Men in Black do exist.
The time was a warm August evening in 1966. I lived on the bench ten miles from Emmett, Idaho in an area called Hanna. Often in the summers I would ride my bicycle the 18 miles to a friend’s house that was just 3 miles downstream on the Payette River from the Black Canyon Dam. Usually we would get on the HAM radio at night send out our CQ’s and 88’s. This one August night was very different. Both of us grounded in science with insatiable curiosity, we started work on Einstein’s Unified Field Theory.
At the time I was looking forward to my Senior year at Emmett High School. I already had enough credits to graduate but at that time Idaho did not allow early graduation. The one class designated as a “Senior” class was US Government. I tried really hard to take that course in my Junior year, but instead had to settle for a Study Hall period. So, I spent that study hall period, for the entire year, trying to design a computer that would play checkers. I was a bit ahead of time because microchips had not yet been invented. A gated “node” chip had been invented and I built a simple game out of that. The gated nodes just did not seem to do enough for me in designing a checkers game. Well, back to the Unified Field Theory.
Einstein believed in a few things that were his undoing. (1) The universe should not expand, (2) Electricity and Gravity must be linked directly with mathematics, and (3) Mathematics was a pure and ultimate tool. Sometime just before midnight we found a flaw in his math. It was not a noticeable flaw, but a flaw none the less. Expanding on this flaw with a new kind of math, by 1AM we came up with a model that did two things: (1) proved special relativity worked beyond the real world and into the nuclear (Quantum) world, and that the speed of light, as a speed limit could be easily broken. I remember our shared comment at the time: “Einstein must be turning over in his grave by now.” According to the model time and space could be warped at a special relativity point and greater than light speed was attainable. I am certain that because all of the science community later said that the concepts of Star Trek were impossible, I knew it could be done. So I found a way. What I found wrong with the math was simple and you can prove it to yourself. Math is not a pure tool. It is full of real world errors. Reach out to touch something. Before you touch it remember that the motion of your finger from start to touch, you must travel half the distance. In what is left of that distance, you must travel half of that. The half of what is left and half then half… if you do this test, and understand it, then you can see that in theory, we cannot touch anything. In reality, of course, we can touch anything we choose by just doing it. Thus the math was not pure and it did not reflect reality. At this time we decided to set up our sleeping bags near the old oak tree outside, look at the stars and get some sleep.
I could not release the new concepts we had just discovered. At one point I got up and stepped out an application of the new math theory. I think looking up at the stars went a long way towards sorting out the new ideas. The following day I headed home and my new theory went on a back burner but never forgotten. For a few years my favorite saying kept cropping up: Whenever you plan your life, reality gets in the way. I planned on college, but I did not have money for it. Instead, after graduation from high school I entered the US Marines, working in Aviation Electronics. Later, I crossed directly into the Navy, working as an Aviation Electronics Technician on secret aircraft. The EA6B airplane by Grumman was a great challenge. In the meantime, I was still working on my theory of alternate physics. This alternate physics predicted far different results than mainstream physics. I had divided down the photon into eight “units” and had the math needed and a model to prove that a photon is also a magnetic line of force. There was much more to the theory than that. At the time I belonged to AAAS, the American Association for the Advancement of Science. In May of 1979 AAAS was going to have open posting of peer reviewed papers at their annual meeting. In other words, if you had some kind of idea to share, get someone to look it over, sign a paper saying it had merit, and it would be posted at the meeting. I was friends with a lieutenant in the EA6B squadron I was in and he had a degree in physics. So I typed it up, asked if he would do a peer review and that was it. He said he would look it over.
At about 8PM on the day I gave the paper to the Lieutenant he called me all excited and said he would give my paper top comments and asked if he could share it with others. I said that was OK, and that was the last I heard from him. Who he shared the paper with was the Commanding Officer (CO) of the squadron who had a Masters in Physics and a secret background within the military complex applying his physics knowledge.
The next morning I could not find the Lieutenant and no one had heard from him. At about 10AM a message came to me to go see the Commanding Officer. As I entered his office, I knew something was up. The CO was sitting in his seat at the desk, and flanking him, one on each side, were two men over six feet tall, built like football linebackers, and in pure black suits with black ties. They glared at me and said nothing. The CO asked if that was my paper, flashing the document I had given the Lieutenant. I said yes and he told me it was trash, I should not explore it any further, and he ordered me not to mention it again to anyone. At that same time some federal marshals were at my house removing all my paperwork and the ink tape from my typewriter. That is exactly how you make the case for an alternate physics theory. When the CO realized what was in my paper, and determined it was dangerous knowledge, the Lieutenant was ordered to pack his bags and was taken off the base. No one ever heard from him again and no way of knowing where he was sent to. My guess would be that he now had the knowledge needed to work at Area 51.
The next step in any theory is to transfer theory to application. Much like converting the theory formula E=MC2 to an atomic bomb, my theory needed to be converted to some physical reality that would prove it. A few years ago I put the finishing touches on just how to do it. Now, all I need to do is win the lottery and build it.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Wolf Friend
I have hesitated to post this story for a few years. The main reason is that most people would find it far too unbelievable and therefore it could discredit the other true stories that are posted on these blog pages.
I have decided to post the story because, well, if you really knew me you would understand and accept what I say. If you watched me set a chair in the front yard and have all the feral cats in the neighborhood drop by and visit me, then this story is simple to accept.
This is, after all, Idaho. Rule of thumb is that once you leave the pavement you are no longer at the top of the food chain. Through the 90’s during each summer I would take my Dad’s 1970 Chevy C-10 pickup into the central Idaho mountains and cut a winters supply of fire wood. Each trip was for more than 100 miles and it would take several trips. I would cut about one chord of wood per trip. When I found a good area for the woodcutting I would stay in that area as much as possible. This story begins in the summer of 1991 while cutting wood for my Dad.
It was my third trip to a really good area about 20 miles east of Council, Idaho. At once I was close to my daily chord of wood and the sun was going down to the horizon. The weather had been perfect and now there was stillness in the air as I loaded the saw, gas and oil into the truck. By the time I pulled out of that part of the woods it was just dim enough to have the headlights on more for safety than seeing the road.
I pulled out of the small and brushy branching road onto a more formal road; but, still it was more a trail than a true road. Within just 100 feet there he was. The most beautiful wolf I have ever seen in the wild. He was not one of the slinky dark wolves imported by the Idaho Fish & Game, but one of the original wolves of the area. More husky dog in appearance sitting regally on the road where he could have been watching me all day. The wolf then stood up, stretched and yawned. With slow deliberation the wolf left the road, step by step until the beautiful sight of him vanished in the brush.
I made it home by 11pm and the following morning began unloading the pickup. I told my Dad about the wolf and he found it hard to believe that an original Idaho wolf would be around. When I was a kid growing up in the Donnelly Idaho area we would occasionally see the king of the wolves, by family and packs; however, slowly through the years, probably from hot shot teenagers, the local wolves vanished. The last pack I saw in person was as I was out hunting on West Mountain and a deer jumping right over me, spooked me. As I watched the deer vanish downhill, a pack of about 15 wolves ran right past me and did not care that I was there. This was in 1971. Back then the animals all reacted naturally, as they should. It was before the ranchers destroyed the Deer/Elk populations with their indiscriminate applications of antibiotics for the bovines and indirectly for the cloven hoofed critters. The ranchers caused a decline in Elk, Deer, their own cow herds, chipmunks, fish and fish habitat. Further through the reading of my stories you will find “The Wolf Knows (Nose).” There you will find how they did it.
After splitting the new load of wood and a bit of home cooking rest time, I headed for the mountains to the same exact location I had been to before. Around 2pm I stopped for lunch, consisting of sandwiches, coffee in the mug, tater chips, and some pudding. Then it happened again, only more personal. The king of the wolves, the native Idaho wolf that had watched me two days before, showed up on the same bit of road I was on. He sat just 20 feet in front of me with front paws forward in a “Sphinx” position. Just how he positioned himself saying “I am not a threat.” I slowly moved toward the wolf to within 10 feet of him on all “fours” and then sat myself comfortably on the ground. We spent a long while just looking each other over. We were looking at physical detail, but also how our feelings were being projected. Then came the images.
The area where we were is where he spent his summers. He showed me an area several miles away near the confluence of the Main Weiser River and the Middle Fork of the Weiser River. I get the feeling there was an old barn in the area that he spent the worst of the winter weather in as he got older and in more pain. I was so totally thankful for all he was showing me, but I had no clue as to why he chose me. Then I figured the king of the wolves likely watched all the timber cutters until he found one that could listen. For the next ten years, each time I went into the area the wolf befriended me. Then I saw him no more. We actually got very close to each other and I petted him on our last visit. He seemed to teach me much and that knowledge is applied to my blog story "The wolf knows."
Location: 7 miles south of White Licks, a bit east into the mountains.
Location: 7 miles south of White Licks, angled into the hills.
I have hesitated to post this story for a few years. The main reason is that most people would find it far too unbelievable and therefore it could discredit the other true stories that are posted on these blog pages.
I have decided to post the story because, well, if you really knew me you would understand and accept what I say. If you watched me set a chair in the front yard and have all the feral cats in the neighborhood drop by and visit me, then this story is simple to accept.
This is, after all, Idaho. Rule of thumb is that once you leave the pavement you are no longer at the top of the food chain. Through the 90’s during each summer I would take my Dad’s 1970 Chevy C-10 pickup into the central Idaho mountains and cut a winters supply of fire wood. Each trip was for more than 100 miles and it would take several trips. I would cut about one chord of wood per trip. When I found a good area for the woodcutting I would stay in that area as much as possible. This story begins in the summer of 1991 while cutting wood for my Dad.
It was my third trip to a really good area about 20 miles east of Council, Idaho. At once I was close to my daily chord of wood and the sun was going down to the horizon. The weather had been perfect and now there was stillness in the air as I loaded the saw, gas and oil into the truck. By the time I pulled out of that part of the woods it was just dim enough to have the headlights on more for safety than seeing the road.
I pulled out of the small and brushy branching road onto a more formal road; but, still it was more a trail than a true road. Within just 100 feet there he was. The most beautiful wolf I have ever seen in the wild. He was not one of the slinky dark wolves imported by the Idaho Fish & Game, but one of the original wolves of the area. More husky dog in appearance sitting regally on the road where he could have been watching me all day. The wolf then stood up, stretched and yawned. With slow deliberation the wolf left the road, step by step until the beautiful sight of him vanished in the brush.
I made it home by 11pm and the following morning began unloading the pickup. I told my Dad about the wolf and he found it hard to believe that an original Idaho wolf would be around. When I was a kid growing up in the Donnelly Idaho area we would occasionally see the king of the wolves, by family and packs; however, slowly through the years, probably from hot shot teenagers, the local wolves vanished. The last pack I saw in person was as I was out hunting on West Mountain and a deer jumping right over me, spooked me. As I watched the deer vanish downhill, a pack of about 15 wolves ran right past me and did not care that I was there. This was in 1971. Back then the animals all reacted naturally, as they should. It was before the ranchers destroyed the Deer/Elk populations with their indiscriminate applications of antibiotics for the bovines and indirectly for the cloven hoofed critters. The ranchers caused a decline in Elk, Deer, their own cow herds, chipmunks, fish and fish habitat. Further through the reading of my stories you will find “The Wolf Knows (Nose).” There you will find how they did it.
After splitting the new load of wood and a bit of home cooking rest time, I headed for the mountains to the same exact location I had been to before. Around 2pm I stopped for lunch, consisting of sandwiches, coffee in the mug, tater chips, and some pudding. Then it happened again, only more personal. The king of the wolves, the native Idaho wolf that had watched me two days before, showed up on the same bit of road I was on. He sat just 20 feet in front of me with front paws forward in a “Sphinx” position. Just how he positioned himself saying “I am not a threat.” I slowly moved toward the wolf to within 10 feet of him on all “fours” and then sat myself comfortably on the ground. We spent a long while just looking each other over. We were looking at physical detail, but also how our feelings were being projected. Then came the images.
The area where we were is where he spent his summers. He showed me an area several miles away near the confluence of the Main Weiser River and the Middle Fork of the Weiser River. I get the feeling there was an old barn in the area that he spent the worst of the winter weather in as he got older and in more pain. I was so totally thankful for all he was showing me, but I had no clue as to why he chose me. Then I figured the king of the wolves likely watched all the timber cutters until he found one that could listen. For the next ten years, each time I went into the area the wolf befriended me. Then I saw him no more. We actually got very close to each other and I petted him on our last visit. He seemed to teach me much and that knowledge is applied to my blog story "The wolf knows."
Location: 7 miles south of White Licks, a bit east into the mountains.
Location: 7 miles south of White Licks, angled into the hills.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Use the Kitchen before the Doctor!
Kitchen Medicine Cabinet
This blog talks about curing the root causes of many problems. Consider the costly meds for Neuropathy, Cancer, PAD, Gout, Arthritis, Pain Control, Diabetes, MS, Alzheimer's, or Asthma. For these problems and more, depending on the individual, the root cause can be addressed very cheaply and the problem will either be put into remission or vanished completely.
There are basically three reasons that herbal products will not work for you. By herbal I mean even the spices you take for granted in the kitchen. The reasons are (1) DENIAL. Denial usually works well with this statement or general feeling, "I believe in doctors and I don't believe in herbs." If that thought crosses your mind then all the herbs in the world won't do a thing for you. Your mind must desire to heal. (2) You pay attention to labels, government or pharmaceutical supported sites and you are minimizing your use of the herb, mineral or vitamin. Here is a prime example. If you get your real daily requirement for vitamin D3 and wash your hands once an hour, you are very likely not to get the flu. No money to be made from someone who avoids the flu. So the Government recommends a maximum of 2000 iu per day of D3. Another one is drink your milk to get the D3. Unfortunately, milk has D2 and you must have the correct enzyme to convert it to D3 for the body to use. Only about half the population has the necessary enzyme. Now, consider this: about 15 minutes topless in direct sunlight will cause the skin to produce about 28,000 iu of D3. Do this about 4 times a week and you will have enough D3. Hard to get enough sunshine in the winter. At or near the 45th parallel (New York to Seattle) you need a minimum daily 5,000 iu of D3. More is better. Sounds like a lot but 9,000 iu of D3 pills fill a teaspoon. (3) POLLUTION. Whether it is environmental or absorbed, pollution can prevent some herbs, oils, minerals or vitamins from working. It could be drugs, alcohol, smoking or bad air you are breathing, pollution can block the benefits of these helpful items. If pollution is a problem take 400mg capsules of ginger three times a day until the herb works.
There are so many ways to help medicate yourself and many times do this without leaving the average kitchen.
My favorite all time medication in the kitchen is usually found in the fridge. It is French’s bright yellow mustard. To make it bright yellow, French’s added herbs. These herbs control muscle and joint pain, or pains in general. If you have over-done it and expect to be sore in the morning, take two heaping teaspoons before bed. Then you wake up in the morning pain free. If you are in pain, any pain, take two heaping teaspoons and within usually two hours, you have no pain or at least reduced greatly. If you are a woman planning on getting a mammography, take two heaping teaspoons an hour before going in for the compression. You will come out of it with a whole lot less pain. Do you have a toothache? Take two heaping tablespoons, and let it swish around the bad tooth before swallowing. Pain usually goes away in 15-20 minutes.
Now this you may have in your kitchen, but you would be better off if you buy a kit for making your own capsules. Most herbal stores have the inexpensive devices to compress the ingredients into the capsules and the capsules themselves are cheap. So what would you compress into these capsules from the kitchen? Let us start with cayenne. It is the spice for making good chili and other “warm” foods. When compressed into a capsule and taken, it fortifies the arterial walls and causes the body to produce capillaries at over 100 times faster than the body normally makes them. Do your fingers and toes get chilled easy in the winter? Then you do not have enough capillaries circulating blood in your hands and feet. Do you have neuropathy or PAD? Take several cayenne capsules a day with plenty of water and get rid of the problem. Do you have water retention in your legs? Do you have gout? Take the cayenne. You just need better blood circulation to pull it out. Do you have kidneys with problems? Take the cayenne. Do you have stomach ulcers and other intestinal problems? OK, maybe you believed in doctors and had stomach problems and you got the little purple capsules to take. You take them and feel better, but eventually you have to take them again because stomach medications like the little purple one cut off stomach acid production which means that any food you eat will not be broken down into its molecular bits to be absorbed by the villi in the intestines. The larger bits of food will plug up the villi. You are starving yourself. Doctors do not call it purple crack for nothing. You get dependent on it and get sicker in other ways that the doctor can make other prescriptions for. Forget the meds and take the cayenne. The cayenne will also clean the villi so you can absorb nutrients again. Just drink plenty of water.
I like cinnamon toast, so I have cinnamon in the kitchen. Cinnamon also heals the pancreas. It makes the pancreas work better at producing the correctly folded molecules of insulin. As long as the cinnamon is in the blood stream, the pancreas is making new cells to handle the insulin. Want to keep those new cells? Well, you need to feed them. The way to feed the new cells so they stay around is to add cayenne to the cinnamon. Then the pancreas makes new cells and the cayenne makes new capillaries to feed them. It is that easy and inexpensive.
AMERICAN LINDEN: What is your tree good for?
My wife went to a low cost clinic after months of eating only cream of mushroom soup and was eventually told two things: (1) your gall bladder is only working at 10%, is diseased and needs to be removed, and (2) since you do not have health insurance we need $32,000 to do the surgery. You can bet that was a dark day in her life. It was also the last time she believed in doctors. I told her I could heal her if she wanted healed. I went into the back yard and cut small twigs off of the American Linden Tree. The twigs with new bark and small leaves contain the medicine. I ground them up and put them in capsules. She started taking the capsules full of "tree" from the back yard and within a few days she was able to eat more foods. In a week she was having no more pains, and in a month her gall bladder was working just fine. This is a case of taking care of nature, because you may need nature to take care of you. Encapsulated American Linden is good to apply to a host of upper and lower GI problems. Mix cayenne and Linden and you have one very good medication.
EXTRA VIRGIN COCONUT OIL
Something you should keep in your kitchen but likely do not is Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. Extra Virgin just indicates how the oil was extracted. It was extracted with pressure only, and no chemicals were used. Would you believe that between bananas and Extra Virgin Coconut Oil you would have all the nutrients you need to be alive? The banana is an enigma by itself. It is the perfect human food. The pealing contains anti-cancer compounds. It can be found throughout the tropical regions even in the most remote of areas and islands, and some variations of the banana that are more cold tolerant have spread beyond the tropics. But bananas have no seeds and are difficult to transplant by root. Go figure. In the northern latitudes it is hard to grow bananas. But there is a secondary fruit that is indiginous to North America that has the same chemistry and flavor as the banana. It is the Paw-Paw. All other fruit trees came from other parts of the world. In the case of the Extra Virgin Coconut Oil, there are many things it can do for you. Let me name a few: Should be a major part of any weight loss routine, reverses or cures the following: dementia, Alzheimer’s, Asperger’s syndrome, ADD (and similar letter combinations referring to attention) and MS. You need to take it at the rate of two tablespoons every eight hours. It only stays in the body for eight hours and any more than two tablespoons, unless you are overweight, may go to waste. What it does for you is rebuild brain synapses, replace nerve cells, replace lost nerve cells, and replaces the myelin coating that protects the nerves. There is currently no word on whether it helps with spinal injuries, but it should. It contains the sequential molecular chains needed to unlock fat cells. It keeps the body from shedding the three important items that a majority of Americans are low on: vitamin D3, Chromium and Magnesium. This means that if you build these up to the levels your body needs, you are more likely to be able to maintain these if taking the Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. What your body needs is not necessarily what the USDA levels on the bottle say they are. It is an individual thing. Most of the minimum levels printed are chosen to keep you needing meds.
There are other good things to know that are not directly related to the Kitchen. One is that anytime you have indigestion, besides a cayenne capsule, take some Acidophilus. There are very few indigestion problems or Irritable Bowl Syndromes that several acidophilus tablets will not cure. Taking any other thing like the pink stuff, Tums or Rolaids, you are making the problem worse by just pushing it down the intestinal tract further. Once again, they reduce the acid content of the stomach causing all the problems listed way above. Anytime you are put on antibiotics take several acidophilus each day you take the antibiotics and then for a few more days past that. Antibiotics kill both the good and the bad bacteria in the body and the bad ones come back faster unless you are supporting the good ones. If you are a woman with vaginal yeast infections, it means the bad bacteria are in charge. Before the next yeast infection start taking the acidophilus, within a few a days you will have no more infections. Just keep it up periodically.
STOP THE BLEEDING
Another thing Cayenne is good for is more and more important these days. Anyone with a heart condition or the elderly are being prescribed massive amounts of blood thinners. When these people trip or fall and cut themselves, even a little, it bleeds profusely and not even direct pressure will slow the bleeding; however, if you carry a small jar of cayenne with you and whether you are that patient or just a bystander, dump it on the wound, cover with gauze & tape and it will seal immediately and heal properly. (Remember, cayenne in the blood produces capillaries which is how we heal.)
WHAT'S IN THE WOODS
If you have elderberries in your region it is an excellent idea to spend a weekend in the summer to pick and freeze some. The skin of the elderberry is a very potent virus killer. So if you or a family member catches a virus, just make some elderberry flap jacks. In my case, I have elderberry syrup ready every year. I just shake it to get the skin flakes in every pour.
If you have usnea in your area, gather it in the Fall, and use to make tea in the winter. One cup of usnea tea a week keeps away the rhinoviruses, all of them, and strep. Don’t know usnea? In some areas it is called witches hair and in other areas called old mans beard. It is grayish-black hairy and hangs from trees, usually conifer trees. When you make the tea, drink it straight. If you add any sweeteners or sugar substitutes it will destroy the benefits of the tea. When you make the tea, bring your water to a boil with green tea bags in it. Once at a boil, turn off and take off the burner. After it has cooled for ten minutes, add a wad of usnea and let it soak until cool. Strain and put in jars and store in the fridge. Bring out one cup per person once a week and heat on the stove until warm. Do not boil. Usnea contains enzymes just like yogurt and you don’t want to kill them. In the body they support the immune system totally. If you are going to take the usnea for something you already have, like a cold or strep, then take no more than two cups a day and no more than six cups a week—it is simply that strong. It is a natural anti-viral and anti-bacterial. If you take the usnea insure you also take two or three tablets of Acidophilus every day you are taking the tea.
Usnea has many, many uses. Here is one I want to share with you, especially young women. Remember it is antibacterial? Remember it hangs like long hair from evergreens? In a pinch you can weave it together, like a multi-braiding, and use it for a menstal pad that will fight off any infections. It is extremely sanitary.
FIXING MY WIFE
My bride has athsma. When we married she moved in with what looked like half of a pharmacy. I got her off of the big pharma meds and on to just a handful of herbal type products. For her asthma she takes two 500mg tablets of L-Arginine a day and says her asthma is better controlled now than ever before. She used to be in the ER twice a year for breathing problems. Now it has been 6 years since she has had any major problem, and just a few times a year we hear that "cough" and I run out to the porch and grab a few mint leaves for her to chew on and no asthma problems develop.
She also has Rhumatoid Arthritis seemingly in every joint. For that she takes Standardized Cat's Claw. Has to be the standardized version. She has no arthritic pains. Well, not entirely true, some weather events will trigger that "arthritic strain" feeling that precedes a crippling event, and she just takes some French's Mustard to stop it.
FLU
Everyone in the US, except for nudists, are low on Vitamin D3 (Cholecalciferol). You need to take 3000 iu to 5000 iu supplement every day. You will hear many fancy doctors publishing articles about how nobody needs the sunshine vitamin. (sunshine on the skin produces Vitamin D3 via many chemical steps) The Vitamin D in milk is D2 and if you do not have the correct enzymes to change it to D3 it does you no good. Only about half the humans on earth have the necessary enzymes. The reason the mainstream medical establishment stomps on Vitamin D3 so much is that if your levels are up where they should be, you cannot get the flu and colds are seldom or not at all. Vitamin D3 supercharges your immune system. More in just a few paragraphs.
FUNGUS AMONG US
A lot of people do not like Lysol Disinfectant Spray. Some people do like it or just use it for spraying dark damp areas, like the laundry hamper when empty. Anyone who gets athletes foot infections should keep the spray on hand. All the commercial treatments say things like "WILL CURE IN JUST ONE WEEK!" Well, if you get a touch of athletes foot, spray the Lysol on your feet/toes until it drips, put on a sock, go to bed, and when you get up in the morning the problem is gone. Anytime you are dealing with a fungus infection, the Lysol spray will cure it in just hours. Getting the fungus under the toe nails? Mix Lysol liquid cleaner with a bit of flour to make a yucky paste and put on the affected nails. Cover with a big bandaid over the pasted nails and then a sock and retreat until the toe nail fungus is gone. In all fungus cases, be sure to use the Lysol spray inside your shoes and slippers, and also in the shower around the drain where the fungus likes to hide.
CANCER
I have decided to add a little section here, All about Cancer. Everyone panics at that word, Cancer. But there are a few things you can easily do that make a big difference.
Right away you want to alter the pH of your body's fluids. Cancer loves your bodily fluids to be slightly acidic. If you get the papers and test your blood or saliva, if perfectly healthy your pH will be 7.1 or higher. If you have cancer or precancerous condition the pH will read 7.0 or less meaning acidic. You want to fight the cancer or the spread of the cancer by getting your bodily fluids into the base region, 7.1 or above. Mix one tablespoon of baking soda (SODA not powder) into an 8 oz glass of warm water. Do this once a day, and when you do, there will be a lot of belching, which is good for you. The cancer can spread throughout the body if it is slightly acidic. So it is better to take the baking soda daily to prevent the spread.
Everything in the body works better with enough vitamin D3. To take 10,000 units a day is a good start and should also be the minimum you take. If it is summer with a lot of sunshine, be as scantily clad as possible and step out into the sunshine for 10 minutes, every other day. This will give you a natural burst of 20,000 units of D3. Chemo works a lot better if you continue taking the D3 during the chemistry. The doctor will say no, but the AMA says yes. By the way, even at the low level of 6.000 units a day and washing your hands regularly all day long, you will avoid getting the flu.
Stevia is the latest in natural sweeteners; however, there is some sweet news to go with it. You can buy processed stevia in the stores, or with plant sales you can buy the plants. You really want the plants. Chew on two leaves a day and it will quickly destroy breast cancer.
If I think of more easy health fixes, I will remove this sentence and add them. Contact me at rmattwho@yahoo.com and put Kitchen Fixes in the subject line.
This blog talks about curing the root causes of many problems. Consider the costly meds for Neuropathy, Cancer, PAD, Gout, Arthritis, Pain Control, Diabetes, MS, Alzheimer's, or Asthma. For these problems and more, depending on the individual, the root cause can be addressed very cheaply and the problem will either be put into remission or vanished completely.
There are basically three reasons that herbal products will not work for you. By herbal I mean even the spices you take for granted in the kitchen. The reasons are (1) DENIAL. Denial usually works well with this statement or general feeling, "I believe in doctors and I don't believe in herbs." If that thought crosses your mind then all the herbs in the world won't do a thing for you. Your mind must desire to heal. (2) You pay attention to labels, government or pharmaceutical supported sites and you are minimizing your use of the herb, mineral or vitamin. Here is a prime example. If you get your real daily requirement for vitamin D3 and wash your hands once an hour, you are very likely not to get the flu. No money to be made from someone who avoids the flu. So the Government recommends a maximum of 2000 iu per day of D3. Another one is drink your milk to get the D3. Unfortunately, milk has D2 and you must have the correct enzyme to convert it to D3 for the body to use. Only about half the population has the necessary enzyme. Now, consider this: about 15 minutes topless in direct sunlight will cause the skin to produce about 28,000 iu of D3. Do this about 4 times a week and you will have enough D3. Hard to get enough sunshine in the winter. At or near the 45th parallel (New York to Seattle) you need a minimum daily 5,000 iu of D3. More is better. Sounds like a lot but 9,000 iu of D3 pills fill a teaspoon. (3) POLLUTION. Whether it is environmental or absorbed, pollution can prevent some herbs, oils, minerals or vitamins from working. It could be drugs, alcohol, smoking or bad air you are breathing, pollution can block the benefits of these helpful items. If pollution is a problem take 400mg capsules of ginger three times a day until the herb works.
There are so many ways to help medicate yourself and many times do this without leaving the average kitchen.
My favorite all time medication in the kitchen is usually found in the fridge. It is French’s bright yellow mustard. To make it bright yellow, French’s added herbs. These herbs control muscle and joint pain, or pains in general. If you have over-done it and expect to be sore in the morning, take two heaping teaspoons before bed. Then you wake up in the morning pain free. If you are in pain, any pain, take two heaping teaspoons and within usually two hours, you have no pain or at least reduced greatly. If you are a woman planning on getting a mammography, take two heaping teaspoons an hour before going in for the compression. You will come out of it with a whole lot less pain. Do you have a toothache? Take two heaping tablespoons, and let it swish around the bad tooth before swallowing. Pain usually goes away in 15-20 minutes.
Now this you may have in your kitchen, but you would be better off if you buy a kit for making your own capsules. Most herbal stores have the inexpensive devices to compress the ingredients into the capsules and the capsules themselves are cheap. So what would you compress into these capsules from the kitchen? Let us start with cayenne. It is the spice for making good chili and other “warm” foods. When compressed into a capsule and taken, it fortifies the arterial walls and causes the body to produce capillaries at over 100 times faster than the body normally makes them. Do your fingers and toes get chilled easy in the winter? Then you do not have enough capillaries circulating blood in your hands and feet. Do you have neuropathy or PAD? Take several cayenne capsules a day with plenty of water and get rid of the problem. Do you have water retention in your legs? Do you have gout? Take the cayenne. You just need better blood circulation to pull it out. Do you have kidneys with problems? Take the cayenne. Do you have stomach ulcers and other intestinal problems? OK, maybe you believed in doctors and had stomach problems and you got the little purple capsules to take. You take them and feel better, but eventually you have to take them again because stomach medications like the little purple one cut off stomach acid production which means that any food you eat will not be broken down into its molecular bits to be absorbed by the villi in the intestines. The larger bits of food will plug up the villi. You are starving yourself. Doctors do not call it purple crack for nothing. You get dependent on it and get sicker in other ways that the doctor can make other prescriptions for. Forget the meds and take the cayenne. The cayenne will also clean the villi so you can absorb nutrients again. Just drink plenty of water.
I like cinnamon toast, so I have cinnamon in the kitchen. Cinnamon also heals the pancreas. It makes the pancreas work better at producing the correctly folded molecules of insulin. As long as the cinnamon is in the blood stream, the pancreas is making new cells to handle the insulin. Want to keep those new cells? Well, you need to feed them. The way to feed the new cells so they stay around is to add cayenne to the cinnamon. Then the pancreas makes new cells and the cayenne makes new capillaries to feed them. It is that easy and inexpensive.
AMERICAN LINDEN: What is your tree good for?
My wife went to a low cost clinic after months of eating only cream of mushroom soup and was eventually told two things: (1) your gall bladder is only working at 10%, is diseased and needs to be removed, and (2) since you do not have health insurance we need $32,000 to do the surgery. You can bet that was a dark day in her life. It was also the last time she believed in doctors. I told her I could heal her if she wanted healed. I went into the back yard and cut small twigs off of the American Linden Tree. The twigs with new bark and small leaves contain the medicine. I ground them up and put them in capsules. She started taking the capsules full of "tree" from the back yard and within a few days she was able to eat more foods. In a week she was having no more pains, and in a month her gall bladder was working just fine. This is a case of taking care of nature, because you may need nature to take care of you. Encapsulated American Linden is good to apply to a host of upper and lower GI problems. Mix cayenne and Linden and you have one very good medication.
EXTRA VIRGIN COCONUT OIL
Something you should keep in your kitchen but likely do not is Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. Extra Virgin just indicates how the oil was extracted. It was extracted with pressure only, and no chemicals were used. Would you believe that between bananas and Extra Virgin Coconut Oil you would have all the nutrients you need to be alive? The banana is an enigma by itself. It is the perfect human food. The pealing contains anti-cancer compounds. It can be found throughout the tropical regions even in the most remote of areas and islands, and some variations of the banana that are more cold tolerant have spread beyond the tropics. But bananas have no seeds and are difficult to transplant by root. Go figure. In the northern latitudes it is hard to grow bananas. But there is a secondary fruit that is indiginous to North America that has the same chemistry and flavor as the banana. It is the Paw-Paw. All other fruit trees came from other parts of the world. In the case of the Extra Virgin Coconut Oil, there are many things it can do for you. Let me name a few: Should be a major part of any weight loss routine, reverses or cures the following: dementia, Alzheimer’s, Asperger’s syndrome, ADD (and similar letter combinations referring to attention) and MS. You need to take it at the rate of two tablespoons every eight hours. It only stays in the body for eight hours and any more than two tablespoons, unless you are overweight, may go to waste. What it does for you is rebuild brain synapses, replace nerve cells, replace lost nerve cells, and replaces the myelin coating that protects the nerves. There is currently no word on whether it helps with spinal injuries, but it should. It contains the sequential molecular chains needed to unlock fat cells. It keeps the body from shedding the three important items that a majority of Americans are low on: vitamin D3, Chromium and Magnesium. This means that if you build these up to the levels your body needs, you are more likely to be able to maintain these if taking the Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. What your body needs is not necessarily what the USDA levels on the bottle say they are. It is an individual thing. Most of the minimum levels printed are chosen to keep you needing meds.
There are other good things to know that are not directly related to the Kitchen. One is that anytime you have indigestion, besides a cayenne capsule, take some Acidophilus. There are very few indigestion problems or Irritable Bowl Syndromes that several acidophilus tablets will not cure. Taking any other thing like the pink stuff, Tums or Rolaids, you are making the problem worse by just pushing it down the intestinal tract further. Once again, they reduce the acid content of the stomach causing all the problems listed way above. Anytime you are put on antibiotics take several acidophilus each day you take the antibiotics and then for a few more days past that. Antibiotics kill both the good and the bad bacteria in the body and the bad ones come back faster unless you are supporting the good ones. If you are a woman with vaginal yeast infections, it means the bad bacteria are in charge. Before the next yeast infection start taking the acidophilus, within a few a days you will have no more infections. Just keep it up periodically.
STOP THE BLEEDING
Another thing Cayenne is good for is more and more important these days. Anyone with a heart condition or the elderly are being prescribed massive amounts of blood thinners. When these people trip or fall and cut themselves, even a little, it bleeds profusely and not even direct pressure will slow the bleeding; however, if you carry a small jar of cayenne with you and whether you are that patient or just a bystander, dump it on the wound, cover with gauze & tape and it will seal immediately and heal properly. (Remember, cayenne in the blood produces capillaries which is how we heal.)
WHAT'S IN THE WOODS
If you have elderberries in your region it is an excellent idea to spend a weekend in the summer to pick and freeze some. The skin of the elderberry is a very potent virus killer. So if you or a family member catches a virus, just make some elderberry flap jacks. In my case, I have elderberry syrup ready every year. I just shake it to get the skin flakes in every pour.
If you have usnea in your area, gather it in the Fall, and use to make tea in the winter. One cup of usnea tea a week keeps away the rhinoviruses, all of them, and strep. Don’t know usnea? In some areas it is called witches hair and in other areas called old mans beard. It is grayish-black hairy and hangs from trees, usually conifer trees. When you make the tea, drink it straight. If you add any sweeteners or sugar substitutes it will destroy the benefits of the tea. When you make the tea, bring your water to a boil with green tea bags in it. Once at a boil, turn off and take off the burner. After it has cooled for ten minutes, add a wad of usnea and let it soak until cool. Strain and put in jars and store in the fridge. Bring out one cup per person once a week and heat on the stove until warm. Do not boil. Usnea contains enzymes just like yogurt and you don’t want to kill them. In the body they support the immune system totally. If you are going to take the usnea for something you already have, like a cold or strep, then take no more than two cups a day and no more than six cups a week—it is simply that strong. It is a natural anti-viral and anti-bacterial. If you take the usnea insure you also take two or three tablets of Acidophilus every day you are taking the tea.
Usnea has many, many uses. Here is one I want to share with you, especially young women. Remember it is antibacterial? Remember it hangs like long hair from evergreens? In a pinch you can weave it together, like a multi-braiding, and use it for a menstal pad that will fight off any infections. It is extremely sanitary.
FIXING MY WIFE
My bride has athsma. When we married she moved in with what looked like half of a pharmacy. I got her off of the big pharma meds and on to just a handful of herbal type products. For her asthma she takes two 500mg tablets of L-Arginine a day and says her asthma is better controlled now than ever before. She used to be in the ER twice a year for breathing problems. Now it has been 6 years since she has had any major problem, and just a few times a year we hear that "cough" and I run out to the porch and grab a few mint leaves for her to chew on and no asthma problems develop.
She also has Rhumatoid Arthritis seemingly in every joint. For that she takes Standardized Cat's Claw. Has to be the standardized version. She has no arthritic pains. Well, not entirely true, some weather events will trigger that "arthritic strain" feeling that precedes a crippling event, and she just takes some French's Mustard to stop it.
FLU
Everyone in the US, except for nudists, are low on Vitamin D3 (Cholecalciferol). You need to take 3000 iu to 5000 iu supplement every day. You will hear many fancy doctors publishing articles about how nobody needs the sunshine vitamin. (sunshine on the skin produces Vitamin D3 via many chemical steps) The Vitamin D in milk is D2 and if you do not have the correct enzymes to change it to D3 it does you no good. Only about half the humans on earth have the necessary enzymes. The reason the mainstream medical establishment stomps on Vitamin D3 so much is that if your levels are up where they should be, you cannot get the flu and colds are seldom or not at all. Vitamin D3 supercharges your immune system. More in just a few paragraphs.
FUNGUS AMONG US
A lot of people do not like Lysol Disinfectant Spray. Some people do like it or just use it for spraying dark damp areas, like the laundry hamper when empty. Anyone who gets athletes foot infections should keep the spray on hand. All the commercial treatments say things like "WILL CURE IN JUST ONE WEEK!" Well, if you get a touch of athletes foot, spray the Lysol on your feet/toes until it drips, put on a sock, go to bed, and when you get up in the morning the problem is gone. Anytime you are dealing with a fungus infection, the Lysol spray will cure it in just hours. Getting the fungus under the toe nails? Mix Lysol liquid cleaner with a bit of flour to make a yucky paste and put on the affected nails. Cover with a big bandaid over the pasted nails and then a sock and retreat until the toe nail fungus is gone. In all fungus cases, be sure to use the Lysol spray inside your shoes and slippers, and also in the shower around the drain where the fungus likes to hide.
CANCER
I have decided to add a little section here, All about Cancer. Everyone panics at that word, Cancer. But there are a few things you can easily do that make a big difference.
Right away you want to alter the pH of your body's fluids. Cancer loves your bodily fluids to be slightly acidic. If you get the papers and test your blood or saliva, if perfectly healthy your pH will be 7.1 or higher. If you have cancer or precancerous condition the pH will read 7.0 or less meaning acidic. You want to fight the cancer or the spread of the cancer by getting your bodily fluids into the base region, 7.1 or above. Mix one tablespoon of baking soda (SODA not powder) into an 8 oz glass of warm water. Do this once a day, and when you do, there will be a lot of belching, which is good for you. The cancer can spread throughout the body if it is slightly acidic. So it is better to take the baking soda daily to prevent the spread.
Everything in the body works better with enough vitamin D3. To take 10,000 units a day is a good start and should also be the minimum you take. If it is summer with a lot of sunshine, be as scantily clad as possible and step out into the sunshine for 10 minutes, every other day. This will give you a natural burst of 20,000 units of D3. Chemo works a lot better if you continue taking the D3 during the chemistry. The doctor will say no, but the AMA says yes. By the way, even at the low level of 6.000 units a day and washing your hands regularly all day long, you will avoid getting the flu.
Stevia is the latest in natural sweeteners; however, there is some sweet news to go with it. You can buy processed stevia in the stores, or with plant sales you can buy the plants. You really want the plants. Chew on two leaves a day and it will quickly destroy breast cancer.
If I think of more easy health fixes, I will remove this sentence and add them. Contact me at rmattwho@yahoo.com and put Kitchen Fixes in the subject line.
Friday, December 10, 2010
My Short Story Memories
No Other Place for Miscellaneous
While I am spending this winter not yet working, I am catching up with my writing. Many times I will write about a topic and have more than just this blog to put it in. For instance, when my wife and I saw a possible UFO I wrote it up and posted here and the national UFO register, allowing others to decide for themselves what it was. Some things like my Fish & Game research, like the Wolf Knows, would only be posted here, but I send copies out to people who may have missed the real impact of the true knowledge. However there are some things that are a part of my life that simply have no place to be other than here, and are so strange that it might scare people here too. Just keep in mind these short items are something that I lived through or experienced. Something real to me and therefore a part of the total of whom I am. “Cognito Ergo Sum, We are the sum total of our experiences…”
The Bedroom Visitor
One afternoon when I lived in Santa Anna, southern California, I decided to do some reading and went to the bedroom, propped up some pillows and began reading the first book in the "Illearth" series. After a while I began feeling like I was being watched, even though I knew I was alone in the apartment.
I dropped the book down slowly and standing at the foot of the bed was a girl in a bright red dress and she appeared to be about eight or ten. She looked similar to my daughter at that age and likely was. I started to ask her the silly question of "who are you?" and she took some steps backward and backed up towards the wall on my right. When she got to the dresser, she backed into it and totally vanished. It was a new and tall dresser. So it must have actually been the wall she was moving to.
I had seen dark shapes moving around in haunted houses, and I had seen the glowing globes move around in old buildings before. But a full view of a girl looking as solid as you or me and then vanishing?! I was shaken for quite a while. I saw a ghost of a girl in an apartment complex that was only about 20 years old. I can assure you, ghosts do exist.
The Only Stranger
In all my life I have seen this only once. I am a people watcher which is really good to help build profiles of characters for writing fiction. In September of 1982 I was in the Navy and had just rented a small apartment in downtown Vallejo, California. From the apartment it was a five block walk to a park along a finger of San Pablo Bay. One late afternoon I was walking from my apartment on Georgia Street west towards the bay. When I got to the intersection of Georgia Street and Sacramento Street I was walking along the north side of the intersection. On the light I crossed the street to the northwest corner and paused to look around. My attention was immediately drawn to a man standing on the southeast corner of the same intersection. There were many people walking around the intersection including a lot of auto traffic surging with the red and green of the stop lights. Even when you now play games online, the characters are programmed with ever so slight movement, even when standing still, to imitate reality. This man I saw seemed to be in his late 50’s by appearance and the way he was dressed, but he was distinctly not moving. I could not see that he was breathing, nor was there ever a shuffle of his feet. His eyes were unblinking and his hands unmoving. Many people were walking past him, or more correctly around him completely. You know that thing about we all have “space” around us that we do not like to have entered unless by someone we know? Well the space around this man was three feet in any direction, and unthinkingly, people were giving him exactly that much space as they moved around him on the sidewalk. I have been using the term “man” to identify this person, but I remember that a different term came to mind at that time. It was vampire. He definitely was not an average person, not even close. As I watched him his gaze was somewhat to the northeast of where he was standing. When the thought came to me “vampire,” his gaze slowly changed smoothly from what he may have been looking at, directly to me. He made eye to eye contact taking my breath away. I was frozen in place staring at him and it seemed nothing else existed. There were just his cold dark steady eyes looking into mine. I have no idea how much time went by like this, but suddenly he was gone. Think of it. Cold dark unblinking eyes staring into yours, locking your attention and then no eyes, no man and no comfortable feelings. I decided to rush back to my apartment. I am sure I slept with an extra pillow over my head that night for safety. Was he just an elderly gentleman who seemed different, or something else? You decide. I saw him and he was real just as I have written it here. These kinds of memories just won’t shake loose from the mind. He was the only real stranger I have ever seen.
Who am I?
I suppose many people wonder about that. For me, it seems just as important as ‘What’s for dinner?” important, to be sure, but not that important. Along the way I have been given some small clues, and some really strong clues. I have some memories that go back to age 2. At age 3 my grandmother started training me about the earth force and herbs. At age five my first father died. In the second grade my favorite book was House Wiring Diagrams and Regulations for the United States. I loved that book and still remember a lot of the content. In the fourth grade I would go to the city dump and collect discarded radios. At that time it was all vacuum tubes. I would use good tubes from one radio to fix another then take the good radios door to door selling them for a dollar. That supplemented my ten cents a week allowance. In high school my allowance was twenty- five cents a week for doing chores before and after school like feeding chickens and slopping the hogs, and I supplemented my allowance by fixing radios and TV’s. Back then most people still had black and white Portable TV’s, meaning they were on a stand that could be rotated around to point to the living room or the kitchen for all three channels.
At high school graduation in Emmett, Idaho, it was war time. President Johnson had just cancelled tuition assistance for poor farmboys like me. That meant with the draft, every young man without money for college would go into the military, generally for a one way trip to Viet Nam. The year was 1967. To avoid the draft, at age 17 my mother signed me up for the Marines in an aviation program. During my Marine years and later Navy years, many times my life would be in danger and sudden things would happen to prevent problems. People shot at me and missed or hit my radio equipment. A group of young men with knives surrounded me and a patrol jeep suddenly showed up. Things like that happened all the time. In 1998 I was stung by a bald faced hornet and totally reacted to the venom. Within 10 minutes my heart stopped and I died. I was running into the light and a woman appeared and stopped me. She said “it’s not your time yet, you have much to do.” I always thought family would meet you at the light, but I had no clue as to who this person was. Two years later, at the age of 50, I found out I had been adopted.
During all this time I had many considerable psychic abilities. Since I died, these abilities have continued to improve. I know now that I am an Indigo Adult. Although I do not know my future, I know that I will be ready when the time comes. My ability to heal with a touch is coming back to me.
While I am spending this winter not yet working, I am catching up with my writing. Many times I will write about a topic and have more than just this blog to put it in. For instance, when my wife and I saw a possible UFO I wrote it up and posted here and the national UFO register, allowing others to decide for themselves what it was. Some things like my Fish & Game research, like the Wolf Knows, would only be posted here, but I send copies out to people who may have missed the real impact of the true knowledge. However there are some things that are a part of my life that simply have no place to be other than here, and are so strange that it might scare people here too. Just keep in mind these short items are something that I lived through or experienced. Something real to me and therefore a part of the total of whom I am. “Cognito Ergo Sum, We are the sum total of our experiences…”
The Bedroom Visitor
One afternoon when I lived in Santa Anna, southern California, I decided to do some reading and went to the bedroom, propped up some pillows and began reading the first book in the "Illearth" series. After a while I began feeling like I was being watched, even though I knew I was alone in the apartment.
I dropped the book down slowly and standing at the foot of the bed was a girl in a bright red dress and she appeared to be about eight or ten. She looked similar to my daughter at that age and likely was. I started to ask her the silly question of "who are you?" and she took some steps backward and backed up towards the wall on my right. When she got to the dresser, she backed into it and totally vanished. It was a new and tall dresser. So it must have actually been the wall she was moving to.
I had seen dark shapes moving around in haunted houses, and I had seen the glowing globes move around in old buildings before. But a full view of a girl looking as solid as you or me and then vanishing?! I was shaken for quite a while. I saw a ghost of a girl in an apartment complex that was only about 20 years old. I can assure you, ghosts do exist.
The Only Stranger
In all my life I have seen this only once. I am a people watcher which is really good to help build profiles of characters for writing fiction. In September of 1982 I was in the Navy and had just rented a small apartment in downtown Vallejo, California. From the apartment it was a five block walk to a park along a finger of San Pablo Bay. One late afternoon I was walking from my apartment on Georgia Street west towards the bay. When I got to the intersection of Georgia Street and Sacramento Street I was walking along the north side of the intersection. On the light I crossed the street to the northwest corner and paused to look around. My attention was immediately drawn to a man standing on the southeast corner of the same intersection. There were many people walking around the intersection including a lot of auto traffic surging with the red and green of the stop lights. Even when you now play games online, the characters are programmed with ever so slight movement, even when standing still, to imitate reality. This man I saw seemed to be in his late 50’s by appearance and the way he was dressed, but he was distinctly not moving. I could not see that he was breathing, nor was there ever a shuffle of his feet. His eyes were unblinking and his hands unmoving. Many people were walking past him, or more correctly around him completely. You know that thing about we all have “space” around us that we do not like to have entered unless by someone we know? Well the space around this man was three feet in any direction, and unthinkingly, people were giving him exactly that much space as they moved around him on the sidewalk. I have been using the term “man” to identify this person, but I remember that a different term came to mind at that time. It was vampire. He definitely was not an average person, not even close. As I watched him his gaze was somewhat to the northeast of where he was standing. When the thought came to me “vampire,” his gaze slowly changed smoothly from what he may have been looking at, directly to me. He made eye to eye contact taking my breath away. I was frozen in place staring at him and it seemed nothing else existed. There were just his cold dark steady eyes looking into mine. I have no idea how much time went by like this, but suddenly he was gone. Think of it. Cold dark unblinking eyes staring into yours, locking your attention and then no eyes, no man and no comfortable feelings. I decided to rush back to my apartment. I am sure I slept with an extra pillow over my head that night for safety. Was he just an elderly gentleman who seemed different, or something else? You decide. I saw him and he was real just as I have written it here. These kinds of memories just won’t shake loose from the mind. He was the only real stranger I have ever seen.
Who am I?
I suppose many people wonder about that. For me, it seems just as important as ‘What’s for dinner?” important, to be sure, but not that important. Along the way I have been given some small clues, and some really strong clues. I have some memories that go back to age 2. At age 3 my grandmother started training me about the earth force and herbs. At age five my first father died. In the second grade my favorite book was House Wiring Diagrams and Regulations for the United States. I loved that book and still remember a lot of the content. In the fourth grade I would go to the city dump and collect discarded radios. At that time it was all vacuum tubes. I would use good tubes from one radio to fix another then take the good radios door to door selling them for a dollar. That supplemented my ten cents a week allowance. In high school my allowance was twenty- five cents a week for doing chores before and after school like feeding chickens and slopping the hogs, and I supplemented my allowance by fixing radios and TV’s. Back then most people still had black and white Portable TV’s, meaning they were on a stand that could be rotated around to point to the living room or the kitchen for all three channels.
At high school graduation in Emmett, Idaho, it was war time. President Johnson had just cancelled tuition assistance for poor farmboys like me. That meant with the draft, every young man without money for college would go into the military, generally for a one way trip to Viet Nam. The year was 1967. To avoid the draft, at age 17 my mother signed me up for the Marines in an aviation program. During my Marine years and later Navy years, many times my life would be in danger and sudden things would happen to prevent problems. People shot at me and missed or hit my radio equipment. A group of young men with knives surrounded me and a patrol jeep suddenly showed up. Things like that happened all the time. In 1998 I was stung by a bald faced hornet and totally reacted to the venom. Within 10 minutes my heart stopped and I died. I was running into the light and a woman appeared and stopped me. She said “it’s not your time yet, you have much to do.” I always thought family would meet you at the light, but I had no clue as to who this person was. Two years later, at the age of 50, I found out I had been adopted.
During all this time I had many considerable psychic abilities. Since I died, these abilities have continued to improve. I know now that I am an Indigo Adult. Although I do not know my future, I know that I will be ready when the time comes. My ability to heal with a touch is coming back to me.
Friday, November 19, 2010
I ONCE WONDERED
August 2010
It was that story on the History Channel about the “rods” found by cameras. It was 1994 and Jose Escamilla's story was big news. While filming parachutists jumping into a deep, vertical cave near San Luis Potosi, Mexico, Mark Lichtle who is a professional cameraman noticed the rods when playing back his film in slow motion. Lichtle saw numerous rods darting in and out of the frame and flying around the base jumpers as they fell through the air. Articles you may read will say the rods have been found in every country, in different geological areas from swamps to deserts, and I know they are in Idaho. If you read anything that says they do not exist, just ignore those people.
Not too long ago a local business caught fire. It was a pallet refurbishing company so the fire was great. We heard the sirens and went out on the porch looking south. Using Google Earth ™, the distance from our house to the wall of smoke was 920 feet. The burning pallets were just to the right (or west) of our line of sight. The wind was blowing due east at about 15 mph. Since it was late evening and dark, the smoke was well lighted from the burning wood. While we watched, something plowed through the burning embers and smoke from the west at a great speed and vanished once it was out of the smoke to the east. The object was traveling fast, but not so fast that we couldn’t see it.
Once again, using Google Earth ™ to make angular measurements, determine distances, and where the travel of the object was located, I came up with these facts. The Rod was traveling from west to east at a distance from us of 920 feet. We saw it for three seconds. It was traveling at about 50 mph. . My guess is, and it makes sense, the rods travel much faster in the sunlight than in the dark. The Rod was about 10 feet long and was a cylinder at about one foot diameter and with rounded blunt ends. It clearly had three sets of fins. They were not wings but had more the appearance of vibrating fins, one set within a foot of each end and one set in the middle. The Rod appeared from the right side of our view and on the left side of our view the smoke dimmed and was rising more vertically. The Rod was clearly distorting the smoke as it passed through it, and staying level at about 40 feet off the ground. The Rod exited the smoke and vanished. Without the smoke it was entirely invisible. It flew level and with a constant speed. My wife and I spend many nights in our chairs outside looking at the stars. At no time have we ever seen a Rod, but I think now they are there.
Sighting location: 43º 43’ 16” N , 116º 42’ 43.5 W or 4.6 miles NNW of Caldwell, ID.
It was that story on the History Channel about the “rods” found by cameras. It was 1994 and Jose Escamilla's story was big news. While filming parachutists jumping into a deep, vertical cave near San Luis Potosi, Mexico, Mark Lichtle who is a professional cameraman noticed the rods when playing back his film in slow motion. Lichtle saw numerous rods darting in and out of the frame and flying around the base jumpers as they fell through the air. Articles you may read will say the rods have been found in every country, in different geological areas from swamps to deserts, and I know they are in Idaho. If you read anything that says they do not exist, just ignore those people.
Not too long ago a local business caught fire. It was a pallet refurbishing company so the fire was great. We heard the sirens and went out on the porch looking south. Using Google Earth ™, the distance from our house to the wall of smoke was 920 feet. The burning pallets were just to the right (or west) of our line of sight. The wind was blowing due east at about 15 mph. Since it was late evening and dark, the smoke was well lighted from the burning wood. While we watched, something plowed through the burning embers and smoke from the west at a great speed and vanished once it was out of the smoke to the east. The object was traveling fast, but not so fast that we couldn’t see it.
Once again, using Google Earth ™ to make angular measurements, determine distances, and where the travel of the object was located, I came up with these facts. The Rod was traveling from west to east at a distance from us of 920 feet. We saw it for three seconds. It was traveling at about 50 mph. . My guess is, and it makes sense, the rods travel much faster in the sunlight than in the dark. The Rod was about 10 feet long and was a cylinder at about one foot diameter and with rounded blunt ends. It clearly had three sets of fins. They were not wings but had more the appearance of vibrating fins, one set within a foot of each end and one set in the middle. The Rod appeared from the right side of our view and on the left side of our view the smoke dimmed and was rising more vertically. The Rod was clearly distorting the smoke as it passed through it, and staying level at about 40 feet off the ground. The Rod exited the smoke and vanished. Without the smoke it was entirely invisible. It flew level and with a constant speed. My wife and I spend many nights in our chairs outside looking at the stars. At no time have we ever seen a Rod, but I think now they are there.
Sighting location: 43º 43’ 16” N , 116º 42’ 43.5 W or 4.6 miles NNW of Caldwell, ID.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
ODD STUFF FOUND
Some people will not like this because it is true.
There are many inconsistencies that I have found on your planet. On one side of the information reality I find that a lie or removing detail allows people to accept a story. On the other side of the reality would be the things I found which, although complicated are actually factual.
This may upset someone, but if you do not believe what I found you are more than welcome to follow each step for yourself. It starts with my first visit to Bethlehem. Going there in January meant it was not the tourist season, so getting there was a bit tough. Bethlehem sits just four miles southwest of Jerusalem, but really in a whole different world. There is an elevation difference and although Jerusalem is in Israel, Bethlehem is in an area called the West Bank. The weather in Jerusalem in January 1978 was sunny and fairly warm; however, just traveling the ten ground miles uphill (four air miles) to Bethlehem changed everything. The night before had covered Bethlehem with 14 inches of snow. Even though it was melting fast, the roads were definitely a mess.
Every tourist going to Bethlehem used to go to only one place, and that would be the Church of the Nativity built in the 4th Century. Going there, I already knew that the church was not built over the “spot” that Jesus was born. That knowledge was lost to normal people. In the 4th Century that space was a small meadow where the local pagans worshiped. To stop the Pagans, the Catholic Church, as it was at that time, built the Church of the Nativity over the meadow. The Pagans just moved four hundred feet due east of Manger Square to the next meadow, which is a Pagan Park now. When I entered the Church of the Nativity through the low arched door, four feet from the entrance there was a bronze plaque on the floor that said in several languages “This is the Spot.” Well, it actually said “This is the birthplace of Jesus and (such.)” To the right of the spot was an alter set up and to the left of the spot against the far wall there were stacked wooden folding chairs. I mentioned the low arched door. At the time the church was built, if you were five feet tall (the top of the arch) you were considered to be extraordinarily tall. The average height of people then was about four foot four for women and around four foot six for men. When you think of Jesus accurately, you must realize that is how tall he really was; about four foot six and he had olive colored skin, just like everyone else in the area. Also you may want to keep in mind that clothing was expensive and the average person wore just a single gown (long shirt with a rope at the waist) and wore no other garments.
I had the opportunity to visit Bethlehem just one year later in January 1979. That time there was only about three inches of snow on the ground and once again I entered the Church of the Nativity. (A side note here: Due to earth warming, since the mid-80’s it has only rarely snowed in Bethlehem; however, from the 70’s and before, snow was common at least once in the winter.) When I entered the church the entire interior was torn up. The Bronze “spot” was leaned up against the back wall, no chairs around, and the alter was pushed against the far right wall. Nearly all the original floorboards were torn up revealing dirt and in an area along the left wall a new floor was being placed, and tiles on top of that. Some of the back wall was knocked out revealing other rooms not usually seen by the public.
[At this point I would like to inject another experience that is more telling about modern humans and height. Like I have mentioned, I do not usually do just what tourist do. I get out, get dangerous, and learn more. In Naples Italy most tourists stick to the downtown region or take tourism busses to special sites. I hiked a lot, rode trains or busses and met lots of people. One really telling moment was early afternoon far away from any tourist traps. The street was filled with mostly women going to market. I am 5 feet 5 inches tall and at this time I noticed that I was a full head above a great majority of the people around me. The average height of the Italian women over the age of 40 would have been about 4 foot 10 inches. Just thought I would mention that.]
I returned to Bethlehem a third time just six months later, in June 1979 and the tourist busses were running and getting there was a lot easier. The buses made two stops in Bethlehem. The traditional stop at the Church of the Nativity was used and another stop at the newly commissioned Lutheran Christmas Church. The expanded church was part of an effort by the Palestinian National Authority to increase tourism, and there was a rumor of opening the Monastery to tourists. When I approached the Church of the Nativity, I saw that some stone blocks had been inserted under the arch and it was now at six feet in height making entry by modern humans a bit easier. When I entered the church I saw an all new tiled floor, the bronze plaque “spot” was moved towards a new back wall so it was about fifteen feet from the door and an all new and larger alter was installed on the right. On the left was a small curio shop.
Since it was not winter, I did not have to worry about a cabbie waiting for me to finish being a tourist. Busses were going to be running hourly all day long. So I decided to explore the area. Being the “West Bank,” Americans were being told to stay with the buses, but I always explored on my own. In fact, I found all the people I met were both friendly and spoke perfect English. I ate a meal with one family, but I have no idea what any of it was. In Panama I would eat from the street vendors selling monkey meat, but also noticed there were no stray dogs around. Well, back to the West Bank. I asked this family if there were any traditional buildings around, some that would fit in the area as easily two thousand years ago as they do now. To my amazement, they said in the next valley, leading into the Judean Desert were many traditional homes. So after the meal, that is where we hiked to.
Each traditional home was on a lot about thirty feet wide against the street and about fifty feet deep. Fencing around the lot was made up of anything the owners could gather to make a fence that livestock would not go through. Most of the animals were goats with a couple of chickens and rabbits. Centered against the street was the house at about twelve feet wide and centered on the ground floor of the house was a five foot doorway with a gate. The ground floor was the animal’s shelter along with a feeding trough with edges raised about six inches above the ground. The trough was about 4 feet long. In the traditional Christmas story, this would have been the manger. The walls were mud brick and plaster and about eight inches thick. At six feet above the ground was the underside of the first floor of the house. A ladder of sorts nailed against the wall on the right of the entrance led to a trap door. The man that I walked over with said his cousin lived there, and he knocked. The trap door opened and after a lengthy exchange of greetings, we were invited up. The bottom floor of the home had a five foot ceiling and in the back was another tacked ladder, two boards, leading to another trap door. The man I was with interpreted for me and all my questions. The house had been in the family for a few hundred years and constantly maintained. It was the tenth or twelfth house built on the same spot over many hundreds of years. He said it originally was an Inn. People would knock on the first trap door, be in out of the weather, and lay a blanket down to sleep on. When the floor was full, then no more people could stay. Above this area was the real home which was a one room living space for the family; or, about six people. There lived three adults (parents and one grandparent) and three kids. A bathroom was a bucket which was poured out the rear window with the livestock manure. So, back to the Christmas Story, when there was no room at the inn it meant that the first floor had all the sleeping people it could handle. Also, it would be one of the sleepers who would roll over and answer any knocks on the trap door.
There is only one more thing I would like to say about the Christmas Story. There is a lot more information of accuracy that you can find, but not this: Three wise men came to the birth from the East. The story says they were following a star that guided them to Bethlehem. There is very little accuracy to that part of the story. The three “wise men” were court astrologers, probably from Ur, a remnant of the Sumerian empire. In their training as astrologers they would have been very familiar with the third eye chakra meditation. The third eye, our pineal gland is the seat of the soul. It is shaped like a pinecone and is filled with vitreous humor the same as the eyes. All ancient religions and early christian religions used the pinecone symbol. Even the Pope’s staff today is topped with the pinecone symbol of the pineal gland. Learning to access your third eye vision allows you to see more than the other two eyes. In this case, the Astrologers would have at some time been meditating in the third eye and saw that as they moved their heads, a bright point of light would keep showing up. Knowing that only something very spiritual would be happening, they prepared for the trip and left about a month before the birth. That is where the guiding star was, and still is. Faint though it may be, it still exists in a valley half way between Bethlehem and Bayt Sahur. To learn more about the third eye, YouTube is full of excellent information. The development of the third eye is responsible for Indigo Adults and Crystal Children; in other words, more to look up in YouTube. This is real. Following a star in the sky is not.
If ever you get to Rome, there is one very interesting thing you can do. It is not a tourist thing. In fact, when you ride the tourist bus to any of the oldest churches, go inside and look around, but exit quickly. The churches are indeed old, but most of what is inside are copies of originals so that the originals can be protected in an underground vault. Instead, squeeze through the fences and walk around the outside of the churches. At the very lowest layer of stones that were laid as a base for the church itself, take some pictures. What you will find on those stones, kept out of public view, are images of people who are not quite like we are, images of warriors clearly fighting off what we would call dinosaurs, and many other things that are part of mythology. At least we are taught they are myth. After looking at the base stones of the oldest Christian churches, I have pause to wonder if they are mythology, or a religion purging the world of anyone not like them, and writing out of history such things as wood sprites and elves. If they did not exist except in lore, why take the trouble to engrave hard stone with their defeat fifteen centuries ago and then not allow people to see the engravings? Interestingly, the phrase knock on wood comes from the beginning of human time and referred to knocking on the wood of a tree while talking if you did not want the wood sprites living at that tree to hear what you say. Then you have the church base engravings of the Christian warriors killing the wood sprites, but the expression lived on.
In the old world I have seen several trilithons. A trilithon is a quarried stone of great weight and often placed over piers so that it could be easily 20 feet above the original ground level. They can also be used as a base for a temple. The one I saw in Malta was in a location called Flagar Qin and is the one that is 57 tons and placed 20 feet above the ground to make an entrance to a special place. Supposedly, it was built by giants (local lore) and has been dated to about 5000 B.C. or 7,000 years ago when the strongest metal made by humans was copper. When you see these stones in person it is easier to believe that giants moved the stones rather than a cave dwelling human that woke up one day and said “let’s quarry stones from 50 to 90 tons each and build a place of prayer. It will only take 10 generations to complete.” Modern tests have shown that modern humans do not have the ability to move these stones with cranes, D-9 Cats or anything else.
Another trilithon that I saw was in Lebanon at Baalbek. These three stones are cut with perfect edges, perfectly rectangular, and are over 30,000 tons each. They are the top caps of dozens of stones that are 25 tons each. So the small 25 ton stones were laid, then the three trilithons were placed on top of them to make the outer floor of a temple complex. Although the temple complex was built by the Romans, they did not put the trilithons there. That was a much older work by several thousand years. I will agree with any model of moving them other than Neolithic Humans. But, there was a way then that is nearly lost to us now. Even the Giants that lived then would be too weak for the job.
The Inca of Peru did a lot of stone work and what they used was a plant. The juice of the plant would melt rock. Since the plants were used during monolithic times for building, all the plants were used up from their sources for Europe, Asia and Africa. Some still do exist in the mountains south of the Inca city of Machu Picchu. Explorers of the early 1900’s told stories of finding this odd plant but were laughed at. Local Peruvians told of ancient stories about the plant being used to soften stone to build walls and making perfect seams. The plant stood about one foot above the ground, spread by root only so it grew in patches. The leaves, reddish in appearance, looked similar to maple leaves.
So, I believe in the plant, and I believe the monolithic period was over when humans could no longer find the plant. Just like Easter Island and the natives cut down all the trees to move their statues and then the island could no longer support life; so too, with the loss of the plant then no more monothiths. Hmmm, aren’t we cutting down too many trees too? To read more about strange things and the plant that melts rock, Google “[PDF] Earths Forbidden Secrets Part One-Maxwell Igan.pdf” and you will find the "Welcome to the Crowhouse" entry. Download and use is free. Read to approximately Figure 60, and you will learn all about the plant. Many things in this document I have seen. Many, many more I have not seen. I wonder if I have also seen the plants on my hikes to remote locations.
There are many inconsistencies that I have found on your planet. On one side of the information reality I find that a lie or removing detail allows people to accept a story. On the other side of the reality would be the things I found which, although complicated are actually factual.
This may upset someone, but if you do not believe what I found you are more than welcome to follow each step for yourself. It starts with my first visit to Bethlehem. Going there in January meant it was not the tourist season, so getting there was a bit tough. Bethlehem sits just four miles southwest of Jerusalem, but really in a whole different world. There is an elevation difference and although Jerusalem is in Israel, Bethlehem is in an area called the West Bank. The weather in Jerusalem in January 1978 was sunny and fairly warm; however, just traveling the ten ground miles uphill (four air miles) to Bethlehem changed everything. The night before had covered Bethlehem with 14 inches of snow. Even though it was melting fast, the roads were definitely a mess.
Every tourist going to Bethlehem used to go to only one place, and that would be the Church of the Nativity built in the 4th Century. Going there, I already knew that the church was not built over the “spot” that Jesus was born. That knowledge was lost to normal people. In the 4th Century that space was a small meadow where the local pagans worshiped. To stop the Pagans, the Catholic Church, as it was at that time, built the Church of the Nativity over the meadow. The Pagans just moved four hundred feet due east of Manger Square to the next meadow, which is a Pagan Park now. When I entered the Church of the Nativity through the low arched door, four feet from the entrance there was a bronze plaque on the floor that said in several languages “This is the Spot.” Well, it actually said “This is the birthplace of Jesus and (such.)” To the right of the spot was an alter set up and to the left of the spot against the far wall there were stacked wooden folding chairs. I mentioned the low arched door. At the time the church was built, if you were five feet tall (the top of the arch) you were considered to be extraordinarily tall. The average height of people then was about four foot four for women and around four foot six for men. When you think of Jesus accurately, you must realize that is how tall he really was; about four foot six and he had olive colored skin, just like everyone else in the area. Also you may want to keep in mind that clothing was expensive and the average person wore just a single gown (long shirt with a rope at the waist) and wore no other garments.
I had the opportunity to visit Bethlehem just one year later in January 1979. That time there was only about three inches of snow on the ground and once again I entered the Church of the Nativity. (A side note here: Due to earth warming, since the mid-80’s it has only rarely snowed in Bethlehem; however, from the 70’s and before, snow was common at least once in the winter.) When I entered the church the entire interior was torn up. The Bronze “spot” was leaned up against the back wall, no chairs around, and the alter was pushed against the far right wall. Nearly all the original floorboards were torn up revealing dirt and in an area along the left wall a new floor was being placed, and tiles on top of that. Some of the back wall was knocked out revealing other rooms not usually seen by the public.
[At this point I would like to inject another experience that is more telling about modern humans and height. Like I have mentioned, I do not usually do just what tourist do. I get out, get dangerous, and learn more. In Naples Italy most tourists stick to the downtown region or take tourism busses to special sites. I hiked a lot, rode trains or busses and met lots of people. One really telling moment was early afternoon far away from any tourist traps. The street was filled with mostly women going to market. I am 5 feet 5 inches tall and at this time I noticed that I was a full head above a great majority of the people around me. The average height of the Italian women over the age of 40 would have been about 4 foot 10 inches. Just thought I would mention that.]
I returned to Bethlehem a third time just six months later, in June 1979 and the tourist busses were running and getting there was a lot easier. The buses made two stops in Bethlehem. The traditional stop at the Church of the Nativity was used and another stop at the newly commissioned Lutheran Christmas Church. The expanded church was part of an effort by the Palestinian National Authority to increase tourism, and there was a rumor of opening the Monastery to tourists. When I approached the Church of the Nativity, I saw that some stone blocks had been inserted under the arch and it was now at six feet in height making entry by modern humans a bit easier. When I entered the church I saw an all new tiled floor, the bronze plaque “spot” was moved towards a new back wall so it was about fifteen feet from the door and an all new and larger alter was installed on the right. On the left was a small curio shop.
Since it was not winter, I did not have to worry about a cabbie waiting for me to finish being a tourist. Busses were going to be running hourly all day long. So I decided to explore the area. Being the “West Bank,” Americans were being told to stay with the buses, but I always explored on my own. In fact, I found all the people I met were both friendly and spoke perfect English. I ate a meal with one family, but I have no idea what any of it was. In Panama I would eat from the street vendors selling monkey meat, but also noticed there were no stray dogs around. Well, back to the West Bank. I asked this family if there were any traditional buildings around, some that would fit in the area as easily two thousand years ago as they do now. To my amazement, they said in the next valley, leading into the Judean Desert were many traditional homes. So after the meal, that is where we hiked to.
Each traditional home was on a lot about thirty feet wide against the street and about fifty feet deep. Fencing around the lot was made up of anything the owners could gather to make a fence that livestock would not go through. Most of the animals were goats with a couple of chickens and rabbits. Centered against the street was the house at about twelve feet wide and centered on the ground floor of the house was a five foot doorway with a gate. The ground floor was the animal’s shelter along with a feeding trough with edges raised about six inches above the ground. The trough was about 4 feet long. In the traditional Christmas story, this would have been the manger. The walls were mud brick and plaster and about eight inches thick. At six feet above the ground was the underside of the first floor of the house. A ladder of sorts nailed against the wall on the right of the entrance led to a trap door. The man that I walked over with said his cousin lived there, and he knocked. The trap door opened and after a lengthy exchange of greetings, we were invited up. The bottom floor of the home had a five foot ceiling and in the back was another tacked ladder, two boards, leading to another trap door. The man I was with interpreted for me and all my questions. The house had been in the family for a few hundred years and constantly maintained. It was the tenth or twelfth house built on the same spot over many hundreds of years. He said it originally was an Inn. People would knock on the first trap door, be in out of the weather, and lay a blanket down to sleep on. When the floor was full, then no more people could stay. Above this area was the real home which was a one room living space for the family; or, about six people. There lived three adults (parents and one grandparent) and three kids. A bathroom was a bucket which was poured out the rear window with the livestock manure. So, back to the Christmas Story, when there was no room at the inn it meant that the first floor had all the sleeping people it could handle. Also, it would be one of the sleepers who would roll over and answer any knocks on the trap door.
There is only one more thing I would like to say about the Christmas Story. There is a lot more information of accuracy that you can find, but not this: Three wise men came to the birth from the East. The story says they were following a star that guided them to Bethlehem. There is very little accuracy to that part of the story. The three “wise men” were court astrologers, probably from Ur, a remnant of the Sumerian empire. In their training as astrologers they would have been very familiar with the third eye chakra meditation. The third eye, our pineal gland is the seat of the soul. It is shaped like a pinecone and is filled with vitreous humor the same as the eyes. All ancient religions and early christian religions used the pinecone symbol. Even the Pope’s staff today is topped with the pinecone symbol of the pineal gland. Learning to access your third eye vision allows you to see more than the other two eyes. In this case, the Astrologers would have at some time been meditating in the third eye and saw that as they moved their heads, a bright point of light would keep showing up. Knowing that only something very spiritual would be happening, they prepared for the trip and left about a month before the birth. That is where the guiding star was, and still is. Faint though it may be, it still exists in a valley half way between Bethlehem and Bayt Sahur. To learn more about the third eye, YouTube is full of excellent information. The development of the third eye is responsible for Indigo Adults and Crystal Children; in other words, more to look up in YouTube. This is real. Following a star in the sky is not.
If ever you get to Rome, there is one very interesting thing you can do. It is not a tourist thing. In fact, when you ride the tourist bus to any of the oldest churches, go inside and look around, but exit quickly. The churches are indeed old, but most of what is inside are copies of originals so that the originals can be protected in an underground vault. Instead, squeeze through the fences and walk around the outside of the churches. At the very lowest layer of stones that were laid as a base for the church itself, take some pictures. What you will find on those stones, kept out of public view, are images of people who are not quite like we are, images of warriors clearly fighting off what we would call dinosaurs, and many other things that are part of mythology. At least we are taught they are myth. After looking at the base stones of the oldest Christian churches, I have pause to wonder if they are mythology, or a religion purging the world of anyone not like them, and writing out of history such things as wood sprites and elves. If they did not exist except in lore, why take the trouble to engrave hard stone with their defeat fifteen centuries ago and then not allow people to see the engravings? Interestingly, the phrase knock on wood comes from the beginning of human time and referred to knocking on the wood of a tree while talking if you did not want the wood sprites living at that tree to hear what you say. Then you have the church base engravings of the Christian warriors killing the wood sprites, but the expression lived on.
In the old world I have seen several trilithons. A trilithon is a quarried stone of great weight and often placed over piers so that it could be easily 20 feet above the original ground level. They can also be used as a base for a temple. The one I saw in Malta was in a location called Flagar Qin and is the one that is 57 tons and placed 20 feet above the ground to make an entrance to a special place. Supposedly, it was built by giants (local lore) and has been dated to about 5000 B.C. or 7,000 years ago when the strongest metal made by humans was copper. When you see these stones in person it is easier to believe that giants moved the stones rather than a cave dwelling human that woke up one day and said “let’s quarry stones from 50 to 90 tons each and build a place of prayer. It will only take 10 generations to complete.” Modern tests have shown that modern humans do not have the ability to move these stones with cranes, D-9 Cats or anything else.
Another trilithon that I saw was in Lebanon at Baalbek. These three stones are cut with perfect edges, perfectly rectangular, and are over 30,000 tons each. They are the top caps of dozens of stones that are 25 tons each. So the small 25 ton stones were laid, then the three trilithons were placed on top of them to make the outer floor of a temple complex. Although the temple complex was built by the Romans, they did not put the trilithons there. That was a much older work by several thousand years. I will agree with any model of moving them other than Neolithic Humans. But, there was a way then that is nearly lost to us now. Even the Giants that lived then would be too weak for the job.
The Inca of Peru did a lot of stone work and what they used was a plant. The juice of the plant would melt rock. Since the plants were used during monolithic times for building, all the plants were used up from their sources for Europe, Asia and Africa. Some still do exist in the mountains south of the Inca city of Machu Picchu. Explorers of the early 1900’s told stories of finding this odd plant but were laughed at. Local Peruvians told of ancient stories about the plant being used to soften stone to build walls and making perfect seams. The plant stood about one foot above the ground, spread by root only so it grew in patches. The leaves, reddish in appearance, looked similar to maple leaves.
So, I believe in the plant, and I believe the monolithic period was over when humans could no longer find the plant. Just like Easter Island and the natives cut down all the trees to move their statues and then the island could no longer support life; so too, with the loss of the plant then no more monothiths. Hmmm, aren’t we cutting down too many trees too? To read more about strange things and the plant that melts rock, Google “[PDF] Earths Forbidden Secrets Part One-Maxwell Igan.pdf” and you will find the "Welcome to the Crowhouse" entry. Download and use is free. Read to approximately Figure 60, and you will learn all about the plant. Many things in this document I have seen. Many, many more I have not seen. I wonder if I have also seen the plants on my hikes to remote locations.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Of Airplanes and Triangles
There has been so much published in so many ways about the Bermuda Triangle that I will not go into any of that. Losses of both people and their conveyances throughout the greater Triangle area are well documented. It is not a condition just seen off the East Coast of the U.S., but also the same circumstance exists off the coast of Japan in the Dragon’s Triangle. However, even with so much documentation there are still many who doubt that it is a real force. Personally, I have no doubts at all. Early in the year of 1969 I was in the Marines on a sea cruise with the USS Guadalcanal. This was a small helicopter aircraft carrier on which my squadron HMM-365 with about eight CH-46D aircraft was attached. I guess our purpose was to travel throughout the Caribbean Sea to insure everybody was being nice. Usually the common Marine was not told where we were or where we were going. Sometimes we would pull into a port and be allowed to check out the natives. We would test the local food and beverage just to insure all was OK. It was a tough job but someone had to do it. In fact, I made three trips to the Caribbean this way and did not miss very many ports of call in the island chains, South America, or Central America. I transferred between three squadrons just for the trips. HMM-162, HMM-261 and HMM-365. I had a great advantage in knowing just where we were. I was the primary electronics technician for the squadron and had my own shop on the ship and a special large white unit about 10 feet by 20 feet in floor space and tall enough to stand in. Came with its’ own power generator and air conditioner. If we off-loaded on to some hot and sweaty island for war games, my little hut was very popular. Usually, when at sea, I stayed in my office fixing all the electronic aviation equipment that others would test and pass/fail on the aircraft. Once in a while I would have a problem with a piece of equipment wherein it would work on my bench but not in the helicopter. In a case like that I would put it in the plane myself and check all the systems working together. I was fully checked out on the CH-46D and was one of the rare Avionics Crew Chiefs. Most Crew Chiefs were from the metal shop. I could get in the Helicopter, pump the hydraulics, start the APU, bring all the systems on line and work on anything. On one evening this is exactly what I was doing. The piece of equipment I was working on that evening was an ARN-52(v) TACAN. Tacan stands for Tactical Air Navigation. In civilian aircraft the same type of equipment is called a VOR-TAC Variable Omni Ranging for the VOR. All the tacans could communicate with each other and tell each operator what direction and how far away the other airplane was. I was testing the channels and hit a response. I locked into an aircraft that was 50 miles away to our north and headed right for us. At that time we were off the north side of the island of Saint Thomas slowly headed westward towards San Juan, PR. Since the system was working, I shut everything down and went outside to find out if I could see the airplane headed in. It was late in the day just before sundown and quite warm. Once on the flight deck and all was quiet, I looked to the north and could make out the plane headed for us. It had four props and a fairly good size. The aircraft seemed to be going slow and I wondered how close to stall speed they were; in other words, every aircraft has a minimum speed for flying. If under the minimum speed it would not stay in the air and would then glide like a falling rock. Since I was on the starboard side of the ship looking up, several others stopped to watch whatever it was I was looking at. The plane was close enough now, maybe just a mile away and we could hear the engines. Then the plane vanished! Within a half mile of where I was standing, looking overhead, the airplane vanished and no more sound of the engines. Soon the sun set, it was a bit darker, and on the public address system for the ship called the 1MC, came the order for “All hands on deck” and all the ships spot lights came on. We turned towards the location where the aircraft vanished and nothing was found. Several of us were interviewed concerning what we saw. What I saw was a verified contact (via my TACAN) and a visual of the plane at an altitude of maybe 1000 feet. It was less than a half mile away and just vanished. The incident was hushed up and I heard no more. When on the internet a few years ago I remembered the incident. I tried to discover more about it but the entry was very cryptic. Vanished: 1969, March 8: big Douglas DC-4 in cargo service; after leaving the Azores. Crew: 3. N3821 They left the Azores and flew towards San Juan, PR, and almost made it. I wonder where they went. Trust me; considering the evidence, I do not want to follow them to find out. Vanishing in the Bermuda Triangle is far too real to me. You are just reading about it, and I lived it.
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