than a forced effort. I am not really a big clothes shopper, but I actually grew to dislike my black clothing and bought a pink suit for work.

After about 5 weeks of great experiences, I left the class one night, to make the hour long drive home, feeling really spacey. I thought I was hallucinating as everything that my headlights hit, seemed to be vibrant and moving. I stopped the car with a large tree visible in the light. I stared at it with disbelief. I could feel its life moving through the trunk and branches. It was the same when I looked at the grass. And the ground beneath me too. It all felt like it was inside me. I had only had water at the class, and I wasn’t ill. I wasn’t drunk, yet I felt an almost psychedelic euphoria without knowing why. Suddenly, work, my relationship and life in general, looked unsatisfactory. I wanted out of the rat race. I wanted what the earth, trees and grass had – deep connection and real experiences!

I wanted a different life, and I wanted it right now. Tears flowed. I felt my heart lift with the realisation that it could be different if I really wanted it to be. I wanted to help other people rather than slog away in the business of marketing and selling things. Things! There is no happiness in things! How on earth was I going to change everything at age 42, with a mortgage, bills, responsibilities, and a partner who took my role as the ‘bread-winner’ for granted? I had no idea.

(To be continued…)

Earthing ~ Beginnings

Earthing ~ A Journey

My personal journey to connect with the earth.

 

I became interested in finding a ‘simpler life as far back as 1996. I was really struggling, especially at work and in personal relationships. I had pursued a higher paid job in Management to pay mounting bills. I was working 12 hrs a day to cope with workload, supporting a deadbeat partner who wouldn’t work, and eating a crap diet of fast food during weekdays and convenience supermarket foods and alcohol on weekends. The treadmill was unrelenting and I felt tired and unhappy.

I was living the exact opposite of what I wanted and thought that I would never break out of the trap that I had put myself in. My last parent had died earlier in the year, and I actually felt quite alone in the world. My partner suggested that I was having mental problems, so I went to the doctor. Her prognosis was that I was physically and emotionally stressed (not mentally ill) and to change my life. I didn’t and that was the year that I got pneumonia in the middle of summer. I had also had to have pre-cancerous cells lasered from my cervix, had urinary tract problems and had been tested for anemia because I was so lethargic. My health was deteriorating and I got infections regularly. Migraines came frequently and I would have to leave work to go lie down with bags of frozen peas around my head and a hot water bottle on my stomach. I was a mess really.

Then I had a dream. In it, I went through a series of work related events, then died of a heart attack in a strange hotel and after an afterlife journey of vignettes of my whole life, woke in a morgue on a cold slab… I also woke at that moment in real life, heart pounding, fear-dripping sweat pouring out of me. I took some deep breaths and tried to shake off the dream. It wouldn’t leave. While it didn’t describe my current situation at work,  an ominous prophetic message was in there… these things would start to happen in 5 years…

I dismissed my dream as silly, but I started to look at eating more healthily and got interested in organic foods and Permaculture. It didn’t last. I kept on pursuing work like a possessed person and gradually, it was all that I lived for, even though I didn’t enjoy it that much. I usually got sick the minute I had annual vacations, so those were never the panacea for my beleaguered spirit either.

One day in 1999, feeling particularly down and under work strain, I mentioned my feelings to a work colleague at lunch time. She said, you should come over to my complex tonight. The residents are having a talk on spiritual natural healing. It might be good for you. I reluctantly agreed to go.

I was late, because I was finishing up a work task that really could have waited, so I walked into a room full of quiet people already settled, and expectantly waiting. There was no sign of my work colleague and so I slunk into the only available seat  in the middle of the room. I was fidgety and irritable and not used to just sitting calmly. I really didn’t want to stay, but felt conspicuous.

The lecture was being given by a middle-aged woman (a Speech Language Pathologist by profession) and her assistant friend. They were fiddling with a slide projector near to me, which for some reason would not turn on. I remember my cutting remark. “Perhaps you should use some spiritual healing on it! ” Yes, I was a skeptic, but I immediately regretted my nastiness when the instructor turned and looked at me kindly, ignoring my outburst. “Welcome,” she said warmly, “perhaps I will,” and the projector leapt into life, making me feel like a complete shit!

The slide show was about Kirlian photography, and then we took part in a series of exercises to experience the energy that the body projects. We had a moment to meditate and ‘ground’ ourselves. I just sat quietly. I had no idea how to do either. We partnered up with the person seated next to us. I didn’t know the woman, but we had to do a body scan of each other with our hands. This was keeping the hands about an inch away from actually touching the person and done in slow sweeping motions from head to toe going completely around the person until reaching the starting point. I felt lots of things coming off my partner… cold points, hot points, magnetic points… It was all just fanciful, I thought. But as I talked to her about where some of those points were, my partner was incredulous. When we shared what we felt with the group, my partner blurted out, “she picked out every injury I had in my body!” The instructor smiled kindly at me again.

We went through some more energy experiments, including using divining rods made from metal coat hangers. Mine went crazy in my hands… crossing all over the place as I advanced toward other people, and sometimes swinging wildly. I couldn’t control them. Meanwhile, everyone else was struggling to feel them move at all. I saw the instructor watching me thoughtfully, but she said nothing.

Our last experiment was to have a try at sending healing energy to another person. I was paired with a man of Japanese origin. It went well until he sent healing to me. My head felt like it was going to explode. A massive migraine started. I struggled through and finally it was over. I sat on a chair feeling exhausted and in pain. People were leaving or chatting in little groups and I just felt like I was going under. I felt cold, almost like a sudden flu had taken over my physique. The instructor approached me…

“Oh you poor thing!” She looked at me with concern. Taking off her shoes (and requesting that I do the same), she sat in front of me and put her hands on both of my feet. She said, “YOU are completely ungrounded, and your energy has stopped moving down below your waistline… Exploding in your upper body and head.” I had not mentioned the migraine at all.

Her hands were hot, making me realise that my feet were freezing. She said nothing, but looked at my feet intensely as she sent the most incredibly comforting feeling into them as she pinned them to the tiled floor. I felt the energy in my head move and a downward flush of warmth through my entire body. It only lasted a few minutes before someone demanded the instructor’s attention. She admonished, “YOU need to go home and rest, and drink lots of water to rehydrate and rebalance. You need to learn how to ground too.” With that, she was gone. I felt so different, and in awe of this weird experience, that I wandered over to the sign up sheet for a course that she would be giving. I put my name and details on it, took the information sheet for the location and wrote out a cheque for the course fee. I had to know more…

(to be continued…)

Earthing ~ Primer

Earthing – A Journey

I have wanted to do a series of posts on ‘Earthing,’ for at least a couple of years now, but have had great difficulty in finding the right way to approach what I find to be a difficult, highly important concept, to portray in any sort of coherent manner. I will give credit to my good friend, raw god, for providing inspiration to approach the subject from a personal viewpoint, rather than preach in any way. It is excellent advice and actually makes it a much easier series of writings.

Before I begin with personal accounts, (which will be mixed with a little of what I have learned from other sources), I want to start in the middle of this subject. A strange place to start any account of one’s experiences, but important for any reader who might need some background on what ‘Earthing,’ or ‘Grounding’ (as it is alternatively known), means to human beings.

This documentary, released in December 2019, gives a very tangible account of why we need to connect properly with our Earth, in an electrical sense, for our own health and well-being. It is factual, has written scientific papers backing up its authenticity and is intended for a wide range of audiences. Since my partner watched this, he has been walking barefoot everywhere he is able (getting quite filthy in our pollution-filled world). I am more selective, as concrete and asphalt roads, and our man-made environments are full of insulating materials, blocking any sort of connection with the ‘earth’ beneath our feet. I hope you will watch this as it is one of the best scientific approaches that I have seen on this subject which is often shrouded in the spiritual and mystic practices of society.

I will continue this series with a very personal account of my own journey with ‘earthing,’ my on and off relationship with it, and where I want to take it going forward. My journey is unique, everyone will find something different, but I think by telling my story, just as in the documentary that you have just watched, I might just help you, my reader, with your own wellbeing journey. But more, perhaps it will also convey the urgent need for a connection with each other and all life on our planet.

Fractal Humanity

What does it really mean to be human?

I am returning to the subject of my first post here because I think Humans have the ability to understand how the Universe works and therefore how life itself works.

Fractals are the Fibonacci discovery of a pattern that applies to all life forms. Think of the infinite pattern as similar to a hologram. Each tiny piece of the hologram is a fragment replica containing the whole image.

We think of life forms as separate and different, but in fact on the molecular scale we are all the same, arranged from the same building blocks of life. Each molecule holds information that can create itself. It is no coincidence that we are made up of 70% water… for so is the earth. All life forms follow a set of rules that connect our forms in patterns already dictated by the universe itself.

So what does this mean for us everyday folks who aren’t mathematicians, scientists or amazing philosophers? It means that we must stop treating everyone and everything as separate from ourselves. This is the concept of God…a creator that holds us all in its own image. This is not a separate entity, but the all encompassing energy of everything. It is us, all of us. Human, animal and plant.

For humanity to understand fully how to incorporate this into everyday life, we have to forget the word ‘separate.’ For when we use that word, it creates ‘difference,’ ‘dislike,’ ‘fear,’ and other negative emotions that break down life, break down symbiosis, break down cooperation, break down growth. For too long, we have been told that we are separate from the animals, separate from the rich, separate from the powerful, separate from the poor or the other races; the list goes on.

We are all born and we will all die. This is the pattern of all life forms. We have, in the time in between, growth of our form, reproduction and family and an ability to feel a physical experience through our senses. Each and every life form depends on other life forms for food or existence in some way. This means that in order to be human, we also harbour other life forms within us (bacteria), and they, in turn have other life forms in them. The Planet…a living organism supports us all and the universe in turn holds the galaxies that hold the planets, ad infinitum. Time and Space is a human construct to describe our existence within the plane of our perceivable dimension of all that is. We know from infrared, x-ray and other wavelengths that what we experience physically, is not everything that exists. Time and Space is not a real form but an idea to explain to us our own physical experience and to give us a linear perspective of a non-linear universe full of different life that we cannot perceive.

All physical life forms are patterns on an energy information system that brings together everything that exists.
We are so connected, that a single thought form can be felt around the globe and even out into the universe. If we project fear, then we will see and feel fear. If we project war, then we will see and feel war. But if we project only love, then we will see and feel only love. It is that simple, and that complex.

We need to rethink how we live because the planetary system that we live in is changing. It may be that the earth becomes inhospitable for some life forms. We, as humanity, need to address how we are going to deal with those changes. Our old ‘separate’ thinking will not work now. It is time for our symbiotic nature to return. For us to feel everything in our physical plane. If we do not reconnect to our oneness then we will not know the love or joy or the bliss of everything. We will not exist.

What will a return to our symbiotic nature look like in a more down to earth world view?

Here are a few examples showing how to live a loving symbiotic life…

And finally… How Love can heal a broken spirit and bring back health and vitality.

These are not unique examples. There are many. Good stuff is around us everyday. Focus on the love and connection and forget all the negative thoughts. They will only separate you from the rest of creation. They will destroy the energy that is YOU.

Climate Future?

Climate Change has troubled me for years now. I remember back in the late 1970’s a huge hole in the ozone layer appeared due to the use of CFC’s (Chlorofluorocarbons) used in everything from air conditioners to propellant in aerosol cans.

As the years rolled on, I remember quite a few warnings about acid rain destroying our freshwater lakes and rivers. Then, in quick succession, it was nuclear accidents, oil and chemical spills, and PCB’s (polychlorinated biphenyls) polluting our drinking water, causing terrible cancers. The world seemed doomed as we realised the extent of damage we’d created. But suddenly, the media reports all went quiet.

I, like most people, didn’t give it a lot of thought at the time… But mainstream media dropped the stories about such problems and focused on the 1980’s with its rebounding economics, new music tastes and outrageous fashions. The world was focused on opulent, narcissistic living and corporations cashed in on the rush to buy, buy, buy. The madness of ‘material acquisition’ continued well beyond the 1990’s until abject greed caused economic collapse to start rearing its ugly head.

But the environmental  problems were, and are still there and worsening. Lots of hard working scientists knew it. So did the polluting industries. But until the whistle blowing by frustrated, (and government silenced), scientists began, the general public was kept intentionally, uninformed….

So here we are, nearly 40 years on and still nothing really constructive has been done to mitigate any of these pollution predicaments we have created. In fact, we have added more nuclear, more gas and coal, more oil, more chemicals and more aerosols to the deadly mix of atmospheric pollutants that now holds our planet in its grip. 

Scientists have suggested that we are now living in a different geological epoc, (The Anthropocene) and concurrently living through the sixth mass extinction period known in the Earth’s geological history.

We receive messages about clean energy and changing our ways…and that is great. Many governments are spreading the ‘clean up’ message.

Climate change scotland

Mission Climate Change

The UN is suitably worried and is encouraging everyone to keep with the game plan to reduce global emmissions.

10min climate change update
April 2017 by Scientists.

And CBS news reports on the climate trends seen so far in 2017
But is all this now just ‘arranging the deck chairs on the ‘Titanic.’
The most recent news is worrying…

Permafrost Thaw

Oceans warming 70% more than previously thought

So do climate scientists agree?

It would seem that most climate scientists do agree.

But one particular scientist says that we are not getting the whole story.
Guy McPherson, professor emeritus of natural resources and ecology and evolutionary biology at the University of Arizona. He says that we have entered into the unknown territory of Abrupt Climate Change and predicts that Human Extinctions will come in as little as in 10 years. Yes, you read that correctly – TEN YEARS…maybe even sooner!

So generally, people are not really taking climate change seriously. There are so many videos, talks, news items, scientist speaking out (risking and even losing their jobs), but we just aren’t getting the message. Instead, we ridicule and berate their dedicated work of decades and reduce it to a number of clichés. How awful that we can be so arrogant. But we will pay a price for that. Even the renowned, bubbly Biologist, David Attenborough, is extremely gloomy about our future as a species. But we are not listening.

Instead, we rave about Artificial Intelligence and a robotics dominated world. Why? While those people developing these technologies are surely doing so out of some sense of helping humanity, can they not see the awful potential of these new technologies as powerful weapons against us by the future powers that would single us out as the enemy?
I recommend watching this next YouTube video by Guy, on his ‘Nature Bats Last’ channel (although you can find lots more at https://guymcpherson.com/ ). It perhaps sums up how we should perceive the sudden, and now abrupt climate change for the unknown and unstoppable force it has become. 

What can we do, if anything?

Guy recommends reading ‘End Game’ by Derrick Jenson   http://www.derrickjensen.org/endgame/ Written in two volumes, it is an account of the end of civilisation.

And Guy also recommends an online resource for free download at https://underminers.org/ written by Keith Garnish. The name here, ‘Underminers,’ implies the sort of anarchy we might require to adjust society to being one that actually serves our existence. 

These recommendations might appear extreme, and I cannot say if they give us any solutions (especially as I have not yet read them), so… I would say, live as kindly as you can, connect with your neighbours, try to be ecological, use manpower wherever possible (ride a bike or walk instead of using a car) and live simply, reduce your waste, but also reduce your purchase of anything unnecessary or wasteful. Try if possible to learn how to do things as if you were on a self sustaining camping trip with only the barest of essentials. This will all help you to adapt during the worst of the climate change events to come. You need to be resourceful and capable of surviving extreme and fast changes, especially if you have to move away from future flooded coastlines. As Guy McPherson says, ‘I do not know your personal extinction date.’ Make your life count now! Love yourself and everyone around you.

If we could do everything possible to mitigate climate change right now, this year, do you think we might just stop the worst? That we might just keep our climate stable? I like to think so, but what are the odds that it will happen? They are so slim as to be negligible. A hotter world is coming whether we like it or not!

What else can we do, if the climate is going to keep heating?
Well, let’s start being kind to the animals who will face these awful times with us! My previous post on ‘Why Do We Hurt Animals?’ gives some insights on the importance of learning to communicate with our fellow ‘Earthlings.’ The other species we live with have much more to offer than the objects of food and trinkets that we have turned them into for our own selfish pleasures. 

My previous post on ‘Vegan Future’ offers a dietary, and optional choice, but is it really optional? I think it is an inevitable and necessary one if we are going to survive. 
The current trend to factory farm animals is unsustainable, cruel, and contributes to climate change and ecological destruction. 

Consumption of factory farmed meat is also dangerous to human health. If you do not believe me, you would likely learn for yourself by watching ‘Lucent,’ a 2014 documentary on the factory pig farming industry in Australia. The scenes are typical of the factory farm industry in other countries like the US, Canada, Spain, Britain and many European countries. These are the high industry standards. You wouldn’t want to see the poor ones! I actually had to watch most of this documentary in 15 minute slots at a time. It was the only way I could make it through the whole (and tragic) life of a pig raised for our food.
‘Lucent’ by Aussie Farms

Warning, this is very Graphic Content!

Next post up will be about learning how to be better human beings…

Where Do I Go From Here?

We all need to think like Max Loughran!

More on Max below…

We are currently in illusory states of the mind that feed a loop of constant fear, anger, war and destruction, greed and depravity on our planet. It is making us and the planet very sick! And these thoughts are paralysing our ability to move forward to create a better world.

So where DO I go from here?
All You Need is Love sung by Glee

That might sound simple, but Love is an energy….yes an energy that transfers from every person to every other form on the planet.

Are you religious? Yes! That’s great, as long as you use your religion to foster love, care, kindness, hope and betterment for everyone and everything around us. If it does anything that hurts others, or our world, don’t follow it any more and find a religion with a humane philosophy that teaches only kindness.

I personally do not follow any religion as I believe all religions have the same founding principles. They all have great merit when interpreted correctly without egotistical human intervention. My belief is that we have a founding universal energy that is ‘Love’ and it is a governing principle energy of life itself. Without it, we die!

POTENTIAL!
Children are born without our biases, without our perceptions, and without our self-created emotional shackles. I want you to watch this unique interview conducted outside the United Nations Offices. Please watch the whole interview with the articulate Max Loughan, a thirteen-year old Theoretical Physisist who has a wisdom that only 1% of us might only acheive in old age after a lifetime of searching!

What is God?

OK…I’m convinced 🙂

Video of Max making his ‘Free Energy’ device.

And here is Max’s achievement being tested on his Brother!

If you are astounded by Max’s intelligence and indeed his amazing grasp of existential laws according to theoretical physics, you will enjoy his interview about what has been termed the ‘Mandela Effect’ in which we have been shifted into a parallel universe by an experiment at CERN in the Large Hadron Collider. If this is true, we are already living in a world with different perceptions.

This is really exciting, because everything that Max believes, could be the theoretical proof that we can shift our reality, and perhaps have already done so. Could this be why our astrophysicists have started to find more planetary objects in our own solar system that were previously undiscovered?

Don’t scoff at this. Everything is possible and future events unfold according to our thoughts and deeds. It is time to stop the Egomaniacs who are turning our world into a dead planet.

Max certainly isn’t Egotistical. He is a bright human being who wants to help humanity. I hope he has a chance to make his ideas into actions and deeds that help humanity find a stargazing future.

Max’s plea, is for us all to become a ‘ripple effect’ of game changers on this planet.

You and I may not be Theoretical Physicists, but there are plenty of ways that we can personally change our world! Start by being unafraid to tackle what appears to be unsolveable problems in your life!