The Giant Worldwide HUM - Any One Notice a Difference Recently?

Yes, I was as shocked as possibly could be when I started hearing the "giant worldwide hum"  about three to four months ago. More about that in another post.

In the last week, I have noticed that the giant world wide hum (which is not a pleasant hum) -- suddenly stopped after three to four months of nightly non-stop low pitched machine like sound.

What is the difference? I wondered.

The only difference in the world is that we are in the midst of a huge COVID-19 epidemic.  The metro area I live in is now number 3 for the worse outbreak statistics. And the county we live is the second worse.

So, why did the hum stop due to the COVID-19 epidemic?  Was there some sort of submarine activity that stopped?  Was there underground fracking or oil drilling that stopped?

Please comment and let us know -- if the giant worldwide HUM has stopped in  your area -- since the onset of the dreadful COVID-19 virus.

Thank you!

Row Your Boat (or Movies to Wake Up By)

Row your boat gently down the stream. Merrilly, oh merilly, merrily, life is but a dream.

Ever notice how sci-fi movies and  sci-fi TV shows are trying to tell us something?

The early hints of awakening seem to be littered all over film and TV and comic books.

Here's a few snippets for thought...

• Ground Hog's Day -- Oh my, learn the lessons or keep coming back...over-and-over until I change something.  I hated the concept of reincarnation.  Then it started making sense one day
• The Truman Show -- Yup, there's people up above watching and cheering us on...C'mon Truman, wake up and don't just go through the actions of status quo.  Pay attention and notice those funny hints and coincidences.  Yup, your instincts are right on. trust them. Break through that fake dome world to the real world.  The stuff you've been seeing was the facade.  Go up those stairs and rip through the dream to the real deal.  Yeah, everyone is cheering.
• Quantum Leap -- Well, a bit predictable, but it was 1989, so awakening was kind of new to some of us.  Jump around to our different lives and fix stuff, learn stuff.  Like a computer, as the operating system slices out the CPU functions to the various tasks...just like us.... slicing out the CPU to those different lives.  Jumping around....simultaneous lives.
• Jacob's Ladder -- Well, it's not sci-fi, but certainly has commentary about dying.  If there is not time, then in a few seconds or minutes, our whole life could flash through in a long story. This confusing poignant film disturbs me. It was on the 3rd viewing when I finally felt like I understood part of the message.  Years later, I see another level, that if this film as humanoids on this planet earth is just a dream, then this film certainly describes the dream.  As any great classic film, there are many levels of meaning and interpretation in this film.
• City of Angels and Michael -- Love these films and enjoy the magic of knowing there is so much we don't know.  Of course, I form my own doctrines and hope that angels can reincarnate many times... like in the Seth Books....come back many times and evolve into whatever form will serve one with the most learning for that time.
• 2000 Space Odyssey -- Definitely a film I don't totally get, but last time I saw it, the end sure seemed like a reincarnation event.
• X- Men -- Another great film.  It's all about the gifts...learning them, not abusing them, and when to hide, when to reveal.
• Contact -- Love this film with so many layers.  Hypocrisy  and religion vs. Science is one big them.  When Arroway (played by Foster) goes through the tunnel of colors in the ship...sure looks like leaving this human life to me.  She arrives at the other place and the ET put's on the form of her father -- for familiarity to her; downloads her mind. Tells her that is how it's been done for ages.  Lots of stuff in this great film.  Time travel in a few minutes.  On and on. So many layers in this favorite flick.
• The Matrix -- Can't leave this one off the list.  This film has tons of stuff.  Take the pill; don't take the pill.  Open the hatch and go down...but once you do, you can't go back.  Oh my.  Way too many layers of meaning...but a great resource when you need help in terms of feeling like you are in a war.  Some days the war is my brain; some days the war is status quo and being trapped in the corporate world.  Some days I want to put the embilical cord back on and numb out. Some days, I want to be the Oracle and prophesy a faster happy ending.  Some days I want them all go on vacation.
• Blade Runner -- She's a replicant...she doesn't know it.   Uh oh... guess what...wére all replicants.  Watch from above...watch the humanoid...that's what one starts doing when they figure out they are a replicant.    Told this to a friend once...He said -- "Think about this -- Let the watcher watch the watcher...who watches the replicant!"  Oh my.  Still working on just watching the replicant.  But...the replicant knows she is one...and the watcher is watching once in a while.

Weekly TV series - So Many that Went off  theAir:

• Heroes: People's gifts start popping up as they evolve and they get freaked out, but eventually learn how to work with their gifts
• Dark Angel:  Just love this show.  The words, "She must fight to learn her destiny" haunt me.
• Sliders: Going to other parallel worlds
• Stargate: Going through the portal.  Guy with symbol over his 3rd eye seems to be the     leader.
•  Fringe:  One about the agents who went into the other world via the water and putting some electrodes onto their heads...can't recall the name, but they got to the other side.

Well, these are just snippets of thoughts that run through my mind at times when I feel like I see some crazy connection as I learn and grow on a path of awareness.  I often connect the brain snippets with film and TV.   These surface comments are dreadfully superficial, but nevertheless, fun...when thinking about the hints that are all around us!

Row, row, row your boat...gently down the stream.  Merilly, oh merilly, life is but a dream.

The dictionary morphs

As new words are invented every day in our digital world, words also cease to exist in our language.

What happened to the word "cannot?"   When this word was not found in the Microsoft Word spell checker, it started disappearing from the language.

Oh my, and you thought Big Brother is watching you was merely Google farming your email for keywords to seed their ads.  Well, Big Brother has the power of language.  And some say that the language of the culture has much influence.... that language shapes the depth of our understanding of the world.

Hmmm....guess I'll go meditate and empty my mind of words.  Let the intuitions begin.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

The 15 story office building where I work a day job  day has eight elevators. The front wall interior of the elevators are lined with mirrors. What I find amusing is that mostly everyone riding the elevators spends a good deal of the short ride observing themselves in the mirrors.  (I do the same when riding alone, of course!  I fix my hair, brush cat fur off my clothes, and do checks for smeared mascara or slouching posture.)

When others ride the elevator, I find myself observing my fellow riders.  I am surprised how nonchalantly everyone checks themselves out, as if they are alone in the world.  After about a week of wondering why the elevator mirrors are so hard to resist, I realized why we are so attracted to our own image.  I was surprised by the answer, as at first, I thought perhaps we are all just egotistical, bordering upon narcissism.  

No--I don't think ego is the reason we all find it difficult to pass a mirror and not take a peak!  We are humanoids here on this planet earth -- and our trip here is so short!   We are clothed with these beautiful human bodies and we continue to be amazed who we are on this short journey.  Perhaps we don't come to this planet earth very often in our many travels.  Oh, the human experience and the human body are wondrous.  Even if we have forgotten this joy, our soul-- that certain something deep inside us never forgets that this visit is short.

If other realms, states of being, and dimensions do not have the time and space visual experience that we have here, imagine how intriguing this journey really is!  We have the gift of being cloaked with a wondrous beauty. Our senses can engage is a visual feast, a lovely symphony of sounds, an oasis of touch, the aromatic flight of aromas, the tasting of luscious fruits bursting with fireworks upon the buds of senses.  

We know on some level that we are amazing, and the body we get to travel this life with is happy to be worn, taken out for a parade of color and dance, while we rejoice in the visual rainbow of being a life force born in this realm, free to create, love, grow, learn, and expand!

Let the mirrors reflect the beauty that you are, the beauty that we all really are.

My voice is made of clay

Today, I heard these words as I awoke:

"My voice is made of clay.  It's rudimentary and fundamental."

I had the sense of "foundational," too.

Was I hearing my inner self, another life I have?  Or perhaps was I hearing Mother Earth.

Any thoughts?

Long Date and End of the Mayan Calendar

Here's a thought that keeps coming back to me about the end of the Mayan Calendar if using the Long Date:

Per many authorities, the Mayan Calendar ended on 12/21/2012.

For this past year, I'm learning over-and-over that time and space don't actually exist; but we are sense-based humans, so in our perceptions of reality, time and space seems to exist.

But...as we learn to live in the moment (due to increasing our awareness and consciousness), we are able to perceive that when we truly live in the moment, we are set free from time.

So, perhaps the Mayans were somehow aware  that the time of great awakening would be dawning upon the humans and the planet earth.... and that is why the Mayan Calendar ended.

The ending of the calendar could serve as a confirmation to us....that yes, indeed, we are awakening,  and that we are on the right path....of awareness... that time is an element of physical-dimension awareness; and as we become fully awakened, it will make sense; we will know that we are timeless, and all one.  There is no beginning and no end -- There just is the Infinite perfect One.

Trouble sleeping? Check the modified chemical stuff spiking the cells

Last night, I started to sleep, but instead, woke up abruptly and spent the majority of the night wide awake, and feeling like I had a chemical spike!

As I lay there, I wondered if I had any MSG in my food in the evening, as MSG is usually the culprit to blame when I cannot sleep.  (Authorities consider MSG a brain irritant.)  For years, I have avoided MSG.

Well, lo-and-behold, this morning (late morning) as I checked the ingredients of my evening meal, I found "modified food starch" in the pumpkin pie that I bought from a large popular food bulk wholesaler.  

Modified anything sounds suspicious.  (I avoid genetically modified foods as much as possible.)

After an internet search, I learn that modified food starch is a genetically modified substance.  Ugh.

Oh my, I didn't even read the label when I grabbed the tempting, but economical $6 pie at the store.

Upon further research, I learned via the helpful link below, that modified food starch is suspected of containing the chemical in monosodium glutamate -- which is: "processed free glutamic acid."

"The following are ingredients suspected of containing or creating sufficient processed free glutamic acid to serve as MSG-reaction triggers in HIGHLY SENSITIVE people..."   

Please visit the direct link for more information: http://www.truthinlabeling.org/hiddensources.html

Well, my body told me in no uncertain terms that I was experiencing the brain irritant-like symptoms of MSG.  That's proof enough for me.

Someone once said, 'the body never lies."   So, I am listening.  No more pumpkin pie from my favorite bulk food store.

And no more grabbing food without judisciously reading the labels!

I asked my city-of-cells to forgive me.  Lesson learned:  Read all food labels.  

May we collectively advocate in this country -- that we receive proper labeling here in the U.S.  We have quite a lot of work to do in that arena!

Filtering: A Challenge and Responsibility for Learning Professionals

Filtering: A Challenge and Responsibility for Learning Professionals

Curation: A Core Competency for Learning Professionals

Curation: A Core Competency for Learning Professionals

What does design mean to me?

Tonight I was filling out my application for the Wire by Design conference....when the window crashed.  Hmm....guess I won't be trying to fly to San Francisco.

Q:  What does design mean to you?

Design is the dance that manifests when a humanoid hears, feels, touches, smells, tastes, or sees the magic that comes down from the vibrational-pheres (justasposed up there somewhere above or within the exosphere), down to the earth plane. The magic falls upon...or is caught by one who pays attention. Through the five or six senses that we currently understand at this point of our human  awakening, one does her best to translate the wonder of "design,"  through the lifeforce of creating.

What my cat taught me

Otherwise known as -- What my Cat TRIES to Teach me

For the past couple of years I've been noticing distinctly that it appears that my cat has been attempting to help me -- and even teach me things.   Perhaps the word trying is not the best choice of words.  I don't think willow the cat tries -- that would require mental capacity.  Rather, willow the cat is just living by instinct...and perhaps intuition.

Willow lives in the now, the present.  Just observing her sheer joy of life in this way teaches me that perhaps I should do the same.  After all, it's working for her and she is very happy.   Me, I'm only happy for fleeting periods of time...like when I'm living in the moment, or playing, or hanging out with friends.  So perhaps the student has awakened in me and by observing Willow, the extra spill-off benefit is learning.

Willow tells me every night -- when it's time to sleep...about 11 pm or 12 pm each night.  Willow jumps onto the bed, cries, skips about, whines, howls, and even tap dances across my laptop, the laptop keyboard, and appears in a state of distress.  When I don't listen to Willow, like last night, invariably I regret not listening...as I suffer for it the next day.  Today, which is such a day -- this sunny day in which I slept in, and now have less sun and fun on a gorgeous Sunday.

Willow the cat tells me when to get up in the morning!  Again, Willow whines,  incessantly with a distressful voice that touches the motherly instinct inside me.  Oh my, I must answer the call....eventually.  Of course, sometimes I put the pillow over my head.  Willow jumps back and forth over my back, causing the bed to become a trampoline that bounces my reverie.  When Willow feels desperate, she grabs my hair between her teeth and pulls.  Now she is the one acting like the mother cat.  When I don't get up, I regret not listening to wise Willow.  Either a sunny weekend day gets away from me...or I'm late for work again on a weekday.

Willow the cat sits by her brushing-station when she wants me to brush her.  Her brushing-station is her box of toys and her brush.  Down on my hands and knees and I brush Willow...but thankfully, I then do my back stretches.  I think Willow really wants me to stretch and stay healthy...and the brushing of course, is her reward.

Willow the cat reminds me to play.

And the most wonderful time of day is Willow the cuddling cat on my lap. I need no reminders that cuddling is essential everyday.  I look forward to our evening affection.  Willow the cat's purr is the meditative song that keeps me sane and helps to get those glimpses of living in the moment.

May this humanoid become every listening...Willow has more secrets.  I wonder what she is seeing when she darts her eyes up at the ceiling in a lightning fast surprise?

  

map through the fog of your mind...or just play

Mindmaps -- helpful to brainstorm ideas:

http://www.mindmeister.com/?r=145226

Why You Shouldn't Refer to Your Team as "Ladies"

If you get referred to as "ladies" in your corporate emails, I suspect you wish you could send a link to this post to the email sender.

Lately as the office, even the female team leader is calling our female team, "ladies."   The references makes me cringe.  Not that I oppose being a lady; I conduct myself as such.

Why don't you call us, "team?"

Why must you differentiate us as ladies just because we are all female?

Do you call your male team guys or gentlemen?

By the mere fact that you make a difference indicates to me that you, a male manager, also differentiate in the way you view us....and that is a big red flag.  Why do you view women  differently?

Where I work, the manager has two teams:  Our "sub-team" you can say, is all female.  I have never heard or read this manager refer to his other team as "ladies and gentlemen."   He's busted.  As the saying goes, your words disclose who you really are.

When getting annoyed a few times last week (with a female sub-team lead calling us ladies for the second time that week), I did a Google search and only found posts from females who said they didn't mind being called ladies.  

Well, after working hours, when out with my female friends of the same age, I don't mind if we refer to ourselves as "girls."  We know we're on equal ground; we respect one another.

But when I'm on the professional turf, working my best to compete in a dog-eat-cat world  (male dog bullying the female cat), I don't like reinforcing the prevailing and lingering subconscious influence of this culture -- that females in the workplace are any different than the male counterpoint.

The only differences I can detect is that we as females utilize a lot more right-brained resources....and perhaps that is why this whole ladies thing is very disconcerting to me!

OK, go team go!

The Lesson of the Pink Trunk

Intentional downsizing, getting rid of stuff has great rewards on many levels.

Back a few years ago, the craziness of the cardinal climax (an astrological period) catapulted me from a lethargic state of stuck to an adrenaline-fever of cleaning house, decluttering, packing, pitching stuff, emptying closets.

Day 20

Day 20 of this mad race against time...There I was, emptying out the tomb-like bowels of the Narnia-land closet under my basement stairwell. I don't even remember what's under there. 15 years slipped by somehow.  Where did 15 years go?

(A few days later, the real estate sales deal of my place fell through...thankfully, because long-term adrenaline is not a pretty sight on one's body.)

I look around my home:

The basement storage closet: The closet is cluttered with holiday decorations, golf clubs, Halloween costumes, old yearbooks, broken record players...I pulled them all out from under the stairs. Oh, how can I part with my Rosanna-Danna costume? Or my Harpo Marx costume? And oh my, the downtown magazine took my photo as I came down the red carpet that night of a trendy Halloween party when I was dressed as Carmen Miranda. My headpiece was elegant, just as so many of Carmen Miranda's headpieces were.

The Garage Sale

The garage sale was a flop.

After closing up the failed sale, my garage was filled with...stuff, memories, junk, what I thought were treasures, dusty old relics. It took nine hours to pull all that stuff out of my home. Now what?

I repented of being a pack-rat. I asked forgiveness for wasted dollars. I cried tears of regret when pulling out old photos, throwing away another holiday ornament from another  holiday;s unknown year. I had not decorated the house for the holidays in 10 years. So, why is it so difficult to give up the fluffy snowman, the figurine carolers, the amber lights?

Why do I keep this stuff? I might need it...? I detect my own fear...my own want for comfort...fearing I might not have enough...enough what? LOVE!   Did I read too many self-help books?

Day 23

It's night number 23 in the race against time...right after the real estate selling deal of my home fell through. I'm bagging up any useful items for a donation truck in the morning. "Oh, someone will love these treasures," I am hoping, pushing the bags out the door. The last item to go out of the house: The pink trunk.


There it sits: The PINK TRUNK.    I cry.

Rusty hinges. Old flaked paint.  Spider webs.  Dirt.  The pink trunk is not cute...it's filthy. It stinks like an old damp musty basements, old attics, and who knows where else it has been through the generations of drama. The pink trunk of my childhood...retrieved from an attic two years ago; hidden in an attic for 33 years when a family member lived abroad.  (He now lives in heaven somewhere, and I hope he's busy helping the rest of us through this cardinal climax era of craziness.)

I Cry Some More

The pink trunk reminds me of being a child.

Where did that child go? Where did the fun go? How did I lose the fun? When did I abandon the fun? When did I forget?

I cry more.

So many of my family have gone to the other side. So few of us are left on this side of the veil.

The ugly pungent trunk prompts me to cry even more.

Then...Clarity

The sweet light and airy CLARITY flashes like fresh air...like a fairy muse.... like a butterfly landing on my shoulder:  Here is a reward for decluttering -- Getting rid of the pink trunk!  (The pink trunk contains an unpleasant story in a young child's history.)  The pink trunk is creepy and so is it's legacy.

The damn wretched pink trunk should be burned or dumped into a volcano like a sacrifice to appease the gods...donating it is too kind!

This is the creepy dirty pink trunk -- that tried to suffocate my sister!

That sarcophagus of evil that tattooed its traumatic scar upon the flesh of my sister's trust. That phobia inducing vault whose venom paralyses like an Egyptian curse...may you be purged from our family heritage in this cleansing of my life. May the sword of energy vanquish your power once and for all. May the chi of my awakening feng shui banish you to your own tomb of forgetfulness.

May the sisterhood of two women grow deeper and become as strong as the winds of change!

May the clarity of the lesson of the pink trunk awaken every corner of this woman's dwelling: Purge and pitch.   May the letting go of  old stuff awaken every cell in every city of my body, and every intention of my heart.

Yes, there are rewards to be gained from letting go, purging old stuff, purposely changing one's life!

Letting Go of Stuff Makes Way for Positive Change

Dear Microsoft Designers of Word

Dear Microsoft, Please change a feature of Word backward several years ago -- when it had a nice feature: There used to be a thick border at the top so one could drag the top window readily. These past few years, since the advent of 2007 and 2010, i spend half my working time fumbling around trying to grab the edge of the window to drag the document where I want it to lay. Even though I work with two large monitors, this need is still quite prevalent. (Oh, when I work remote on one small monitor, my loss of time increases.) Oh, whatever happened to the days of asking the user what they want? the laments of an ex-programmer (who took all the classes on design...one huge phase being: Find out what the users really want.)

The devil of this century

For many years, since childhood, I had heard that Satan is the ultimate evil one.
After reading again tonight about the decline of our food in the United States, and the ill-effects from GMO (genetically modified organism) foods (or so-called foods), I am convinced that GMO's are the modern day evil.
So, to sum it up: Rearrange the letters in Monsanto and here is what you get:
Mon Satan -- Mon being "my" in French: My Satan
Tháts what GMO's are to me: The ultimate evil, the Satan.
I digress here a bit:
Say goodbye to the honey bees. Say good bye so pollination; say goodbye to food crops. Say goodbye to your children and your grand-children. (Some studies indicate the die-off of large populations of bees past seven years is due to the pesticides embedded in GMO crops.)
Bravo to you Europe -- for requiring labeling of GMO foods.
Let us pray for Americans to wake up and start protesting again. Let us pray for the 60's -- hippies and activist to stand up and say, we're tired of greed running the country via corporate greed.
(I have stopped buying stocks. It's not much of a catalyst...but it's a start. Maybe it's a far-fetched way to begin change. If we stop the corporate profit, the greed will have to move elsewhere. If the corporation MonSatan loses its power, the people get their power back.)
Let's wake up, one by one. If not with greed and eating healthy, let's just wake-up for our own growth.

Why does the retired guy with the two acre back behind my home always do his 2 hour mowing on a Sunday afternoon when I sit on my deck??

Adobe Photoshop CS 6

Photoshop CS 6 is so dreadful, that I am compelled to post a public negative comment about Adobe for the first time ever. I have loved Adobe products for years. I was a fan of Macromedia products, and Photoshop ever since using it 10 years ago. CS6 is a dreadful mess for so many reasons. If you want to have any type, forget it. I have been trying for 45 minutes to place two sentences. The crop tool is all messed up. Other tools are a mess. I want to swap CS6 for ANY other version. I will be dragging out an old machine just to use CS2.

Helix Nebulae...Here I come..or There I was!

Happened upon this photo of a nebulae. What is striking...is that I have seen it...about a year ago. It was rotating in a spiral. (Saw it once or twice... in my mind's eye.) Not sure what that means!
NASA Photo of the Day - Helix Nebulae
Anyone have any thoughts about that? Did I time/travel? Did I come from there and had a remembrance.
Would be nice to see it once again--at will!
xx

Just happened upon an article in Southern Cross Review...What caught my eye was the sketch of the same spiraling wave formation that I have seen for years:

http://southerncrossreview.org/85/powell-2012.htm

Scroll down about half-way through the article to the galaxy system map!