A New Dawn- Waking Up to The Electric Universe

By: Heather Stargazer, 2017

My Gift to you. Download a free PDF by clicking on the link below and start exploring.


This book is a collection of exploration, discovery, and curiosity as seen through the eyes of an observer. Here is an attempt to present numerable and credible findings of daring and brave scientists, researchers, medical doctors, mathematicians, philosophers, historians, artists and searching souls, who boldly speak the truth of their discoveries, in a way that the reader may begin to see the cohesive threads that connect them all and openly ask the questions that come to mind. Current runs through everything, from the macro to the micro. This current is electromagnetism. It is present in every facet of our shared Universe and History. While I am eternally grateful to those whose time and findings are shared within this text, the views, opinions, questions, and ideas, unless otherwise expressed, are completely my own. My hope is that through open dialogue and informed research, we may build new structures of perception that will allow us to bridge the gaps between the fields of understanding.

Heather Stargazer Love and Light

How do we measure ourselves?

Heather Stargazer is an author, artist, and Galaxy Class Stargazer who hales from somewhere near the 42nd parallel. As a classically trained artist and craftsman, Heather has spent the past twenty years exploring the inner-workings of the electric cosmos and symbolism, and humanity’s relationship with them. Her work is the product of the inspirational spaces within which we all reside. Working with several dedicated members and organizations of the Electric Universe community, she has invited us to explore these new realms of electromagnetic possibilities and connect to a whole new understanding of what has come before us and where we are going in the future. There are currents that flow between all facets of Science, History, Nature, and Humanity. These currents are the key to unlocking the next level of our collective understanding. She asks that you please join us on this journey as we wake up in real time to the Electric Universe.

Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, Heather attended The College for Creative Studies with a major in Fine Arts and a Minor in Interdisciplinary Crafts. In 2006, She traveled the American West for six years studying diverse aspects of American culture. For her, a recreational focus on writing poetry and a curiosity about physics has opened many doors to friendships and newfound understandings of Universal Mechanics. Stargazer found a home with many writer’s groups in Michigan, Colorado, and California. Among them are Poetry West in Colorado Springs, Poetry719, and a nomination for spoken word poet of the year by the Pikes Peak Council of The Arts in 2009. In 2012, Stargazer founded Wordsmith’s Writers Workshop in Wyandotte Michigan. Most recently, Stargazer has attended several Science Conferences to collect data for her first book, including The Thunderbolts Project EU2017 Future Sciences Conference to research Electric Cosmology and the electromagnetic interconnection between all things. She has more conferences lined up for the future. Stargazer hopes to have her second book finished next year (2021)

Inner Spaces

Art from spaces inside and out…..


It’s Complexicated – A Different View of The Irish Megaliths

Welcome to a different perspective on the Ancient Irish megaliths. What can we learn about our past and our future by looking at history in a totally different way? Join the Heathen StarGazers as we explore light, logic, stones, and sound spiraling out a whole new twist on the Ancient past. * A special thank you to all the people whose work has made this possible. Your light is so bright! And, an apology to anyone whose mention I may have forgotten. Many steps make the journey. May our paths ever cross with gratitude. H.S.

Welcome To Heathen Stargazers

A place for inspiration to learn and stars to shine.

Brought to you by our host, Heather Stargazer. Heather is an artist and writer who is drawing lines between the art of science and new views on history. What has already been discovered? What will we discover next?

Heathen Stargazers is a socially interactive group directed at educating through inspiration. Incorporating information from many dependable sources and varying perspectives of people within their respective fields with the general public and citizen explorers enables the former to clarify their own findings and bring forth new data and discoveries, and the latter to ask questions and also voice their own perspectives so that the two may create a more harmonious level of learning and interactions in society as a whole. Through social media, publication on YouTube, A website, and face-to-face meetings, we achieve broader networks, spread more information, discover amazing things, and inspire a whole new world of ideas.

The Art of Heathen Stargazing

I’m a peacock. Well. I mean, I was a peacock. Not that anyone at my Alma Mater had much school spirit. Though, one year we did have an end of the year luau with a pig on a spit. Apple in its mouth and everything. Put a chubby, male, transportation design senior exchange student in a corn-silk wig and a poofy-white-satin-thrift-store wedding gown. Sat him awkwardly in a stolen shopping cart and paraded him around as our homecoming queen. Glittery Mardi Gras tiara and confetti. I thought it was one of the best school events we’d had but, all the vegan kids complained about the bacon smell. So, Dylan Spatzky taped two pieces of raw bacon to the vending machine with a sign that said, “50 cents” and called it ephemeral art. I didn’t buy the bacon but I liked the idea. We’re all peacocks in our own way.

Our expression is a manifestation of our vision. An outward projection of an inner assessment. The assessment is characterized by how we view or see a What? Whatever it is we see.  At art school we are taught to take apart the assessment to the bare bones and identify the things that are calling to us. Then present an effective translation of the particular bones that called. It this case, it might be ham bones.

We draw what we see. Sometimes we see it in front of us. Sometimes we see it in our imagination. We write what we experience, observe, learn, and dream. As artists, if we can find a uniquely creative way to communicate our expression, we may consider ourselves successful. There are those who embrace the abstract and there are others who come by an innate photorealism. As if they had eyes in their hands.

After five years at the same school, twenty-five years in the same city, it all started to look the same. Different interpretations of the same things. Broken windows of abandoned factories in charcoal, home bums in baggy clothes foreshortened to weird angles, everyone’s roommates in their identical dorm bathrooms making faces in the mirror. And cars. Shit tons of cars.

This is the landscape that surrounds; the available subject matter. When we see something abnormal show up in an individual’s work, we see said abnormality as the artist’s metaphor. When we see something carried through multiple works relative to a specific time and place, we can presume that “something” was a tangible presence so impactful, many individuals felt the impressing need to document it. These impactful presences can be so abundantly used they become symbols.

There are innumerable symbols in use worldwide including the letters of our written languages. When a symbol is applied to multiple meanings, its origins become lost in translation. We see them. We use them. We don’t know why. There are symbols we can’t equate. Icons so far removed from their origin we dismiss their authenticity. We see them now as graphics or logos. Technically, “logos” means the word of God but it also means, reason.  What were the reasons for these symbols again? We’ve passed them through a game of telephone so long that what is now heard resembles nothing of what was said.

The thing that’s striking is that the exact same symbols can be found throughout the ancient world accompanied by similar stories all assigning the similar attributes to similar symbols in similar ways.

What’s even more staggering is that the evolution of these symbols and themes coincides globally with verifiable geological occurrences.

As humans, we influence each other. But how much? Does it matter what others think? Did we make that for someone else or for ourselves? Did we make it because everyone else made one? Why are we making those anyway? Why does yours look different from mine?  How can we all be looking at the same things and seeing them so differently? And how can the exquisite diversity of some things be seen in such finite ways? How can we understand it unless we view it from multiple angles? What if we can’t even see it from here?

The deeper we peer into our microscopes the more things start to look the same. It seems these patterns repeat out into the infinity of space. Solar systems begin to resemble atoms. Galaxies begin to resemble hurricanes. The Universe suddenly looks like the web of neurons that transmit the electrical impulses in our brains.

Is it really all the same? Or does it just look that way? If you drew them could you tell them apart? If it looks the same, why shouldn’t we expect it to behave similarly as well? Have we been looking over some of the most basic universal patterns because our science education has taught us to adopt their misunderstanding of universal mechanics? Is it hidden in plain sight?

I think I see it right there. Just behind the individuality.

We find comfort in patterns. They organize things so we know what to expect. When we know what to expect, we don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen in the future. We can focus on other things. Nature is elegant at presenting infinite possibilities within a set pattern while still adhering to the pattern’s basic principles. I find those expressions to be akin to music. The swing in the beat between beats. The soul of the music. It’s the thing that drives your feet to tapping and your hands to clapping. It’s the thing that gets us to a state of consciousness that connects us to the players and other listeners. The swing is what uplifts us in melody and what unites us in harmony. I mean, it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, right?

Is that swing between the pattern of the equation where the spirit of life exists? Is that the missing link that resides outside the math and scientific method of it all?

Music is very grounding to me. My tastes vary as much as my experience thus, music is a catalyst for immediate emotional support. What song was I listening to when I last felt that way? What playlist brings me joy? Whose lyrics are going to help me feel validated, understood, less alone? How many instruments’ strings can stroke my soul? How much metal does it take to sooth my angst? Punk rock is university in spikes. Appalachian mountain music feels like bare feet in cool grass in a place my grandpa talked about.

To know these rhythms is to know your place. Each dance is different. Each voice its own song. But it’s all a part of the music.

What if stars were just having their own experience?

They say this is the lifestyle for most stars. We can see them in their vast expanses of space twinkling bright and then fizzling out like many a one hit wonder. In this view, each star and our own Sun are independent entities that live out their own dreams on their own terms. Free to join forces and become binaries or explode into supernovas who spread their remnants around in a fit to be gathered into new objects later. They say all stuff is created from the star-stuff thrown about in these tantrums. One star’s trash is now someone’s mother. Or, maybe they just collapse under the pressure and become villainous blackholes who want to suck everything into their collapse with them. Misery does love company after all. If they can’t emit light then no one will!

It all seems as disconnected and melodramatic as the stuffy, closed set of an outdated soap opera. Like the sands of the hourglass nebula, these are the ways of our skies.

Maybe it’s Us who are feeling disconnected in our dysfunctional independence.

Are we projecting our feelings of loneliness onto our view of the universe? Let’s reject the notion that we are connected to it lest we not be rejected by it first.


I say this to illustrate a point. It’s easier to understand something when given an emotional basis for comparison. Science is cold. Hard. Facts. It has to be to do its job. When we remove any of the components of the whole, we fail to see the entirety of its function. We are a part of a greater whole that exists within a set of scientific barriers that are only extended when fed more cold, hard, facts. And yet we simultaneously exist outside of those perimeters.

It seems the biggest misconception is that there is one Right answer out there that is going to line all the ducks up in a row to spell the alphabet backwards. Proving all else, without exception, to be wrong.

Maybe it’s the vernacular to blame.

If something is right something else must inherently be wrong. Then what’s left?

Yeah, everything in nature has its equal and opposite but in that, one cannot exist without the other. Without that oppositional balance, both things would neutralize and the variance and extremities would cease to exist. We hold tight to our rights because no one wants to end up being in the wrong. Or worse, ceasing to exist all together. I promise everyone can be right and wrong all at the same time and we will all still exist.

Whew! Glad we got that out of the way.

What about exchanging the word “right” for the word “truth”? Something can be true without carrying the burden of being right or wrong. Things can be simultaneously true and untrue depending on context and circumstance. Scientific truth is truth based on facts.  Asking what is true within a question allows for exploration without creating a competition to elevate or degrade

Our predecessors had no problem seeing the effects of some of these truths. They embraced them and nurtured the growth of their cultures through what we suppose is magic. Are these forces of ritual, these symbols carved and repeated, the misguided notions of the uneducated ignorant? Or are they the culmination of eons of understanding expressed globally that we as modern humans have dismissed?

Some of us can’t accept something unless we can see it, poke it, prod it, test it, and then recreate it in a lab. Others of us can see something is a thing that has a function by the observation of its service and simply accept that it does exist.

The camps are set. Their sandy floor is separated by the draw of a child’s stick digging a shallow line that falls back in on itself as it leads to an arbitrary end. Thus, the endless bickering and banter. How does banter evolve into conversation? How do we know what to believe?

I’ve heard that the way to the truth is through the light. Maybe the truth is that light that shines the way. Maybe it’s actually about light. Maybe that’s what they saw that we’re not seeing.

 But who put any of us in charge anyway? Must have been that damn peacock.  Ya know, He has many eyes but can only see with two. And even then, they have to be open.

The Resonance of Evolution

Resonance and Evolution- Did the Color of Light Contribute to Evolution?

 A Question by: Heather Stargazer, 2019

Sometimes, I wonder if there are beings out there in the Universe who visually see things in wavelength bands outside our visible spectrum of light and wonder if they can even see us. Realistically, we can only see in other wavelengths when they’ve been converted to colors we can see. We can’t actually see infrared but we can create a model of it. We couldn’t see radio waves until we discovered them and translated​ them and now we use them. Their discovery revolutionized communication. We can’t see the microwaves emanating from the kitchen but, are there beings out there who would see them as if a lamp had come on? Plants eat light. They take the lumen packets of spectral light and convert them into metabolic sugars.

We have heat signatures, so things that see in infrared can see us. We have a slight bioluminescence. We have electric impulse. What other wavelengths do we project? How do those outside wavelengths interact with our wavelengths? How can we see it when it’s happening?

What do energy, frequency, and vibration have in common? They like to ride the waves, Braw. Hang ten. They all travel in waves at different rates and speeds through space and matter. They radiate. They’re radiation.

Even the light we see is a kind of radiation. The types of radiation are categorized by their wavelength range and the temperature at which they are radiated by an object. The visible spectrum has a wavelength range of 390-700 nanometers which is roughly a frequency of 430-700 THz (terahertz).  The wavelengths span from 0-0.01 for gamma rays, to more than 10,000,000 which are our beloved radio waves. Even within our visible spectrum color variations are separated by the different wavelengths at which they travel. Still with me?

It’s weird that this has been the most difficult video to make so far. There’s so much to say here.

I want to talk to you guys about the resonance of light and sound. I found a ton of stuff on the effects of varying resonances on the human body. Tones and pitches of waves projected in special shapes that kill tumors or halt the progression of Alzheimer’s. Frequencies to make people relax, frequencies to help people sleep. Waves and tones for just about everything. If frequencies can have such a huge impact on our metabolisms and psychological function, what happens when the incoming frequencies of the space weather change? How could the colors of incoming light have changed us? How could changing frequencies have changed the world? Is there anything you would like to tell us about this? Is there anything helpful you could add? Please let us know in the comments below.

 I was wondering what the plants had to say about it. Plants enjoy different flavors of light waves for different meals. Plants are cool because they have this habit of mutating to suite the environment changing around them. They do this at an impressive pace because they have to. It’s amazing. They are sensitive and responsive. They have a choice to dance or dwindle. They are beautiful dancers.

Photosynthesis is a fascinating thing. The light we see is actually little, tiny particle packets called lumens. The different colors we see are streams of lumens riding different wavelengths. They are separated by speed and temperature which is measured using the Kelvin scale. Plants tend to like between 6500K and 5000K to grow in the cool and bright light of spring. Then in the fall when the light is around 3000K, they flower and fruit in their ready for a winter’s nap. When a stream of lumen packets runs into an object, the lumens will either be absorbed or reflected back. We see the color that is the reflected wavelengths. Chlorophyll, the substance in plants responsible for photosynthesis, is generally green. That means that the plants are absorbing all the other spectrums​ of lumens. Those lumens are then metabolized to not only nourish the plant, but also as indicators for hormonal stage changes. They’re basically eating colors of light and some wavelengths that are beyond our vision like ultraviolet and infrared.

Most plants go through vegetative and flowering stages during their life cycle. The ratio for the amount of daylight verses the amount of darkness is referred to as a photo-period. Those in equatorial regions with a steady daily average of daylight developed much different photocycles than those who reside closer to the polar regions. Some of the differences are, of course, to do with climatic temperature but, the majority of the function is determined by photo-period and the wavelength temperature of available sunlight at a particular time of year. The chlorophyll molecules in plants are covered in photoreceptors that are photoreactive. The light sets off chemical reactions within the metabolism of the plant telling it when to do what.  It’s why frost kills crops and why we are starting to see things bloom earlier and harvest at strange times. Plants tend to be excellent indicators for Solar System changes because it is very literally disrupting their diet. We, in turn, are affected by their dietary change. In more ways than one might think.

Plants are very sensitive to disruptions in the light they are digesting. In general, they can’t really move their location. They’ve had to come up with other options. Immediate Evolution is an excellent option. Sometimes, it’s the only option. The mapping of plant genomes is a gargantuan task whose results are forever of questionable debate. While most studies build similar chronologies and family trees for the evolution of all that’s green , it is extremely hard to separate the lineages at some branches because of this Immediate Evolutionary tendency. Since these adaptations are often individual mutations, there becomes an infinite number of directions and some never make it past the successive generation. It is when the mass of the species is simultaneously forced to adapt and does it synchronistically across the breadth of the species that it becomes an entirely new form of that species. Some groups will maintain the special qualities of the former generation by strengthening features already in place. Other groups may change themselves entirely, constituting a new species.

What was happening on the Earth at the times of these great evolutionary leaps? I would bet you dollars to donuts that whatever it was, it had more to do with the frequencies than any other factor. Light waves are a species of the Electromagnetic spectrum. Through this description of importance of light on the metabolic processes of just a few of the 391,000 vascular plant species, we may begin to see the impact the color of light can have on what is able to live on this planet. How does that affect us?

“What Sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are the trifle​s, to be sure, but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”  Joseph Addison

I love this.

“It’s been proven by quite a few studies that plants are good for our psychological development. If you green an area, the rate of crime goes down. Torture victims begin to recover when they spend time outside in a garden with flowers. So, we need them, in some deep psychological sense, which I don’t suppose anyone really understands yet.”.    Jane Goodall

“Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.”

Mau Zedong

It’s amazing too that most of these waves come from the sky.

 “The sky and its stars make music in you.”- Temple of Hathor, Dendera

This statement has profound implications. The vibratory constitution of the biologic make-up is what drives the development of the form and its functional role within its context.

“…One third of the sensory-motor cortex of the brain is devoted to the tongue, oral cavity, lips, and speech. In other words, oral frequency emissions spoken or sung, exert powerful control over life, vibrating genes that influence total well-being and even influence evolution of the species.” Dr. Leonard Horowitz. Seems important.

Ani Williams of Songaia Sounds describes each person’s voice as a unique blueprint, a story of their genetic pattern. She says this theory is based on thousands of years of practice by cultures all over the world. In the 17th and 18th centuries, the idea of music as a mirror of creation was a common study called, musica speculativa. Johannes Kepler said, “The Greek word “Kosmos” means a creation that is harmonically and artistically arranged with elegance and beauty divinely ordered.”

In 1998, a friend invited me to visit her brother. While there, I had the amazing opportunity to meet a Mayan Aztec medicine woman named Grandma Wind Rider No Moccasins at Cottonwood Hot Springs in Colorado. She had brought with her these clay vessels that had been found in the Andes Mountains of Peru. There were eight vessels, each was a round, terracotta, hollow figure with a fluted tube sticking out the top. They looked like fat bellied Buddhas with chimneys on their heads. One vessel was the Grandmother and one was the Grandfather. Eight people sat in a circle with Grandma and Grandpa opposite from each other. The person holding Grandfather would start by drawing in a deep breath and exhaling at a comfortable rate across the chimney opening on top of the vessel creating a vibration of sound much like playing an old Hill Billy jug. The next person would draw a breath and begin and then the next and so on until all the vessels were being played in the round in what became a high-pitched buzzing tornado that filled my entire body. I would have thought that such a high pitch would have been irritating and shrill but that wasn’t the case. It was pleasant and calming. Grandma Wind Rider had told that this was the sound of the Universe and that the Ancients connected and spoke to spirit aliens with these vibrations. She even said that it was the sound the alien ships would make when they would visit. That within these sounds we would each hear our own harmonic resonance and that we would know it by its familiarity. She said that Tibetan monks had come to Peru to blow on these very vessels. She was taking them to The Sun Dance in North Dakota. The experience of this encounter stays with me.

When we think about ourselves, our parts, our bits, the animal, vegetable, and mineral that is human, in this big electric field of Earth, and Solar system and Galaxy, how do we describe our interactive make up? We are, essentially, iron laden sacks of salt water with mineral conduits conducting electromagnetic impulses throughout our systems to activate us. Wouldn’t it then stand to reason that we are conducting interaction on an electromagnetic level with all other charges we come in contact with? However far reaching that contact might be? How often                                                           do you think of a friend then they call you? It’s weird how we were all thinking about pizza for dinner. Seems like everyone is on edge today. You could feel the excitement in the stadium. The whole crowd was on fire!  You knew I was going to say that.

A 2013 National Geographic article titled, Bees Can Sense the Electrical Fields of Flowers, it was revealed in detail how not only were the bees electrically attracted to the flowers, the flowers also responded to the bee’s activities.

“Dominic Clarke and Heather Whitney from the University of Bristol have shown that bumblebees can sense the electric field that surrounds a flower. They can even learn to distinguish between fields produced by different floral shapes, or use them to work out whether a flower has been recently visited by other bees. Flowers aren’t just visual spectacles and smelly beacons. They’re also electric billboards.”

The article goes on to explain the​ electric relationship between an insect and a flower.

“Scientists have, however, known about the electric side of pollination since the 1960s, although it is rarely discussed. As bees fly through the air, they bump into charged particles from dust to small molecules. The friction of these microscopic collisions strips electrons from the bee’s surface, and they typically end up with a positive charge. Flowers, on the other hand, tend to have a negative charge, at least on clear days. The flowers themselves are electrically earthed, but the air around them carries a voltage of around 100 volts for every meter above the ground. The positive charge that accumulates around the flower induces a negative charge in its petals. When the positively charged bee arrives at the negatively charged flower, sparks don’t fly but pollen does….. some videos showing that pollen literally jumps from the flower to the bee, as the bee approaches… even before it has landed …..The bee may fly over to the flower but at close quarters, the flower also flies over to the bee.”

Flowers are so cool! They are communicating to each other electrically. Can you do that?

You certainly can. The ancient Eastern philosophies that are stapled in the body’s electromagnetic meridians are making their way into modern Western medicine. Each living being has its very own magnetosphere that is resonating off of them right now. There are even medically recognized therapies and benefits to working with the human magnetosphere.

The author of Energy Medicine, Donna Eden wrote, “Modern science is finally recognizing that energy constitutes the blueprint of the physical body. Meanwhile, the energetic vibration of sound can be used to change that blue print in ways that foster health and well-being.”

If we are Humangets Electricum, as I like to call us, whose parts are the assembly of star parts, couldn’t it feasibly be reasoned that when our charge of life is ignited, that charge would be indicative of the galactic and planetary magnetism of that specific time, place, and star part make up? In the observation study of atoms, it was noticed that if an atom was split into two parts and those two parts were separated by great distances (miles) and one part of the atom was set spinning by a magnet, the other half of the atom would spin as well. People argue the exact reason for this but as it stands now, this is known as “quantum entanglement”. Both halves spin at the same time, simultaneously, regardless of the distance between them. That means the information communicated between the two parts occurred faster than the speed of light. They do this naturally.  In 2017, Chinese scientists were able to set a spin both parts of a split atom simultaneously at a distance of 1200 km. Baffling.

The harmonic resonance of the Earth is 7.83 Hz. This is the frequency of Om. When Buddhists chant the Om they are creating a vibration in harmony with the vibration of the planet. Some Ancients believed that the Universe was a huge orchestra playing a symphony in concert. How could they know that?!?!

Each planet songs in their own key and voice. Saturn’s Cassini probe has recorded the sounds of Saturn. He’s singing in an octave of 147.85 Hz. Kind of eerie and haunting, just as you’d think Saturn would sound. They’re available for a listen on numerous online sources. Check ‘em out….

ALBA MUNDI, The Sound of the Planets

“The earth and each of the planets of the solar system revolving around the sun makes a musical note so low it cannot be heard by the human ear. “

If we imagine a piano keyboard without limitation, the sound of the earth is a “C sharp” placed 33 octaves below middle C (about 4.7 meters left of the piano bench)

The song “Alba Mundi” is composed in the key of the earth, and the harmony of the track evolves by using the nine notes of the planets orbit frequency.

Mercury – the closest planet to the sun – plays a “C sharp” with its orbit. The orbit of Venus runs the note “A”, and the sequence goes on with the Earth (C sharp), Mars (D), Jupiter (F sharp), Saturn (D), Uranus (G sharp), Neptune (G sharp) and Pluto (C sharp). At the end of the piece, after the final crescendo you can listen to the “sound” of the solar system, accelerated by more than 68 billion times in order to be audible to the human ear.

The recording of the piece “Alba Mundi” was mastered by Alex Wharton (who has worked for Coldplay, Bjork, Gorillaz) at the Abbey Road studios in London, the historic recording studios where the Beatles and Pink Floyd albums were produced.”

Giorgio Constantini

http://www.pianopianoforte.com.  Awesome.

Waves are mesmerizing. We could watch them all day. Wave watching has helped us see what’s happening and where. From:

Mapping the magnetic bridge between our nearest galactic neighbours May 12, 2017,


“The radio emission from the distant galaxies served as background ‘flashlights’ that shine through the Bridge………Its magnetic field then changes the polarization of the radio signal. How the polarized light is changed tells us about the intervening magnetic field. A radio signal, like a light wave, oscillates or vibrates in a single direction or plane; for example, waves on the surface of a pond move up and down. When a radio signal passes through a magnetic field, the plane is rotated. This phenomenon is known as Faraday Rotation and it allows astronomers to measure the strength and the polarity—or direction—of the field.”

According to PhysicistsPage@facebook, it works at the molecular level too.

“Quantum particles have one very unique property, namely they can be in different states at the same time. This is referred to as “Superposition” of two conditions. Based on this instance the ‘spin’ of an electron can be pointing in two directions at once.”

‘Round and ‘round we go. Where we’ll stop, no one knows…..

One of my favorite pastimes is watching experiments that mimic the behavior of greater forces. Some of the best are when granules are spread out on a smooth flat surface and exposed to different frequencies of sounds. It’s called Cymatics. When the sound is switched on, the chaos of spilled granules dances itself into repeating geometric patterns. It’s so cool. They make flowers and stars, mandalas and snowflakes. They know all the moves and they swing themselves into the shape of the rhythm.

These same types of frequencies shape atoms into the rhythms of matter written in the music of energies.

“Harmonic resonance is an extraordinarily diverse and varied phenomenon seen in countless forms throughout the universe, from gravitational orbital resonances, to electromagnetic oscillations, to acoustical vibrations in solids, liquids, and gases, to laser resonance in light and microwaves.”

Thank you,

cns-alumni.bu.edu › HRezBook › Chap2,.    for the above.

If the Moon can tug on the great mass of the oceans that make up 71% of the Earth’s surface, pulling the tides dozens of feet inward towards the shore and back out into itself, what is it doing to the 73% of our bodies that is water? If the magnetism of the Sun and Planets can tug on the strings of Earth causing earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and super storms, how do the magnetic fields affect our own electromagnetic circuitry?

“The effects of cosmic rays on our own genetics has led to mutations within the body, within the mind, the brain, that has altered our perception of reality… The correspondence between ancient cosmic ray levels and sudden evolutionary leaps and human technology and art are facts.”

Andrew Collins

We are subject to the electromagnetic fields around us. A study published to ncbi.nlm.nih.gov, found -” An investigation was made of individual reactions of human subjects exposed to electromagnetic fields…. We found that the electromagnetic perception of women being correlated with their individual features…. Human subjects who had a high-quality perception of electromagnetic waves showed an optimal balance of cerebral processes, an excellent functional state of the central nervous system and a good decision criterion.”

“… correlated with their individual features……….” That’s saying that people who have a healthy electromagnetic balance are better at receiving electromagnetic activity and processing it in a more balanced way. I’d venture to say they are probably more balanced, stable people but in reality, being a fluid electromagnetic conduit is too much for some. Especially, when the person doesn’t realize that it is a very real physiological experience that they have the power to direct. Balanced energy flow. Inner peace. We all respond according to our individual fields, the healthy balance of our internal conductivity.

There’s a group of researchers whose focus on the effects of electromagnetic solar activity on the human body systems. They are the HearthMath Institute. The evidence they have collected is astoundingly conclusive. The human body, individually and collectively, is directly related to the solar system weather. Links below. (Published in the Int. J. Environ. Res. Public Health2017, 14(7), 770 on July 15, 2017 these findings are available for further analysis. Synchronization of Human Autonomic Nervous System Rhythms with Geomagnetic Activity in Human Subjects)

“Human regulatory systems are designed to adapt to daily and seasonal climatic and geomagnetic variations; however, sharp changes in solar and geomagnetic activity and geomagnetic storms can stress these regulatory systems, resulting in alterations in melatonin/serotonin balance, blood pressure, immune system, reproductive, cardiac, and neurological processes. Disturbed geomagnetic activity is associated with the intensification of existing diseases, significant increases in myocardial infarction incidence and death, changes in blood flow, aggregation, and coagulation, increased blood pressure, cardiac arrhythmias, and seizures in epileptics….Overall, the study suggests that daily autonomic nervous system activity not only responds to changes in solar and geomagnetic activity, but is synchronized with the time-varying magnetic fields associated with geomagnetic field-line resonances and Schumann resonances. A likely explanation for how solar and geomagnetic fields can influence human nervous system activity is through a resonant coupling between our nervous systems and geomagnetic frequencies (Alfvén waves), or ultra-low frequency standing waves in the earth-ionosphere resonant cavity (Schumann resonances) that overlap with physiological rhythms.”

In 2017, NASA researchers announced that human technology has created a bubble around Earth effectively barricading our planet from outside radiation. The Atlantic posted the headline, “Humans Accidentally Created a Protective Bubble Around Earth.” Hmm…., “Protective Bubble”? I had to know more.

Futurism.com posted an article titled, “Human Activity May Have Caused a Barrier That Shields Earth from Space Radiation.” It says…

“The study, which was published in the journal Space Science Reviews under the title “Anthropogenic Space Weather “, was conducted by a team of scientists from the US and Imperial College, London. Led by Dr. Tamas Gombosi, a professor at the University of Michigan and the director at the Center for Space Modelling, the team reviewed the impact anthropogenic processes have on Earth’s near-space environment.

These processes include VLF and radio-frequency (RF) radio communications, which began in earnest during the 19th century and grew considerably during the 20th century. Things became more intense during the 1960s when the United States and the Soviet Union began conducting high-altitude nuclear tests, which resulted in massive electromagnetic pulses (EMP) in Earth’s atmosphere. To top it off, the creation of large-scale power grids has also had an impact on the near-space environment. As they state in their study:

‘The permanent existence, and growth, of power grids and of VLF transmitters around the globe means that it is unlikely that Earth’s present-day space environment is entirely “natural” – that is, that the environment today is the environment that existed at the onset of the 19th century. This can be concluded even though there continue to exist major uncertainties as to the nature of the physical processes that operate under the influence of both the natural environment and the anthropogenically-produced waves.”’

Let these guys break it down a little more for you… Remember this part from earlier?  Mapping the magnetic bridge between our nearest galactic neighbors

 “The radio emission from the distant galaxies served as background ‘flashlights’ that shine through the Bridge,” …… “Its magnetic field then changes the polarization of the radio signal. How the polarized light is changed tells us about the intervening magnetic field.”

A radio signal, like a light wave, oscillates or vibrates in a single direction or plane; for example, waves on the surface of a pond move up and down. When a radio signal passes through a magnetic field, the plane is rotated. This phenomenon is known as Faraday Rotation and it allows astronomers to measure the strength and the polarity—or direction—of the field.””

Basically……….We’ve corrupted our pond ripple. They have no idea what the effects of it are. If the Earth is a capacitor in the Electric Solar System, shouldn’t we be plugged in? Did we “corrode” our conductor thus insulating contact and now all the living beings on the planet are disconnected, cut off from outer space?  Does this “bubble” really “protect” us? Does it hinder us Earthlings in any way(s)? Was it the result of an ill-conceived plan of the short sighted? A faux pas? Or, did they mean to unplug us?  Whether it was intended or not, what is the reality of the situation? What happens if we plug back in?!?

If it is all repeated and it turns out this is an expression of an atom, wouldn’t we then be electrons? We need grounding and feel incomplete and or inadequate unless attached to others. Aren’t we at our finest when we are one of many things that feel the net that is everything and attach ourselves to it? Would the great idea of Buddhism detachment then be the first step to neutralizing ourselves, our charge, so we can then become a being of light or a photon? In a physical sense, since plants are producers who convert light into energy, does that make them beings of light? When their roots take in nutrients from soil enriched with the remnants of our decayed forms, have we then become one step closer to the light? When we find ways to “raise our vibration” are we trying to become positively charged ions in an attempt to rip away our negative electron charge and flip polarity to a positive proton as the next step in becoming a lumen packet? Do we get to pick the color wave we surf or is the spectrum just the next hierarchy of steps towards pure white light? Then what?

If Harmonic Resonance (HR) can dance molecules into the forms it desires, can we humans also sing and dance our environment into desired forms? If the plants have to evolve because of dancing waves, must we too? If the waves can affect us, can we affect the waves? Can we direct them to our desires? Is the rain dance capable of manifesting rain? Are the ritualistic chantings and colored garb, repeated movements like a genuflect while signing a cross over your heart, all energetically mechanized to arrange matter and circumstances to our liking? Do we hold that kind of power?  Is the Jutsu of my beloved ninjas real?

“”Jū” can be translated to mean “gentle, soft, supple, flexible, pliable, or yielding.” “Jutsu” can be translated to mean “art” or “technique” and represents manipulating the opponent’s force against himself rather than confronting it with one’s own force.”

Jujutsu – Wiki’s say, what?!?

I can’t help but think of everything else that comes in waves. Water slapping against the edges between it and earth. The wind blowing through tall grass. Inspiration during a project. Our blood pumping through our veins. Lungs breathing in and out. The seasons. Birds flying in unison overhead. Laughter comes in waves. Are all these waves​ different energetic expressions mimicking the pulses of radiant energy that drives them? How can changing our perspective help us react to and interact with these waves and radiant energy? What impact have they had on the human species during these times in history of changes in exposure?  Maybe, the way to see the history is to listen the light. Maybe I heard that wrong. What does it sound like to you?


The Moment of Impact

I want to make people wonder why they feel the way they do about whatever it is they feel about. We are disconnected from ourselves and each other. A lot of times we don’t even know how we feel. Or, maybe, we know how we feel but we don’t really understand why. Not well enough to critique ourselves on it. Not well enough to give ourselves a good answer. Not well enough to know how to feel differently if we want to. Or well enough to know why we want to keep feeling the way we do. Well enough to connect with ourselves. We’re expressing all kinds of things but seem to be collectively missing the point. What is the point? What is it we are feeling so strongly but failing to see?

The repression of ourselves has become tumultuous. The feelings have overwhelmed. In defense of ourselves, we fortify our resolve to hold on to the strongest feelings we have and go about expressing them in unproductive, and sometimes dangerous ways. We fear the vulnerability of change. Inward, outward, we direct our energy in ways that relieve what we perceive as discomfort. We identify ourselves as these feelings. We make ourselves them. To not accept them as true is to not accept ourselves.   If we don’t like our feelings, we must not like ourselves. It might be healthy to let go of the personal rigidities that keep us guarded and mean. We can be so guarded and mean. It might help us be more fluid to bend and flow with the current of change that is inevitable. Help us grow and evolve. Help us change our perceptions of ourselves. If that’s what is wanted.

Too much force breaks things. It strips threads and loses its grip. I’m not for war or aggression, but I am getting fed up with diplomacy. There has to be another option. To an extent. Diplomacy has done its fair share of damage and is just as dirty as any type of politics. Diplomacy can be a mending of bridges or it can be a kind and compassionate assault. It can be a healing balm or it can be the sugary, candy coating over bullshit that would do better to sparkle sweetly than decay. Where is the suitable balance between honesty and fairness? For they are not the same. Which virtue holds a greater precedence? Which value holds more valor? How proud of ourselves are we? We hold these truths to be self-evident that all people are created flawed and that the only peaceful balm to resolution comes with the pangs of an honest and searching fearless moral inventory of ourselves. A step 8. More feared than the step 9 when we apologize. More feared than the second step where we relinquish control. But not nearly as feared as the first step in admitting to ourselves that we powerless over so much. The denial of which is our own greatest problem. These colossal steps are for individuals to take. One giant leap for a man is many smaller steps to some other guys. Our strides are not the same. To ask such a large movement of feet on the grander scale is asking for too much. But asking individuals to take small steps within their person, allows each to go in the direction each is guided to go and then the movement of the collective is inevitable. It just shifts.

I do not ask you to move me. Still, you do. Mostly when humbled and human. Mostly when there is no intended push. I pull myself along, dragging myself behind me. Not sure if I can carry my own weight. Certain I cannot carry yours. Is this my strength or is it my perception? How can I know the difference? Is there a difference? Is this how I see it or is the weight truly too much to bear?

How do we see ourselves fearlessly? Is an inventory of morality necessary to apologize? In what ways can we shift our powerlessness to have more control over ourselves?  What is our grand expression of this? Where are the truths of our perceptions flawed?  What is binding our footing? What is weighing our steps? I look at the differences between art and science and wonder how the techniques of each might help us understand ourselves. How they carry the weight of the collective. How they describe the perceptions of our culture. I feel art has a gift to offer to science. A way of seeing the present. How are these two leaders of the collective culture describing the common vision of today? Or better yet, what the view of today will be at a distance. How will they move us through? How do we see ourselves in it?

Artists embrace their own perception. They own it. This is what is theirs. The expression of this individual perception is the core of the artist. Duchamp said there are two kinds of artists; those who work for society and those who don’t. Which are we? The more pertinent question might be, the internal, “Who am I?” and then allowing that answer to exploit itself through us. Let it use itself, in a way, to be the thing that it is. And ask it what it feels, how it perceives, what happened to make it feel that way, what that perception required of the senses, what is the rationale? What is the acumen? Then own that perception so that the internal you/I/us/we can get comfortable with the idea that everybody has one, a perception. And allow that.

In art, the more one can identify with their own perception, the better they can convey that perception to an audience. The audience greets this representation as such, a representation of a perception even if the subject or medium has a real-world tangibility or purpose, and do not demand from it practical utility. We do not ask anything of the artist except their purest expression of their own personal perception. We find this honest and we value it.

The scientist seeks the truth through disapproval of the false. We enjoy this logic. It gives us a comfort in the concrete solidity of knowing. It is fueled by wonder even though its ultimate purpose is to quell that wonder. It is driven by questions. It balks at its own answers. They only produce more questions. Bricks building institutions of uncured concrete. We have built so much on our faith in these tools. A kingdom palaced in the grandeur of reason. It is spectacular. It is fortified. It is starting to crumble in the seams. It is running its answers into its own walls.

Science finds itself in a never-ending banter of conflicting perceptions. Individualism is often met with a defense from the collective. Genius is often met with distain. The notion that most closely resembles the collective thought is deemed greatest. Not for its quality of authenticity but for its support of the foundation. It’s ok if it looks like the next step. It is not ok if it is a different ladder. Ideas are not shared freely but shadowed by the umbrella of consequence that looms over the pier to review. Waves must match the rhythm of the sea to be shored. Much brilliance is dissolved in the tides. Until big storms come. Collections of evaporated thoughts merge in a different sphere and rain down with force to meet the populations inland. Wars begin.  We see this as valor and we deem it fair. Is this science or is this politics? Whose censure drives the reigns? Where is the end of the scope of this perception? How many mirrors does it take to see the light?

Can the artist sitting calmly in their view translate the power of owning their own scope? Would you argue about a shade of blue? Should you tell them that you didn’t get their joke?

Of course, you should. You should question their every stroke. Not out of malice to prove them wrong. Out of sentimental curiosity. Out of wanting to know why. Out of personalizing the piece which has been translated before you by listening to the interpretation of the translator.

Science draws graphs, makes models, 3D imaging of space dust, high definition videos of single celled organisms, panoramas of atoms, all in wavelengths of light. What you and I cannot see, those things to which we are not naturally privy, are all collected as data and translated to us via a graph, a chart, a satellite image broken down into two-digit codes and rebuilt using processing software; this color for gamma scale, that saturation for solar wind, a hint of electron flux on this line, like music drawn in the atmosphere. You can watch it write its song in real time.

How is this not an expression of humanity’s perception? How is this not art? Everything visible, translated through perceivable light. Metered like the footsteps of poetry. Of course, we would all still see it differently. Of course, we should ask for the scientific interpretation and take that insight just as we might that of the artist. But, that we cannot. Science has a funny hierarchy of ownership. It demands a collective view. It demands every viewer stand in the same spot. However will we fit?  Why does science feel the way it does about the way it feels? Should it “feel” anything at all? Is there an art to it? Does it have any sense? Can science be divided into the perceptions of individuals and remain effective? How much would be gained or lost through this translation? Is there a shifting of weight that can strengthen our own resolve without the dissolving of solutions? Is a diploma necessary for diplomacy? Does lack of one warrant war? On an idea? On a perception? On an interpretation? On an expression? Is that effort valiant?

Perception doesn’t change the notes of the music. It changes the way those notes make us feel. Art and science are both equally true versions of reality. They are representations of how we perceive ourselves and the world at a point in time. They are malleable, transient, and evolving. They are how we know ourselves. They are how we tell the story about it. They are visual accounts of our change. I am wondering why we’re seeing it this way. I’m wondering what how we are seeing it has to do with how well we are seeing ourselves. Would changing our rigid perceptions on what we value within ourselves bring clarity to understanding what lies ahead? Would it reconnect us to ourselves? Would it give us different answers so we can wonder better why’s? How would we feel about that?