Watch, Notice, Be Aware

Long ago, so the Legends Tell Us, the Mystics, Seekers, and Shaman Bowed to Ra at First Light.

Now, so many years later, we find that the morning sun’s first rays are rich in red light. The red end of the light spectrum is Infrared, healing rays.

 The morning sun is low in the sky. Thus, we are looking through a stacked-up atmosphere. Thick? (I’m so scientific). That atmosphere blocks out much of the blue rays—Ultraviolet (UV), which can burn us. (However, you know not to look directly at the fiery ball of the sun. I’m warning you again.)

When we lived in Hawaii, we couldn’t see the sunrises or sunsets for the trees stood in the way of them. I have written of this so many times you are probably tired of reading it. My mind goes back, though, when I begin talking about the sun. Fascinating that when you live on a tropical island where the day and nights are about an equal 12 hours, I would be up before the sun.  From where my computer sat in front of a wide expanse of glass, I would watch as the green became enlivened as though the morning goddess was slowly turning up the light level.

Why, oh why, thought, do we have to be on a tropical Island to stop and watch sunrises and sunsets? One day, Daughter Dear and I chased the sun down the coastline to escape the cloud cover and landed in Kona where the sky was clear. People had stopped alongside the road to watch the sun slowly sink into the water. (No sizzle.)

We stopped and watched it with them. 

We need to do more of that.

It would seem that sunsets might also supply this red light, although Hubby says that perhaps the evening atmosphere blocks out more of the red. I don’t know. 

On the July 4 blog, I wrote of how the cells’ mitochondria (little powerhouses that float about in the cytoplasm of the cell) are activated by red light. The eyes’ retinas are rich in rods and cones, (cells), and thus in mitochondria. Since the eyes have a high energy need, and those little mitochondria become less efficient as we age, red light therapy can come to the rescue.

 “Deep red light reboots aging retinas like “recharging a battery?– Nick Layars. 

The Journal of Gerontology, University College, London.

The ultraviolet (UV) rays –at one end of the light spectrum–can damage the eyes and give you sunburn.

 That’s the reason I warn you so often.

 I’m writing this for all the people who responded favorably to my vision training blogs and asked for more.

 The sun produces three ranges of radiation –UVC, UVB, and UVA.

Featured snippet from the web:

Short-wavelength UVC is the most damaging type of UV radiation. However, it is completely filtered by the atmosphere and does not reach the earth’s surface.

Medium-wavelength UVB is very biologically active but cannot penetrate beyond the superficial skin layers. It is responsible for delayed tanning and burning; in addition to these short-term effects, it enhances skin aging and significantly promotes skin cancer development. Most solar UVB is filtered by the atmosphere.

 The relatively long-wavelength UVA accounts for approximately 95 percent of the UV radiation reaching the earth’s surface. It can penetrate into the deeper layers of the skin and is responsible for the immediate tanning effect. Furthermore, it also contributes to skin aging and wrinkling. For a long time, it was thought that UVA could not cause any lasting damage. Recent studies strongly suggest that it may also enhance the development of skin cancers.

 UVC has the shortest wavelength of light, and is the most damaging. If your eyes are tired, sore, and gritty after a day at the beach skiing or boating, you may have experienced UV radiation exposure. 

 (People unconcerned about the ozone layer should look into this. I hear the hole in the ozone is healing –thank heavens. Let’s keep it healthy.)

Although direct sunlight is hugely damaging, reflected UV rays can be even worse. 

Grass, soil, and water reflect 10%

Fresh snow 80%

Dry sand, 15%

Seafoam 25%

Now we move to the good stuff:

Infrared radiation (FIR)

Studies have found red light to stimulate cells and tissue.

“Saunas and specialty lamps (like heat lamps we put over baby chicks, and the ones in Zoos to keep tropical animals warm have become “safe and effective.” [Abstract, Fatma Vatansever, and Michael R. Hamblin]

 “Thermal radiation, Infrared, has been used effectively for millennia to treat or ease certain maladies and discomforts.” (After childbirth, women who have sustained injury are given heat lamps.) 

This morning I was acutely aware of how clear everything was and thought how lucky we are for vision–and in color. How perfect is that?

We forget how blessed we are when we are grumbling about being locked down, controlled, etc. Not that we should take any loss of our freedoms lying down, no indeed, if we don’t claim freedoms for ourselves, there are plenty who will take them from us. (And it appears that they are.)

Whoops, I Looked at What Is

A few days ago, on a day built for basking in the sunshine and walking along the river, my husband and I followed a sidewalk along the Willamette River. I told my daughter that with all the beauty out there, I could forget any Coivid19 virus existed except for people walking along wearing masks. 

That’s the purpose,” she said, “to remind us that there is danger out there.” She has heard that the wide-spread of masks is called “Security Theater.” Maybe “Political Theater.” 

Is this submission of the public?

 I suspect continual talk of Corona virus, masks, and numbers infected will go on until there is a vaccine. Isn’t that the end game?

What to do? Who to believe? To mask or not to mask? Another way we can choose sides and rail against the one that differs from our team.  Look at the data. (Ten years of study, with no apparent difference between wearing a mask and not wearing a mask and contracting the disease.)

Yesterday I fell into the web of despair after reading and hearing about where all this could be going. Altering our DNA to produce immunity to this virus? (First tomatoes and corn, and other vegetables, now genetically modifying human beings? Stop it. Find another way.) 

This morning I needed a reality check. Instead of looking at what is, look at how I want it to be. Are you like me and listen to motivational talks, but still fall off the wagon? (Remember old Zig Zigler said, “Some say motivation doesn’t last. Neither does bathing, that’s why we need it daily.”

So, this morning I got in the car, loaded a CD into the CD player, and took myself to Dutch Bros for an iced coffee. As I sat and listened to the tape, I realized that I kept forgetting that’s it’s ATTITUDE, which creates. 

 Most people respond to what is—to what they see and hear, and allow that to drive their emotional state.

Instead, we ought to set our emotional dial on the upbeat, feeling good aspects, and allow them to come to us. Attitude determines our joy or unhappiness.

I keep forgetting that the more we push against something, the more it pushes back.

We came to this planet excited, like children going on a picnic. We expected it to be fun. And then we became mired down by the ones that don’t believe that. I guess they think they were dragged into life kicking and screaming. Maybe they were treated poorly as children. Perhaps they believe life is a veil of tears as it has been written.

You can go there if you want, but it doesn’t make for a fun existence. Don’t believe what I’m saying? Think of this: A few people have enormous wealth. The others are working hard for their bread and keep. So, what if we divide all the money up and give everyone a share. Soon, all the money will be back in the hands of the ones who were rich before. We divide up the money again—the same thing. Soon a few will have the lion’s share of the wealth. What’s going on here? 

The ones without (Money, fine houses, whatever it is they want) complain. the ones with (all those things) are enjoying their wealth. It’s fun having money, they say. They enjoy the gathering of it. 

I’m not saying this is fair or right, or that rich people are honest or even nice. I’m saying their ATTITUDE creates the flow.

Last night my attitude smelled like a litter box. 

I’m climbing back up the attitude ladder.

I know I began this blog talking about red light, and that can help our eyes, our health, and well being, then I segued into talking about the virus. It appears we can’t escape it. It is affecting every aspect of our lives.

Heavens, a little 92 year old lady my daughter cares for (oh, today is her birthday, I guess she’s 93) is sequestered away, as safe as they can possibly make her. She sees only the caregivers. and her doctor, yet she is deathly afraid she will get the virus. And what does she do? She watches the news on the hour, with the death toll being the most appealing. (I guess it’s like the fascination of a train wreak.)

We had influenza’s before, but we didn’t lock down the world, reboot the economy, put people out of work, and chase them home to do their work in private where they do not talk to another living soul. 

Now people are dying of loneliness, and one person I know developed emphysema from wearing a mask all day.

When are we going to stop taking this? The media will keep throwing death numbers before us to keep us off kilter. My other daughter showed me a graph of pandemics, where the flu of 1918 was a 5. We’re a 2. Most of the people who die are elderly. I’m sorry. I don’t want anyone to die, but look at it this way, their health is compromised. Every year people die of the flu. I don’t like it. I hate it. but it’s a fact.

Now they are interfering with how people relate to each other.  I saw one sign that said if someone is coming your way, go the other.

This is crazy.

When are we going to say enough is enough?

Oh yes. A savior is coming in the form of a hypodermic.

Stop it. Don’t let them do it to us. Stop being a victim. Take control. Don’t fight, just get into your heads what reality is and then we might all laugh when a hypodermic needle comes at us, and say, “No, thank you.”

Wouldn’t that take the steam out of things?

Remember back to the Peace marches when one slogan was, “What if they have a war and nobody comes.”

Would they then shut down the borders, close the airports to anyone without a pass? Would they close  sporting events, concerts, wide gatherings–no more Woodstock. Thirty thousand kids peacefully gathered, and that was in 1968. and you know what else was happening in 1968? A pandemic.

This sounds like a Police State to me. Does anyone else see it that way?

Isn’t quality of life high up on our list of priorities?

By virtue of my age and having live through some things, like the assignation of JFK, and Bobby Kennedy, and Martin Luther King Jr, and John Lennon—a time when they were killing our peacemakers, I’ve earned the right to yell a bit.

Most people now don‘t remember the rationing of certain foods even after WWII  had ended. (My family gave their sugar rations to my mother so she could make Christmas candy.)

I’m saying we came from strong stock. Remember what American was built on?  FREEDOM. Freedom  which gives ALL the right to pursuit happiness. and they didn’t say, “Just white people.”

It’s time we reclaimed our power. Be strong. Be courageous. Don’t let anyone control your destiny—which is to live in joy.

Be grateful for the things you enjoy, and sweep out the things you don’t. Time for house cleaning.

Imagine that the Universal Consciousness is like a child who appreciates being appreciated. (As do we.) Perhaps The-Great-Power-That-Is shines It’s light on those who are grateful, and says, “Well done.”

Native American saying: “Give thanks for the unknown blessings already on their way.”

Regarding my “Newsletter, that is really a journal: 

I’m still on the path through the jungle searching for the spot where the tiger belches. It’s that place where we realize our purpose, our direction. Paulo Coelho’s little shepherd boy in The Alchemist travels to find the treasure that he calls his “Personal Legend.” 

His Personal Legend is his destiny. 

Sometime along the trail, we are met with obstacles.

I have committed myself to a year of writing “Where the Tiger Belches.” Will it take us a year to find that spot? What if the tiger is still standing on that spot when we find it? Does he belch loud enough for us to hear it a long way away? What if we find it on issue #3? Have I painted myself into a corner? Is this Newsletter worth the price? You decide.

I’ll keep on keeping on.

 There’s a lot of trust going on here.

The second issue of Where Tigers Belch was released on July 21, and will come out of the 21st of each month. each issue is $1.99.

For all 12 issues, the price is $12.99, the price of a magazine, but with no ads. Whenever you jump in, you will get all 12. 

 That means you won’t miss any stops along the way.

If We Stop Talking to Each Other, We’re in Deep Dodo.

 “Loneliness seems to have become the great American disease.”–John Corry. (Sent to me from a reader.) 

Aw.

What do you think of parental controls—not for the kids, for us?

Google has announced that they will take down anything addressing the Covid19 virus that doesn’t follow the Mainstream Dialogue.

Facebook has censored dissonant voices regarding this lockdown. (Their choice since they are an independent organization, but strange to my way of thinking.)

What are they afraid of? 

Silly me, I thought an educated populous could listen to various sides, form a conclusion, and make up their own minds. Isn’t that the way juries work? Isn’t that what debate is about? 

I heard a comment by Dr. Christiane Northrup OBGYN (Famous for her book, Woman’s Minds Women’s Bodies) regarding a Medical Intuitive. His advice, she said, was the same she had put on twitter about a month ago. It was there for a mini-second, then zip-gone. He offered advice on how to lessen the pathogen load for people who have contracted Covid19. (Apparently, you can get a little dose or a big one depending on the length of exposure.)

Take a hairdryer, hold your hand over the exhaust, and blow the hot air into your face. Breathe the hot air for a minute or two, three times a day. Afterward, use a saline spray, something that moisturizes the nasal passages.

Notice that this offered advice, no claim. It doesn’t seem all that dangerous to me. 

Daughter dear offered another explanation for the reason the hot air worked. Remember the humidifier from the last blog? Humid air and the virus are incompatible. Perhaps the hot air evaporates the moisture within the nasal passages and thus creates a nasal sauna.

I’m just guessing. I have no data to support this idea. I just see no harm in it.

Today, however, I’m in a Quandary.

I have declared that I want to help people Survive and Thrive, so what is the best way to do that?

On the one hand, I can talk about various alternative theories as to why we have this virus in the first place. I can sympathize with people. I can comment on where this pandemic is going. I can rail on how easily people are manipulated when Fear is the motivating force. I can be depressed at how easily people give up their freedoms.

I know that the way to convince people of your way of thinking is to present them with a problem, let them stew in it for a while, then offer the solution. (Yea! Applause! You fixed it!)

Instead, I’m calling in the Light Beings.

Gather around all you little fireflies.

By light beings, I’m not being airy-fairy—well maybe a little. To use the word LIGHT means to carry understanding, encouragement, support, and a belief that the light (knowledge) will win over the darkness. 

A light being is one who had taken back their power.

I have heard it said that women are carriers of the light. Not to insult any wonderful males, it doesn’t mean we have the answers, it means we carry the lantern to light up the trail.

Most of us have been feeling powerless. We can’t control this virus. We believe in free elections, but find that they aren’t. We want to follow laws, but find that instead we are following mandates given by people who aren’t professional, or scientists, and are basically shooting in the dark.

So, to enforce these mandates, they use fear, guilt, coercion, and social pressure.

If you wonder what I am talking about, it’s not the virus, it’s the ramifications from it. Such as:

Who benefits from this lock down?

  • Is there an agenda behind it?
  • Is there anything in this present scenario that smells bad to you?
  • Do you think the people in power have our best interests at heart?
  • Do they really care that much about our health?
  • Are they afraid that the virus will decimate the earth’s peoples, and they must stop it?
  • Is the desire to make money behind it?
  • Is this about control?
  • Do they want to immunize the entire population of the planet?
  • If you are not immunized, can you go travel anyplace, go where you want to go, like school and sports events?
  • Will they inject a chip in all of us verifying that we have been inoculated, and where we are at all times? If they—whoever they are– start chipping us, where does that lead?
  • Do people know that aluminum is used in inoculations? Do they how dangerous aluminum is when injected into the body? 

We are advised to give up aluminum in frying pans and deodorants, where we absorb a small amount of aluminum. When aluminum is injected under the skin, we absorb 100%. Aluminum has been linked to Alzheimer’s as well as other adverse conditions. Do we want to risk it, especially when told this will end the pandemic? 

We got the Pharmaceutical Companies to remove the mercury, but now they use aluminum in immunizations.Isn’t there a safe alternative? Can we place controls on Big Pharma as they were prior to 1986? Is there a way to talk about this without fighting? It is so political we go into a polarization—like you’re either with me or against me.

Did you know that Vaccine manufacturers are exempt from liability?

WASHINGTON – In 1986, Congress passed the National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act (NCVIA), creating a no-fault compensation program to stabilize a vaccine market adversely affected by an increase in vaccine-related lawsuits and to facilitate compensation to claimants who found pursuing legitimate vaccine-inflicted injuries too difficult and cost-prohibitive.

I experienced “Cognitive Dissonance” regarding the above commentary.

A few days ago, I didn’t know what Cognitive Dissonance meant. Dr. Christiane Northrup explained it to me. 

Imagine that you are a devout Catholic. You have gone to mass, given your confession, sent your son to be an altar boy. To your horror, you find that dear old Father Not So feel Good has been sexually molesting his alter boys.

Sweet old Father Not so Feel Good? No. How could he? I’ve told him my innermost secrets. I trusted him.

Coming face to face with a truth opposite your belief system is excruciatingly painful. That is Cognitive Dissonance.

It’s going to take a strong arm to hold up the lantern.

Are we up to the task?

Some believe this current state of the world is an Awakening. And many have been waiting for it. It’s hard though, just when you think the hero is about to win, the nemesis comes up with a new tactic. We have to remember that giving birth to humans isn’t easy, nor is giving birth to a new reality. As our primitive lizard brain holds on to its old views in new data, so do the denizens of darkness bring on a fresh onslaught of slings and arrows. 

We need a civil rights leader to rise up from the crowd and teach people about non-violent protests. (Protesters in Portland Oregon are getting tear-gassed.)  Remember Martin Luther King Jr.? I don’t know how he did it.

One principle many carriers of the light know is that when we push against a thing, it pushes back.

Another principle is that whatever we focus on tends to grow larger.

Focus on love and it grows.

Focus on worry and it looms up in graphic detail.

Focus on health and happiness and more is available for you.

I received this from a reader:

“I have a new philosophy. I’m only going to dread one day at a time.” by Charles M. Schulz. (You know him, the artist who created Peanuts)._

And I found this about the actor Bill Murray:

“Bill’s whole life is in the moment,” says Ted Melfi, who directed Murray in the movie St. Vincent. “He doesn’t care about what just happened. He doesn’t think about what’s going to happen. He doesn’t even book round-trip tickets. Bill buys one-ways and then decides when he wants to go home.”

Once he asked a cabbie in NY what he liked to do. The Cabbie said he liked to play the saxophone, but didn’t have much time to practice. Bill asked him stop the car, go to the truck, get out his sax, and while the fellow played his sax in the backseat, Bill drove the cab.

This inspires me, how about you?

It’s an attitude, a way to approach life.

P.S.

On the home front:

Normally when faced with a manual to fix something I call my husband or grandson.

Last week I had to face a manual alone. It was a 16-page manual to format my book for its paperback edition. I did the interior. Then came the cover. I couldn’t for the life of me get mine to fit into their system, so I went with one of their templates which only changed the font of the title.

After hitting “I accept,” where I was like the proverbial check signer circling the sign-line. I clicked, and they gave me the price of printing. I could price the paperback from $8.34–necessay to coverprinting and fees-to $250.00. I figured nobody would purchase a book for $250, so I checked on $8.99.

That would give me a 38-cent profit, $9.99 would give a profit of 99 cents. I chose $12.99 at a $2.78 profit.  

I just got an email that my paperback book is alive on Amazon! No kidding right now, and I just completed it yesterday. It’s amazing that it worked, and so fast.

Well daughter dear, you can have a real-life-hold-in-your-hands-book—and anyone else who so desires. Kindle or paperback, you choose.

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