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.

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