A peek inside my outbox:

Here is an email that I sent out to one of my friends today, who asked me about the vortices in the world. I thought maybe one of you would be bored enough to click on one or all of these links. It's good stuff.... Enjoy!



I am so glad to hear that you are interested in the Earth vortices.
So, I checked around on the internet for a link. Turns out that a lot
of "energy workers" mention the vortices and so it was hard to weed
through all the google links, but I came up with one site that seems
to explain what they are:

I also added a link to the place that I found this article because it
has so many other interesting things on it, I thought your inquisitive
mind may want to check it out. While I was looking, I was reminded of
Coral Castle. A place in Florida that was constructed in the 40's (I
think) by a wee little Latvian man who is said to have moved massive
blocks of coral by the power of sound.

I am including two links to that place because it is super cool and I
want you to wonder on it for awhile. Best as I can describe it is
that the world is full of secrets, vibration and tone is one of them.
There are people who believe that the only way to travel through time
is by emitting a certain tone/vibration from the voice while standing
over a vortex. Coral Castle was said to have been built by the use of
vibration in that the wee little man, used sound to levitate tons of
coral and move it to where he wanted it to be.
This is the same concept that Nickola Tesla (my hero) used in the
Philadelphia experiment.
That experiment involved a battleship that vanished into the 5th
dimension by the use of sound. What the government did not tell Tesla
is that the ship was manned, and when the ship was brought back, the
crew.... a sad lot.... were said to have been fused to the ship, as in
one man had his torso on one deck and his legs were dangling from the
ceiling of the deck beneath his torso, so he was fused to the floor
and screaming in agony...
It happened, like, I am not making that up. And when Tesla heard that
the plan was to continue with the experiment even though it was
killing sailors (government wanted to be able to vanish the ships and
resurface them in enemy waters undetected) Tesla quit the project and
destroyed his notes. His lab was then broken into and destroyed and
he died an alcoholic death. Tesla was one of the most brilliant minds
ever to walk the planet. He was a physicist, in case you never heard
of him...

here is a link to the Philadelphia experiment:
www.crystalinks.com/montauk.html

www.spiritual-endeavors.org/abilities/phila.htm


It's interesting to ponder. I wish i could swap brains with you for a
bit so that I could transfer information to you that way as typing it
out seems impossible. But you are a smart cookie, and i bet you can draw your own conclusions as long as you find accurate sources of information.

Anyway, in addition, there is the idea that the human body as a
microcosm has the same 7 vortices that correspond to the "chakras"
(Vedic wisdom) and that the human body and the earth feed off of one
another for energy. I know almost nothing about this as it is
something I have not thought about yet, but here is a paragraph off
the net about the science of it as well as a link to the article (4
pages long)
www.miracle2.net/resourcespage3.asp
here is the link, this is
an excerpt from page 3:

Some years ago Swedish radiologist Bjorn Nordstrom proposed a working
theory based on his observations which stated that the components of
our circulatory system carried an electrical charge. The observed
charge geometry was opposite charges on the inner walls versus the
outer walls of arteries and veins. This is not surprising as blood
flow containing iron rich hemoglobin would generate an electrical
charge as long as it was flowing. The charges on the walls themselves
were moving in opposite directions. A moving charge generates a
magnetic field transverse to the direction of movement. When this
process slows or breaks down the charge density decreases. The
magnetic field collapses and diseases like cancer ensue. Cancerous
masses exhibit an electropositive charge radiating outward from the
mass. By changing the electro-potential of the mass from positive to
negative Nordenstrom in many cases was able to make the mass dissipate
and return to normal cell growth. Hemoglobin is of course the oxygen
carrier for the body. Oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange is an
electromagnetic process involving a surfactant as well. Oxygen is
strongly paramagnetic. When oxygen levels to the tissue drop,
chemically reducing conditions predominate. Cancer is a condition that
depends on reducing conditions and low electromagnetic current flow to
manifest. This information gives strong credence to direct blood
electrification technologies.



LOTS OF INTERESTING LINKS TO COOL ARTICLES

paranormal.about.com/od/earthmysteries/


VORTICES

paranormal.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&sdn=paranormal&zu=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.angelfire.com%2Findie%2Fanna_jones1%2Fvortexes.html


CORAL CASTLE
paranormal.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&sdn=paranormal&zu=http%3A%2F%2Fatlantisrising.com%2Fissue12%2Far12coralcastle.html

paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa071999.htm

www.coralcastle.com/


THE EARTH'S CORE

www.spacedaily.com/news/earth-03k.html

Bad News:

Well, today, at 8AM
A 15 year old boy,
in a nearby town,
in the Midwest,
brought a shotgun to school,
where elementary and highschool kids both attend,
and,
the janitor spotted him,
as he was aiming at the head,
of a social studies teacher,
so,
the janitor wrestled the shotgun,
out of the boy's hands,
and ran outside with it,
to call 911.

So,
the boy,
who was still packing heat,
pulled out a 22 pistol,
and shot the principal,
3 times,
before the gun was taken away from him.

And,
at 4PM,
the principal died.

He had 3 kids of his own.

The 15 year old, who had a history of discipline problems,
will be tried as an adult,
for premeditated homicide.

Smalltown America.

What I Learned in School Today....

What I learned in school today:

WHY DO ELEPHANTS HAVE SUCH LARGE EARS??

(answer in comments section)

What i learned in wildlife ecology class today:

QUESTION:

What do dolphins drink???

Answer in comments section....

Tuesday

It's Tuesday.
Tuesdays are special for me.
Last Tuesday was a doozy...

This Tuesday it rained... AGAIN

I selected sandals over the wet sneakers of yesterday and a long bell jean skirt instead of yesterday's (still wet) Levi's. A green V-neck T-shirt and matching argyle sweater coupled with my black leather blazer and a smart pink plaid scarf I got as a gift one day, and i was ready. But not before a spritz of my treasured Vera Wang perfume.

Funny how a scent can remind you of something. Vera Wang is good to me.

I made it to class on time after depositing the first in a series of WAY overdue financial aid checks. Too much red tape, and not enough funds to cover tuition, but I don't care, i am going to my favorite class.

I LOVE love love Love, all of my classes, two are Indian studies classes, (It's back to Indian y'all, Native American is OUT and further, it is now considered offensive...)
I also deeply dig my textbooks, and would read them on my own.

My instructor is a famous Indian, like REALLY famous, and I am LUCKY to study under her.

Today we watched a video:
"More than Bows and Arrows"

"Did you know Will Rogers was an Indian?" asks my instructor as i lingered after class. The video taught us that he was Cherokee.
My stepmother is Cherokee, I want to tell her about Will Rogers, she was one of the Indians that could "pass" for white, and so was told to do so by her darker parents. She was forced to give up her "Indianess" Will was a passer too, and he divulged his Indian ness only after becoming famous. Val Kilmer is Indian too, BTW. (but I already learned that.

Also great about the day is the fact that not only do I graduate with degree in Rehab Psych this December, but I will ALSO have enough credits acrued to garner an: American Indian Studies Certificate.

Sounds pretty cool, huh?

It will help me when I write my grant proposal and go down to Pine Ridge Reservation S. Dakota later on in life. But that is another story...

Anyway,

After that i secret shopped, for a sandwich, which means that I get a 10 dollar check for purchasing and eating a 5 dollar sandwich.

After the sandwich, (at home) I had a smoke (American Spirit Blue)
And my new dolphin windchimes were moved for the first time by the wind, and I was able to hear their song.

Beautiful.

The phone rings, it is my friend J.
J. is just off school at 8:30PM and J. as it turns out, is thirsty.
So am I.
It has been a Chaotic week, Shit, a chaotic month so far...
And there is a bar across the street, so we settle on a drink and good conversation.
J. tells me there is something different about me, that I am warmer, softer, vibrant.

I have no idea what i will drink as I gave up the juice mainly due to migraines, but also due to the fact that i personally got all my drinking out of me before I turned seventeen.
Clearly i remember being 14 and sitting in someones garage chugging Everclear.
Ever chugged Everclear??
Don't.



But I order the drink that i made up years ago on Valentine's day as I was dateless and out with a sour old maid who was pushing 40 when I was not yet 30.

A broken heart
an 8 dollar drink...

Broken Heart:

In a tumbler (or rocks glass)
one shot of Chambord (a french raspberry liquer)
rocks on top (ice)
one shot grey goose vodka (if it ain't grey goose, just order a fucking screwdriver)
and then, in a tilted glass, to the side, slowly spigot in some 7-up

the end result is a clear drink, with a pool of crimson in the bottom of the glass.

Then, you insert a straw, and mix at will, thereby breaking the heart.

Genius?
Yes I am.
Any IDEA how hard it is to MAKEUP a NEW drink??
It was delicious.
and time for a smoke.
Outside, of course...

I re-enter the bar, and the music is just ending...

"We spent our time, in the hotel room, until the lights came on, and we remembered why we were really there"

Who was that singing? I wondered as my good buddy Neil, and his horse with no name came on after.

Not satisfied, I ask for sex on the beach

J. is doing Alabama Slammers
(Gin, Southern Comfort and some other crap mixed with grenadine)

~I am 15, in Texas, after tequila slammers on Galveston beach, and we are all in a bar, drunk.

"What are you having?"

asks the bartender, (a chick)

"I dunno," I reply hazily.

She looks me up and down... me, still a virgin.

Ever had sex on the beach?" She asks.

Well, I said, after some consideration...
There was this one time, but we did not go all the way...

I was referring to the day that the bonfire was blazing and some 20 something college student had me naked and running through costal waters with him at midnight. There were day-glow sea creatures washed up on shore that night, and i was drunk, stoned, and on acid, not to mention the nakedness...

[This was before the beachside bonfire exploded because some asshole threw a can of W-D-40 onto the blaze... It exploded, as W-D40 is want to do, and the wind blew the fuel, all over John Smith, another 20 something college student. I know his name was John Smith because I, still 15, was the one who found his ID at the hospital, and called his parents at 4AM to explain that their son had been burned so severely that he was in fact, in intensive care and covered in 3rd degree burns over 80 percent of his young body. But not before I woke Mrs. Smith up to explain the facts only to have her cuss me out telling me her EIGHT YEAR OLD SON was asleep soundly you fucking sick-o. Hey, i am 15, drunk, and stoned on fucking ACID for Crissakes, how many fugging MRS. Smiths can there be in the TEXAS phone book????? I altered my approach, and finally found the right mother to our John Smith.... But Prior to this, I HAD been cavorting naked on Galveston beach, with the wee day-glow oceanic beasties, telling no-name 20 something that I would not let him take my virginity]

So still drunk, from the afore mentioned tequila slammers, I explain to the bartendress that, no, in fact, we did not go all the way.

OH HOW SHE LAUGHED!!!!!!

Sex on the beach, as it turns out, is a very delicious drink as well as a pleasurable passtime that I still, at 34 have never had the pleasure of participating in.~

So, Sex on the beach is what I order after my broken heart, which goes down like Kool-Aid, BTW.

Somewhere in there J. tells me about how her father, a Vietnam Vet. had held her and her 2 younger sisters hostage at gunpoint, and the SWAT team had to be called in. She detailed the way that she felt seeing hed DAD behind locked doors in a padded room, and how years later, her mother had explained that he did that to get back at her, and FAKED a flashback so as not to go to jail.

J. Now 30, is constructing a letter to her father telling him that she needs him to acknowledge his insane behaviour and take responsibility for steering the family into dysfunction.

I never thought too much of J. until tonight, when i realized how deep it goes for her. We bonded in a drunken way on a Tuesday.

Then we got to talking about "Healthy" and what that constitutes.

"Show me a healthy person..." she says "because i have not met one yet."

"Hey brotha", I say to the man wandering up to the tavern door (we are outside smoking) "Are you healthy?"

Well, turns out I know brotha, and HE ain't healthy.
Schitzo Affective Disorder is his diagnosis, and I have know him and cared enough to listen to him since he was 19.

P. (his name) asks me then, at 27 when he can take me home.

"You are still to young for me" I tell him, and he wanders off to the place across the street taking up another man's invitation to get me high.

"Sorry, I tell him (the other young man), "I gave it up."

Then me and J. make our escape from the tavern across the street.
She sits on my couch, as so many people do, and pours out her pain regarding her father, and the letter she is constructing for him.

"There are five stages of grief" I tell her.

1) Denial

2) Anger

3) Bargaining

4) Depression

5) Acceptance


It helps her to realize that she is the only one in her large family to reach that 5th stage. She intends to bring her father there too.

It's late, I tell her, and she has class at 7:30 AM, and we BOTH have homework to do.

I need to be more active and social, so we pledge to drink again next Tuesday night, but this time, we say, 2 is the limit.

And that, is how my Tuesday played out.