I mentioned this video in my last post.
Unsure what I would find, I edited, cropping some scenes closely, occasionally slowing things down to see more clearly, things became weird!
29 Sunday Jan 2023
Posted Weird
inI mentioned this video in my last post.
Unsure what I would find, I edited, cropping some scenes closely, occasionally slowing things down to see more clearly, things became weird!
29 Sunday Jan 2023
Posted Uncategorized
inIt’s been some years since I felt like sharing the highlights of my life, and I’m glad to have the energy again to now take up the task.
Eighteen months ago, I bought a fixer-upper home with funds provided by my father when he died. Thank you, Dad.
I said many times, “I’m rescuing this strawbale home.”
I didn’t like seeing a strawbale building on the market setting such a bad example for this wonderful construction type.
I had seen the obvious things it needed and wanted to save it before the maintenance issues made it worth nothing. However, there were MANY non-obvious problems I would soon encounter. And they have made these last 18 months incredibly difficult.
Nevertheless, I’m proud to report on my progress. Here are the major accomplishments:
1 Redesigned the photovoltaic system, pulling the batteries out of a recessed place in the floor of the utility building to a safer place above grade, adding more solar panels and another inverter and controller. (Thanks to my friend Kelly Cranston for his huge contributions!) This huge project took over a year to complete.
2 Repaired broken plaster that was damaging the straw bales in three places and would have destroyed the home eventually. Began 18 months ago, still working on the finishes.
3 Redesigned the water harvesting system, from gutters to downspouts to plumbing, moved the existing tanks and added more storage. Huge project, recently finished. Planning to paint the tanks and surround them with vegetation.
4 Organized and stored every single thing that could have a future use, everything from firewood kindling and odd pieces of metal to very useful plumbing and building materials.
5 Hauled away many truckloads of trash, dragged from all around the house and out in the desert. (So beautiful to see the desert natural again without those visual interruptions.) Also removed truckloads of mistletoe and bucketfuls of thorny goat heads. Removed snake habitat from the fenced backyard.
6 Replaced two damaged windows with sun-melted plastic tracks, keeping them from closing.
7 Replaced a charming but severely deteriorating ocotillo patio roof with a steel roof to harvest more water.
8 Untangled the plumbing connecting the water pump, filter, pressure tank, and solar storage tank, which had been revised too many times in a too-small space (making every handiman and plumber who saw it back away, moaning about what a mess it was), moving it all indoors (original location?) and making all the parts accessible for any future work (or that was the theory – more on the actuality later). Also removed the outdoor structure previously enclosing them, creating greater visibility down the driveway. And moved the water tanks from near the front door to a less intrusive location.
9 Created a beautiful flagstone patio in the front, repurposing the flagstone scraps from other locations, tying together the house and utility building, providing a nice walking and sitting experience there.
10 Added shade to the east and west ends of the utility building, moderating the summer temperature inside. It had been unbearable as it was, and is now very pleasant year-round.
11 Created an artsy 10’ long fence and gate connecting the house and utility building (backdrop to the flagstone), using scrap metal and found items around the property to make the backyard private.
12 Removed excessive crushed quartz in the backyard (making it difficult to walk) onto pathways around the house, and added native vegetation for bird and bee habitat, herbs, and summer-long greenery, plus two little ponds for wildlife. Repaired stone borders around gardens, and added a fence to hide trash and recycling.
13 Repaired three sets of sliding glass doors on the utility building, and removed and rebuilt 44’ of termite damage!
14 Removed a very dilapidated chicken coop and scrap-fenced yard from the entryway to the property, now an excellent place for friends to camp and offering a beautiful, natural summer sunset view.
15 Created diversion ditches, dams, swales and berms to hold water on the land and keep sheet flow off the driveway and the road.
16 Raised one side of the back patio roof so it now drains toward the garden and not the house!!
Half the time I’ve been in good health. The other half, I’ve struggled so hard just to feed myself and often wondered whether I’ve taken on too much and should just sell and leave. When nomad friends invited me to events, I mourned that I was stuck here. Why stuck? The house and cat needed me.
Yes, this house came with a cat – so traumatized with PTSD, I’ve been very hesitant to leaving him for more than a few hours, though I have a couple of times. He had been left here when the family left, apparently having hidden when the other cats got in vehicles to drive away. So he was fed dry food by neighbors for 7 months, from January through July, fending for himself with the cold and heat. With lots of love, we’ve learned each other’s ways and are now getting along very well.
The first major challenge with this house was brought on by the home inspector who flipped the “disconnect” switch on the photovoltaic system up, down, up, down, up, then smirked and left. The label for “disconnect” was at the top, but to disconnect, the switch should be set down. So the batteries began discharging and I didn’t recognize it, as I hadn’t had time to read the 200 pages of inverter and controller owners manuals, when so many other things needed to be attended to. Including that the house was so dang HOT! But cooling it would require working batteries, which were soon to die, though I didn’t know it immediately.
A strawbale house usually utilizes a lot of thermal mass to hold the temperature steady inside – but this house had had NO cooling for the most brutal months of summer and was 94 degrees inside. It would take a LOT of cooling to reduce the temperature of all that plaster and concrete in the house. I quickly became overheated and couldn’t think well. Besides that, there were no screens on the windows, and I was bit in the night by kissing bugs which make one weak and sick. Then, one day, having fallen asleep mid-day in the shade of the back patio, I woke after the sun had begun shining on me, my heart racing chaotically from the heat. Some survival part of me grabbed my water, poured some in my mouth and the rest on my body, and I came back somewhat to my senses, but only somewhat. The next day, I drove to town to keep cool in some air conditioning, but found I had very little energy for walking. I noticed security people in the Tucson Mall keeping an eye on me as I struggled to walk from bench to bench. I believe I’d had a heat stroke the previous afternoon in combination with the kissing bug bites. Thankfully, I was mostly back to normal in a few days.
Meantime, I discovered my battery issue and began trying to find help. No one local knew what to do with my system. Even experts rarely want to mess with something designed by someone else, so I was on my own. For weeks, even in this heat, I tried to use no power, hoping to save the batteries. The 48 V system dropped all the way down to 24.1 V – which means I was right on the edge of losing the entire bank of batteries which had just been installed new a few months ago at a cost of $3,200. And there was no sense in replacing them if I couldn’t understand why they were losing power. I’d discovered the disconnect error (intentional by that smirking home inspector??) and reconnected it, but the batteries were now so low that the inverter didn’t want to recognize or charge them. I needed help from a friend (Yay, Kelly, again!) to lead me through a series of actions that would trick the system into thinking it was 24 V, so it would charge again, then when it had charged them enough, we tricked it into thinking it was a 36 V system, and it recharged some more. Finally, we tricked it one last time, got the batteries up over 48 V – actually all the way to 57.5! – and I’ve been using them happily (and carefully) ever since. Along the way, I learned a lot about my system, so that’s good.
At first I used Angie’s List and Thumbtack to find workers, as well as Facebook pages for the area, and hired people to help with a whole range of tasks. I often had three crews working on three projects at once. Sometimes I missed people doing exactly the wrong thing, or stealing things. In one case, I had to pay to have someone’s work entirely demolished and hauled away. Then one worker, whom I’d depended on for excellent work, suddenly began screwing up. For one, he ignored the plans we’d discussed many times for straightening out the plumbing, and he ignored the signs I’d pasted on the walls indicating where everything should go, and instead laid it out in a way I’m now in the process of redoing, and he poured concrete all around it. That’s just one thing he did before I fired him.
Eventually I found trustworthy handimen, and continue to work with them three days a week. No more hiring and expecting anyone to do what I’ve asked, I now stay right there and work alongside them as long as I have the energy – which is good for me. I’m getting lots of hours of physical labor outdoors, which feels great.
One night early on here, I woke to the sound of a huge crash, and the next morning was able to see what had happened on the security cameras – though there’s definitely some mystery here. A band of javalinas had been in the utility building where the neighbors had stored cat food for the cat (and the sliding doors were open, not yet repaired). On the video, I can see a strange bright light descend inside from the north central ceiling, swing to the south central side of the ceiling, then swoop toward the sliding glass doors and one camera, then one glass door bowed out and burst, releasing a surge of glass and 7 javalinas. Then the light from inside seems to shine from outside, as all the shadows changed! An orb? I will soon post a video I made of the event. Skeptics have asked me to send my original video, and I have, and they’ve offered no further skeptical remarks.
Other times my surveillance cameras have caught coyotes, skunks, a bobcat twice, moths and mice, and LOTS of strange, very fast-moving lights that often appear inside the utility building or west of the building, like this single frame taken from an hour of equally dramatic footage. My conclusions are still open, but it seems as though I might have bought a house and utility building sitting on a portal of some sort. There have been a few events like this – that I’ve seen. I don’t often watch the cameras as it can be such a time stealer.
Last year, I also had a very odd, altered-state (it seems) experience when I was outside, assessing the plumbing to and from the water storage tanks. Suddenly, I was coming to consciousness with my foot bent radically, wedged inside a trench between the wall and a pipe. Some part of me coached myself to extract my foot and, in two separate actions, returned it half-way to its normal position, then the other half of the way – though my conscious mind cannot tell you exactly how it was (too shocking to stay in conscious memory, I guess) and what exactly I did to straighten it. I crawled back to the house, removed my shoe, and sat with my hands on my foot, reminding my bones, muscles, and every other part, “You remember perfection, you remember perfection.” I was on crutches and using a walker for a month, eventually showing NO damage. I still have no idea how I ended up with my foot in the trench.
The night of January 1 this year, I stayed up a little later than usual and found myself staggering around the house. Thinking I was just tired, I went to bed, but the cat climbed on my chest and began pounding me with his front paws. Eventually I realized: This is different. Something is happening I need to pay attention to. So I wondered if there was something making me stagger besides my tiredness, and I got out a hand-held flammable gas meter, calibrated it outside, then came inside, and it began screaming! I turned it off, opened the doors and windows to clear out the house and cleared my head! I also turned off the propane to the gas stove. Since then, I’ve had four other events like that in these four weeks, some with slightly different apparent characteristics, sometimes getting high readings near the floor, other times near the ceiling and not the floor, sometimes making me worry the strawbale walls were not properly repaired, might be composting and giving off methane near the floor and ceiling! Sometimes I’ve gotten higher readings from the sinks, making me think it was the plumbing, not the stove or walls. So five January nights, I’ve been up late with all the doors and windows open in near-freezing weather, losing all my home’s heat. I’ve been wearing ski pants and my heaviest winter clothes inside. And the mystery is still unfolding.
Some friends who have been “targeted,” as I believe I have been, have shared stories of their homes being poisoned with gases delivered through the rooftop vents or windows or even from septic system access. My confusing gas readings caused me to contact the hand-held gas detector company, and they sent me a new one, which has given me very different readings – still quite the mystery, nothing clear. So I’m on my guard, always turning off the propane, and keeping the gas meter handy.
I tried gardening last year, but because the earth is so sandy, I wasted a lot of water which ran right through. So I moved a new avocado tree into a pot in the front window of the utility building and will be moving a small Desert Gold peach there in February. I have plans to enclose the inside south of the utility building (with great solar windows) with greenhouse fabric, so I can isolate my growing plants and their humidity and mold spores, etc, from the rest of the building. Eventually, I hope to have a small herb-growing operation inside.
This place is now beautiful, even though there’s still lots to do. I welcome friends to visit.
19 Sunday Dec 2021
Posted Uncategorized
inThis is my new homestead, 30 minutes from Tucson. It’s a plastered straw bale home on 4 acres, off-grid, with photovoltaic system, roof-harvested water, 9,000 gallons of water storage, and a 24’ x 48’ greenhouse – so much potential!
Room for nomads to camp and lend a hand, earn some bucks. Good drainage delivers water through the land, ready for capture. Neighbors 1/4 mile away. Peaceful!
Praying for considerate helpers to arrive….
08 Sunday Mar 2020
Posted Travelogue
inTags
Yesterday afternoon a camp friend and I noticed a strange, dense patch of clouds to the northwest, hanging over the Mojave Desert. It was an oddly tight mass of cloud, taking up no more space than I could cover with my hand outstretched sideways – in an otherwise clear, bright blue sky – except for a thin scraggly cloud that looked like a random release of something from a plane, so small I could cover it with a finger. Just that fine little thing to the north and the tight mass to the northwest, moving slowly our way in an otherwise bright blue clear sky. I regret that I didn’t photograph the cloud’s approach, because in the matter of twenty minutes, it had broken into similarly sized, and even similarly shaped, pieces which nearly filled the sky and remained overhead for hours.
A year or more later, I watched a Dutch Sinse video on global earthquakes, in which he referred to past and current events that release gases into the air – and he mentioned specifically a valley northwest of Quartzsite in which the odd gas formations were seen on Google Earth video! I believe this is what we witnessed here.
Overhead
South
North
Overhead
Southeast
Overhead east
West
Moon in East
05 Saturday May 2018
Posted mind control, targeted individual, Travelogue
inHi All,
Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged here, and I hope to fill in more details eventually. Meantime I need to tell you the Good and the Bad – the beautiful camps and the highway crash.
Meantime, life continues to amaze me – as I’ve seen so much beautiful Nature – and human-made things like the planosphere above – made of solid slabs of – redwood? – with crystals (lighted!) that mark the stars! I saw this in Slab City – in a community called East Jesus – but I’m getting ahead of myself.
In September of 2016, I found myself unexpectedly homeless! I’d felt moved to sell my home in Silver City, but had been unsure until I was promised a small (and humble) but MOST lovely place to live in Nature – by a friend who managed the place. However, after I sold my home and moved all of my belongings from New Mexico to Arizona, I learned that the current tenants of the home I’d been offered had chosen not to move, leaving me with nowhere to go and 4 storage lockers jammed to the ceilings with my possessions in chaos – and winter approaching and winter clothes impossible to find.
Since I didn’t want to live anywhere else nearby, and couldn’t afford to rent indefinitely, I opted for a new/used travel trailer and a new/used truck, and I hit the road looking for a new location that “called.” Nothing called, but “the road.”
My first year, I traveled all around the West, visiting long-lost friends and incidentally visiting many beautiful places.
For my second year, I knew I wanted only one thing:
September 2017, I spent the entire month doing annual maintenance on both vehicles – and then headed out in search of whatever Service work Spirit might lead me to. My first week after the maintenance was done I spent working for my old best friend from grade school and high school, helping her move.
On October 7, just forty miles from my storage lockers where I intended to take care of one last reorganization, my trailer seemed to be remote controlled*, went into a most extreme series of increasing fishtails (despite my having experienced them and having pulled out of them before – easily, I could not control them this time), and the trailer fell over, pulling over my truck and me in it.
Thankfully no other vehicles were involved. I awoke from unconsciousness, hanging sideways in my seat restraint, freed myself carefully, climbed out the back window of the truck, and proceeded to convince myself and everyone else that I was “fine.”
(*The timing and circumstances of this crash were both extremely weird. I’ll explain them both later.)
Day four, I woke in extreme pain, realizing that my bed sheets (taken with my mattress from the trailer, opened up during the crash on the highway, and then laid as they were on the floor where I slept) were filled with road grit from the accident – that I’d never noticed the last two nights! I also sensed for the first time that my spine was severely messed up and I had a concussion and could feel my brain swelling – and would for the coming weeks and months. Having not realized that, I’d done an incredible amount of work to move my belongings for the previous 3 days – work I should probably not have done.
Eventually both spine and brain were healed; however, not wanting to burden anyone (after all, I had just left my long-term community and was now where I knew only a few people and not that well), I carried all my own (ten) bags and boxes everywhere, into and out of each home that gave me shelter, tried my best to do for myself, cooking and organizing as well as I could, but unable to find the mental or physical energy for necessary things I thought I could do for myself – but couldn’t: remember to pay bills, find the supplements like fish oil that I desperately needed, etc. It was an extremely forlorn and painful time. I moved 10 times in 10 weeks.
Mid-November, I was so depressed by the moving and situations that didn’t help healing (like loud TV when I desperately needed to sleep), that I HAD to find my own home. After two weeks of searching the Internet, comparing prices and driving a few rigs, on November 29 I purchased a new/used rig – no truck and trailer this time, but a truck and camper, both older and more beat-up than my crashed rig, but what I could afford with the partial payment from my insurance company and a little borrowed money.
After 6 weeks of re-outfitting (it takes longer than you might imagine), I discovered online the CheapRVLiving.org site and the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous it sponsors every January – for people living inexpensively on the road. South of Quartzsite, Arizona, it was too near to not attend, so I traveled there alone, picking up a solar panel kit on the way.
The RTR was a fantastic event, with an impressive demonstration of humans’ ability to believe in and practice a “gift economy.” When I began working on my photovoltaic system my first morning there, a stranger offered to help – and continued to help after dark (!) till I was almost finished (just ring terminals to go, which I didn’t have). That evening, visiting neighbors, I scored a couple of ring terminals, and finished the job first thing in the morning – generating my own electricity on day two.
Of course, throughout the coming two weeks, I offered to help other women with their solar systems, demonstrated solar cooking three times, led an impromptu rocket-stove building workshop, and gave away a lot of stuff on the “Free” blanket. The entire gathering was wonderful and inspiring.
There is much more to tell, especially the Service work I’m doing currently – helping a friend in serious need, whose details I’ll keep private. In brief, I’m honored to be helping again.
Uh… Too long a story. I’ll blog on that next.
[I recorded the story in a midnight video here.]
Meantime, I hope this serves as a “catch up” on the last 19 months – not counting the single Travelogue last Spring that had no context. This is the context.
Okay, catch you later ~
(Soon, I hope.)
Jean
17 Wednesday May 2017
Posted Travelogue
inYes, yes, I intend to post my first four travelogues soon, but I have to hit the road. So, here’s #5 for now:
13 Tuesday Dec 2016
Posted mind control, spiritual healing, targeted individual, Uncategorized
inShortly after I moved from my home, someone told me to check out this site, and I finally got around to it today:
https://sites.google.com/site/targetedindividuals101/survival-guide/more-survival-guide *
I have tried not to talk about this to too many people, which is what the article recommends, but maybe I should have. Hiding, being secretive, is difficult and isolating. Which makes it all feel worse. But I think I did the extreme and told almost no one.
Another recommendation is to never let the harassers drive you from your home. Too late. Not only did I get driven away, but manipulated to sell my home for way too little.
And just as they warn, now I’m nearly penniless and close to homeless, but not exactly. I’m enjoying a lot about my new situation.
If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, check the link above.
The little I’ve shared about this on this site includes this one about the realtor who made my life hell:
https://jeaneisenhower.com/2016/09/01/real-estate-closing-silver-city-style/
and this one covering my entire my life:
https://jeaneisenhower.com/2016/09/04/i-am-a-targeted-individual/
and there are a few others.
~~
* Re the link at top: I don’t agree with the author’s last three points, in particular that TI’s waste time feeling sorry for themselves. My biggest time waste is recovering from the attacks, physically and mentally. We’re wasting time doctoring and nursing ourselves back to health in a world that doesn’t want to hear about it.
I also don’t believe Tis are depending on law enforcement. I assume we don’t trust they aren’t in on it.
And I don’t believe anyone should feel responsible to make the reports and go public for the cause. I have, to a limited extent, and I’ve paid a heavy price for it. People should only do what they feel they should.
Peace, Everyone ~
07 Friday Oct 2016
Posted Uncategorized
inI pass on this essay because it honors dreams, quiet listening, and promises of healing:
In memoriam, Pamela and Elizabeth Mayer
I have a recurring dream in which I find another room in my house that I hadn’t known was there. Once it was a perfect little pantry off the kitchen; in one dream I only discovered it by noticing an unfamiliar window at the back of the house; one time it was a 3-room attic I had to crawl to get into. Each time I awaken from these dreams, I realize that taking up residence in the new room means entering another phase of my life.
In this week’s dream I discovered another bedroom, dusty with piles of old bedsheets and quilts littering the floor. It was a total mess and I’d have to clean it up before I could sleep there.
When I awoke it was clear the dream was telling me to clean up my act from top to bottom, and not a moment to waste.
So, during this quiet time of rainy days in Vermont, I will hunker down and take it on, sifting through all my internal rubbish piece by piece.
I’ve started making a list – a pretty distasteful enterprise, to be sure – and it includes things like the need to self-justify; childish greed; judgments on just about everything; jealousy; vanity – not meanness, I am happy to note, but certainly pettiness.
I suspect that most of us carry around similar sins, and like me, try and hide them. But right now I’d like to try and bring each one of mine into the light, and feel deep into the humiliation of seeing my worst self – no holds barred.
It hurts. But I also find it refreshing to stomp around and shake out those dirty sheets, sneezing from the dust and opening every window to give the room a good airing.
I’m very curious to know how I will use this new room in my house and how I will furnish it. It’s a bedroom, so I imagine I will do some sleeping and dreaming here, but what else?
I’m thinking it might make a good sanctuary room, a space for lighting candles and offering up prayers; a place for quiet reflection, for healing.
Just yesterday I got a clue for this, taking a rain-walk with a friend at Manitou, a forest sanctuary I helped create many years ago on the land of a beloved friend 20 years my senior, Pam Mayer. Pam’s daughter Lisby, a good Berkeley friend, had brought her mother to meet me when she was visiting California, and we sort of fell in love. She was 79 then, and we couldn’t stop talking. So I spent the next summer working with her at this blessed land in rural Vermont, and it changed my life.
My job there was to get to know Manitou’s 235 acres intimately by walking them daily and, as a healer, feel for those places I sensed to be healing sites – like acupuncture points in the landscape. That was where we would site gathering places for community programs.
During those weeks of solo wandering in these dense woods, I came upon a large rockfall that, on closer inspection, seemed to be the ruins of an ancient chamber. I recognized the components: gigantic capstone; stacked-rock walls; deep, hidden ‘cave’ – even though it was completely collapsed in on itself.
Man-made rock formations like this – even intact ones – can still be found around New England, and are often referred to as Indian root cellars, although I suspect they are much older than that, and considerably more mysterious. So it wasn’t a complete surprise to come upon a ruined one in these back woods, but amazing that Pam hadn’t noticed it before.
That day, alone in the woods, I scrambled up the rocks to the broken capstone, sat down and drifted into a doze. Right away I heard a ‘message’ inside my head:
‘Look for a glittering stone, it said. ‘Listen well…’
What was that? I began to listen hard!
That evening I called Pam in high excitement, and over the next few days we came back there together. No, I wasn’t crazy, as both of us were receiving ‘messages’, astonished by the relevant wisdom that came through to each of us. We spent hours each day in the silent woods that summer, surrounded by birdsong and spinning spiders, listening and talking softly of what we had heard. They were teachings, simple but profound, and bonded us even more deeply.
It is many years ago now, but I have followed every instruction I heard there: indeed, I found the glittering quartz stone that first day, and subsequently had a rather remarkable healing with my mother.
We were told in detail what the larger, more cosmic work of Manitou entailed, and what each of our places was in that process. If I had expected to hear something grandiose for myself, I received the opposite. I was told that my work was to confront my own fear and negativity with love and optimism in every way I could think of.
“Start there. The more frightened you are of what is happening in the world,” I heard one day, “the more you must search for the positive aspects, even the humor, in that fear. Use your fear!”
I was urged to learn how to love by looking for the Grand Design of the Universe!
Well!!
“What is the glue that holds the world together?” I heard one day. “It is love! Know how to love, and you will know just how vast the world is that you live in.”
The ‘voice’ was gentle but uncompromising, and did not tell us how to do what we had to do. That was our job. What it made clear was that our physical world was informed by a much greater reality than we imagined – that only our hearts could intuit the enormity of the invisible, encompassing universe.
Of course I have rarely spoken of this directly and out loud, as it is not the language most of us speak, but at this historical moment in the world when the climate is changing disastrously and the Democrats are as infantile as the Republicans, I think it may be time for me to speak openly of what I learned.
(It is actually why I write these brief, upbeat pieces on serious subjects.)
So let’s try this:
Our little solar system with its tiny jewel of an endangered planet we call “Earth” is only one small part of an invisible, conscious Cosmos of multi-dimensions within and beyond Time and Space. This intricate, but ultimately simple Cosmos has been called by many names in many traditions: ‘God’ is one way. ‘Love’ is another.
The largest, all-encompassing pattern informs the smaller patterns, down to the motions in our cells, in matter itself, and all levels are in perfect balance with themselves, with one another and with the Cosmos.
Everything that we humans do – both individually and as a species – requires that to remain healthy we must reflect the ultimate intelligent pattern of the Cosmos, and that is what we are here to learn. When we deviate from that template, we create mayhem.
Two days after taking my rainwalk at Manitou, I was surprised to run into Pam’s son Mike in town! I didn’t even know he lived here! We decided to take a walk together in the Manitou woods on my last day in Vermont.
Meeting just before sunset, we wandered the trails, catching up after years – actually, we had only met a few times years ago – and told each other stories of Pam and Lisby, both of whom had since died, Lisby leaving several years before her mother. We stopped at the spot Pam had called “the In-Between Place”, between bog and forest, and as the woods grew darker and darker we found ourselves grieving their loss together.
We wept in each others’ arms, unburdening a shared sorrow that few others might understand, as Lisby and Pam had lived on different sides of the country and had quite different communities. Except for family, most people knew either one of them, or the other, but not both. But I had intimately known both of them, and so had Mike.
The Manitou woods sheltered us in our grief, holding us in balsam-scented darkness, absorbing our tears.
These woods were and are healing sanctuary, still fulfilling Pam’s vision for the land. At that particular moment in time it was a healing container for 2 of the people most dear to her, and I imagined her gazing at us through the dimensions, absolutely delighted!
Mike and I wept until there were no more tears and then we laughed at ourselves, relieved. Before we left the woods Mike gave me a big bear hug so strong I felt my spine crack in just the spot that has needed readjustment for weeks.
A healing joke!
The land heals, and often in unexpected ways.
Please remember that!
BLOG: Musings on the Passing Scene: www.carolynnorthbooks.com/news
“Whatever else happens, either everything is a miracle, or nothing is.”
Albert Einstein
20 Tuesday Sep 2016
Posted mind control, targeted individual
inhttp://www.nytimes.com/
2016/06/11/health/gang-stalking-targeted-individuals.html?_r=1
The first of the three videos can be skipped, but the whole article is a welcome piece of writing.
And here’s a link from it which I also found useful:
https://sites.google.com/site/targetedindividuals101/survival-guide/more-survival-guide
Unfortunately, I didn’t read this in time and allowed my tormentors to force me from my home, losing tens of thousands of dollars in the hasty (terrified) process.
Now, just like the article predicts, I find myself in yet another bad situation (wondering if it has also be engineered by handlers), with options narrowing….
BUT, chastened by this article, I will make less-hasty, more cautious choices. AND I will look for the somewhat-local community this article mentions as a way to get support.
Keep the Faith ~
04 Sunday Sep 2016
Posted mind control, spiritual healing, targeted individual, Uncategorized
inMy Name is Jean Ann Eisenhower
and I’m a “targeted individual”- TI.
That means: at some point,
I got on a powerful someone’s shit list.
I was baptized and “confirmed” Mormon
but only because my mother made me,
but I’ve ignored the church I promised to respect,
and have even implicated it publicly in sexual crimes.
I allowed myself to be drawn into a sorority,
only after putting up a heroic resistance,
but they found my weak points, reeled me in,
and I deactivated two weeks after making my solemn vows.
I failed to honor my nation and keep its secrets.
Instead, I exposed the lies of the FBI
in a failed assassination attempt against my colleague.
I told the whole world.
The attacks on my life, begun in childhood
have accelerated over the decades, and now
accelerate through the years.
And it’s becoming unbearable.
Computer interference. Identity theft.
Phone tapped. Grapevine slander.
Home break-ins. Car sabotaged.
Amnesic medical and other events at night.
Biopsy scoop marks. Healed scars.
Taser burns. Drug effects.
Injection bruises. “Donut” bruises.
Tones and videos projected into mind.
Unconsciousness, missing time.
Unusual waking with tones or electronic vibrations.
Exhaustion, heart problems, heart attacks.
Depression, anxiety.
Grief, fear.
I wonder what to do.
Telling people goes pretty much nowhere.
The targeting people are a network,
with tentacles into the media,
churches, law enforcement, everywhere –
including the highest reaches of power in the world.
No successful response is likely to be political,
or legal, or even social in the mainstream.
I can respond emotionally, and I have.
And I work every day to heal my emotions.
I can respond philosophically, explore the meaning
of our world, beyond the crafted worldview.
I can respond spiritually, lift myself above the mire
of this world, in which children are sold
into experiments, fracturing their minds
and stealing their souls.
“How shall we then live?”
Rebellions will be quelled, activism misdirected.
Only in myself do I have any power,
and with my relations in the cosmos.
This is the shift I’ve been trying to make –
to design my life for less connection
to our material world, where I am attacked,
and more to the world of Spirit.
Perhaps it’s what the spirits have had in mind for me all along,
dogging me, provoking me,
driving me back
to their wilderness, away from the dangers of civilization.
Perhaps they are not evil beings, per se, who rape the children.
Perhaps they are simply creators,
slicing lower chakras of humans
for some worthy purpose, unaware of how it feels to us.
Perhaps they are my helpers
igniting a fire to move me, for a good I cannot see.
Or maybe my pain, our pain,
physical, emotional, and psychic,
is just a cost of doing business on Earth,
a cost born by us, but not personal.
Or maybe it’s a very personal challenge,
a spiritual challenge,
one’s destiny,
to see, through pain, beyond the illusion.
Maybe pain is the messenger
to wake up.
Those in pain may be the lucky ones.