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Rain Making and Wind Bending

Fire season, formerly known as summer, during 2023 in our province of British Columbia (BC) was the worst ever both in terms of number of fires and forest hectares lost to fire.

During the middle of August, statistically the sunniest time of year, BC found itself in a declared State of Emergency. At that time we had >375 forest fires ablaze.

My friend Adam and I had previously enjoyed some apparent success in both creating sunshine for a special event on rainy day and making it rain all over the entire province when much of it was burning, on August 15th, 2021 the sunniest day of the year.

This year, 2023, as August 15th approached, my intent was to determine whether our apparent success was due to one of us independently, both of us together, or, always a possibility, just coincidence. I was apparently independently successful even though things never went anywhere near to what could be expected.

The closest forest fire to us on August 12th was east of the community of Naramata far enough away to be of no threat to the community. It was the Sterling Creek Wildfire. For several nights, using the online weather and forest fire maps I attempted to create rain over the affected area. No rain occurred but when the 15th arrived the fire was downgraded to “Under Control”. It was a rather mediocre success if even that.

But, that same morning, my friend Jon posted on Facebook a request to pray for the small community of Fort Smith which was threatened by forest fires in the Northwest Territories. I wondered if it makes a difference to the success of the experiment if there’s love or compassion involved in targeting a fire with weather? I looked at the satellite weather to find that there were rain clouds in the area headed in the right general direction. All that had to be done was to get them to release their wet payload right over the town. Using the same visualization and feelings of grateful euphoria imagining the cool refreshing rain falling on my face and skin, the life giving beneficence, revitalization and general love of a rainfall already achieved I impelled the clouds to rain atop of Fort Smith and they did so within hours. That was the last we heard of it but evidently the battle against the Wood Buffalo Fire went on for quite a while. The newly-constructed fire breaks significantly changed the landscape of area but it saved the town. The rain upon request was an entirely unexpected success on that very particular day and it would lead to another unexpected success a few days later.

We had just arrived at the north-facing waterfront beach of Okanogan Lake for a swim. We sat down and watched a great cloud of smoke crossing the long lake towards us so we got up again and went home. The next morning our car was covered with ash. A forest fire at the other end of the lake, near the larger city of Kelowna, had increased 100 fold due to winds from the northwest fanning the fire like a bellows. Ten thousand households were on evacuation order and firefighters where coming in from everywhere. Buoyed by my recent apparent success with creating rain at Fort Smith I felt cocky enough to try impelling some desirable weather toward the significant need being felt by our neighbours to the north.

But when I looked at the weather weather map this time there wasn’t a cloud to be found in the entire province or within the American states to the south. The nearest clouds off the west coast were hundreds of miles out in the Pacific Ocean. There was no moisture to be found anywhere reasonably proximal in the sky.

So I changed tactics. The immanent danger was from the strong northwest wind continuing to conflagrate the city so I tried to still the wind. I felt great love for the city and undertook to hold the previously gusting wind completely still. I admit that I imagined a little rain, out of habit, but mostly I thought about bringing the peace of stillness to the area. I did this at night for two days and for those two days the wind in Kelowna was completely still. The news reported that it was a good two days for firefighting around the city but the firefighters complained that they couldn’t deploy areal water-bombing resources for lack of visibility due to the smoke.


So I opened a wind direction map online and attempted to make the wind blow again, in order to clear the smoke, back in the direction from whence it came; the northwest. Sure enough, the next day the wind blew in precisely the right direction the next day for 8 to 10 hours. The bad news was that the visibility in Kelowna, the city with the worst visibility in the world at that time, only doubled increasing from something near 2% up to only 4% leaving it too smoky still for water bombardment.

With previous attempts to influence the weather, not considering that this was the sunniest time of year, the odds were somewhat binary either turning the rain spigot on or off (not counting the grey area option of mere cloudiness). Stopping and directing the wind, however, not only added a whole new unexpected option but also involved a specific compass direction making the odds of success far more unlikely. This was a third good day for firefighters in a row.

On August 19th, the same day that I started effectively praying for Kelowna, a downgraded hurricane Hillary hit Los Angeles notwithstanding the odds of a hurricane hitting LA being extremely low. In the following days, it led a path of rain that spanned the United States. On the 23rd of August, the day after I had some apparent success in directing the wind to the Northwest, the arc of the swath of rain from Hurricane Hillary backed into the region and graced Kelowna with a little rain.

At that point the evacuation orders were all lifted and Kelowna residents were returning to their homes. Feeling quite emotionally exhausted from the undertaking, despite the forest fire lasting for some time longer, I discontinued my weather-altering efforts at that time.

These weather experiments are anecdotal and, even if they prove reproducible, are currently beyond scientific understanding. I’ve only attempted changing the weather 4 times; Two times for sunny events and two times for forest fire mitigation with 3 separate fires involved on this mid-August occasion. That’s not a lot of data. It’s important to approach such phenomena with both a critical and open-minded perspective, recognizing that scientific understanding of these processes is still evolving. Sometimes events may appear to align with our intentions purely by chance and it’s essential to consider the role of coincidence in any anecdotal accounts of weather manipulation. Weather remains a complex and unpredictable influenced by numerous factors, and while individual experiences may suggest a connection between feelings, intention and weather outcomes, more rigorous scientific investigation is needed to draw definitive conclusions.

Notwithstanding I’ve gotten seriously unlikely positive results 100% of the time for the 4-6 experiments that I’ve undertaken and it merits further experimentation for as long as the results remain positive. I may one day end up humbled for having made these unlikely coincidences public but, until then, I’m already humbled by the awesome scope of the results.

At this time rigorous scientific investigation seems unlikely. Until then, with thousands of forest fires now abundant every summer across North America there are plenty of opportunities for good people to experiment with stopping them if they want to try this on their own or with others. We’ll never know if we don’t try.

A significant step is having the audacity to make the attempt.

How You Can Make Fun Wonderful Rain

Since entering my 60’s I’ve experienced more miracles than at any other time of life. One of these was making it rain on the sunniest day of the year; August 15, 2021.

See my earlier video about a couple of experiences of apparently creating sunshine on rainy days when we were hosting special events.

The occasion described here is the first, and only, time that we made it rain and it was an experiment with a high degree of probability to be an extraordinary phenomenon if it worked.* It was the middle of August, actuarially speaking, on the very hottest days of the year during a summer, after Vancouver had experienced a Heat Dome, after two towns had been razed from existence by wildfires, and while well over 300 forest fires were raging across the the province. It was the hardest time of year to make it rain – but we did.

The story hasn’t been told until now because there’s a certain amount of consternation around how the experiment went so terribly wrong.

Earlier that summer in Vancouver 619 people died and emergency services were run rampant during the Heat Dome. It was the deadliest weather event in Canada to date. Many people don’t have air conditioning in the Lower Mainland and, when I took a nap on the couch on that day in June, I awakened to lift a very hot and aching head from an equally hot couch cushion wondering how close I had come to needing emergency services myself.

It wasn’t always this way in British Columbia (B.C.) but, with the onset of global warming, the season of summer in this well-forested province has become synonymous with ‘Fire Season’.

Punishing heat waves and drought conditions led to 1,610 wildfires during the summer of 21′ and over 828 thousand hectares were burned. Two towns were completely erased. Many friends in B.C.’s interior were either evacuated, or on evacuation warning, with smoke everywhere and infernos closing in.

My friend Adam Andriashek and I had previously successfully collaborated on making inclement weather sunny for a group picnic event in the Volant story (the video above). Adam now lives in Castlegar, B.C., one of many cities endangered by fire, and we decided to collaborate, against all odds, on making it rain. We came to this agreement during the hot, dry, dog days of summer leading up to August 14th/15th weekend in 2021. August 15th is the sunniest day of the year. This is why so many outdoor festivals are scheduled for the nearest weekend. It’s literally statistically-speaking the hardest day of the year to make it rain.

The trick to making it rain is to feel it, and appreciate it, before it has happened; it’s to imagine gratefully enjoying the happy, cool, cleansing life-giving feeling of rain falling softly upon you. Mentally outdoors spin your body around, with arms extended outward, feeling the joyful cold delicate pelts of rain build slowly. Feel the cool, quenching, thirst-slaking, life-giving goodness showering generously, lushly and lavishly all around washing the dust off the cars and the streets cleansing the world and giving it life. Feel it quenching the thirst of every living thing and leaving everything wet and refreshed. Enjoy feeling the rain as if it was hitting your skin.

I undertook this mental exercise several times during the days prior while watching the satellite weather map for the the entire province. While the clouds usually travel inward from the west coast to the east, on this occasion I watched the clouds swirl in Montana, Idaho and part of Washington and rise up northward and cover the parched entirety of British Columbia.

It rained in Burnaby on Saturday the 14th at about 9 or 10 in the morning; a light sprinkle that lasted for only about 10 minutes as we departed from a local café. It would also rain all over most of the province later that, and the following, day.

Unfortunately it didn’t rain with any significant volume anywhere and the net result was 12 more forest fires, due to thunderstorms, across the province than there there were previously. It was remarkable that it happened right at precisely the time that we were trying to make it happen but the net result was the opposite of the desired affect; more forest fires than before.

It was at once both an empowering and a humbling experience.

If you ever undertake to make it rain somewhere, make it more regional than across an entire province, state or country in order to concentrate the desired, visualized, and felt precipitation into an area where it could have sufficient efficacy to properly water something.

Cheers!

* Similar in specificity to the way that my Argus-Eyed experiment related to Running Miracles, this instance of weather-changing is reasonably verifiable as psi-involved as evidenced by the long odds against it happening on this acutely sunny date.

Dear Gary; About Trump Classified Espionage and Today’s New MAGA

Dear Gary, pursuant to our email thread,

Edgar Cayce said that when certain inequities occur, uprisings, including riots, “must” happen. I searched for EVERY instance of ‘rebellion’ in his readings and he ALWAYS advises against it except on two occasions when his observations took the same form: ‘Your soul advanced by rebelling against abuse and misuse of the crystal (one example) but it lost ground more when you abused its power yourself’.

“If those in position to give of their means, their wealth, their education, their position, do not take these things into consideration, then there must be that levelling that will come. For unless these are considered, there must eventually become a revolution… things as crime, riots, and every nature of disturbance.”– Edgar Cayce 3976-19

By “inequities” Cayce certainly meant ‘socio-economic’, as has repeated itself throughout history “When the rich get too rich”. That’s certainly afoot again today, as almost always, but I also believe that there are information and empirical knowledge based inequities afoot too that are attracting their own irrevocable karmas.

There are rampant “Deep State” conspiracy theories circulating on the Internet these days but, for what it’s worth, I consider the perpetrators of these informational inequities to be the Majority Intelligence Group and Operation Mockingbird to be the moniker for their control of the 6 enormous homogenous news conglomerates that dictate what is legitimate news and, perhaps more importantly, what isn’t.

I believe this has given karmic birth and rise to the Vesuvian output of lies from FOX News and other far right media as well as seemingly infinite online news alternatives that are aptly, unfortunately, known as a ‘Hall of Mirrors’ for reflecting back every user’s predetermined biases. Worse yet political opinions is now, psychologically and algorithmically, forced upon susceptible users. The US-made Facebook app that identifies a nation’s most radical individuals, and operationalizes them, was launched by Steve Bannon against the U.S. shortly before Trump took office and is still running today.

Truth is a Fruit of the Spirit and is ‘of God’. Perhaps those who can cut through all the media noise best are those who most often honestly align themselves daily with The God’s Honest Truth even when it hurts. A consistent metric of about 40% of the U.S. don’t appear to be able to see the truth at all, it often being obfuscated by FOX news-generated “HATE”. They literally use the word “Hate!” more than any other media program.

To the best of my knowledge Republican gerrymandering was at its height right after Trump took office. The backlash to Trump, however, for the mid-term and presidential elections put Democrats in charge to return to normal what they could of gerrymandered districts. It’s still a serious problem, to be sure, because the Trump diehards in the U.S. constitute 40% of the population and Republican congressmen number more than that, but the problem isn’t as bad as it was in 2016 when so many districts were gerrymandered that many were saying that the Democrats could never win an election again.


The new tactic that Republicans are overtly widely undertaking, is taking over election office positions so that they can make up whatever BS they want for election results at the local level. The Proud Boys, for example, now control the elections office in their regional district. I’m not confident that enough Democrats are aware of this danger to fight hard enough against it during the November midterm elections. I do expect that this will be a determination of the January 6th Committee however.

The Republicans are trying to destroy democracy in the U.S. and it seems likely that it’s because they’re a ripening pimple getting squeezed by the fact that they haven’t won the popular vote in quite a long time. The benefits of The Electoral College, a remaining vestige of slavery, that Republicans enjoy isn’t democratic either. The fact that this makes the U.S. not a true democracy appears to be a powerful facet in its possible destruction.

While the urgency of saving democracy seems to call for all due vehemence against its aggressors the most long-term far-sighted perspective is to look to, cultivate, and maintain within ourselves the Fruits of the Spirit; Patience, Tolerance, and (No one’s favorite) Long-suffering being notable among them. Long-suffering often crossed my mind while Trump was in office.

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By their fruits ye shall know them.

President Biden and Attorney General Merrick Garland seem to be good examples for the rest of us. The Biden administration has, in this past month while he suffered through 2 bouts of Covid, passed more meaningful and positive legislation for the American people than has been passed in many decades. This with a 100% noncompliant partisan Republican opposition. He’s done this by ignoring the drama and patiently and diligently (also Fruits) working for what is good and right.

Merrick Garland too has been endlessly patient with Trump and has been biding his time, even coddling him, to try to get things exactly right in accordance with the rule of law.

With news of the recapture of the Top Secret Compartmentalized Nuclear Intelligence secreted away at Mar-a-lago it looks to me like the evidence is clear. They can’t let him off without potentially making espionage legal. His personal end has arrived.

We just have to be patient with the many spiritually impaired God’s children and continue to set the best possible example for them while hoping that they don’t act up too hatefully as they learn.

How about this coming Saturday as an alternative to our rain-checked BBQ? This summer is rapidly running out of weekends.

Despite having heard from the occasional follower I learned this week that, besides myself, you’re the only one who has subscribed to my Martyan Chronicles blog. I suspect that this is because, in the early days, there was a simple RSS (Really Simple Syndication) button that you could just push to subscribe via email. I don’t even know if a subscription is possible anymore.

In appreciation of this I’m thinking about publishing this email as a blog post titled “Dear Gary, (with the title including catchwords like Trump, Biden, Garland, Espionage etc). Are you OK with that?

Yours,
Marty

Adorable

A number of age-related physical challenges have descended upon me recently sufficient to discourage continued jogging; and walking can be even more painful. Notwithstanding yesterday, on a beautiful sunny day, I decided to see how I could manage with a jog/walk around Burnaby Lake.

The arbitrary Positive Word of the Day on my Systemagic FB (Meta?) page, yesterday, was ‘Adorable’. In recent years I’ve been experimenting with maintaining a single positive meditative thoughts while jogging and observing if there are any apparently related results. I’ve been letting the reverse-alphabetical order of the daily words choose which word it would be.

Running Miracles

As I started my 10-min. warm-up walk I realized that I was going to be looking for adorableness in the many people coming in the opposite direction. And you know what? Pretty much everyone on the trail that day was absolutely as cute as a frikin’ little button.

People of every age, some with doggies, couples, singles, a group of developmentally disabled young adults, and even squirrels and birds crossed my path,. I almost went critical mass into cuteness overload when an elderly man came along pulling a toddler in a home-made wooden wagon. Everyone was just adorable.

Evidently people on the streets of New York city find it socially acceptable to look each other in the face for 1.2 seconds and that face-to-face comfort zone extends as long as 3 or 4 seconds in other cultures. I’m pretty sure I exceeded all socially acceptable boundaries staring into their faces enjoying every adorable aspect of each visage – and many looked back as long as I kept looking.

Their reactions were great. I don’t think I’ve ever heard as many “Good-Morning”‘s on a single jog. Anticipating adorableness I must have been smiling because many of the faces of those I encountered melted into BIG beautiful smiles. One attractive dark-haired young lady with her hair in a bun looked like she was about to burst into tears until she looked at my face and burst into a big beautiful smile instead. What a wonderful experience; one made all the more sweet by the recognition that the resulting physical pain of these outings has become too high a price to pay.



Carpe Momento!

Ancient Wisdom 101 – Lesson 1 Oneness

I had a couple of dreams recently regarding the value of ancient wisdom.

A Dream unexamined
is like a
Letter from God
Unopened

Unknown but oft attributed to Jung

(Dream Analysis could be an interesting future post)

2 Dreams

  1. I’ve bought and sold many collectibles in my real waking life. In the first dream a serious collector, or dealer, gives me 2.5 times my asking price for a collectible oddity; a traditionally wrapped mummy preserved in the lotus position. The mummy in this dream symbolizes ancient spiritual wisdom. (As it turns out that there are actually several ancient mummies in the world preserved in the lotus position. They must have been saintly men.)
  2. In the second dream I’m fascinated by a large antique bookcase filled with precious leather-bound antique books. I pull one down and open it up to find an ample amount of collectible antiquated paper currency pressed between the opening pages. I show it to the owner and she nods that she knows it’s there. Now knowledgeable too, I close the book and reshelve it.

Both dreams are about the significant value of ancient knowledge and wisdom.

Do I know any ancient wisdom? I’ve sought for spiritual truth more than many, and probably most, people. It’s possible that I’ve genuinely come across some ancient wisdom that’s worth imparting.

Consequently…

Lesson One

ONENESS

After the primordial Law of Procreation and Law of Survival and abreast of the known and unknown Laws of Physics the most primary Universal Law is the Law of One.

We Are One

One

The subject of wisdom isn’t taught in schools but it’s an elementary lesson:

Wisdom = Oneness

Wisdom is just that simple yet that expansively profound. If you understand oneness you understand it all.

“The first lesson for six months should be One-One-One-One; Oneness of God, Oneness of man’s relation, Oneness of force, Oneness of time, Oneness of purpose, Oneness in every effort- Oneness- Oneness!” Edgar Cayce Reading 900-429

The Oneness of time can be challenging to grasp. Time is said to be happening all at once and when you make spiritual progress in this lifetime you make related similar progress in your past lifetimes. Our life lessons contract in this manner until our return to God will appear to have all taken only a moment.

Exercise 1 – Oneness

Contemplate ‘Oneness’, as in the Edgar Cayce quote above, for 6 months

Meditation is an excellent way to contemplate Oneness of Consciousness and contemplating Oneness while jogging in nature can amplify it via a hard-pumping heart, lungs, arms, legs, epinephrine, endorphins, momentum and literal inspiration.

The Whole Ancient Wisdom Curriculum:

But if you ‘get’ Oneness, you get a whole lot.

UNIR1

Good-bye

As Cynthia declined from cancer I watched her say good-bye to many things one by one and know that, with advancing age, we’ll all have to do that. I’ve had some setbacks in my physiotherapy and am limping again today. I don’t yet know if I’ll ever be able to run again, haven’t tried yet, but have determined, for certain, that I’ll never be able to run up and down mountains again and steep terrain has comprised 50% of my jogging. My sylvan Burnaby Mountain run is now a thing of the past complete with the first Trans Mountain Trail incline heavily influenced by its maintenance shortcomings, the presence of the tank farm build-out, and pipeline protests. I’ll never likely see the Native Watch House again or clear the foliage from the self proclaimed singularly maintained “Marty’s Trail” which, I predict, will have completely grown shut within 5 years. At least I outlasted most of my contemporaries in mountain-running capacity and I won’t have to watch the pornographic killer pipeline penetrate and impregnate the property.


My most recent injury occurred in walking up the steep base of the Trans Mountain’s Trail to the first bench where I’d often rest before tackling the long steep incline coming next. It’s where I listened to a Raven last summer on a thaumatological jog that became a blog post.


What I didn’t include in that post was that I’d previously encountered a smaller black snake when running up the trail. It’s body was sound, forming a picture-perfect tapering sine wave in fact, but it was deceased smack in the middle of the trail. I picked it up and laid it to rest under an adolescent tree. Apparently there’s a nest of black snakes that lives, so utterly, symbolically, aptly close to the top of Trans Mountain Trail where all the protests take place and the Raven totem stands.


As I sat, recently, on this bench I once again heard the same raven in the same place kraaing its song over my right shoulder nearby. It lives there. The synchronistic Native symbolism currently active on this mountainside is truly remarkable.


When I got home I had to look it up; Raven’s eat snakes. Apparently, no matter how dangerous the snake, they peck them on the head until dead.


That’s what happens.

Prevoyant

You may already know that, in many of my jog log blogs, I’ve been writing about my thought experiments contemplating different positive words while necessarily infusing the significantly increased emotional force of my physically hard-pumping heart, lungs, arms & legs that jogging brings.

This jog predated the ARGUS-EYED jog that was my last post.

My arbitrary Facebook “Positive Word of the Day“, on this day, was “Prevoyant”. A word that I would never choose from a list that means “far-sighted; foreseeing; or prescient”.

The primary feelings of most positive words are elementary to comprehend but what on Earth are the feelings of foresight?

I’ve experienced genuine prescience just twice, perhaps the subjects of a future blog post, but for different reasons the feelings of the events are near impossible to draw upon.

My academic thoughts, while jogging, regarding foresight were that, as a 220 lb. 65 year-old man with a compromised heart and a twisted spine (scoliosis) I must jog through a lot of pain and I’m aging disquietingly quickly. At some point in the relatively near future I can foresee having to give up jogging, for which I’ve developed great affection, due in part to cultivating great positive feelings while pumped.

At one point in my jog around Burnaby lake, returning by Cariboo Dam, there’s a private little-used bench, overlooking a field, offset from the trail upon which I usually take a meditative rest. On this occasion the bench was occupied – I had not seen that coming.

The next bench, by a lake outlet lookout, is on the main trail and, while unoccupied at that moment, it’s a more popular bench to sit on. I chose to stretch my back upon the seat of a picnic table more in the middle of the field; a good place to contemplate being prevoyant.

There was a little untouched pile of bird feed on the corner of the table.

About 15 people in one Asian group descended upon, and surrounded, the lookout bench thus verifying the wee prevoyant foreseeability of its popularity. Emboldened by that I took an ample bit of bird seed with me daring a prevoyant avian meeting to occur on the final leg back.

Not too long thereafter I came across a really tiny bird, with a half-long bill and fluffy feathers. It was wriggling in a dust bath close to the side of the path and it let me get right up beside it, closer than most birds would, before it flew away. I jogged onward a bit before realizing that this must be my forecast bird feeding encounter.

When I turned around the tiny bird was back in the dust bath which gave me the perfect coordinates whereupon to drop the birdseed payload. I just hope the little thing was pleased rather than thinking “WTF did you do to my wonderful dust bath?!?”.

That was it. A somewhat mediocre experience contemplating the adjective prevoyant – until now.

Weeks later I suspect that I’ve incurred, from jogging, a medial meniscus tear in my left knee which could well mean that my jogging days are now abruptly behind me. My plans are to try out some Urban Poling hiking poles, of Scandinavian origin, that reduce body weight impact on knees by 20%. Unfortunately I can no longer count on pumping myself up physically with my heart and lungs from more vigorous cardio exercise and will have to try to rely more on pumping up mentally with heart and mind.

Affined

This means that the jogging thoughts about the word prevoyant that I had thought were the most academic; about my getting too old to jog, turned out to be the most impactfully prevoyant. They predicted that my jogging ability would end, and it did, like a switch.

Click!

The consummate positive word resource.


Argus-eyed

Ever since my weather altering experience 5 years ago that related to flying with swallows the next day I’ve been experimenting, while jogging, with taking positive words and adding to the thought of them the inherent heart, lung, and limb pumping emotional drive inherent to running in natural environments.

I’m recording them here in my jog log blogs because 1) I like to write about extraordinary things and 2) I’m unaware of anyone else ever having done experiments like this so this record could be important.

My fallback jogging word has long been Gramercy, and I’ve also used some of the words found on the web page that I created related to Law of Attraction Vocabulary, but more recently I’ve just gone with the random (inverse alphabetical) word that happens to come up on my Facebook ‘Positive Word of the Day’ post as was the case with my most recent blog post ‘Thaumatology“.

Evidently these positive word jogs are about both Thaumatology and Thaumaturgy

Yesterday the word of the day was Argus-eyed which means Vigilant.

Argus-eyed

Some positive words are better suited to this attempted inducement than others and I thought Argus-eyed might not be one of them, so I thought that I could always use my fallback words of Love and Gramercy. But I thought about being Argus-eyed as well as I set off on my jog at Deer Lake.

At one point on this jog there’s a lookout tower that I jog up and use as a rest stop to shake my legs out a bit.

Time Cop

There’s “TIME COP” graffiti on the floor boards atop this lookout tower in the woods that suggests that it’s a remote teleportation station for temporal law enforcement officers.

This was the perfect outlook location for Argus-eyed contemplation.

When I was descending the stairs, we could barely glimpse each other beyond the bushes, when a dog, because of my presence, started barking aggressively. The young lady owner apologized for it’s ‘puppy behavior’ and I noted that the manner in which its tail was wagging indicated that it was feeling happy.

She held her dog firmly in place with her foot on its long leash. Her dog had the countenance of a large all-black border collie. I told her quickly about my word of the day, that her dog looked a lot like the dog in my Argus-eyed positive word of the day picture, and that the word means “Vigilant” and she said yes, that her dog was extremely vigilant.

Before this I couldn’t imagine how a word like Argus-eyed could present itself in real life, and I never see dogs at Deer Lake but in this way this dog, utterly impeccably and perfectly, reminded me that while vision plays a part, the primary meaning of the word is VIGILANCE.


Synchronicity

1. The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. 2. Coincidence of events that appear meaningfully related but do not seem to be causally connected, taken by Jungian psychoanalytic theory to be evidence of a connection between the mind and material objects.
– TheFreeDictionary.com

It always involves perfect timing.

Beyond merely reading each other’s mind’s while watching TV, Vicki, my spouse of 20 years, and I have often been significantly in sync. Whenever we diverge, or are coming from completely different directions, whether to a study group meeting at someone’s home or to a retail establishment, we often arrive at exactly the same time right in front of the premises and walk in together. This happened twice just this week; once at the garden shop and again just as the last “to go” coffee was set down by the Starbucks barista.

I’ve been experiencing what appear to be a number of small personal miraculous events as I get older which apparently come as a result of my work with positive words. All of these events involve perfect timing with someone or something and even though synchronicity seems to be an invariable component of all mirabilia I once spent most of a day creating ‘Synchronicity’ itself. More on this later.

I got the idea of trying to induce positive words into my physical world from Law of Attraction proponent Esther (Abraham) Hicks who posts presentations on Youtube that include uplifting “rants” about various things and sometimes encouraging words like “flow” and “reception” and “fun”. I became familiar with her work via apparently successfully changing the weather for an inclement beach event for which the date couldn’t be postponed again.

The weather forecast for our annual picnic was torrentially dismal and young Adam suggested that we, as a spiritual group, try to change the weather using Esther Hick’s methodology. Consequently I spent the day prior to the event on Youtube streaming Esther’s channeled Abraham rants about this or that all the while mentally punching rain clouds out of the otherwise blue sky while thinking about sunny “Joy” and “Love”. On the day of the event, just as our annual picnic was getting started at noon, the dark clouds overhead all shifted over to North Vancouver bestowing upon us a beautiful sunny picnic day on Lacarno Beach.

At one point during the picnic I went for my annual jog running to the Vancouver Yacht Club and back and, upon my return, having to run downhill through a group of flying birds, I stuck out my arms airplane-style and ran across a field escorted by this small flock of aerobatic swallows. I shared with them the feeling of all of the previous day’s seeded “Love” and “Joy” physically emotionally pumped by the act of running.

Since then I’ve experienced, infrequently, a number of other personal miracles by pursuing the premise that positive emotion increases the efficacy of single positive word meditations/musings and heart and lung-pumping jogging is a good way to rev up that emotional energy.

On another occasion I experienced a short term rapture while jogging around Burnaby Lake, contemplating “Gramercy” (from ‘Grand Merci’; great appreciation with a touch of “Awe”). Precisely at the moment that the whole-body rapture occurred a white butterfly, coming from behind, spiraled in front of my forehead, as if it had just shot out of my pituitary gland, and fluttered off down the pathway. I felt the feeling building for a moment or two and then shuddered in rhapsodic spiritual ecstasy. I believe that the little white creature was there to grace my memory with the knowledge that this ecstasy was the real deal and not just a transient physical shudder.

The most recent occurrence while jogging was on a day that I was supposed to contemplate “Assurgent” (rising up). My mind had wandered when I spotted a hawk apparently raiding a nest on the near side of the marsh on the far side of Deer Lake. It was gliding away toward the other side of the marsh when I remembered the word that I was supposed to be contemplating; “Assurgent” and it rose up and alighted on the branch of a fir tree.

Vicki and I enjoy great coffee conversations at local cafes on Saturday mornings. After one of these outings on the way home we stopped at our neighborhood strip mall to separately dispatch a number of errands before meeting at the liquor store. I decided to contemplate the word “Synchronicity” and was thrilled when, after dispersing for different errands, our footfalls coincided perfectly to match each others’ right outside the Liquor store’s automatic doors as we entered together.

Pleased with that result I left Vicki at home to prepare for the out-of-town arrival of her sisters for a back deck barbecue and I took off on a long errand from our home in Burnaby across Vancouver and back all the while contemplating “Synchronicity”.

The trip involved neighborhood and highway driving to Brentwood Mall, parking there and catching the Skytrain to the Science World Station, and catching two little Grandville Island commuter Ferries all the way across Burrard Inlet to the Aquatic Center Ferry Terminal and then back home again the same way.

While thinking about “Synchronicity” every streetlight, every corner in normally-dense traffic, every Skytrain and ferry arrived in perfect timing to open up and carry me forward. There was a bit of a wait, on a sunny spring day, for the first commuter ferry but it arrived at the ample pier with its open door right in front of where I stood just as I knew it would.

The energy of thinking about “Synchronicity” is very different than thinking about more enthusiastic words that are enhanced by the hard pumping energy of jogging. When it comes to synchronicity picking up the pace or stepping on the gas a bit would mess up the timing. Synchronicity requires a confident measured flow or ease of just moving forward allowing things to open up for you. Approaching the end of the return journey it elicits a continual grateful surprise that all this impeccable timing has happened and keeps on happening.

I arrived home and walked out the back door onto the deck and sat down to the table just as everyone was sitting down to the freshly prepared meal and Vicki slid a plate of food in front of me.

Synchronicity is all about timing but what happens can be imbued by the thoughts of other positive words. Everyone’s journey is different. That’s why I compiled The Good Book.

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Note: IMHO Esther Hick’s exclusive focus on benefit for the self significantly limits the sphere of things to love.

Hidden Cancer Cures

There’s a reason that the extreme right backlash to a ‘Deep State’ has arisen; because ‘The Deep State’ exists and has been accruing karma for a long time. Unfortunately ex-president Trump and his followers haven’t shown any sign of knowing who, or what, the ‘Deep State’ is. The pendulum has swung way too far right now and his followers appear to be willing to swallow any conspiracy tossed their way.

One early crime of the ‘Deep State’ was the on-going obstruction, and likely destruction, of the brilliant Dr. Royal R. Rife, his microscope, and his cancer-destroying findings.

Note: Wikipedia, on this and other subjects, is a democratic medium and easily overwhelmed by any large organization with an agenda. It looks like there’s a lot of disinformation available online now as well as truth.

Dr. Royal Rife’s
Universal Microscope

Dr. Rife’s Universal Microscope, developed in 1933, was once featured in Smithsonian Magazine. It used only light and is thereby superior to electron microscopes in that it enables the prolonged viewing of living cells, and viruses, without causing their destruction. He discovered that cancer is a “Pleiomorphic Fungoid Virus” which means that it changes form depending on what medium it’s found in and, in human blood, it has a crystalline structure.

Thereafter he found that some EM frequency, a fragment thereof, or combination of frequencies, could shatter cancer cells. 556 hertz shatters glass but cell walls are so very much smaller. How high is this frequency and how deeply can it penetrate?

Prostate cancer as seen via the MultiOmyx at GE’s Global Research
Crystalline Amethyst Geode

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What prompts the writing of this blog post is having to get rid of the old Royal Rife VHS video that I bought back in the 90’s before all the current information, and disinformation, about Dr. Rife was available online. I bought it when my beloved other half Cynthia was dying of breast cancer and she requested support in living vs. support in dying.

I prefer to write posts about extraordinary subjects and this is a long-overdue post about an actual cancer cure that we experienced.

With the thought of Dr. Rife’s pleiomorphic fungoid virus in mind I read another cancer-related study, from the University of Tottori in Japan, titled Hyperoxygenation as an Adjunct to Conventional Radiation Therapy. Their findings found that hyperoxygenating a patient’s blood over a period of days appeared to starve a cancer cell rendering it weaker and more susceptible to radiation treatments. The study had an efficacy rate greater than 90% in killing the cancer cells but it was only a 100 person study which is considered an anecdotal sampling. The finding was that greater study was certainly merited. I suspect that no greater study ever took place however and the University was unresponsive to enquiry.

Ages ago fungi helped form life on Earth, before there was much oxygen around. Fungi doesn’t like oxygen as much as other land-based organisms and it’s possible that it has gone retrograde in mutating into cancer. I believe that Dr. Rife wrote that he found that cancer originates from a specific mushroom and orchid.

Cynthia was already in palliative care, and due to undergo more radiation, when I ordered some food-grade hydrogen peroxide in order to hyperoxygenate her blood. It was cherry flavored and tasted a bit chalky. The dose was an ounce per day – a capful.

Cynthia had a broken neck that occurred due to bone cancer and a collapsing rented hospital bed when we were still at home. She was also emetic (throwing up) from her pain meds and hydrogen peroxide is known to induce emesis so she couldn’t take it amidst throwing up. The only time that she wasn’t throwing up, prior to a radiation treatment, was prior to her treatment for her broken neck and so it was the only time that she was able to get hyperoxygenated.

I still remember seeing the ‘before’ and ‘after’ X-rays at the radiation clinic follow-up. Her neck bones had healed. They were solid, white, and viable and her halo-thoracic brace came off. It was an extraordinarily happy and miraculous-feeling day!

Cynthia would eventually succumb, however, and pass away in my arms, as the cancer concluded ravaging her body. Take a moment to send her your love if you’re inclined. This hyperoxygenation with radiation treatment isn’t an overall cure for someone whose cancer has metathesized.

The point is that there are cancer cures possible for pre-metastatic cancer the knowledge of which has been obstructed by a genuine ‘Deep State’. This is just one of the crimes for which they haven’t yet learned that karma must inevitably come. The Jan. 6th 2021 insurrection suggests that their karma may be knocking at the door.

The Alien Invasion False Flag

Perpetrating another false flag at this time, like Dr. Steven Greer’s alleged alien invasion, might not work out as planned.

Cannabis Cancer Cure