Recently Cleve Backster and I received a flier from ARE, the Association for Research and Enlightenment, with a reminder that Edgar Cayce once predicted back in the 20’s that it would be possible to diagnose the patient’s condition by looking into a drop of blood. I’d been thinking of looking at my blood cells ever since Cleve fired up his Olympus dark-field microscope to watch kombucha tea yeast/bacteria, in a sugar solution, triplicate in ½ hour. If anyone has cancer, and desires to eat sugar, they should watch to see how quickly cells use the sugar to grow. We also watched on his large screen, a drop of fish tank water that included some very alive algae, which we know is attuned to the activities of the tank in which it was spawned. I witnessed a crab-shaped critter scuttling sideways amid the dark green strings, marveling that it was no bigger than a large cell. It seemed to find its way out of the light and into the darkness, because I never saw it again. It is difficult to chase a microscopic creature across a Petri dish. I also witnessed an amoeba undulating through the algae, also disappearing into the shadow. A drop of water is fill with spontaneous happenings. Amazing!

On Saturday the 23^rd I finally I got to see my own drop of blood. Although it is painful for Cleve to move around, getting up and down, he obliged us by giving Richard Pendleton and me permission to flip the switches on the Olympus, learn the basic knobs to turn and take a look. First we had to obtain a drop, and no sterile lancets could be found, so I improvised with a paper staple dipped in sterilizing mouthwash. Richard has had many hours of blood work in his past history of working in labs, including one for Candace Pert, during her NIH glory days. If you haven’t read or heard her Molecules of Emotion and her latest, Your Body is your Subconscious Mind, I recommend them whole-heartedly. She has “crossed over” from living on the island of the scientific elite, well-funded and respectable, onto a more difficult path of living your message, and fortunately, of achieving enough public support to come out and say what she really thinks. I am grateful to her for the risks she has taken, and the message she brings. She is also very into “chakras” now, something that scared her years ago. Chakras are wheels of moving energy, in and around the body, filled with information, pictures, colorful emotions and controlled by beliefs. An ancient knowledge, the key to understanding one’s self and how life happens, is contained in the chakra system. This has been my field of study for 35 years. When she first published her Molecules of Emotion book, she was met by swamis and mystics, telling her to look into “chakras.”

Speaking of emotion, I had just come from a very stimulating, 2-hour dance class by Kammie Liddle, where a lot of spiraling and undulating took place, over and over…the music watery, beginning with shore-break sounds of waves, and plunging deeper into some very feminine, seaweed-like moves. Her philosophy was one I could easily relate to, imagining a golden ball of energy moving from fingertips down the arm and through out the body, stimulating a natural aliveness and movement. I drank about a quart of water during the class and another afterwards, on the way to the lab. My body felt very alive, released of tension. So when I gave the blood and Richard squeezed out several drops for a clean one, my blood was truly a reflection of my consciousness. With little training in labs, I bring my imagination along when the images appear on the screen. My history with microscopes goes back to junior high, and several reports I wrote for science class on fish ponds, pond water, and honey bees, earned me good marks. So what I describe here is literal, but with my responses to what I saw being “emotional.”

First, I saw a field of thousands of cells, though some of them were definitely flowing in rivulets, following each other in undulating spirals, very active! My cells seemed to be dancing, reaching out for a place to go. At a higher amplification, I saw cells that had nuclei, and some that did not. Richard said the red cells, enthrocytes, did not have a nucleus, while the leukocytes do have one. We were watching in black and white, so I just took in the amazing numbers and variety of cells and watched them move. AS I tuned into a nucleus in one large cell, I was overcome by the feeling that my parents truly loved me, at the beginning of my life and now, that the maleness and femaleness contained inside, donated by my father and mother, was filled with love. It was a natural defense, that love, that willingness to take a life in the physical form. It made me happy that I’m approaching my 6^th decade and still dancing, for the heaven of it. I recalled my father taught me how to move around the dance floor, a simple folk dance, and the feeling of fear/joy that I felt then was present.

As the cells began to settle down, they coagulated, literally lining up in a beautiful perfect grid, forming a protective shield. It made me feel confident that whatever comes, my blood is filled with information about what to do, and how to do it. Yay!! Why worry? Why not trust my self and my cells?

Meditation: My blood is a liquid, flowing mirror of my consciousness. As I remember who I am, and what my life is about, it flows with ease and joy. In my blood is the wisdom of my parents and their lineage, my adventurous father, who traveled in the Orient for 8 years, photographing Chinese, Mongolian, and Christian white cultures, my grandfather and great-uncles, who immigrated from Denmark to escape being drafted into the Kaiser’s army, making their way on talent and hope, their marriages to Danish women, my grandmother Sophie, who could sew and give advice day and night. My blood contains the wisdom and music of my mother and her parents, including the half-breed grandfather who died from the flu, the Irish grandmother who lived clean on a chicken farm and played hymns on the piano, and made her living typing and taking down court dramas. All their hopes and dreams are alive in me, including the ones they dared not manifest, their fears. I bless and embody all of them, asking the Creator to use this lineage to strengthen who I am, to heal the weaknesses and fears and transform them into useful power, to help me fulfill my mission.

My blood is sacred, and so it is. May all beings realize the sacred power of their blood.

You know something? Yes, it comes to you in a flash, or as a result of pondering a situation. You see it and combine your awareness of probable outcomes, intuition and vision to formulate something that will be. All the signs are there. You tell someone what will happen and they blow you off. Or, they laugh and argue that you are only projecting your stuff. How frustrated you must feel!

Well, say hello to the Cassandra syndrome. The story of Troy in ancient Greece is generally known. One of the characters in the original drama is Cassandra, the daughter of the Trojan King Priam. Cassandra had the gift of divination, or prophecy, bestowed upon her by the god Apollo, but with a curse, that her warnings would never be taken for true. She was forced to live a long life accurately foretelling the future but never being believed. Her fate was to helplessly witness people plunging ahead with their folly. After many years, she grew used to being ignored and became a bit crazy.

There are modern day prophets, voices crying in the wilderness, most of them being ignored. There are ex-military officers who have come forward to warn the people of this country that we are losing our democracy to the Military Industrial Complex. There are people who have connections with ET’s who have warned us about the pollutions, the ozone layers, the probable shifts of the poles, the damage to the DNA by our weakened atmosphere. There are mediums, seers and visionaries, all talking, crying out, writing letters, making movies. For the most part they are ignored or not believed. This is the Cassandra syndrome in full bore, going on right now.

Hazard: Many people are intuitive, have precognition, and sometimes prophetic dreams. When these are shared with loved ones, or even strangers, if you expect people to pay attention, you may find disappointment. Even if some person pays for your time and you give your best intuitive information, they may still choose to ignore the advice. Saying “I told you so” brings no joy or satisfaction whatsoever. You may suffer great anguish, wishing there was something more you could do to impart vital information. You may feel like giving up, or pouring yourself another glass of wine. Please remember, dear one, that each person has their own learning curve, their own degree of openness to information. Most of the human race are digging holes in which to bury their heads!

Joyful resolution: I can learn that it is necessary for most people to learn by blundering on the ego level until they themselves become intuitive and choose to change their way. I thank the Creator for foresight and precognition, but do not force my vision on anyone. Meanwhile, I will pay attention to my own vision and act upon it.

This post is taken from a book in progress, The Hazard of  Being Psychic, by Flora Powers.  You may subscribe to pages from the book by sending an e mail for Flora99@Mtpalomar.net  or Flora99@greencafe.com

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A most interesting dilemma – cars, credit cards and cell phones. Can we do without ‘em? Are they killing our vitality?

Cell phone towers beam a low level microwave and we must somehow hold our aura field together in spite of not being able to live outside the range, with or without a cell phone. I ask myself, do I react to this microwave or do I create a safe space for my body? Right now I’m wondering about the wireless service beaming through my home, that I’m writing to you on. It’s a low level radiation, even if it’s channeled through a wire to my computer. Is the wave itself harmful or my angry emotions when the dang thing clicks off in the middle of a send?

I do wonder if those who relate cell phone fields with things like forests dying, bees getting lost, drought, etc.are crazy or right on. They have a belief like that over in England and people were pulling the towers down to cut the wires. Of course we didn’t hear much about that over here – don’t want to spread panic…or reasons to curtail the cell phone biz.

Here is what I have discovered personally. The FEAR of the microwave is much worse than the beam itself. There are “charged particles from space” that supposedly cause leukemia and DNA damage. I believe it is the human ch-ch-chatter that clogs up the telepathic person’s throat chakra. Too many voices, most of them unimportant. Then there is the tension in the ears – radiation or is it allergies, like coffee, wine, or other acid foods? One way to cope is to sing, to chant, to resonate a sound that is pleasing to you and to your cells.

At a lecture I attended, a doctor came up after to reveal that according to his anatomy experiences, the pineal gland is coated “with a crystalline substance, quite hard to cut, that may be a protective coating.” No other gland has this. So, perhaps we are born with an ingrown protection surrounding our master cells – keeping the original cells sacred. If those cells are in tact, we have the codes already for a healthy body.

I think perhaps we need to trust this and quit resisting the existence of rays and beams in the air, and simply create, like a Qi Gung master, an aura so strong that these beams are totally non-resisted. They move on through like dust in the wind.

Of course, it helps to do a DNA cleansing and repair around the pineal, and make the command that the master cells be vibrating in Perfection – the touch of the Supreme Light – so that the rest of the glands get the message. The down side of this awareness is – “I’m surrounded by toxic rays!” The positive side is “I am the radiance of the Creator’s Love.” We have to take our pick which way to go. Otherwise it is easy to lie awake wondering what that twitch or itch was – why the slight headache? The feeling of discomfort? Am I invaded by parasites or developing cancer? Dangerous thoughts. Thoughts create. Know your 4 am fear thoughts and clear them out.

With me, it is caffeine withdrawals since I allowed myself to get addicted again. Or it could be gas from eating bread. My ears ring when I drink coffee, and my head aches when I don’t drink some kind of caffeine, so green tea, here I come – again.

I dreamt that I threw my cell phone away, for I sensed it was not giving me what I really wanted, which is contact with the Divine. I discovered I can create a space helmet each day, ring by ring of soul energy. It helps to dissipate the tension around the brain. I say hello to my master cells and ring them with unconditional love. Now I have a divine cell phone from my head to my Creator and it doesn’t cost a dime. Unlimited minutes. No texting needed.

Every time I address the issue of waves, beams and particles, I remember to lift into the wave of Love – my spiritual field – and ride in that, quite safe.
It’s too early to retire to the high mountains or a remote desert. The rays may be there too! Shall we tackle the ozone issue next?

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