Tuesday, February 9, 2021

A Second Glass of Wine...

 

If you were a sentient pool of water, blissfully as full and as calm as ever in your life, could you feel it if someone pulled a plug underneath you somewhere and water began flowing out? Could you turn toward the drain of your escaping environment, your comfortable, no, necessary life-supporting envelope that supports your very existence, and say, “There, that is the source of the loss, the drain, the parasite that removes my very soul, my life source?” Would you know how to stop it? How would you survive if the envelope around you is diminished, or even possibly totally removed and destroyed?

What if that attachment, that drain, that coupling to your energy field was simply another life-form, simply analyzing or sampling, almost innocently, of your all encompassing Torus Energy Pattern, the electro-magnetic field every living mammal on earth generates simply by existing. It is simply the signature of life. Without it, you and every thing else is lifeless. Dead, as we humans call it.

Do we feel it subconsciously when it has been accessed? Perhaps a small anomaly, a small but distinct warp in the Electromagnetic field which surrounds us warns of an energy drain when an intelligent – by that I mean a capability of some sort we simply do not as yet comprehend – which has intercepted our radiation or energy transmission, penetrated our carefully balanced electromagnetic radiation shield which we subconsciously created without any idea or comprehension of how, simply being alive. Don’t laugh. We have been using MAD, or Magnetic Anomaly Detectors to track Russian submarines for over forty years.

I wrote years ago about our place in the cosmos relative to other life forms. “When it comes to understanding the limits of universal power and energy, we are like dogs, watching our masters turn on the lights at night. We see it, just like our pets when we put our human hands against the wall, and viola, there is light, but just like our canine inferiors, we do not understand it. We must be Gods!”

But, we aren’t.

The organically created field that surrounds all of us humans may not be drained away by simply accessing it, but the warning flag is sent to our amygdala, the part of our poorly understood brain that warns of impending danger, as soon as it is imbalanced, something or someone has unexpectedly attached a drain to us. Something has alerted us to an intruder, something has unbalanced our naturally generated, electromagnetic envelopment field.

When someone stares at me from behind, what triggers my amygdala that tells me to turn around and look directly where my brain told me to look? What was the anomaly that allowed me to pin-point the exact location of the access of my loss, the exact penetration of my EMF field without engaging any of my other natural senses?

But what is it? Can the Russians tell when we are tracking their submarines? Has a Russian submarine Captain ever turned to his first officer while two hundred feet under water and said, “I feel like we’re being watched!”

Perhaps after another glass of wine, I’ll have an answer...

But then, maybe not.


George





Sunday, February 7, 2021

Pre-game Show

 

The eyes are receivers. They simply receive and focus light and transmit the image to the brain via nerve tissue. They do not transmit anything out the eye. While they may shoot daggers, figuratively, they do not shoot ray-beams or lightning bolts or photons or electrons. There are no known emissions from the eye. None. Why then can I tell when someone is watching me if they aren’t transmitting any known form of energy? What triggers my alarm? What activity, as yet undefinable, occurs that is not simply an abstract anomaly. I know I am not alone in having experienced this phenomena known as “gaze detection” or “gaze perception.”


More than once I have had the overwhelming feeling, an undefinable sense perhaps, of being watched. I knew exactly where to look to see who, or what, was staring at me. Once it was a dog, so I know the phenomena isn’t strictly limited to Homo Sapiens. But what is it? What makes my senses so acute I actually look around to see who is looking at me? Do I subliminally feel my natural electrical/electromagnetic field, known as the Torus Energy Pattern, being attached, read, siphoned or even drained by an incredibly powerful receiver that is consuming or transferring my own energy away from me toward a given locus being the receiver staring at me? What in my unused or under-developed senses and capabilities allows me to detect the anomaly of my environment, whatever it is? What do the eyes really see and do?


Obviously there is more than simple vision, the process of defining light and sending the image to the brain involved, but what is it? The phenomena is and has been the subject of neurological studies for many years. According to an article by Phillip Perry, published in BigThink.com, Scientists have postulated a complex neural network is behind gaze detection. “So far,” he continues, “the neural network in humans remains unidentified.” He suggests the part of the brain known as the amygdala, which registers threats, “must be involved with gaze detection somehow.”


Oddly enough, studies have shown Macaque monkeys have been brain-mapped for gaze detection to within a few specific brain cells. The fact I find most engaging is the feeling of being watched dissipates when the gaze of the watcher is diverted by only a few degrees! The same symptom of turning a directional microphone away from the source of a sound. Some studies allude to peripheral vision, or watching other’s eyes, but none of this applies to my experiences. Some studies state we are “hard-wired” to assume someone is staring from behind. Again, not something that applies to me as I don’t really care who stares at me from behind. And again, I have never looked behind me to see if anyone is staring if I didn’t have the feeling to start with. Have there been times I was watched but didn’t feel the phenomena? Entirely possible, but I will never know because, obviously, I didn’t have a need to look so I didn’t!


So I persist with my question, why do I feel when someone is staring at me from behind. What physical conditions exist to create the phenomena?


Aah, the things I write while waiting for the Super Bowl.



Thursday, February 4, 2021

Family Tradition

 

I picked the Sloppy Floyd State Park just outside Summerville, Georgia, sight unseen, based on the online reviews and its location on our route south. Only forty miles from Cloudland Canyon, it gave us a time-cushion as an easy-going intermediate rest-stop as we headed back south to meet our daughter and her family in Athens. The name Sloppy Floyd just didn’t evoke visions of a pristine campground, regardless of the on-line reviews, but it was on the way and we still had a week to kill before all our schedules aligned. Sloppy Floyd was a good solution to our timing problem.

But, Sloppy Floyd? Who was this guy anyway? Marjorie Taylor Greene, the controversial freshman US Representative from Georgia’s 14th District, probably knows his history well. Her 14th District in northern Georgia includes Summerville and Chatooga County, and of course Sloppy Floyd State Park.

It all homogenizes into the same blend of conservative tonic when you realize Speaker of the House, James “Sloppy” Floyd, the park’s namesake, led the fight to prevent the first black legislator from being sworn in 1965. Julian Bond, later famous as a Civil Rights leader and head of the NAACP, was finally seated in the Georgia House in 1967 by order of the U.S. Supreme Court - after being elected two years earlier in 1965 - and Sloppy stormed out in protest.

Supposedly it wasn’t a race issue, but a Freedom of Speech case that has ramifications that actually apply to Ms. Greene. ‘Ol Sloppy led a House hearing that excluded Bond from being seated by a vote of 184 to 12, not because of race, they said, but because Mr. Bond made an anti-Vietnam war comment. According to an article in the November 2019 issue of Atlanta magazine, Mr. Bond said “"I don’t think that I, as a second-class citizen of the United States, have a requirement to support that war.”

Sloppy Floyd and his fellow representatives felt Julian Bond’s comments “were not consistent with a legislator’s oath of support for the Constitution,” and voted to prevent him from taking the oath of office. In response, Julian Bond filed a Federal Lawsuit to overturn the house decision. By a 2 to 1 vote, the three judge panel upheld the Georgia House decision to bar Mr. Bond. Undeterred, Julian took his case to the U.S. Supreme Court, where all nine justices agreed Mr. Bond’s right to free speech had been violated. It was two years after his election when he was finally seated in the Georgia legislature and ‘Ol Sloppy stormed out.

Ol Marjorie hasn’t stormed out yet, but somehow I think she might someday, waving her Q-Anon flag as she goes. I can’t help but think someday, somewhere in a remote corner of Georgia, there may be a Marjorie Taylor Greene State Park.


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