Thursday – September 22, 2016 — 20°C / 67°F – & Kind of Grey & Cloudy 4:46 pm in Atlantic Canada —
‘Fun with geo-magnetic storms’ is something like ‘Fun with Mercury Retrograde’ – For the last four or five days people have been more ‘on edge’ than usual. Many people who are usually easy-going and friendly have been ready to ‘bite people’s heads off at the drop of a hat’ – Last night I read something – on a facebook page no less – that may have shed some light on why people are walking around feeling like human time bombs. (Eek?)
Solar storms that kick huge magnetic storms out into our cute little neighbourhood in this material universe, have the ability to scramble human beings’ state of mind. According to ‘Starfire Tor’ – if you’re on facebook, go to her real page, not the ‘fan page’ – funny things happen along with these ‘storms’. Funny ‘sheesh’ not ‘Funny – that’s a good one’ or ‘LOL’ or “LMAO” or ‘rolling on the floor laughing’ – happy bursts of mirth?
Cosmic good guys and cosmic bad guys are apparently able to use solar mass ejections and solar magnetic anomalies which cause geo-magnetic misadventures – to try to ‘correct’ events that humans on the earth at this time may or may not deserve. If you can understand ‘Karma’ as ‘Your thoughts attract consequences’ or ‘good and bad deeds attract good and bad consequences’ / – If you kick the universe, you get kicked back. If you hug the universe, you get hugged in return. –
Look out, I’m about to open the door to parallel world theories and treat them as if they are true. Somebody told me that a big part of the reason that the US political scene is so squirrelly this year is the ‘fact’ that somebody else was supposed to be running for president of the U.S. of A. – but the ‘bad guys’ threw in a monkey wrench and hurled a nuclear bomb somewhere on earth and the Angelic good guys tried to fix that. But trying to fix things on that scale has unforeseen consequences. whoever the sane candidate for U.S. President was or is – He or she is not in the running – not in this parallel –
There may be zillions of possible parallel dimensions out there where you are living your life in your body with your dna – and maybe a few things are different there – Maybe Charlie Brown ran to the red haired girl and gave her a big hug and a kiss and she fell madly in love with him and the Peanuts comic strip was a colossal flop.
Somebody told us that there is a nearby parallel world where MK Ultra victim Sirhan Sirhan was nowhere near Bobby Kennedy in 1968. The guy in the security uniform did not step up behind Bobby and shoot him in the back of the head while glassy eyed, hypnotized, Sirhan Sirhan aimed a gun at nothing and pulled the trigger, giving the real assassin the distraction he needed to put that bullet in Bobby’s brain. In that world RFK was not assassinated, ran for President and was elected, reformed the Federal Reserve Banking system and avoided all kinds of ‘economic fit hits the shan’ nonsense that bankrupted thousands of honest Americans and put all kinds of ‘taxpayer dollars’ in the ‘beedy grastards’/ “Banksters” hands in this world. That parallel dimension is doing fine, thank you. The greedy idiots who are trying their damnedest to control everything in this messed up parallel dimension are out of luck there.
Why aren’t we there? Why aren’t we in any one of a gazillion parallel lives that may be a lot more fun than this one? You may have married the wrong person in that world. You may have married the right person and lost them to an insane accident. He or she may have stepped backward when the wedding photographer asked him or her to so and a space lab chose that micro milli second to fall out of the sky and landed on his or her head. (“ooops”?) – Your favourite, most reliable friend in this life may have had a weird vitamin deficiency over there and become a pathological liar, or been raped as a child and became a sociopath? The possibilities are supposed to be endless. Be careful what you wish for – you might get what you wanted, but jumping up and down in celebration, you may have slipped and hit your head, and developed total freaking amnesia – or stepped on a banana peel, landed wrong and become a paraplegic –
This is confusing. If we’re the ‘main’ Parallel Universe / Parallel Dimension and something horrifically bad happens – does a new Dimension suddenly burst into being and uncountable angelic beings ‘slide’ vast numbers of us from the bad place to the nearly identical – new ‘good place’- ? I began to write a story once, um, thirty years ago? – Something like that – A guy going through a divorce went to a party with his co-workers near the end of May – up here in the northern latitudes – A really cute cousin of a best friend at that party developed a wicked headache and needed a real aspirin when the only stuff they had at the house the party was at was either tylenol or advil, or that other non-aspirin snar. He said he had aspirin at his house and the cute woman said she needs it so bad she’s gotta go with him.
On the way – what should have been a five minute drive became a nightmare as a freak blizzard exploded and dumped six inches of intensely blowing snow in half an hour and showed no likelihood of letting up. The ‘hero’ gets the woman to his house and discovers that the front yard is under six to eight inches of intense snow storm and the back yard is idyllic, warm and sunny. He gives the woman the aspirin, before she even swallows it, she’s all better, they go out back, walk around the house and everything’s fine, but his car isn’t there, and the front door is locked, his key won’t fit. They walk around back and the door they left unlocked is still unlocked, they go inside. Halfway through the house the woman is again incapacitated by the wicked migraine. They can see his car, but they can’t get to it without spending over an hour shoveling. The phone line is dead, electric lines have blown down from utility poles and are sparking on the street. She passes out, he carries her to the bedroom closest to the back door and sits there, stays with her until he passes out, wakes up and the storm is over. She’s awake, but weak and just wants to rest. He walks to the front of his house and there is no snow visible anywhere, but his car isn’t there either. – That’s as far as I got, what I had planned was – in the next few days they discover that many of the people they knew are not around and nobody else remembers them. It seems like all their most loving, forgiving, altruistic friends and acquaintances are still around, but the short-tempered, conniving, manipulating &/or power-hungry types are all gone.
In my plans for the end of the book, a Native American / First Nations medicine man tells them the wold split in two and ‘all the good ones are here and life is good – all the not so good ones are in the other place, and they are running out of food, they have no electricity or even water. Very bad storms have made it impossible for them to go anywhere and get what they need – they are in real trouble.’
So – that’s my weird take on parallel lives, time shifts and the “WTF is going on here?” weirdness of the past few days.
— If this makes sense to you, we may all be in trouble, or we may be about to step through a door that wasn’t there yesterday and discover paradise where we never thought to look for it, right under our noses.
~~~~~ Jim
