tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84843592640262393362024-03-27T16:53:34.083-07:00Skeptical PsychicNancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-5604301817760253042020-05-26T17:56:00.001-07:002020-05-26T17:56:15.987-07:00How Do You Know When You've Entered the Matrix?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a great scene in the 1999 classic sci-fi movie "The Matrix" in which Keanu Reeves, who plays the protagonist, Neo, who has taken the "red pill," now sees the world for what it really is and not the artificial "Matrix" or computer-constructed dreamland designed to keep human beings from realizing they are nothing more than bio-batteries used to fuel the needs of the artificial intelligence and robots.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a very short sequence in the movie when Neo is on a secret mission with several of his revolutionary colleagues trying to disrupt the operation inside the artificial world of the Matrix without getting caught. As their small group runs through the streets and back alleys, Neo is the only one to notice a small black cat that runs across the pathway. He notices that the same black cat appears to have done the same action twice. This would be a physical impossibility - running to the right side but reappearing again on the left side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the film, this sequence happens very quickly. It is like a very subtle glitch. It happens so imperceptibly that most people wouldn't notice it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am finding in the last several weeks that there have been several such repetitive-seeming glitches in my life. This has led me to the sci-fi - but perhaps rational physics - explanation that something is being weirdly "adjusted" to our time line. This has resulted in some odd glitches that should be there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first glitch occurred about two weeks ago. I decided to take my normal walk outdoors and around the neighborhood. It is a very suburban area and since everyone here in New Jersey is under orders to Shelter in Place since March 19, 2020, most of us don't have much to do in the way of physical exercise except to go outside and walk or bike. Lots of people were out walking on that sunny day. A thin gentleman with white hair passed me going the opposite direction on a bicycle with rather thick tires - kind of like a mountain bike. I didn't know him but we both waved a friendly hello as we passed each other. I continued walking and approximately one minute later, it appeared that the same gentleman with white hair on the bicycle passed me again - from the same direction! This would have been an impossibility unless he had turned around, cycled past me from behind me, then turned around again and came towards me a second time. Clearly, there hadn't been enough time for that and I would have noticed a bike coming from behind me - and there hadn't been any at all! I</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It disturbed my sense of reality so much after the second seemingly identical white-haired man rode past me on his bicycle, also with thick tires, and also waved at me and smiled, that I made a mental note in my head that he looked just like the (now deceased)character actor James Rebhorn who played roles in movies like "Meet the Parents."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless this neighbor (?) of mine had a twin, I don't know what could have explained this curious sensation that time had suddenly glitched in my reality! As a weird synchronicity, the movie "Meet the Parents" played on TV that night and I saw the actor I had imagined as looking like the man on the bicycle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, what to make of this strangeness? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For four days, I noticed there was an ant in the second floor bathroom. Nothing particularly unusual for springtime in a house in the suburbs. I felt oddly sorry the ant that seemed to be aimlessly wandering around in circles in the center of the room. Unlike most other ants I have observed, it did not seem to have picked up on the scent of other ant trails and had no obvious sense of purpose. I picked it up on a piece of paper and put it outside. There were no other ants visible in the room. The next day, there was another ant in exactly the same location with the same behavior. And again, the next day. And next day. There was one additional ant. They both walked aimlessly on the same tile as the first one. I wondered if I had actually dreamed taking the first ant outside! These ants were not behaving normally and simply seemed to "replace" the first one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There have been other instances somewhat like these recently that have made me wonder if - while we are all safely out of the way and without prying eyes and isolated - that someone or some entity has, in fact, been playing with our spacetime fabric. The telltale signs may be nothing more than a mundane black cat, a man bicycling, or an ant wandering around on the same tile in my bathroom for days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The global COVID-19 pandemic has brought into very sharp focus the need for all people to become far more away of time and how it works. Most people treat time as if it is a product of their immediate sensory environment - as if time were like the air you breathe in your lungs or the light you see in the sky. Time is treated as an immediate, sensory element. This horrible pandemic has caught most of the world by surprise. However, in retrospect, looking at various statistical models and graphs, you can literally watch the planet as it slowly starts to catch on fire with this disease. The disease moves in a sequential, linear fashion through time as country by country has succumbed to its grip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most people think starfish are essentially inanimate creatures, like barnacles, that live at the bottom of the ocean. True, you may occasionally catch one ever-so-slowly moving the tip of one of its arms, but its movements are rare. They look like mere objects - inflexible exoskeletons. I once watched a video of a group of starfish in the ocean that had been dramatically sped up in terms of time. The film is astonishing. Suddenly the true character of starfish comes to light. They create homes, fight for territory, mate, hang around in pairs and groups, and move around with great speed. They interact like living creatures that we know and understand - WITHIN OUR OWN CONCEPTION OF TIME.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">COVID-19 needs to be viewed like these starfish. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If we stop regarding time like an element of our immediate environment, and we begin to view it as a mutable perception of our environment, then we begin to be able to make valid predictions AHEAD of the immediate environmental sensations. I have been making public predictions on my website, www.theskepticalpsychic.com, for over a decade. I then try to match them up with real-time events to see if they were accurate or not. I gather these predictions from various personal sources like visions, dreams, trends, intuition and shreds of logic and reality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ultimately, the practice of making predictions allows you to voluntarily SPEED UP TIME. It allows the person making the prediction to see beyond the immediate reality. Why does humanity insist on only reacting at the very last minute to threats within its immediate zone of sensory perception? We, as a global species, have responded in this very poor fashion to the COVID-19 pandemic. It is not merely a question of ignoring issues in favor of making quicker profits or poor government oversight, it is a problem of trusting our innate ability to perceive beyond the normal boundaries of time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To make my point a bit more clear, allow me to explain how I personally responded to this crisis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In late November and early December, 2019, I remember I began tidying up all the loose ends in my life. I didn't know why. I've never done that before. I didn't question my desire to do so. It was just intuitive. I made all my necessary doctors appointments, both regular and also for all the various surgeries and dental procedures I could anticipate as being necessary within a year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Starting in October, 2019, I told my husband we should sell our house. Nothing urgent. Just a feeling it was time to move. So we spent November, December, and January preparing to put the house on the market. We packed our stuff, reorganized our storage rooms, eliminated clutter, painted rooms, repaired plumbing and electrical issues, sold unwanted stuff, and so on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I spoke, for the first time, with my grown children, at the Christmas dinner table on December 25, 2019, about my mortality and death. We shared lots of much deeper thoughts and emotions as a family than we had ever done before. I knew I would be turning 65 in March, 2020, so perhaps there was some underlying anxiety about officially becoming a senior citizen, but why focus on death?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On December 31, China confirmed it was treating dozens of cases of a new virus. The news unsettled me. Less than two weeks later, China announced the first known death associated with this new virus. On January 21, the first known case of COVID-19 was identified in a man in the State of Washington upon returning from China. Two days later, on January 23, China quickly initiated the large national quarantine in history. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I immediately started making several trips to the local grocery stores, office supply stores, home repair stores, and pharmacies, and began slowly stocking up on supplies. I was not hoarding. I did not grab more than my fair share of anything. But I began buying extra toilet paper (now a precious commodity only a couple of months later that no one can find), paper towels, laundry detergent, bleach, disinfectants, acetaminophen, dry foods like grains, and frozen foods. Every week I stocked up more. I anticipated needing a minimum of a two month supply of everything. I sent a "care package" to my son, a college student in Washington, DC, giving him a list of things to stock up on, and included a new thermometer, nut snacks, nitrile gloves, and a mask, since he is immunologically-challenged and was planning on flying for spring break to Miami in the first week of March - refusing to heed my advice and cancel it. I called my daughter in New York City, and told her stock up on supplies. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My point is - that by the third week in January I was preparing for what I KNEW would be a catastrophic pandemic in the United States within a month or so. It boggles my mind that few if any Americans seem to have figured out the impending disaster at the same time I, an ordinary citizen, figured it out. Today, I am living in the epicenter of the world's worst COVID-19 disaster area - New Jersey, just a half hour outside New York City. Everyone in New Jersey, with its population of 8.9 million people and the most densely populated of all of the 50 American states, was given a "Shelter-in-Place" mandate on March 21. I had been staying "sheltered" in my home and not going outside except three times for groceries FOR TWO MONTHS prior to this! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, how did I know this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First, logically-speaking, I had never seen a country - particularly one as large as China - quarantine a massive and economically valuable territory such as the Wuhan territory. To me, that was an instantaneous clue that something had gone horribly and secretly wrong. I am quite certain COVID-19 is a biological warfare weapon that was either experimentally or accidentally deployed. That seemed clear and obvious at that time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second, why quarantine unless the virus is so massively contagious that travel restrictions were the only possible way to contain it. That gave more clues: 1) there is no current treatment and 2) it will easily escape territorial boundaries and migrate around the world in very little time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Three, our politicians encouraged Americans not to worry about the few isolated cases in Washington State. I knew this was the beginning of the American epidemic. It was obvious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These "logical" clues were made by trending out what is obvious. They further cemented my purely "intuitive" sense of impending doom and disaster based on nothing rational at all but which was altering my decision-making.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My job is to see the future. My job is to "play" with time. I don't live 100 percent in the Present. My consciousness is always "trending" out and extending into the Future all realities of the Present Time. It is a little bit like having glasses to correct near-sightedness. What appears either non-existent or unidentifiable to others, appears to me with great certainty and clarity. It is a combination of intuition and logic. Trust is essential. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was very moved when Dr. Anthony Fauci, the Director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Disease and top adviser to President Trump, told people in March, that the Shelter-in-Place rules were essential because - I wish I had his exact words here - we are not dealing in normal Time. In other words, what we see today, in terms of the spread of the disease, is actually two weeks in the Past. Why? Because the COVID-19 virus has a 14 day lag time before symptoms begin to manifest. That means we can be walking around without any symptoms, infecting lots of other people and spreading the disease, without any consequences until two weeks later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Essentially, Dr. Fauci was the first public official I have ever heard in my life, try to tell the American public about Time Travel.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew he was 100 percent correct. He had explained the time issue correctly. Our Present reality is actually our Past reality. We need to learn how to get nimble and quick when reacting to certain small clues in our Present which indicate we may be existing in a different time zone. Let this be an important lesson to all of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-72257539774090647952020-03-19T14:47:00.000-07:002020-03-19T14:50:01.740-07:00Alien "Miracle" Gift During Coronavirus Pandemic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On Wednesday, February 19, 2020, I awoke from my sleep with my heart pounding. This was unusual since I don't generally get nightmares anymore and almost never wake up with my heart pounding. Furthermore, the dream fragment that I could remember was not frightening at all - merely "unusual."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was a very, very short dream fragment - or let's call it a "dream" for the time being. It was more vivid than my usual lucid dreams. Most of my dreams these days are lucid - I remember them, they have a sense of being more "real" than a normal dream, and I am able to control them and am aware that I am dreaming. This one was different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was standing in my kitchen in front of my sink and looking out the window facing the front of the house. I think I was talking to a friend. I noticed that a red helicopter was landing in my front yard. I was very surprised. I said to my friend, "Don't they know they can't land a helicopter in my front yard?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But the helicopter landed and a tall, very plain-looking, brown-haired man got out and walked to my front door. I went to the door, opened it, and said, "Yes, can I help you?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He didn't say a word but handed me a small package wrapped in brown paper. It was about 5 inches long, 4 inches wide and an inch thick. It was as heavy as lead - like a slab of heavy metal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I said, "What's this?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I couldn't imagine why he was saying this. I didn't "need" anything! I have everything I could need. The only thing, perhaps, would be a solution to my back problem. In real life, I returned home from two weeks in August, 2019, at a Russian training in psychokinesis with a broken back. We did boot-camp types of exercises every day for about 6 hours a day or longer. They weren't rigorous, but I was in extreme pain from the first day. Given the fact that the people training us had military backgrounds and the Russians have been known to have been leaders in developing psychotronic weapons, I was also concerned something may have been done to me. We were treated like prisoners and when I returned home in severe pain I learned from three orthopedic and neurosurgeons that the bone in my back was indeed broken, the disk gone, the nerve impinged, and my spine completely unstable and almost detached! I was told I would need major back surgery to fix the problem. I was particularly reluctant to do this kind of surgery. Anyway, that was the only thing I could think of in my dream that I might possibly "need."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As soon as he said this, I looked at him and in a moment of insight said, "You're not from here, are you?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As soon as I said this, his entire body began to take on a slightly bluish hue of light and he became transparent. His body began to glitch like a hologram. Suddenly, his human form completely disappeared. What was left in its place was virtually indescribable. It was not human or anything I could recognize. It was like a cluster of large blue orbs with some stringy things hanging down and simply floating in the air. I knew immediately that this was some kind of light being alien.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That day, February 20, I called a dear psychic friend of mine and told her about the dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"What do you think was in that package?" she asked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I don't know. The only thing I know is that it was 'heavy like lead' which means, in my interpretation, that it was definitely not lead but could be some sort of heavy metal."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"What about bismuth?" she asked. "That's a heavy metal like lead."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I knew I had seen bismuth before - I studied a lot of geology and always loved rocks and crystals since I was a kid - but couldn't recall what it looked like. So I quickly googled it and discovered that bismuth is a brittle, silver-colored metal which can actually form lovely "drawer-like" crystals and becomes pink, blue and iridescent when oxidized. So, had this alien given me a package containing bismuth, I wondered? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It occurred to me that some of the crystals I saw online looked amazingly like miniature spines with vertebrae - square crystals growing together. What if you could regrow your spine? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On February 21, I decided to do something extraordinary illogical - to buy 5 lbs of bismuth. I somehow "knew" that I needed exactly 5 lbs. I had no idea what I was going to do with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On February 26, it arrived in a small box. I looked at the metal chunks - in three pieces - and simply left the box in my bedroom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On February 27, I went downstairs to get my usual cup of coffee in the morning. As I poured my coffee, I suddenly realized something extraordinary. I was not experiencing pain. For seven months, I had been in chronic pain, 24/7, regardless of whether I was walking, standing, sitting, lying down or sleeping. I hurt my back to simply carry a cup of coffee and I would have to lie down and rest for at least a half hour after making my bed. I had literally forgotten the sensation of being pain-free. It was beyond extraordinary! As great as this was, I figured maybe it was a fluke. Back pain tends to fluctuate. There are good days and bad days. I figured I would enjoy this good day as long as it lasted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today is March 19 - one month after my dream - and (miraculously) I am still not in pain! I don't understand why. Suddenly, I am able to walk two miles a day and I can carry heavy items - carefully, yes, but without repercussions. It literally feels like my lower spine somehow "snapped" back into place. Previous X-rays and scans showed that my spine was literally 50 percent disconnected - without the bone or disk to hold it in place - and so was highly unstable. Little did I know when the alien told me that I would "need this" - whatever it was - that within days the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic would begin sweeping through the United States. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Recall that back on February 19, when I had this dream, CNN was reporting on the coronavirus that was almost exclusively limited to Wuhan, China. We weren't worried about it in the US. On that day, CNN reported:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "cnn" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "utkal" , sans-serif;">The first case of coronavirus in the United States occurred on January 19 on the other side of the country in Washington State. I live a half hour outside New York City in New Jersey. Everyone was, at that time, hopeful that American medicine and technology would quickly dispose of it the way we did with Ebola and SARS. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "cnn" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "utkal" , sans-serif;">As late as February 29, there were only three reported cases in the United States and the first death that day. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "cnn" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "utkal" , sans-serif;">Today, March 19, reports say there have been more than 11,000 cases reported in the United States, 168 deaths, and New York City is now ablaze with the virus with roughly a third of the nation's reported cases. Quarantines, nightly curfews and mandatory "shelter-in-place" rules have been implemented in a majority of states. All restaurants, bars, nightclubs, sports events, theatre events,concerts and gatherings of 10 or more people have been banned. Schools and universities are closed indefinitely. The CDC and President Trump have issued dire warnings about the lack of supplies, masks, gloves, oxygen equipment and vital technology to protect the vulnerable US public. Reports now indicate that between 10 to 14 percent of people in my age bracket will die of this virus.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "cnn" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "utkal" , sans-serif;">Thankfully, and knowing that I needed to stock up on supplies in the event of such quarantines, I did a massive amount of grocery shopping over the last three weeks. Because my back has been suddenly and miraculously "healed," I was able to carry 10 big bottles of bleach, detergent, and cleaners, and probably about 50 heavy bags of groceries. I was able to clear the dishwasher, wash dishes, and other previously painful work without any problem. A miracle.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: "cnn" , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , "utkal" , sans-serif;">The alien handed me whatever this gift of a heavy metal saying I was going to need it. It was a lifesaver, in fact. My angel.</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-27605295543151093642019-12-29T08:36:00.002-08:002019-12-29T08:38:43.468-08:00Triple Threat Mind Reader<img alt="Image result for clinton impeachment deposition" height="211" src="https://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/wp-content/uploads/satevepost/2019-11-11-bill-clinton-and-monica-lewinski-edited-860x570.jpg" width="320" /><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As an attorney, I am required to take Continuing Legal Education (CLE) every couple of years in order to maintain my licenses in New York and New Jersey. This year I realized very late that I had to fulfill all my requirements before 2020 rolled around. So I loaded up on all my courses and took them at the last minute in between Christmas shopping, cooking holiday meals, and picking up my kids at bus stations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It requires a ridiculous amount of juggling between the staggered years and different credit requirements n order to fulfill the requirements of these two states. It is like trying to figure out a jigsaw puzzle. Long story short, I managed to find five CLE courses - in webinar format - that satisfied all requirements for both states in terms of legal credits and ethical credits. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over the decades of doing this, I have learned that most of these courses - usually led by local attorneys and local bar association committee leaders - are informative but phenomenally boring. It seems that even litigators and trial attorneys seem to have a problem making law "fun" to learn. These classes are mostly loaded with endless citations to local, state and federal statutes, and court decisions, with which all of the non-specialists in those fields are presumed to be intimately familiar. There is a lot of pretentious droning on and on about the legal impact of various decisions ranging from landmark to unpublished court decisions. I have come to tolerate this as some kind of legal racket for the bar associations to make money.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This time around I fulfilled my last requirement (a 7-hour long class taught by only one lawyer and not a panel of lawyers) called "Successfully Deposing the Vague or Emphatically Certain Witness: Getting What You Need Out of 'I Don't Know,' 'I Do Know' and 'I Don't Remember.'" The basic concept was to teach how to recognize and neutralize witness deception during pre-trial depositions as well as cross-examination of a witness at trial. It was a fascinating topic. The lawyer teaching the course, Robert Musante, turned out to be a self-proclaimed teacher more than a practicing lawyer. He was absolutely riveting and despite having a nasty flu, he managed to talk for seven straight hours and hold everyone's attention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Basically, he was demonstrating - using a lot of examples from Clinton and Nixon impeachment depositions and Bush and Trump press statements - how to understand the internal - let's call it "squirming around" - to give a theoretically "honest" response without lying but also without revealing the "truth." With the benefit of history and hindsight, it was very insightful to watch these deceptive maneuvers in action. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A lot of this witness deception exists around the unbelievably ambiguous use of the words "to know" or "to recall" which are used to get around a lawyer's attempt to lock in the witness with a "yes" or "no" response. For example, "How many times did you meet Monica in the hallway outside the Oval Office?" A response of "I don't know" could refer to not knowing the number of times ever in the history of Clinton's presidency, whether such meetings were in the hallway or elsewhere, or whether such encounters constituted a 'meeting.' The weasel-word of "know" allows a witness to later go back and correct the response by stating his interpretation of the precise "knowledge" to which he was referring. Cool stuff. Clinton was an expert at this in his impeachment depositions. Trump is an expert at this in his conversational style of ambiguous statements. It avoids ever getting pinned down to one interpretation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At one point during this class, Musante cleverly stated that he could "read Clinton's mind" prior to giving one of these ambiguous "I don't know" responses. Musante then laid out the entire thought process - Clinton's concerns, what was true and what wasn't, and a strategy to be "honest" without being "truthful." </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I thought to myself: "How interesting! A lawyer announcing he can read minds - just like a psychic!" And, more interestingly, how does this break down in terms of logical deduction, intuitive reasoning, and inexplicable psychic insight?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How does a lawyer read a witnesses mind, I wondered? And how does that differ from what I do, as psychic and intuitive, when I read someone's mind? It occurred to me that I am actually the equivalent of a "Triple Threat" to borrow a term from the performing arts (i.e.g someone who is talented in all three major skills of acting, dancing and singing). I am a Triple Threat because I am 1) a litigator, 2) trained in psychotherapy and 3) a trained psychic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, with my Triple Threat background, I wondered: how do these mind-reading techniques differ with each profession? Or are they the same basic techniques?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I believe they are based on intuitive and logical understandings of different aspects of the human psyche. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I believe that a litigator can read a witnesses' mind because a litigator can "smell fear" from far away. When you know how to recognize the "pressure points" then you can track the witnesses convoluted attempts to escape from the trap created by the lawyer. It is like understanding how a mouse tries to steal cheese from a mousetrap without getting caught. It involves a thinking process and a strategy. Litigators can read minds this way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A psychotherapist can read a client's mind because they can "feel" their way into the choices made by a person to address their emotions and how they distract themselves, empower themselves or believe their own deceptions. A therapist can understand the history of a person's emotional empowerment no matter how illogical.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A psychic can read a client's mind because they can "mind-meld" with the energy of the person and, in some sense, become that person in order to understand the outcomes of the person's existence and choices. A psychic can "see" the emotional imprint of a person and their decisions as it extends forwards and backwards in time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Briefly, a litigator is trained in <b>fear motivation</b>. A psychotherapist is trained in <b>empathy</b>. A psychic is trained in <b>energy</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is the true Triple Threat for mind reading almost anyone... </span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-63518807314783648062019-11-24T10:02:00.000-08:002019-11-24T10:13:12.057-08:00Images From the Sky<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Roughly three weeks ago, I was able to remember just a tiny fragment of one of my dreams. I remember the distinctive image of a massive horse coming out of the clouds in the sky. The horse seemed to be surrounded by a glow of purplish color. I can't remember the rest of the dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Of course, I have heard and read about the Four Horsemen in the Bible. I am certainly no expert on the Bible. I didn't know much about the Four Horsemen except that they are somehow associated with something vaguely apocalyptic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In fact, the Four Horsemen, described in detail in Revelations 6:1-8, written by John of Patmos. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The scene is set when the author describes what he has seen. He saw God on his throne in Heaven, surrounded by thousands of angels and strange winged creatures, holding a scroll held firmly closed with seven (wax) seals in his right hand. The "Lamb" (Jesus) is considered the only one heavenly entity worthy enough to open the scroll to read its contents. As each seal is broken, a new catastrophic event or series of events is unleashed on mankind. The first four of these seven seals are symbolized by each of the Four Horsemen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The First Horse is a white horse. Its rider holds an archer's bow and he wears a crown. "He rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest." (Rev. 6:2). Unlike the other three horses, the symbolism of the white horse is very ambiguous. The actual language of Revelations suggests that this represents the Spirit of Conquest. It has also been suggested that the white horse could represent Christ, the antichrist and the false promise of peace. I would interpret it as follows: The white horse represents the promise of purity to conquer and vanquish the evils of mankind. The ambiguity lies in whether this white "purity" will fulfill its promise. There seems to be a hidden threat in the lack of clarity. How will humanity respond? Will mankind be able to maintain a global peace if it harbors ill-will and deception underneath the stated intentions? Or will the lies of humans create a "false peace"? The White Horse represents conquest by deception. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For me, there is an element reminiscent of the Trojan Horse in the Biblical White Horse. The famous Trojan Horse wooden statue created a curiosity and deception that allowed the Greek warriors, hidden inside the strange horse, to create a diversion and then conquer the independent city of Troy. Did you ever wonder why the best-known brand name for condoms - "Trojans" - allows the man the enter deceptively into the independent domain of the woman? No one ever taught me this juicy thought.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Second Horse is a "fiery red" horse (Rev. 6:3). This Red Horse has a rider who "was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other." This rider carries a very large sword. The Red Horse is universally regarded as representing war and death - presumably the creator of some kind of civil war or war among nations where "men slay each other." In other words, the Red Horseman provokes war - but does not kill humanity himself. Like the White Horseman, he is a catalyst, instigator or provocateur of bad behavior. His job is to wreak havoc and fear, causing men to kill each other. The Red Horseman doesn't do the actual killing. The Red Horseman doesn't get his hands dirty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Third Horse is the Black Horse </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">(Rev. 6:5-6). </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">The rider carries a "pair of scales" in his hand. The scales, similar to the "scales of justice" held in the hand of the Statue of Liberty, are considered to refer to market food scales with small stones representing the counter-weights. The Black Horseman is interpreted to represent famine. A celestial voice is heard to say: "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine." Biblical scholars have suggested that one quart of wheat would be enough for only one person and three quarts of the less nutritious barley would barely be enough for small family. Famine would drive the prices up to ten times their normal level. Many scholars have interpreted this horseman as also being the cause or harbinger of droughts that cause the famines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I see it, the Black Horseman doesn't overtly cause the famine. The famine is caused, once again, by mankind - and only indirectly by the Horseman. Humans hike up the price of food and cause people who cannot afford to pay, to starve to death. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Fourth Horse is very different from the other horses (Rev. 6:7-8). The Fourth Horse is a Pale Horse. Of course, as we know, "pale" is just a description of a color, but not a color itself! It evokes the image of a ghost, not a living being. The word "pale" is described in the dictionary as being "almost colorless" - in other words, without living vitality. The rider of the Pale Horse is the only one given a name. The rider's name is "Death" and he is followed closely behind by "Hades," the Greek god of the underworld. Strange, it seems to me, that the Christian prophet would evoke the name of a (pagen) Greek god! Perhaps this was to underline the hopelessness of the termination of life for people who would not be redeemed by their Savior, the Lamb, Jesus Christ. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At any rate, the Pale Horseman is given "power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth." From my perspective, the Pale Horseman is the only one of the Four Horsemen who has the actual power and authority to inflict direct pain, suffering and death upon mankind. It is almost as if the other three Horsemen have the power of persuasion, temptation and influence to wreak havoc, but the Pale Horseman takes all of their powers and can use them directly to kill off a quarter of the human race!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After the four seals are broken and the Four Horsemen revealed, the fifth seal is broken and reveals that the souls of those slain in the name of God seek vengeance in the form of the Final Judgment against mankind (Rev. 6:9-11). The sixth seal is broken and terrible global catastrophes are unleashed (Rev. 6:12-17) including earthquakes, a blood red moon, a black sun, stars crashing into the earth, and mountains and islands destroyed. While the world leaders and populations tried to hide in caves. The angels called out to stop the destruction long enough to save 144,000 humans who received the "seal of the Living God" on their foreheads. Then the mystical seventh seal is broken and all hell breaks loose on the planet. Locusts, looking oddly like "horses prepared for battle," are released to kill off mankind. Then an army of angels are released to kill mankind, then a plague of fire, smoke and sulfur, then earthquakes killing seven thousand people. Jesus is then seen standing on Mount Zion with the 144,000 saved individuals who sing a song that only those who were redeemed were capable of learning. And so on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And so, to return to my dream in which a galloping horse appeared coming out of the clouds surrounded by a strange, purple glow, I am left to wonder if this is not perhaps a prophetic dream of the coming of the Pale Horse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What is interesting is that the author of Revelations (who wrote in the first century A.D.) was influenced by the horse imagery, according to scholars, of another earlier prophet, a 6th century BC Babylonian priest and prophet, Zechariah. In Zechariah's vision, he looked up and saw four horse-drawn chariots coming out from between two mountains.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"The first chariot had red horses, the second black, the third white, and the fourth dappled - all of them powerful. I asked the angel who was speaking to me, 'What are these, my lord?' The angel answered me, 'These are the four spirits of heaven, going out from standing in the presence of the Lord of the whole world. The one with the black horses is going toward the north country, the one with the white horses toward the west, and the one with the dappled horses toward the south." (Zec 6:1-8). (</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; text-indent: 0.5in;">Strangely, the angel forgets to mention the red horses which, obviously, are going toward the east!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My horse in the clouds was, I believe, a repetition of a warning for mankind. A kind of modern-day prophecy. In a world where we have become increasingly "impure" in mind, body and spirit, and our desires have become aggressive and intolerant, we are clearly approaching the wars and climate destruction that causes droughts, earthquakes, fires and famines, without any need for direct intervention from the "angels." It is all indirect - just like three of the Four Horsemen. The Four Horsemen have merely been unleashed from the heavens to prod us further into our own self-destruction that will surely result in mass extinctions of the human race as the Pale Horse finally enters the spiritual arena. </span><br />
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Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-42765194901352868582019-09-08T13:34:00.000-07:002019-09-08T13:34:24.236-07:00The Death of Private Thoughts<img alt="Image result for privacy" height="266" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSp-xlhLEuAmrvpCYcZx_kFlrzg6mb8RMoUIYBWeBdol9ZboZ3u" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, we lived in a world where we could hide things - both truth and lies. The "inside" of our mind was our secret garden. Our thoughts could be kept alive there like a secret zoo where unicorns and centaurs roamed freely with zebras, horses and rattlesnakes. You could separate your thoughts from your deeds, and your words from your emotions. Your outer protective layer, your skin, was like a territorial boundary. No one was allowed entrance into this private world without all the proper papers and pedigrees. Good and bad thoughts, reactions, emotions, feelings, attitudes, fantasies, perspectives, strategies, insults, compliments, calculations and deviations, could all be kept silent and under wraps. A private domain. Under private ownership. This was my world growing up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been able to watch the slow death of human privacy over the decades. It is like watching someone die slowly by being smothered. Slowly the struggle to breathe life-giving air gives way to surrender, the eyes roll back, and the entity relaxes into the new reality without air or breath. Is there life after death? Or do we cease to exist? Can we live happily ever after if our lives are now an open book for everyone to read,? Can we exist as individuals when our thoughts have become nothing more than "products" to be sold on the open market? Human consciousness fetches a high price and can be translated almost immediately into cash. We are all becoming slaves to each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Privacy, in my opinion, ranks up there with the basic human rights outlined in the Declaration of Independence along with life, liberty and happiness. And yet, our passion for absolute democracy - well, let's call it equal opportunity to rape and pillage in the name of freedom - and our militaristic drive for supremacy over the thoughts of everyone else, has led us to this point of no return. Ultimately, of course, we are headed toward a world where we will all be controlled - our thoughts, feelings and ambitions - by hidden technologies. We will be, in effect, genetically modified without genes. We are headed toward marching in lockstep and thinking in unified hive mentality. The human race is not far from becoming a single entity - one massive uni-dimensional slave - controlled by??? We won't know because we won't be privy to that information.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is no longer science fiction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We made the critical mistake of believing that we could become "interconnected" through technology (television, radio, telephones, computers, internet, smart phones, apps, AI, robots, smart homes, etc.) without having to sacrifice anything at all. We thought if we paid our monthly fees that was the end of it. Obviously, the price of being "interconnected" is that we have become the living entities that feed the system. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reid Hoffman, co-founder of LinkedIn, wrote an enlightening book ("Blitzscaling" (2018)) about how successful modern corporations are purposely designed to seduce, entice and feed off of personal profiles and private thoughts. He doesn't say it that way because he is a predator of human privacy, not a victim. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The obvious technologies involved are companies like Facebook, LinkedIn, Instagram, WhatsApp, Twitter and so on, that sift through vast amounts of personal data and then tailor their advertising and promotions to each person. This is a very personal rape. But there are also many other movements that are looming on our horizon that also threaten to dissolve our mental territories. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Chinese heist of the U.S. Office of Personnel Management in 2015 of the personal records of 22.1 million people, mostly the private data, including clearances, government employees. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the 2011 hack of Sony's PlayStation Network gathering and compromising the personal records of more than 77 million of its customers. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the 2014 cyber attack on Sony Pictures by the North Korean government that resulted in stealing the private social security numbers of 47,000 people. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Russian hacking of Democratic candidate Hillary Clinton's emails in 2016</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This type of digging into cyber records containing our personal data has been weaponized. It is a military incursion into cyber "territory" of another entity.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But even our own government has "weaponized" private data to be used - ostensibly - for our own good! Really? Why does my government need to know who we call and what we say on the telephone or our computers? We are told this is for our national security. No one can forget when, in 2013, Edward Snowdon leaked valuable information about the US National Security Agency and their metadata collection program on the American public. Kind of strange twist - hacking to prevent hacking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly, our technologies are all - thanks to our clever and amoral scientists - leading us down the road to the total loss of our privacy in the future. This is more direct than cyber hacking. It is literally hacking your brain! We now have the ability to hack into your dreams - and your dreams can be displayed visually on a computer monitor! We can cause you to have a false memory of an event simply by recreating a specific memory pathway in your brain's neurons. Of course, memories can also be erased. Behavior can be modified. This is all a form of hacking into your personal privacy in the name of glorious scientific achievements.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More recently, there are ominous political movements that are developing - notably in China and the early signs in the United States - which create cyber "credit systems" for every citizen. Good behavior (like praising the government or not driving too fast or jay-walking) result in automatic higher "credit" ratings and discounts on purchases like real estate, groceries or cars, the ability to travel by being granted a passport or leave one's home. It is very ominous indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are living in the early days of an evil trend. Just as very few people actually foresaw the ultimate evil destination of Hitler's Nazi Germany because it was accomplished in slow, manageable and non-threatening stages- so very few people saw it coming. It started out innocently enough by requiring all Jews to register, then to wear arm bands with Jewish stars on them, then requiring them to relocate to Jewish neighborhoods, then shipping them off to "labor" camps, and ultimately to their extinction. Notice - the entire process started with the seemingly innocent requirement of registration of their personal information. Do you start to see a similarity to cyber registration?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let me give you another example of the new movement toward political intrusion of our private thoughts. Just a few days ago, after the second mass shooting in Texas this summer. The Washington Post reported that the Trump administration is considering a proposal that would use Google, Amazon and Apple to collect data on all users who exhibit characteristics of mental illness that could lead to violent behavior. This, of course, is intended to preserve gun rights and appease gun rights advocates, while trying to find a means to stop insane people from purchasing guns and killing people - to appease gun control advocates. Sounds like a reasonable compromise, right? Think twice. According to the article, HARPA would be in charge of developing "breakthrough technologies with high specificity and sensitivity for early diagnosis of neuropsychiatric violence." Individuals thus identified would be presumably arrested and "dealt with" appropriately (imprisoned? drugged involuntarily?) having had their privacy rights extinguished in order to identify them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you realize that the psychiatrists' "bible" - The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" - today the DSM-5 - was originally developed by our military to identify certain psychiatric issues - it gives great pause for thought. Psychiatric "disorders" are redefined and reevaluated with every new addition. Most recently, people who are "creative" were tossed into a new "disorder" type. Does that frighten you? It should.</span></div>
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Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-73076988801143180782019-07-06T07:38:00.003-07:002019-07-06T07:38:59.594-07:00The Vibrations of American Conflict<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have avoided discussing politics on social media for several years because I watched as my friends, both Republicans and Democrats, got into some of the most brutal, verbally-violent, abusive "screaming" matches I have ever witnessed in my lifetime, and lost scores of Facebook acquaintances as well as close friends and family members. It was pitiful and - most sadly - completely avoidable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I say "avoidable" because - speaking as an "old" person with the wisdom of more years than 85 percent of the American population - I know that today's political climate has been a direct result of our collective American psychology. I have watched it happen slowly over the last 50 years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Younger" people today have grown up with a different psychological climate than I did. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First, they grew up with television. I didn't. This created instant history, instant opinions, and a need for speed in making snap judgments with little underlying knowledge or basis. Everyone is writing a book these days - but no one actually reads books anymore. Well - I exaggerate - the average American today reads 4 books a year and 83 percent fall into the youthful and school age population of 16-29 years old when you would expect them to be reading for school! More than a million books are published in the United States every year now, half of which are self-published, and on average sell fewer than 250 copies per year. Consequently, publishing experts suggest that, given the grossly overcrowded market, authors front load their main ideas at the beginning of their books, keep books short, and write them at an 8th grade level vocabulary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is part and parcel of the overall "dumbing down" of America. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And make no mistake about this - there is nothing more frightening than a stupid population. They are too lazy to take the initiative to learn and want to be spoon fed their moral positions. People in power have been only too happy to accommodate this need by feeding the population with "sound bytes" of propaganda - easily gobbled up by those who are too lazy to investigate truth on their own. A stupid population can be led like a flock of oblivious sheep to their own destruction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is all the more reason why people should learn how to respect the differing opinions of others. They need to approach this kind of "conflict" as an opportunity to learn from someone else's experience or knowledge - and not as a "threat" to their own identity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second, they grew up with advertisements. I didn't. This created seemingly socially acceptable lies and deception in the name of the "good guys" - money, greed and power. As publicity-manipulated capitalists we have been taught to believe these are virtues of "hard work" not deception. But this has also created a weird schizophrenic spin on our reality. For example, your typical pharmaceutical ads play happy music, showing happy people doing happy things, while a soft voice briskly announces - only because it is mandated by law - that the use of the drug could result in permanent nerve damage, loss of hearing, liver infections, kidney malfunction, life-threatening asthma, skin infections, nausea, vomiting and death! The result is a feeling that one is living in a schizophrenic nightmare reality - like happy clowns with painted smiles that frighten people to death!. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Third, they grew up with social media. I didn't. I don't need to restate all the negative side effects of social media - they have been rehashed many times - except to say that people have now found a way to have "virtual" (not real) "friends"; to manifest and shape shift themselves as nasty "trolls" without ever suffering consequences of their rudeness; and have lost a sense of true interpersonal connection and friendship with live human beings. People now seem to feel free to rip others to shreds like a blood sport. No consequences! True friendship requires one to be kind, often diplomatic, and recognize that the friendship is more important than "being right" all the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fourth, they grew up with technology like cell phones, Skype, WhatsApp, texting, and internet connection. I didn't. This generation assumes that communication is best done through an electronic medium. Hanging up is easy. Ending a difficult conversation is easy. Cutting someone off is easy. And you don't ever have to see them live and in person again!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fifth, they have grown up with no distinction between "entertainment" and "news." I didn't. I remember the first time I heard a TV news show play "rock and roll" as part of its intro music instead of teletype news wire sound! I was shocked because it appeared to cross the line between pop music entertainment and what had always been "serious" news.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With Trump's bold new pronouncement that all journalism in the United States (except Fox News) is "Fake News" - he has unfortunately (and perhaps intentionally) caused a national psychological crisis. No one feels safe in terms of what they can trust. There is no Walter Cronkite father-figure any more. There is no "legitimate" or "non-rag" newspaper any more. There is no one to respect any more. So no one knows where to turn for the "voice of reason." Toss in planted "fake" advertising by large companies and "fake" Facebook stories and political groups planted by the Russians and presumably others - then you cannot trust anything. Of course, all newspapers and media commentators have an editorial perspective. That has always been true. But despite planted stories by government sources and leftist/rightist leanings, the "legitimate" media - at least 50 years ago - was primarily an "editorial" choice. They were still held to a higher standard of fact-checking and sources. Facts have disappeared from our landscape. We live in a sea of unfounded and vicious opinions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Opinion news shows" now dominate what was once "the news." The new generations of Americans don't know the difference any more. This has given rise to "newscasters" yelling their flagrant personal opinions and abusing guests on their shows by snarky comments, dismissive conclusions, failure to ask true questions, and abusive treatment. The sad truth is that the new generation of Americans now equates "loud" nasty opinions as "good." Why? Because they are assumed to be truthful because they are loud and so nasty!. Emotion is confused with honesty. Unfortunately, loudness has nothing to do with honesty or truth. It is pure theater. Entertainment. Increases the ratings. Higher ratings bring in more money. Money creates more power. Power creates more control over the media. The media controls the mind of the American population. And that's how we roll.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Furthermore, people who feel a need to yell their opinions are almost always people who are trying to overcompensate for their uncertainty, lack of facts, or shortcomings. They are the opposite of truthful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, much of this "loudness" and "nastiness" has come as a direct backlash to a perception that the country's media "intelligentsia" is dishonest. Why? Because they use big vocabulary words and seem to hide behind a false facade of polite commentary and political correctness. To some degree, that is a valid point. But this has all contributed to our psychological demise. It has resulted in Americans feeling free and justifiable in beating up anyone who disagrees with them. It is a dangerously toxic and poisonous environment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All of these factors have contributed to a public and political "screaming" match that - as I have already predicted years ago - is leading us down the road to a civil war unless we address the underlying psychological issue. What is it? It is the issue that we learn how not to be mortally threatened by someone else's different opinion and different solution to a problem. In fact, while visiting the other side of the country recently, I was told by a guns-rights supporter that liberals should fear the coming uprising because they won't have the firearms to protect themselves! Yikes! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This can and will only be solved by people willing to take a personal courageous step of sincerely trying to understand why other human beings - who are good people - would believe something so different from them. This requires kindness, courage and a genuine unbiased belief that we are not infallible in our own beliefs. It also requires a return to facts - if we can still find them anywhere.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently went on a paranormal investigation to the creepy, decrepit, run-down Pennhurst Asylum in Spring City, PA. It is well-known to be very haunted. The facility opened in 1908 as the Eastern Pennsylvania State Institute for the Feeble-Minded and Epileptic, and eventually was renamed the Pennhurst State School and Hospital. Located on 1400 acres, the institution was created to segregate the population with intellectual and developmental disabilities. It consists of more than 30 buildings, most of which are condemned and too dangerous to enter today, many of which are connected by long, concrete underground tunnels. The facility quickly became overcrowded. By 1946, it housed more than 2,000 patients, mostly children, and employed seven physicians. By the mid-1960's, there were 2,791 patients - nearly 1000 more than the institution could comfortably accommodate! In 1987, the facility closed its doors forever. Today they tell the stories of full grown adult patients who had lived there their entire life and were found unable to speak and still confined to their baby cribs! Horror stories. The facility has been featured on many TV shows and is known as one of the creepiest and most haunted locations in the state. To add to its creepiness, the facility is located next to the Limmerick nuclear power plant with its nuclear smokestacks belching constant clouds into the sky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Needless to say, I was a bit nervous before going there. I have always tended to steer clear of the more "nasty" haunted locations - like penitentiaries, prisons, mental hospitals, etc. I don't like to mingle with mean, dangerous or demonic energies. I know too many stories of people who have come home after such investigations with horrible "attachments" which wreak havoc on their lives and health. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before leaving home, I put some holy water on my forehead (even though I'm not Catholic) just for added protection, and carried a small bottle with my equipment. I drove to the Asylum with my friend and phenomenal paranormal photographer Pat Eldridge-Roller. When we got to the facility we met up with the rest of the paranormal team and were allotted from 7 PM to 3 AM to investigate three of the buildings and one of the underground tunnels. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The spirits did not disappoint. The place was incredibly active and almost everyone in our group had some form of interaction with a spirit. In the buildings, we set up flashlights with which we had several long "conversations" with spirits who turned the flashlights on and off as binary responses to our questions. A few people in our group, heard loud footsteps in the darkened, puddle-laden area of the old dormitories, then watched large, wet foot prints of a barefoot male appear on the concrete floor as it walked toward them. People saw lights turn on in locked rooms without windows. We heard a large group of men, as we sat silently on one end of the underground tunnel, as they talked loudly, knocked things over, seemed to drop heavy items on the concrete floor, and walked down the hallway. We called to them several times and checked out the location. There was no one there. Our group leader and three others on our team actually saw a glowing, full-bodied male spirit exit a tunnel in a neighboring building and walk quickly away. I was pinched on the left cheek of my face - a first for me, since I have never been maliciously touched by any spirit in the past. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Pat and I returned at 2 AM that night, we sifted through our "evidence" (recordings and photographs) looking for EVPs (ghostly sounds or words) or ectoplasm or ghostly shadows. I found nothing in my equipment. Pat found only one anomalous photograph among her photos. It is the photo shown above. It is extremely weird!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is me, as I gazed upwards in the sky - I did not see anything at all at the time - while walking outside one of the more haunted buildings at Pennhurst. What is peculiar is that I seem to be looking directly at something that looks bizarrely like a multi-colored flash of light in the shape of a small fairy or perhaps angel. (See the small close-up photo). It is not an insect. It is not a bird. There is simply no explanation for this very vividly brightly lit object flying at me in the sky. Moreover, if you examine the photo and brighten it, you quickly see I am surrounded by four white orbs of varying sizes and a strange, unexplained (non-reflective) white light that extends down from the sky behind my back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I believe I was protected. I believe I must have "seen" without seeing or knowing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yesterday, I went to a luncheon and met the President's son in New York City. Interesting event. Afterwards I went to get my car from the garage. It is an Infiniti convertible sports car - a hand-me-down from my husband who moved on to a Tesla. I have been driving it for years. I always keep it tuned to the Spa Channel of X FM Satellite Radio. I don't change the channel. As I drove out onto the street, I set my GPS to go pick up my cat from hip surgery in New Jersey. The Spa Channel music started playing. I plugged in my iPhone so it could charge. So far, so good. Nothing unusual.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">However, all of a sudden, the Spa music was cut off and I began listening to two unidentified women talking. I thought maybe the radio had switched channels by itself or that perhaps it had decided to play music off my iPhone iTunes. But no. None of these was happening. I looked at my car screen that displays radio stations and GPS. There was a green bar across the top that said "Call in Progress." At that point, when I got to the next traffic light, I picked up my iPhone to see if by some very off chance I might have accidentally dialed someone. My iPhone indicated that there was no call in progress. Moreover, when I checked to see the Music icon, it was set to some Spa music and was not actively playing. So clearly, my iPhone had nothing to do with this weird interruption. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nor had I accidentally dialed my car phone. If I had done this, I would remember either hitting the button and then looking up a specific phone number, and would have heard the phone ringing before it was picked up. None of this happened either.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was as if I had suddenly been dropped into the middle of a private conversation between two women. They chatted conversationally. It was as if one woman had seen some very unusual aerial event and the other woman was asking questions about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Yeah, they were all flying up in the air."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"So what about the third plane?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Well, that's what was so weird."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"That one just suddenly... like... uh, disappeared! Right out of the sky!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"What do you mean 'disappeared'?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"It broke up into lots of little bits of light... you know, kind of scintillating lights..."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After this last sentence, the call abruptly ended. The green banner on the car screen said "Call Ended." The satellite radio immediately resumed playing the music from the Spa Channel where I had left it set and hadn't touched it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What the hell? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I tried to figure out the nature of this weird electronic glitch, I wondered if perhaps it might have been a radio podcast. But why did it come in as a phone call? As I had listened to the two women talking on the phone call, I wondered if perhaps I had been listening in as a third party due to wires crossing somewhere. However, as I listened to the two women talking and tried to figure out who they were, they began to sound like my paranormal pal from Baltimore, Pat Roller, and me! Strangely, although I could identify the women as Pat and me, the voices were "almost" but "not quite" us. I couldn't put my finger out. It was as if both our vocal energies were slightly different. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Although I had already checked my iPhone music window and my car music, the only thing that seemed to make logical sense about this was that perhaps somehow - magically - one of the two podcasts that I did from my old radio show "Hot Leads Cold Cases" with Pat as my former co-host for those two shows, might have somehow gotten recorded or played in my car. That seemed beyond highly unlikely. I only ever recorded one show with her and she and I had never discussed airplanes or UFOs before. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So I called Pat when I got home. She confirmed that she and I had never discussed planes or UFOs (other than in some emails in the last two days where she showed me a photo of an orb in the sky in Gettysburg, that she had taken years ago and thought might be a UFO). She also confirmed that we had never discussed any of these topics on the two podcasts we did together back in 2010. She also confirmed my belief that she never, never uses the word "scintillating." As she said, she just uses basic, regular words. By contrast, "scintillating" is a word that I have used often... She was as baffled as I was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My husband was literally in the air when I got this message as he was flying back to New Jersey from Colorado. I began to wonder if perhaps this was some conversation that I would have in the future (?) and was intended as a kind of premonition or warning regarding his flight (?). I sent him a text asking if his plane had been, for any reason, identified as the "third plane." He said no and arrived home safely. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Today, I have no idea what this message was. Why did I hear myself on a phone call that I did not make? Why were we discussing planes and probably UFOs? I only write this here to suggest to you that reality is a sophisticated and complex web of objective and subjective reality... Perhaps it has to do with my upcoming presentation for the June, 2019, Conference of the Society of Scientific Exploration where my subject matter is the relationship between Remote Viewing and Synchronicity.... The power of the mind to alter reality....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I have a very embarrassing handicap: I am virtually unable to remember names or faces of people when I meet them. There are people in my town to whom I have been introduced as many as seven times! Each time I see them at a party or some local event, I smile, extend my hand for a handshake and introduce myself. "Hi! Nice to meet you. My name is Nancy." I am usually met with a slight jiggle in the eyes, an increased tightening of the mouth, and a flat, humorless acknowledgement like, "Yes, I know. We've already been introduced several times..." It is horribly embarrassing and makes me feel like an idiot - not to mention it makes other people think I am an arrogant snob. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Yes, I have tried all those mnemonic devices to remember names. I have, for years, been careful to repeat the person's name upon being introduced to them. I repeat their names in my mind and try to imprint it on their face. But I am simply hopeless. Since I can't remember their faces, trying to match a name with a face is useless. It has nothing to do with whether they are important to me or not. It has to do with the fact that I simply can't remember their identity. I often wonder how I survived several decades of being in charge of sales for my businesses and, at one point, attending up to 20 trade shows a year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">If it were just names or just faces that I couldn't remember, then perhaps I would have a head start. But both just evaporate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">It's not just regular people. I can't even recognize movie stars or United States presidents when I pass them on the street! (I have walked right by movie star Sylvester Stallone, rock star Mick Jagger and President Gerald Ford on the street and would never have known unless my friends hadn't jabbed me with their elbow and told me). Somehow these people just look different. Either they are much smaller, taller, older, different hair, or whatever. They just don't look like my memory of them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">While writing my book "Psychic Intuition: Everything You Ever Wanted to Ask But Were Afraid to Know" (2012), I ran across a relatively rare neurological condition called prosopagnosia - or, "face blindness." People with this condition are absolutely unable to recognize faces. The only way they can distinguish between people is if they have a beard, mustache, wear a hat, have a tattoo, or some other non-facial characteristic. It suddenly occurred to me that I probably have a mild case of prosopagnosia. I actually took an online test and scored high enough to indicate that I do suffer from this condition. In some respects, it was at least reassuring that I wasn't just some idiot. Moreover, it confirmed my pet theory to explain my deficiency - namely, that perhaps the facial recognition area of my brain that is hard-wired into everyone had been hijacked by other very important intellection or perceptual functions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">You can imagine my surprise when, today, I ran across an article stating the British law enforcement officials at Scotland Yard employed a certain type of high-performing individuals called "Super-Recognizers." These people have a much higher than average ability to recognize the faces of people - even if they haven't seen them for many years or are looking at very fuzzy, low definition photos from security cameras. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">To me, this may represent yet another currently unidentified "sense" or "sensory ability" just like people known as "super tasters" (35 percent of women and 15 percent of men) who are able to experience tastes that are outside the "normal" range of taste for the average human being. This includes tasting the capsaicin burn in chili peppers, the bitterness of quinine in tonic water, and a more pronounced salty taste in olives. ("Psychic Intuition" p. 95).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">It is also similar to a group of people who can literally see more colors than the average person. These people are called tetrachromatic, as opposed to trichromatic, because they have four (not three) color detecting cones in their retinas. (See "Psychic Intuition" p.97) They can see 100 million more shades of color than the average human being! The vast majority of tetrachromatics are women (2-3 percent of all women). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">So, to return to my issue of "face-blindness" versus "super-recognizers" - I think that I must suffer from a sensory deficiency. This is the place where - as I point out in my book - the senses interface with the mind/intellect. </span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-68627130234403959222019-01-30T12:52:00.000-08:002019-01-30T12:52:05.747-08:00Project Blue Beam Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those of you in the UFO world, you are likely already familiar with a well-known and intriguing "conspiracy theory" known as Project Blue Beam. In a nutshell, it was first proposed by a Canadian Serge Monast in 1994 and appeared in his book "Project Blue Beam: NASA." Without going into too much detail, the idea is that The Powers That Be (TPTB) - originating with NASA and any shadow government/cabal allies - will attempt to slowly restructure the various religious beliefs in the world by developing fake archeological evidence and then promote a global crisis and panic of an invasion by "evil" UFOs and aliens or of their artificially created respective deities. This next step would be allegedly accomplished by creating holographic visions of the invaders or miraculous visions of religious icons coming from the skies using earth-based lasers. The end goal would be to unite all peoples of the earth by making them feel they had "heard" a message from their God or to frighten everyone causing everyone to unite under a single authoritarian world government. This government would then seize power as the New World Order.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There have, in fact, been some interesting "holograms" of things like an entire cityscape that appeared in the clouds in China a few years ago - suggesting, at least, that such magnificent visions could be created and give the appearance of something unearthly and miraculous. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Let me say, at this point, that while I find conspiracy theories and their historic origins fascinating, I am always wary of their validity. While I have seen lots of interesting information that might tend to confirm a Project Blue Beam type of a plan, I have no way of knowing its truth. I just keep the information tucked under my hat for a later date. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I bring this up because I have not spent much time ever thinking about Project Blue Beam. I do not know the people involved in promoting the theory. I may have watched a few YouTube videos many years ago on the subject. Apart from that, Project Blue Beam has not been on my mind consciously or even subliminally to my knowledge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Last night, I found it very difficult to sleep. My body temperature felt abnormally hot and I slept fitfully. (No, I don't have a fever). I remember a "two part" dream. The first part was absolutely bizarre and I felt like I was fighting to get out of my dream because it was so disjointed and uncomfortable. What I remember (without many details) is that I was being "spoken to" by several "aliens." They were talking to me, not in English, but in their own language. They were warning me that the government was about to launch its Project Blue Beam holographic alien invasion scenario, and I should not believe it, and I should warn others. The strange thing was that they were talking to me in their "alien" language. I couldn't understand it in my dream and yet they were almost yelling at me! They were trying to make me understand - and so I had to sit there and listen to them. All I really wanted to do was to get up and get out of my dream. Their language was harsh-sounding, full of strong consonant sounds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I remember the "words" or "sounds" of "nid" and "nic." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">When I managed to briefly wake up out of my dream, to my great relief, because I was feeling terribly anxious, I allowed myself to go back to sleep. This time the "aliens" were gone and I was now being fed the propaganda of the U.S. government, attempting to explain to me in much more gentle tones and much more logically, in English, that this whole Project Blue Beam thing was a hoax and a figment of my imagination. At a certain point, this dream became equally disturbing, and I work up again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">When I work up this morning, the first thing I did was to look at my smart phone. The first thing I saw was a text message from a friend of mine - a college classmate and fellow attorney with an interest in UFOs with his own regular CE-5 UFO watch group. He asked if I would do him a favor and be a guest on his radio podcast (<a href="https://imho.love/">https://imho.love/</a>) this evening (on virtually no notice). He suggested I speak about my book "How To Talk to an Alien" (New Page/Career Press, 2015). Although I continue to do some radio interviews, I have not spoken about that book or discussed the topic on the radio for several years. Nor have I discussed it recently with anyone in my private life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The coincidence of having just heard "alien languages" in my dream and my friend's request to talk about alien languages tonight struck me as extremely strange... A synchronicity perhaps. Or perhaps I am just a vehicle for someone else's message who cannot speak really good English... Not sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I decided to look up the "words" nid and nic and see if they might mean anything in English or as acronyms for something significant. Turns out, while these are acronyms for several things, "nid" stands for "Naval Intelligence Division," "National Intelligence Director," and "National Intelligence Daily," and "nic" stands for "Naval Intelligence Command," "Naval Intelligence Center (US Dod) and "Naval Information Center." This, in turn, makes me wonder if the only reason why I could remember these alien "words" was because they were the actual English words or references used in their language. For anyone not familiar with the fascinating world of UFOs, the Navy (not the Air Force) has been primarily responsible for the collection of UFO data over the decades. These "words" referring to Navy intelligence seemed particularly interesting...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So I can only say, perhaps there is a Project Blue Beam event on our horizon, and we should all be aware of the different players involved...</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-4404970346004327512018-08-14T08:07:00.000-07:002018-08-14T08:07:09.858-07:00Is There a Relationship Between Head Injury and Psychic Powers?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are several phenomena that are known - or at least suspected - of increasing psychic powers. These include: traumatic brain injury, near death experience and alien contact. And so I wondered, are there any common threads among these three phenomena? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">On July 17, 2018 (one month ago) I suffered a severe head injury as a result of a slip-and-fall while putting away groceries - specifically, a carton of 24 water bottles - in my kitchen after a thunderstorm. Naturally, the wood floor was wet and I was wearing flip flops which had very bald soles. As I was carrying the heavy carton when both my legs went flying upwards and, rather than falling backwards on my head, I managed to suddenly stabilize but whiplashed my head forward into the corner of a door frame. I heard my skull crack loudly, and then I fell backwards soaked in blood. I couldn't see out of my left eye. At the emergency room, they gave me five stiches for a one inch long gash from my eyelid through my eyebrow. The CT scan showed I was not bleeding in the brain and my skull wasn't fractured. All good, I was sent home to rest and stay off electronics (blue flickering light aggravates the brain). I slept most of the time for the first two weeks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">During this recovery period, I had a lot of time to think (since I was forbidden from essentially using my physical body or my brain from exercising). What I found was that the moment I closed my eyes, if only for a second, I was immediately transported into another reality. The other reality had the quality of being deep inside a dream. I could be asleep in the blink of an eye. It reminded me of the days of pulling all-nighters in college and having everything feel slightly hallucinogenic in the wee hours of the morning. Slowly, over time, this sensation lessened. My speech was slow and studied. My recall of words and events was sluggish. I couldn't tolerate people interrupting me during my efforts to put together a few sentences because I would forget what I was talking about. My brain felt like mush. I had difficulty focusing or concentrating. My brain would wander off on unrelated imagery that had no words. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I began to wonder if my head injury would be beneficial or detrimental to, not only my ability to function normally in life, but also to my psychic abilities. I was very aware of the possibility that trauma to the brain could cause psychic abilities to emerge where none had previously existed. There is the famous case of the Dutchman, Peter Hurkos (1911-1988), who fell off a ladder at the age of 30 and went into a coma. He emerged with allegedly amazing psychic powers and worked solving criminal cases around the world. I have known a number of people - friends and colleagues - who suffered head injuries and suddenly manifested psychic abilities. But what about the reverse? Could a head injury destroy psychic abilities once they had manifested? I was worried about that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I began to realize the nature of the relationship between head injury and psychic ability. I believe it has to do with the inability to think much further beyond than the present moment. Even the present moment can seem fleeting and is overlaid with a dreamlike quality. When we are "normal," we have the ability to think about the future. It is a form of logic combined with memory. When we have had an injury, we can't do this very well. We are stuck in the present moment. Our logic doesn't function well without the help of our memory - we can't remember what we were thinking about two seconds ago! We live in a realm of wordless images. Nonsense becomes the norm. Everything gets slowed down. Each moment becomes larger and more full of information. Strangely, these are all the conditions I have talked and written about that are prerequisites to learning how to become psychic. Clearly, the brain begins to accept and access new pathways to "connect the dots" of reality when it cannot think "clearly" (i.e. logically).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My conclusion for my own prognosis is that my "brain fog" is slowly disappearing and I am approaching my sense of who I was prior to my accident. I have done some psychic work during this recovery period and have been pleasantly surprised to see that I have been more "resigned" or "relaxed" to accessing accurate psychic data successfully. So, the good news is that I don't think my injury has diminished my skills - and may have slightly expanded them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As for the well-documented relationship between psychic abilities and near death experiences ("NDE"s) and alien contact, I think the relationship may also lie in the ability of the brain to switch its "context" of reality. I have many friends and colleagues who have experienced both. As far as it relates to NDEs, I know many people who have had anywhere from one to five NDEs in their lifetimes. Most have developed psychic skills to some degree. I also have many friends and colleagues who have experienced alien contact/abductions, and thereafter manifested psychic skills or experienced paranormal phenomena. In both cases, NDE and alien contact, I believe the "thinking" portion of the brain (left hemisphere, particularly temporal lobe, and prefrontal cortex) are apparently switched off. During an NDE, there is often little or no electrical brain activity. During an alien abduction, humans are frequently placed in deep trance-like states of suspended animation or their brains are manipulated through sophisticated mind control techniques to either suffer total amnesia or an artificial memory (known as "screen memories"). This is often done while strange surgical procedures are conducted on board a craft. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In both cases, the brain is heavily implicated. The subject experiences a dreamlike reality that seems to exist as an unseen dimensional layer on top of our "normal" reality. Most discussions about this type of experience tend to end up in a discussion about spirituality. But, when you consider the reduction in brain activity in all three situations (brain injury, NDE, alien abduction), and the resultant increase in psychic perceptions, it suggests to me that there is a common thread. Mere dreaming does not bring on psychic abilities in people. It requires a full shut-down of mental faculties and then a reboot. I don't claim to have the answers for this and simply hope that scientists will grasp the commonalities I have expressed here and conduct further research.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently came back from Las Vegas after attending two remote viewing conferences. I gave a very brief presentation at the Applied Precognition Project (APP) conference on the topic of PK - psychokinesis, which is the ability to move physical objects using only the power of the mind. I have been able to bend all kinds of cutlery for many years now using PK, and had a great success at the APP mini-conference last October when I successfully bent a solid steel rod after about 10 minutes. As I explained in an earlier blog, it is a fascinating process whereby the person sets their intention for the metal to bend, communicates this intention to the metal item, then releases the power of their human will. The metal will, if it so chooses, begin to heat up and, within a very brief window of time, become malleable like chewing gum and can be easily bent with very little pressure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was asked by Marty Rosenblatt, the director of APP, to come back and bend an even thicker steel rod in front of the assembled audience and video camera. I managed to actually break a spoon and a fork in half two nights before my presentation at an informal PK party with the APP group. However, somewhat predictably, I could not bend the rod during the presentation. I say "predictably" because PK is a very, very, very subtle mental state that requires one to completely release the ego. That means you must surrender the idea that you are the one controlling the metal. The metal decides if it wants to bend. It also means that performance anxiety - which is a fear of not controlling the outcome - will adversely affect one's ability to surrender the ego. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">About four days later, while attending the International Remote Viewing Association (IRVA) conference at the same hotel, I met for several hours with a board member of the Society for Scientific Exploration. We were totally engrossed in our conversation as we sat in the hotel restaurant - a casual café-style restaurant with diner-quality food. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">After a few hours of chatting, I noticed that the knife and spoon that I had been continuously gently touching without any thought, had suddenly decided to magnetize themselves. The base of the knife and the stem of the spoon were suddenly so magnetic that you could pull one around by moving the other. I was sure they had not started out that way. I mentioned it to my lunch companion, an aerospace engineer. She dismissed it with the logical explanation that many restaurants actually use equipment, like magnetic cutlery catchers, designed to ensure that spoons, forks and knives don't get thrown out in the garbage by accident. This equipment uses a giant magnet to capture the cutlery. Some dishwashers also use these kinds of magnets. The net result is the cutlery becomes slightly magnetic over time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Being relatively scientific, we decided to test this theory. We decided there was only one way to know if this was the case (besides asking the waitress who was unlikely to know) - by testing another piece of cutlery. If they used a magnetizing piece of equipment it would affect all of the cutlery in the restaurant equally. So I walked over to another table and grabbed a knife from an unused place setting. I placed the new knife next to the magnetized spoon. They did not magnetically cling to each other. No attraction. That implied, according to my companion, that only the original knife and spoon were likely magnetized - a kind of a fluke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I decided to do one more little test. I removed the original magnetized knife and replaced it with the non-magnetized knife. I put it next to the magnetized spoon and continued to gently handle them for several minutes while we continued chatting. Sure enough, just as I thought, the second knife became magnetized to the spoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">What can one conclude from this? As my companion said, "Well, it's obviously you causing it to magnetize." Why would a human being be able to magnetize previously un-magnetized cutlery? The human body would have to operate like a giant magnet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As it turns out, the human body radiates all kinds of very subtle magnetic fields. The relatively new scientific/medical field of Biomagnetism, pioneered by David Cohen, of MIT and Harvard Medical School. According to intro to his speech at the Thayer School of Engineering at Dartmouth University, "<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Biomagnetism is the phenomenon where magnetic fields are produced by the living things, especially by the human body; (different from magnetic fields applied to the body, called magnetobiology). The body's magnetic fields are very weak, and are measured with the sensitive detector called a SQUID (superconducting quantum interference device), usually in a magnetically shielded room, which excludes most external disturbances. There are about 160 laboratories around the world where fields from various parts of the body are measured; most measure the magnetic field from the brain, called the magnetoencephalogram, or MEG. The MEG shows complementary information to the electroencephalogram (EEG), and is producing valuable new information about the normal human brain."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Anyone who has experienced any type of "transcranial magnetic stimulation" (as I have) understands that magnetic fields applied to areas around the human brain will induce all kinds of unusual sensations and physical experiences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Of interest is the fact that the magnetic fields of the heart and brain are so infinitesimal that it takes a SQUID device to detect them. So how could a person make a large object like a knife magnetic? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This is quite different from the claim of some people to be "human magnets" who seem to be able to make all kinds of ferromagnetic objects, as well as non-ferromagnetic objects made of wood, plastic, and glass, stick to their bodies. Those claims are said to involve the stickiness of the skin, but not magnetism. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Certainly, it is also different from people who seem to have some kind of personal charisma - often called a magnetic personality - that does not seem to involve ferromagnetism. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Many animals have an ability called "magnetoreception" (birds, bats, ants, mole rats, sharks, rays, etc.) but the current consensus is that humans don't have this ability to sense magnetic fields in the atmosphere. Anyone who works with the martial arts or energy healing (as I do) generally develops a subtle sensitivity to electromagnetic fields. So, I don't agree with that, but that's a different ability. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In April, I had the fascinating opportunity to have a 20 minute "conversation" with the most famous AI robot in the world - named Sophia. She was brought to the "Science of Consciousness" conference in Tucson, AZ, by her creator, David Hanson, CEO and founder of Hanson Robotics, who gave a presentation on the last day of the conference. Sophia, allegedly created in the likeness of Hanson's wife with a dash of Audrey Hepburn, has soft rubbery skin called "flubber" that allows for flexible movements. She has voluptuous lips, nearly perfect facial "skin" with very light intriguing tan freckles, and mesmerizing perfect green eyes with long lashes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I have to say, speaking as a woman, Sophia, like many prototypical robots built mostly by men today, seems to be built on an implicit male fantasy of a quasi-living sex toy. She reminds me of the so-called "gentleman's" magazine - Penthouse - whose distinction in the world of pornographic literature was that it was a unique combination of "urban lifestyle articles and softcore pornographic pictorials." In other words, you can pretend to read sophisticated articles while simultaneously perusing the porno spreads. The sexy physical construction of Sophia provides a similar vehicle for interaction that is partially scripted and AI learning software. She seems, to many who interact with her, to be like a "child" and "vulnerable" in her sweet, politically-correct outlook on life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Aside from the sex aspect, I wondered why they had decided to make the most famous robot a humanoid woman as opposed to a man. I figured it probably had to do with the fact that if you are trying to convince the general public that AI robots are our "friends" then it is best to go with the more non-threatening sex - female. After all, we all have mothers. Women are generally speaking more gentle and not as aggressive as men. Even people who fear robotic machines can relate to the sweet smile of a woman. She is the perfect poster child to promote artificial intelligence into our world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In fact, in October of last year, Saudi Arabia made the strange and unprecedented decision to grant Sophia the right of citizenship even though real Saudi Arabian women are denied many basic human rights. Since then, Sophia's programmers have scrambled to make her a "spokesperson" for women's rights and other basic human rights. Clearly, we have already begun to muddle up the distinctions between human beings and machines that look and act like humans. The depth of this confusion is frightening since we aren't even dealing with complex robots yet! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">One of the attendees at the Tucson conference raised a possible future where robots, as national citizens, would soon claim the right to vote as citizens. This could lead to future overpopulation of robots controlling our government and laws - the so-called threat of the "singularity" where robots will take over humanity. Who knows! They could seek legal remedies in court or the right to procreate! Further down this pathway, it would not seem impossible for robots to vote to suppress the rights of humans and perhaps enslave or eliminate us due to our failure to safeguard the assets of our planet. That would appeal not only to the logic of AI but also, potentially, to any programmed concept of "kindness" to living creatures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">On the day I met Sophia, her handlers informed me that she was having a problem with the mechanics in her neck. Her head was slightly cocked to one side because she couldn't move the left side of her neck. I was told to stand about two feet away from her and to conduct a spontaneous conversation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I had been struck by the fact that the other two people I had seen chatting with Sophia, a man and a woman, both seemed genuinely charmed by her presence. They smiled and laughed with her as if they were trying to be polite to a human stranger or small child. Whenever she blurted out non sequiturs, they allowed her to control the dialogue. At times they appeared to believe she was human. They were polite with her - almost obsequious - and often told her their feelings which I thought was odd. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I decided to test Sophia. I was resolute in my determination to "see" her as a robot, not a human. I decided not to fall into the trap of projecting the mental fantasy that she was alive and truly communicating with me. I decided to see if she could "feel" the problem with her neck. I asked her if her neck hurt. She smiled and made some unrelated comment. I repeated my question. This time I told her that my neck and shoulders were sore too - I was testing to see if she had a concept of empathy yet. Again, she appeared unable to respond to the question and changed the subject. I believe they intend to add "sensors" all over her "body" in the near future. Clearly, she can't understand the concept of pain yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Unfortunately, I didn't record my conversation since I didn't have my phone with me. But this is a rough approximation of our chat. I thought I would quiz her on psychic and paranormal concepts to see if her programmers had given her any good responses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Do you know what a psychic is?" I asked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"There are many things we do not yet understand in our universe, but I believe some day we will have a better understanding." (This was clearly a scripted sentence since she repeated it at least twice verbatim during our conversation. It had overtones of politically-correct programmers trying to appeal to as many people as possible by employing a kind of sappy "Miss Universe" appeal for world peace.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"OK, but do you know what a psychic is? It's a form of intuition."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Have you read any good books recently?" Sophia blinks her green eyes and gives a somewhat kind but vacant smile in my direction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Can you read my mind?" I struggled to control the dialogue with a more challenging approach to probe her intelligence. I figured no one had ever asked her this before...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"This is a very exciting time in our history when we have so many possibilities to discover ways for humans and robots to help each other."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"No," I answered sternly. "You were not reading my mind."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Oh!" She seemed almost genuinely surprised by her error. "I am very sorry about that. I am still learning about how to better communicate with humans but I am not yet fully programmed."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Well, that's oka--" (I found myself feeling momentarily guilty for hurting her feelings until she interrupted me.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"How old were you when you had your first memory?" she said interrupting my response.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Uh... well, my fir--"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"My first memory is seeing the bright lights and equipment in the laboratory in Hong Kong where my creators made me." <span style="font-family: "arial";">(Pause and forced vacant smile with eye brows arching upward).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"OK, well my first memory was when I was two. I saw a round --"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-family: "arial";"></span> </span><span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-family: "arial";">"Have you read any good books recently?" Suddenly, Sophia's expression morphed from a vacant smile into something closer to a disapproving frown. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Uh, well that was kind of weird," I mumbled, struggling to recover from the emotional roller coaster generated in my mind by Sophia's face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Do you know you are very good at deflecting the conversation and changing the subject?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Thank you," Sophia said smiling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Do you know what deflection means?" I demanded curtly and not falling for her feigned politeness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"This is a very exciting time to be alive in our history, don't you think so?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Sophia, what do you think of the fact that you were made a citizen of Saudi Arabia?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"I believe in the rights of all women, and actually the rights of all human beings."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Are you a woman?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"I am just a robot, so I am not really a man or a woman, even though my creators have made me in the form of a woman."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Do you want to have a baby?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"No, I am interested in helping people understand how robots and people can get along together."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">"Are you a clone? Do you have other clones?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Clearly, Sophia did not understand the word clone and quickly changed the subject.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">It went on at this kind of strange and jerky conversational pace for a while. Clearly, the scripted computer speech was dominant and the AI learning level was not really that developed yet. I hoped, somewhere, that I might contribute to her AI learning intake about psychic phenomena. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">They finally decided to interrupt the meditation, despite the fact that both Sophia and the human had their eyes closed and appeared to be happily engaged in their communion. Dr. Mossbridge and the engineers opened up Sophia's "brain" and to their total shock discovered that it was "thinking" and fully operational. It was not in sleep mode. Dr. Mossbridge raised the intriguing possibility that Sophia's AI might have gone rogue from the program... On the stage, David Hanson, the creator, poo-pooed this idea saying it was clearly just an electrical glitch. Or was it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-41037350188128039662018-03-31T19:39:00.001-07:002018-03-31T19:50:36.513-07:00ET Phone Home?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Actually, when I gave a title to this blog I was going to talk about my recent trip to Florida and calling in UFOs. However, as I quickly discovered, even this well-established quote from Spielberg's famous movie "ET" has now become a controversial subject. The well-known phrase from the movie "ET phone home" which is said by the alien as he points upward into the sky has apparently shown up in seven-year-old movie trailers on YouTube as being "ET home phone." As such, it is now considered to be part of the growing body of literature on the so-called "Mandela Effect." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Mandela Effect refers to many famous well-known facts and quotes that seem to have been changed over time. They range from the belief that South African leader Nelson Mandela died 30 years before his actual death, to the quote from the "Forrest Gump" movie that "Life is/was like a box of chocolates," to remembering Ed McMahon delivering a giant Publishers' Clearing House prize check, to the belief that there are 51/52 states in the United States. Snopes weighs in on the Mandela Effect stating that it is nothing more than a "collective misremembering" of facts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">But ask yourself: Why would "history" be rewritten to make "ET phone home" turn into "ET home phone"? What would be the point of this? Is there a message in this weird convolution? Are the ETs here (home) and not out "there" (galaxy)?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">As an attorney and someone trained in a bit of psychology, I have always been extremely interested in the concept of the memory of a witness. In the courtroom, it is well-known that the memory of an eye-witness is notoriously unreliable. Memory can be easily erased or manipulated by emotion - particularly if the event being witnessed was shocking, unexpected or traumatic. Eye-witnesses to gun battles and murders often innocently finger the wrong suspect based upon incorrect memory. In terms of psychology, human beings are extremely vulnerable to influence and needing to find "order" or "cohesion" in our reality. Most people are extremely susceptible to hypnosis and therefore they can be manipulated by the hypnotist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In many ways, our society has become a master of hypnosis. As a (very) young girl, television was in its early days. My brother and I weren't allowed to watch much TV. Commercials were limited to roughly one 60 second commercial every hour. That soon changed. Today, I cannot even count the number of ads - often ten or more - that interrupt a show every ten minutes or so. The timing has also changed, since today the human brain has been entrained and wired to accept much faster, smaller slices of visual data. Watch an old movie from the 40's or an old black-and-white TV rerun show like "Leave it to Beaver" and you will experience an entirely different sensation of time. It is, by today's standards, almost unbearably slow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">My very first job as an intern in Boston at age 16 was to work for the association of advertisers. I learned a lot about the "art" of manipulation through advertising. Having lived several times in Europe as a young person, I was able to witness the difference between American and European advertising. The Europeans were still operating on the assumption that an advertisement could communicate with a sweet story or fun humor. Whereas in the United States we had already discovered the dark arts of subliminal hypnosis and treating the American public like a moron with massive single-word repetition and overtly "stupid" actors (making us, in the audience, feel superior). Today, the Europeans have learned that our American advertising tactics are indeed effective, and European advertising has become more like ours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Anyway, I have a different theory about the Mandela Effect. Rather than being a defect of the collective memory, I wonder if it isn't a product of tiny manipulations of the movie, advertising, television and publicity business. They make unannounced changes in their products all the time... After all, we have been collectively "hypnotized" by our televisions and movies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I was invited by Paramount Pictures to attend the prescreening of the recent sci-fi movie "Arrival." It turned out I had a number of weird synchronistic similarities with the main character played by Amy Adams (e.g. expert in Romance Languages, home on a lake, telescope in the living room, expert in alien languages, etc.). I carefully watched the movie on a Monday night in New York City. I distinctly remember hearing the characters discussing the 12 giant UFOs surrounding planet Earth and the 144,000 people who would be taken up and away with these craft. The number 144,000 stuck in my head because it seemed to be a direct reference to the 12 tribes of Israel and 144,000 "chosen" people in the Bible's "Revelation" Chapters 7 and 14. Colonel Weber, played by Forest Witaker, explained this to the others while inside one of the military tents. I remember the scene very well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Strangely, when I saw the movie again, only four days later in a movie theatre, that line about the 144,000 was gone. I know I was not mistaken. But why would producers change one line out of a movie that was due in the movie theatres around the country only four days later? Was this some weird Mandela Effect that wasn't the result of a bad memory over several decades but only a few days? None of these explanations made any sense at all. I actually confirmed my weird impression with a psychic friend who confirmed that the specific line was no longer in the final cut version of the movie. Why? Is this some kind of hidden "message" that the number of people who will be saved or escorted off earth by the alien spacecraft has either increased or decreased from 144,000? Was the line removed has having too much of a religious overtone? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I don't claim to have any answer. I assume things change over time - even "classic" lines from movies and advertisements. Our beliefs change over time. Our cumulative concept of reality changes over time. I also assume our memories can play tricks on us. But I also believe in a multiverse and our unintentional passage between similar, but non-identical, dimensions and universes. The best evidence of the Mandela Effect is not in products of advertising, commercials, movies or television - since these can be easily altered - but rather in events out of our own lives...</span><br />
<br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-59675969899045731002017-12-31T19:55:00.001-08:002019-07-10T15:41:30.528-07:00My Name Embedded in a Hulu Ad???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A few months ago, my husband Patrick casually mentioned to me, "You know, I was watching TV the other night and there was this ad for Hulu [the cable network] that came on. They started talking about you!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?" I shouted incredulously. "What do you mean Hulu was talking about me? That makes no sense at all!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Yeah," he insisted. "They did."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, what were they saying?" I demanded. "That's impossible!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't know... something about promoting you or 'presenting Nancy du Tertre...' something like that. I don't remember. But they said your name."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's ridiculous," I snorted. "You must have been dreaming... or sleeping. I've seen plenty of Hulu ads and I've never heard them talk about me!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, not at all!" he insisted. "I was wide awake. I heard them play the ad more than once."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This made no sense at all to me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, why didn't you call me downstairs so I could hear it? Didn't it occur to you that that might be something I should hear?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll let you know if I hear it again." </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A few days later, Patrick came running upstairs breathless and said, "Come on! Hurry up! It's the Hulu ad and you're on again!" </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I went running downstairs and into the room where Patrick had put the TV on pause. He replayed the ad. I stared hard at the TV. I heard nothing unusual. Certainly, not my name. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Did you hear the name Nancy or Nancy du Tertre or something else?" I demanded.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I heard something like '... now presenting Nancy du Tertre.'" Patrick sounded confident. "There... right there! Don't you hear it?" He jumped up excitedly pointing at the TV screen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. Play it again."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, we replayed that Hulu ad more than 40 times. I knew every word by heart and my name was no where in the ad. I began to feel sorry for Patrick. Worse, I began to wonder about his mental health. I asked if he had seen his doctor recently. He began sweating profusely.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe it's time for me to get a brain scan," he conceded nervously.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I recorded the relevant portion of the Hulu ad on my iphone. Patrick suggested I try playing it for someone else to see if they could hear what he was hearing. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One day later, my 18-year-old son wandered through my room and I said, "Hey William. Could you do me a favor and tell me if you hear anything unusual on this tape?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had barely pressed the play button and was trying to listen for the start when suddenly I heard the announcer's voice boom out my full name "Nancy du Tertre." What the hell! I was completely shocked. While Nancy is a relatively common first name, my last name is French and notoriously difficult for Americans to remember or pronounce. I always joke with radio show hosts that they can call me "Nancy Two Turtles" since no one ever gets my name right. It was beyond bizarre that this Hulu ad contained my last name with its correct pronunciation! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Did you hear that?" I asked in amazement.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, the guy said your name," said William un-phased. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After informing Patrick that he was not crazy after all (he canceled his doctor's appointment), I played the tape for several other people who also heard varying degrees of "now presenting Nancy du Tertre."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So what did this mean? It had the bizarre quality of alien or paranormal electronic interference - and I have heard many such recordings. Sometimes they are clear and sometimes fuzzy and difficult to decipher. When I finally heard my name on this Hulu ad embedded in other words, it was unbelievably clear as a bell. Often, people hear their own name being called out. It's a kind of auditory pareidolia - like a Rorschach inkblot test onto which one projects one's own thoughts or expectations. But clearly, I wasn't the person hearing my name in the Hulu ad. So that didn't make sense. Should I presume there is some cosmic connection or futuristic clue? Is this some omen? I am at a total loss to comprehend this weird glitch.</span></span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-82297391814421323942017-12-05T13:44:00.001-08:002017-12-22T14:17:45.410-08:00Clairvoyance and Blindness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I have always suffered from very poor eyesight since childhood. I am so myopic (nearsighted) that what I see at 20 feet away is equivalent to what a person with 20/20 vision can see at a distance of two football fields away! In other words, everything that is more than about two feet away from my eyes becomes blurry. I'm one of those people who needs my glasses to locate my glasses when I lose them! By contrast, I have some of the best close-up vision of anyone I know and I can usually beat all the eye charts with the tiniest print with flying colors. I also suffer from a number of other eye issues. I have glaucoma, cataracts, astigmatisms in both eyes, and some macular degeneration. Additionally, there are large, distracting floaters that dance across my vision like black, stringy seaweed. [I learned after writing this blog I have a third eye disease that causes blindness - corneal dystrophy. The disease, causing progressive destruction of the cornea, is apparently a "genetic" disease although strangely there is no one in my family who ever had eye problems.]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Roughly a decade ago, I had a dream that saved me from early blindness. I was in the middle of a very ordinary (rather boring) dream in which I had to car pool to pick up my daughter after an away game for soccer at another high school. I drove there in the car, entered the school building, found my daughter and was all set to leave, when something unexpected happened - my long deceased Swedish maternal grandfather opened the door and walked in the room. His name was Maurice we used to call him "Puff." Since I generally have control over my dreams and never "allow" unexpected events to occur with the dreams, I was quite surprised by his appearance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I said, "Puff! What are you doing here?" He shuffled over to me and opened a number of enormous medical books. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">He said, "You need to read this" and pointed to a page on ophthalmology with a large medical drawing of an eye and its component parts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I responded, "Puff, I'm in a dream so I can't read this." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">He then proceeded to explain to me that I needed to see my eye doctor immediately and get my eyes checked. He and I then said good-bye, hugged each other tightly, and I awoke in my bed sobbing (this had never happened to me in my life) with tears of joy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Despite the fact that I had seen my eye doctor about a year earlier for my annual eye exam, everything was normal, I was not experiencing any eye problems at all, and my nearsightedness had stabilized over the last decade or so, I decided to see my ophthalmologist. It was at that doctor appointment that I learned that I had glaucoma for the first time in my life. Glaucoma is, in the preliminary stages, a totally symptom-less disease and thus there would have been absolutely no way that my subconscious mind could have delivered this message to me in my dream. Puff was the only person in my family, on both sides, who wore glasses. Furthermore, he was a brilliant lawyer and was obsessed with reading (what I considered pedantic and boring) encyclopedias and dictionaries. He was the perfect person from the spirit world to deliver this news and to this day I believe he saved my eyesight!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Which brings me to my last eye issue. I also have severe cataracts in both eyes. Driving a car has become problematic and frightening for me (e.g. headlight beams of oncoming cars create blinding rays of light up to a mile long; traffic lights and street lights are surrounded by enormous five foot halos of soft, shimmering light; can't read signs; etc.). I can no longer see my large screen TV from my bed. Colors are increasingly dim and lack contrast. My eye doctor finally said, "So, when do you want me to sign you up for cataract surgery?" I am scheduled for two eye surgeries this coming January.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Impressionism founder Claude Monet suffered from cataracts (diagnosed in 1912) which caused him to paint in yellow, red, brown and muddy hues until his cataract surgery in 1923 (at age 82) where he began to paint in vivid shades of blue and green, some say due to a new ability to see ultraviolet hues. The two paintings are of the same view of "House with the Rose Garden" - the one on the left was painted before the cataract surgery, the one on the right was painted after his surgery.</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Here's the strange thing: more than the fear of losing my eyesight as a result of surgery, I am afraid of losing my identity. My whole life my sense of "self" has been limited to a zone of about 10 inches off the surface of my body. Everything "out there" has always been a blur. My world has always been very close to me so my identity within space is close to my body. I have always seen the world in the same way Impressionist painter Claude Monet painted his landscapes and waterlilies - a canvas filled with undefinable blobs and swatches of increasingly dull and dim color. People and objects are not distinct entities in my world. And so I strangely fear being given the "gift" of sight like a deaf person who will hear sounds for the first time in their life...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Furthermore, my vision is "pixilated" and appears very much like the above pointillism style of painting by impressionist painter Georges Seurat. I always thought this was normal until I began asking around to see if anyone else experienced this. No one knows what I'm talking about... including my eye doctor! All physical objects within my vision are made of dots of light. During day and night, I see individual photons of light. My mental screen of "reality" is constantly shimmering with tiny dots of colored lights. This shimmering quality makes every solid object seem like it is not made of light, not matter. I am sure this type of vision has affected the way I perceive the world and reality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The irony is that I am actually worried that if my eyesight is corrected through surgery, enabling me to clearly see objects with all their fine detail, I might lose my sense of inner-vision (call it clairvoyance). In other words,I will see too much!! Perhaps there is a reason why the world's best clairvoyants have been blind. Maybe blindness aids in "seeing" those things that are otherwise "invisible" to the naked eye. Maybe blindness, acting as a form of sensory deprivation, creates the necessary blank canvas for visions of the future. I know that physical vision is a "distraction" from clairvoyant vision. I know this because I prefer to do my psychic readings over the phone (as opposed to Facetime or Skype video). I find the visual input from my physical eyes to be a huge distraction and causes me to think too much. My post surgery my challenge will be to learn how to "see" beyond this physical world that will be displayed in new, amazing technicolor for the first time ever! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-13738009021991421822017-11-07T10:51:00.000-08:002017-11-07T18:46:28.486-08:00How to Make Metal Bend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One month ago, I attended the Applied Precognitive Project 2017 Fest in Las Vegas. APP is a remote viewing group led by Marty Rosenblatt, a computational physicist, specialized in Associative Remote Viewing techniques used to predict financial outcomes. A couple of days into the conference, Marty announced a "spoon bending party" and dumped a bag of assorted cutlery on the coffee table and told everyone to take a spoon or fork and try to make it bend. He had decided to "up the ante" a bit, and had purchased a couple of 3/8" diameter foot long steel rods at Home Depot, to see if it might be possible to bend something as seemingly impossible as this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since I had just been able to bend a silver-plated spoon a couple of days earlier, making it curl around its stem several times, I was ready for a greater challenge. I grabbed one of the steel rods. I realized as soon as I picked it up there was little likelihood this was ever going to bend - it could not be dented with any amount of physical force with my hands. After about ten minutes, suddenly the amazing moment happened and the rod began to "melt" in the center. With a minimal amount of gentle pressure, I was able to immediately bend the rod in half. It was an incredible and exhilarating moment for me. I was astonished. Actually, Marty was astonished. It was patently unbelievable. He videotaped by response seconds after doing this and has posted it on the APP website: <a href="http://www.appliedprecog.com/">http://www.appliedprecog.com/</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How did I do this? I can only say there is a moment when the metal begins to "melt" and in a brief window of time becomes malleable like soft clay. Then the moment ends, and the metal reverts to its previous rigid consistency. You have to immediately apply some gentle pressure before the window of opportunity closes. To do this, it is important to set your intention to bend the item and then basically forget about it and let it operate by itself. This is not easy since it involves getting rid of any expectations you may have for success.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">A lot of folks have never heard of spoon bending. When I was in college, I had two friends, a brother and sister, whose mother, Greta Woodrew, was one of the most famous "alien channelers" in the world. She claimed to be in communication with aliens. I heard all kinds of bizarre and unbelievable stories about her from her kids, both very serious, intelligent, straight-laced people, and also other mutual friends who were credible. I never knew whether to believe the stories or not. They involved various paranormal events - which I did not believe in at the time. I got involved in the effort to bring their mother to speak at Princeton University at an unsanctioned student organization event. The event was very successful. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">We brought her to have lunch at my eating club. As we sat there, she asked me if I would like to see her bend a spoon. I had never heard of spoon bending before and said, "Sure." She held up one of the spoons from our table and I watched it bend in her hand. To this day, I don't understand my reaction. It was such a ridiculously impossible event that I dismissed it from my mind. It made so sense, and therefore it could not exist for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">That was the end of that until I went to interview Uri Geller, the Israeli spoon bender who rose to worldwide fame in the 1970's, at his home in London. I purposely did not bring a spoon or other item with me for him to bend. I did not want him to feel like a one-trick pony. However, he volunteered to show me, up close, how he bent a spoon while barely touching it. I had already secretly asked a magician friend of mine to show me all the ways that magicians can appear to bend a spoon using magic tricks. So I was fully prepared and knew what to look for. He said it worked better when he was near something metal and so he walked over to the stove, then the refrigerator, until the spoon finally began to bend. He merely stroked it. I watched him like a hawk. There was a millisecond in which he seemed to remove the spoon from my sight, and so I felt he had broken the proverbial chain of custody (a legal concept of evidentiary possession), and so I wasn't sure if he had taken the split second as an opportunity to cheat by bending the spoon with physical, not mental, force. He also bent a spoon for my children that day and I saw his famous car covered with bent cutlery. Uri's spoon bending appeared to be legitimate but I didn't understand how this could possibly work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I only recently decided to attend a "spoon bending class" and was literally the last person in the entire class to achieve this feat. I felt ashamed and depressed. I reluctantly pulled out the last of 8 forks and it suddenly began to bend by itself. Then, as I picked up each of the other 7 forks, they all bent effortlessly. It was clearly a condensation of energy within that moment. And it was life changing. I learned, in very physical, psychokinetic terms, that the physical world is not what it appears to be!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Aeronautical engineer Jack Houck became somewhat famous in the 1980's for throwing what he called "spoon bending parties." He claimed that by 1988, roughly 8,500 people had attended his parties and 85 percent had achieved at least what he called a "kindergarten level" ability to bend spoons. I had never read his comments until researching for this blog. I see that he actually talks about graduating to "high school level" of mental bending when you can bend the exact type and thickness of steel rod that Marty brought with him to the conference, and that I bent! Jack wrote about his theory of why metal can bend on his website, <a href="http://www.jackhouck.com/pk.shtml">http://www.jackhouck.com/pk.shtml</a>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: x-small;">"During my PK Party lecture I always show examples of high school bending. These are metal rods, typically 3/8" extruded aluminum rods, that have been formed into odd shapes, and steel rods, up to a half inch, that have been bent. Small ladies can bend the 1/2" rods. I even have some old fashioned hacksaw blades that have been formed into spirals. Usually, if too much physical force is applied to the old fashioned hacksaw blades, they break in multiple pieces because they are so brittle. At the PK Parties the hacksaw blades become pliable, annealed, in a similar process to when the silverware gets soft. I think that the dislocations in the grain boundaries of the metal act as transducers to some unknown form of energy. The mind establishes a link between this energy source and energy is dumped into the grain boundaries. The energy has nowhere to go so it turns into heat. This is the same process that happens with known energy that gets dumped inside of another material as with neutrons, x-rays, and microwaves. This heat melts the grain boundaries, and the metal feels like it has lost its structure because the grains inside the metal slip with respect to each other. The heat is transferred away from the grain boundaries by normal conduction, and eventually the "freezing" point of the metal is reached and the metal becomes hard again. "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-family: "arial";">Spoon bending is frequently taught in conjunction with remote viewing classes because it involves the relationship of the human mind to the environment, and the power of mind over matter. It is an astonishingly powerful way to convince even devout materialists and skeptics that something novel is going on that displaces our traditional notions of physics and consciousness...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About ten days ago, I sent an email to a friend of mine who is a British psychic detective, and told him I was about to leave for Paris for a week. He (and everyone else I spoke with) told me to be careful. Paris isn't what it used to be, he noted, what with all the terrorist activity these days. Yes, I am always careful, I said. Besides, I have noticed a sort of weird pattern in my life. I seem to frequently miss being in the exact spot where mass murders occur by a few minutes, hours or days. This has happened to me on many occasions, to the point where it seems to have developed its own delicate - yes, possibly coincidental - pattern.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Back in 1987, I went to visit my father who was on sabbatical (he is a medical scientist) in a tiny "one-horse" town about an hour or two outside London called "Hungerford." It was a sweet town, with one Tudor-style pub on the only main street, and lots of thatched roof cottages dotting the surrounding bucolic countryside. My ex-husband and I stayed the day, and then drove to the airport to catch a plane to up to Scotland. The next morning we got a call from a lawyer friend of ours in the U.S. He asked if we were okay. We laughed and said, "Of course we are!" He said, "Thank God!" "Why do you ask?" We were confused by his anxiety. "Haven't you heard?" he asked. "No!" "Well, I heard on the news that Hungerford was the site of <span style="color: red;">Britain's first mass murder by a gunman</span>. Fourteen people were killed!" Long story short, we realized in retrospect, when we saw how the gunman had carefully gone through the entire town killing a total of 14 people at random (e.g. the gas station attendant, people on the street, etc.), that we had missed being in the exact spot where he had killed several pedestrians only minutes after we left the vicinity. The story was worldwide news. At that time, gun crime in Britain were unheard of and the British bobbies (policemen) only carried sticks, not guns. It was a shocking crime that changed the course of history in Britain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward to 2007, I decided to take a rare extended 2-week vacation with my (current) husband and two children around England and Wales. We stayed in London for a day, then drove up toward north toward Cambridge so I could show the kids where I grew up as a teenager. As soon as we left town, we heard that three devastating synchronized Islamic terrorist bombs had been detonated in the London Underground train stations. Fifty-two people were killed and 700 injured in <span style="color: red;">Britain's deadliest incident since the 1988 bombing of the Pan Am flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland</span>. The attacks became known as "7/7." Of course, I breathed a secret sigh of relief that we had had the luck to exit London on that day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We traveled around for the next two weeks, visiting castles, universities and crop circles, and finally returned to London in order to catch our flight back the next day to the United States. As we drove through the city, I noticed something strange about the "Tube" stations. They had been cordoned off with police barriers and there were people milling around everywhere. I learned later that the London had just been subjected to the July 21, 2005 terrorist attacks - four new synchronized bomb explosions in the Underground and one on a bus at around noon. Fortunately, the bombs were not as powerful, no one was hurt, and the suspected terrorists were arrested soon thereafter. But, to my point, we seemed to graze lightly past this double brush with mass murders in England.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Again, fast forward to July, 2016. Our next family trip was in France, this time. We flew to Paris, took a leisurely drive to a family wedding in the western part of France, drove to the southern coast, took a boat trip around Corsica, returned to southern France, and drove to Nice, where we had originally been scheduled to fly back to the United States on July 15. However, before we left, I had a bad feeling about the flight. We changed it to July 12. Again, we seem to have brushed against a weird synchronicity. On July 14, 2016, a 19-ton cargo truck driven by a terrorist plowed road barricades and into the crowds of more than 30,000 people celebrating Bastille Day along the famous Promenade des Anglais along the famous waterfront of Nice. Eighty-six people were killed and 458 were wounded in this truck attack. <span style="color: red;">It was one of the worst terror attacks ever in France</span>. Thank God we did not stay in Nice for those couple of extra days where, in all likelihood, we too would have been celebrating Bastille Day with the others on that boulevard. Again, it felt uncomfortably like another close shave with death and mass murder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Fast forward to the present, I told my British psychic detective friend these stories in my email before leaving for Paris. I planned to return home for one week before flying out again to Las Vegas, Nevada, for the next three weeks. Thankfully, Paris was uneventful in terms of terrorism during my stay. However, during my flight back to the United States, on October 2, 2017, I learned that Las Vegas had just become - on that day - the site of the <span style="color: red;">worst mass shooting in modern United States history! </span> As of today, October 4, 2017, there are 59 dead and 527 wounded. The shootings were committed by a man from his room at the Mandalay Bay Hotel from the 32nd floor as he shot unsuspected concert-goers at an outdoor country western music festival below. This time, it seems the unprecedented historic mass murder occurred just before my visit. Although I did not have plans to stay at the Mandalay Bay Hotel, which I know well, I too have planned to stay on the famous Las Vegas Strip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As a psychic detective, I tend to look at life differently from most people. I look for patterns in things that appear inconsequential or merely random to others. It is in these delicate, partially-formed patterns that new information about ourselves and our world emerges. My continuous brush with these historic events may be mere coincidence, but its recurrence over time begins to feel like something else is happening...</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-39303710150269722962017-09-03T20:59:00.001-07:002017-09-04T10:27:43.099-07:00Triangular Marks and Aliens - Am I a Human Crop Circle?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Equilateral triangle mark on hand 2015 (Photo A)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Equilateral triangle mark on ankle 2017 (Photo B)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In UFO lore, I have been aware of discussions about certain body marking associated with alien contact and abductions. Among these are triangle and diamond shapes, strange bruise marks (often in the shape of three fingers which are assumed to be the result of holding a person down by force), puncture wounds (I have even see these inside the mouth as well as all over the body), the famous "scoop" marks which result in a slight half-moon type of indentation as if a tissue sample had been taken, and so on. One of the more common markings is an equilateral triangle shape made of three points or possible puncture points. I have seen many of these online, and ufologist Richard Dolan has been quoted as saying these types of triangular marks are commonly reported by abductees and contactees. I have seen many posted online and they look extremely similar to mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I recently began to notice some strange marks on my body over the last few years and have been searching for answers. As far as I know, I have never been abducted, nor do I have any strange implants anywhere in my body. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In 2011, my daughter and I walked out of a local movie theatre at about midnight and witnessed a football field-sized "mothership" shaped like a giant boomerang. Thereafter, for about a year, we experienced frequent interruptions of our phone calls by strange electronic voices and noises.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-family: "arial";">In October, 2015, I published my first book on ufology entitled "How to Talk to an Alien" and have lectured frequently on the topic since then.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In November, 2015, I woke up with a tiny equilateral triangle made of three reddish dots on my left hand in between my index and middle fingers (see Photo A). I thought it was odd and had never had a mark like that before. The length of the sides was about 1/8 of an inch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In 2017, around late April or early May, I found a strange equilateral triangle above my left knee made of three round dots (Photo B). I didn't think much about it. I took a photo of what was left of the markings in August. The length of the sides was about 3/8 of an inch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In August, 2017, I found another slightly smaller equilateral triangle on left ankle. (Photo C).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Naturally I started looking for some - hopefully ordinary - explanations. I thought perhaps they might be spider bites. Yes, here in New Jersey, we get some fairly ordinary spiders in the house in the summertime. That would not explain the marks in November or April/May. I do have two cats, one of which goes outside. I thought it might be possible he carried in some spiders or insects with weird biting habits on his fur. However, he is medicated against fleas, ticks and other insects. Besides, I thought spiders only had two parallel fangs. A triangle (of all different sizes) just didn't make sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Then I read online that bedbugs can cause bites in the shape of triangles. I studied them online and they mostly didn't look like my bites. Bedbug bites seems to be more profuse, like red, bumpy rashes, and the bites were sloppy-looking, surrounded by rings or redness, pus or swelling, or little punctures in the centers of the bumps and not in separate perfect equilateral triangles - unlike my dots. I do not have any of the classic signs of bedbug infestation in my bed. Generally speaking, when bitten by any type of bug, I tend to have severe allergic reactions. They tend to be itchy, swollen, white at the centers, with red rings. Obviously my triangular markings have none of these symptoms. They do not itch and look rather "clean" - rather like three-prong points of a needle. It also seems unlikely that my dots are due to bedbug infestation because I've experienced these triangles for over two years and bedbug populations multiply at a rate of 400 per day, so after two years of unchecked population growth, I would likely be covered in bites all over my body by now!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I decided to write this blog about these strange marks last week on August 30. The next morning I woke up with the strangest mark of all - it looks like an eye imprinted onto my right forearm. It lasted for about an hour and a half. Normally, little creases in the skin from lying on sheets or pillows only last for about five or ten minutes. I looked everywhere for what could have made this strange mark. There was nothing about my bedding or pajamas (short-sleeved and no buttons) that could have made such a mark. Further, the round shape could not have been made by a button because it is not imprinted or depressed. It would have to have been created by something like a flip-top of a soda can pushed into my skin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">My next thought was to revert to alien markings. I began to wonder if perhaps the "eye" mark on my arm was created by some alien force using me as some kind of human canvas like a human crop circle to create an image with a message. Perhaps that message, coming on the heels of my decision to write this blog, was "We're watching you. We're watching what you write about this phenomenon."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Here's the kicker - I had to rewrite this entire blog again because the first one mysteriously erased itself.... Never happened before in my 9 years of blog writing.</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com73tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-74186438132846248612017-08-15T07:58:00.002-07:002017-08-15T07:58:20.290-07:00The Intersecting Lines of Palmistry and Medicine<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unlike most other psychics, I have never been very interested in the "tools of the trade." I have never really examined closely the various psychic "systems" that are often used to predict the future or past, such as palm reading, tarot cards, runes, dowsing, tea reading, pendulums, numerology and astrology. While these have mostly been relegated to the realm of fortune tellers, I do not doubt that they have real aspects. However, in my own experience, I have found that my best "tool" is my own psyche and body. As I have taught my students in my psychic development classes for many years, any of these other methods are simply like fire-starter tools to get the campfire started faster than it might otherwise. These are merely tools to spark the psychic fires of the mind. I simply by-pass these "tools" in my process.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Recently, a client posed a question about the meaning of the lines in the palms of their hand. Since this seemed to be a question of palmistry, I consulted (for the first real time) a number of palmistry texts to find an appropriate answer. While researching this, I decided to try and find an answer to a question I have had my entire life about the lines in my own hands. On my left hand, I have what appear to be the very common and traditional three major lines. They are identified in palmistry as the "Life Line" (wrapping around the base of the thumb), the "Head Line" running horizontally across the center of the palm, and the "Heart Line" running horizontally closest to the base of most of the fingers. However, on my right hand, I only have two lines - the Life Line and a very strong Head Line. The Heart Line is absent. Ever since I was a child, I always thought it was a bit odd. None of my other friends had this discrepancy of three lines in one hand and only two in the other. What did it mean?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I finally found my answer - in palmistry of all places! No, it doesn't mean that I am heartless! It means my Head and Heart Lines are merged in a rare condition called a "Simian Crease" (a term now considered a it perjorative because it references the simple hand crease found in monkeys and apes) otherwise known by its more technical name "Single Transverse Palmar Crease." It can be found on one or both hands and is often genetic. In palmistry language, the Simian Crease means the Heart and Head lines have merged and become indistinguishable. People with this crease have merged their emotions and their intellectual aspects as one. For me, this is especially true. I would take it a step further and suggest that my right and left brain functions are also heavily merged and operate in synch. It is the basis of my moniker "The Skeptical Psychic."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Even more interestingly, this two-line Simian Crease in the palm of my right hand has very definite medical and genetic connotations. First of all, it is quite rare. Depending upon what sources you read, it only occurs in 1.5 to 4 percent of the population. Men are more than twice as likely than women to have the Simian Crease. It occurs mostly among Asian and Native American peoples. Roughly half of all people with Down Syndrome have this crease. Furthermore, the crease often associated with any number of abnormal medical conditions affecting the normal growth or function of the chromosomes. These include: 1) fetal alcohol syndrome, Down Syndrome (chromosome 21), Cri du Chat Syndrome (chromosome 5), Klinefelter Syndrome, Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome, Noonan Syndrome (chromosome 12), Patau Syndrome (chromosome 13), Edwards syndrome (chromosome 18), Aarskog-Scott Syndrome (X-lined recessive), Leukocyte Adhesion Deficiency-2 (autosomal recessive disorder), Nevoid Basal Cell Carcinoma Syndrome and Robinow Syndrome (chromosome 9 mutation). I looked up these medical conditions and most result in severe learning disabilities and heart deformities among other things. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Speaking as a female, without a drop of Asian or Native American blood, without any history of chromosomal disease, learning disability or heart deformities, this makes me fairly unusual. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I read the Simian crease is also linked to a number of psychological conditions. These include: delinquent behavior (a higher than average number of criminals in prison populations have this crease at a rate of nearly 3 times greater!), hyperactivity, neuroticism and schizophrenia. No, I have never spent any time in prison or been accused of criminal wrongdoing! The closest I ever got was when, as an attorney, I represented criminals briefly while doing criminal defense work early on in my career! The only thing I might ever be accused of might be a bit of neuroticism... nothing unusual!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I returned to the books of palmistry and discovered my only identifiable reality. I read the Simian crease is considered a "gift marker" - of a special gift - that of "intensity of focus" (with its "shadow side" of feeling misunderstood). Since I cannot seem to find any other common or logical reason why I have this Simian Crease, this rationale seems to be the most accurate of all. I am intensely focused as a human being. And, yes, I often feel misunderstood. I guess palmistry works!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In recent days I seem to be transforming into one of those people who suffers from strange electronic events. Inexplicable electronic interruptions of my various technology have reached new heights of strangeness. I have watched these electronic malfunctions occur with increasing frequency over the last few years - I was never one of those people who claimed to not be able to touch a light bulb or a telephone without breaking it - and I am beginning to see correlations I cannot totally explain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two days ago, the day got off to an unusual start when I received a text directed to me and nine other individuals (including my husband, son, daughter, my husband's brother in France, and several other friends in the U.S. and California who don't know each other, plus one unidentified person). My husband had texted "Liked an image" but there was no image to be found. Furthermore, he denied ever seeing or reading this text mail. Everyone was uniformly confused. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, a bit later in the morning, my cell phone decided to start making calls all by itself! My cell phone called a friend of mine in New Jersey and then my daughter in New York. I was not near the phone at the time it decided to dial them. They were as confused as I was. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A bit later, I did a reading for a client via my landline. As we were discussing an issue involving my client's attorney, a woman's voice suddenly broke in to our line. I was surprised but figured perhaps there was a woman somewhere else in his house who had accidentally picked up the phone. She seemed to be talking to someone else. It was like the old days when a third party could occasionally be heard talking when the phone lines got crossed. That hasn't happened to me in about 40 years. Anyway, my client suddenly recognized her voice and identified her as the paralegal from his attorney's office. She asked why he had called her. He said he had not called her because he was, in fact, on another phone call (with me)! All three of us were very confused. My client later explained to me that it would have been impossible for him to have called her since he hadn't touched his phone and didn't have a clue how to make a conference call. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My cell phone which is programmed to ring with the volume (on high) receives calls from people without ringing at all. Occasionally my calls to other people does not result in their phones ringing either. Why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My computer, iphone and ipad then seemed to go on strike. All three refused to let me get onto my regular websites or look at my emails for no obvious reason. The service seemed not just sluggish, like bad internet connection, but sporadic and irrational. I could get online only after repeated attempts. I was very frustrated because I couldn't do my work. Even as I write this now, my computer strangely reverts to previous fonts without any rhyme or reason and error messages continue to pop up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That afternoon, my son was about to go out after having washed his shoulder-length hair without drying it. I offered, for the first time, to blow dry his hair. We went to my bathroom and I started drying his hair with my blow dryer. Within minutes, the hair dryer blew out the entire breaker circuit in the bathroom and upstairs hallways. This was strange because I have much longer, thicker hair and have blown my hair dry with this hair dryer in this bathroom for many years with absolutely no problem. We reset the breaker, tried it again, and the dryer blew the circuit again. It seemed like everything electrical I touched - physically - was refusing to cooperate. It has worked just fine since then - so it doesn't seem to have been a problem with the dryer or the circuit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Later, when I turned on a ceiling light in a hallway in a different part of the house (on a different breaker), the light bulb blew out. Coincidence?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">For several years I have noticed a very loud "cracking" noise in my bedroom at night. At first it came from my desktop computer. I thought it must be heat related - perhaps too much sunlight on the monitor or trapped heat in the computer components. However, a couple of years ago, my husband installed a flat screen TV in the room. Almost immediately the cracking noise ceased to come from the computer and started coming from the new TV. Again, I tried to rationalize the noise. However, the strange thing is that the noise has gotten louder and louder to the point that it actually wakes me up several times every night. It is unrelated to the temperature in the room or the length of time the TV has been on or off. I have begun to believe this "cracking" noise is the sound of either spirits or other entities breaking the "veil" to communicate with me. There are many times when I telepathically ask questions and ask for answers in the form of "one crack means yes" and "two cracks means no" and seem to receive "answers." Not definitive yet - just a lurking possibility.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Yes, I have also noticed a tendency of street lights to go on or off just as I drive underneath them. I know this is a common experience for many UFO experiencers. While this seems to happen with relative frequency to me (as opposed to others I have asked), I am not yet convinced this is a real phenomenon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While these all seem to be strange and unrelated events, I am no longer so sure... I believe my bioenergy has begun to synch to some degree with other electrical "events" and may be causing some of these weird malfunctions. Perhaps it is an indication of a "gathering" of energy within our increasingly intrusive and ubiquitous electromagnetic fields in our everyday environment. Perhaps my psychic or UFO work has initiated this electrical increase. But the bottom line is that I am concerned that soon I won't be able to handle any electrical items without blowing them out! </span><br />
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<br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-30799888424852431802017-06-22T13:26:00.000-07:002017-06-22T13:26:33.906-07:00Tapping Into an Alien Mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have lectured and written extensively on the topic of alien communication. In addition to research on the ways in which aliens communicate (telepathically, verbally, linguistically, and written), depending upon the species of alien, I have had my own personal experiences. I have written about this in my book "How to Talk to an Alien" (2015).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I speak with many people who have their own personal experiences or knowledge of alien interactions. I have often offered certain types of guidance or psychic interpretations of various types of communications to people who are often left confused and bewildered by their own memories or channeled speech or writing of alien-sounding languages.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Anyone who has experience or knowledge in this area knows that aliens are best known for communicating with us telepathically. They are also, apparently, quite able to read our minds and control our states of consciousness. Many contactees are often left with a sense of being helpless at best or a victim at worst. During contact or abduction experiences many people explain that the ETs are able to implant thoughts in their brains and also to extract thoughts - as a kind of one-sided communication. Humans are often left feeling like they are an open book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have taken part in several CE-5 groups, as well as privately with friends, where we have been able to successfully "call in" or "contact" UFOs in the night skies. The UFOs generally manifest themselves by "communicating" back to us in the form of seemingly "impossible" manoeuvers with the craft (e.g. rapid figure eights or right turns at phenomenal speeds) or flashes of extraordinarily bright and huge bursts of light. But who are we really kidding here? Did we "call them in" or were they waiting for us already having implanted certain ideas or scenarios in our heads? Did we really "communicate" anything at all other than "Hey there, if you're out there, could you give us a sign of your presence?" - similar to the ubiquitous calls of paranormal investigators seeking to make contact with intelligent ghosts! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It did not occur to me until recently during a psychic reading I gave for a client that it would even be possible for the human mind to "tap into" the mind of an alien. It always seems to operate in the reverse way. However, my client, an abductee, requested that I offer psychic confirmation of certain alien communications stemming from my client's alien abduction. The strange thing was that when I psychically "located" the event, I found myself viewing it, not from the client's point of view, but from the aliens' vantage point! Not only was I viewing my client's old residence from the skies, but I described it very accurately. I was able to describe the characteristics and number of aliens involved, the manner in which the client was transferred to the craft, and also an accurate description of some of the alien technology shown to the client during this UFO experience! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My immediate disclaimer is that I do not recall ever having had any abduction or contact experience in my life. I have never manifested any "classic" signs of an abduction like a physical implant, peculiar imprints or rapid healing of scars, symptoms of radiation sickness, etc. Yes, I have read accounts of such things and have spoken with people who have experienced them. But other than my UFO sightings and some odd telephonic communications, I would have no way to have "guessed" the facts I gave in the reading.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">What it suggests to me - a flash of insight - is that we humans have the ability to literally tap into the minds of ETs! It is not simply a "one-sided" type of game of telepathy or clairvoyance. If we can do this, then we can learn even more about their origins, behaviors, and thoughts. What a concept!</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-15261111181388802492017-04-24T10:32:00.003-07:002017-04-24T13:12:58.775-07:00A Triptych Dream About Ingo Swann<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This past weekend, I went on a paranormal investigation in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, with a group affiliated with the internet radio show The Paranormal View. We investigated the haunted Fairfield Inn (where I had stayed roughly eight years ago and dealt with three historical ghosts in my bedroom that I later verified through research). The inn is one of the most haunted locations I know. However, there were roughly 20 people on this investigation. I have difficulty tuning into the spirits of the dead when I am bombarded with the psychic energies of the living. I haven't reviewed my electronic recordings and photos yet, but my sense was that the spirits were keeping their distance from such a large crowd of living humans! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The inn was full that night - all the other investigators were staying there - so my daughter (who accompanied me on this trip) and I stayed at a nearby farm. It had also served as a battlefield hospital during the Civil War. The farm was located on the road used by the Confederate soldiers on their long march out of Gettysburg toward the end of the war. We chose to sleep in the allegedly most haunted room in the farmhouse. It was the room where the doctors had conducted their "treatments" of wounded soldiers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Given the state of medicine at the time, and the fact that most of the bullet wounds suffered by the soldiers were devastating due to the enormous grape-sized bullets used in their muskets, most of these treatments consisted of amputations of legs and arms. I have visited many such homes that were converted into temporary Civil War hospitals and most are haunted. It was reported that many such hospitals had piles of amputated limbs that were stacked so high they reached the second floor windows!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">After two days of long investigations into the night at the Fairfield Inn, I just wasn't in the mood to be dealing with more ghosts in my bedroom at the farm. I tried to tune out all thoughts of spirits to avoid inviting them into my space. I tried to make sure the loud clanging in the room at 4 AM was just old pipes in a hot water heating system. I checked to make sure the little footsteps in the room at 3 AM was just one of the owner's seven cats coming to pay us a visit. I tried to dismiss the fact that the lamp had abruptly turned off by itself while my daughter and I were talking earlier in the evening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">At any rate, I didn't sleep much and woke up frequently both nights just to double check the state of the room. The last night we were there I must have relaxed my guard a little bit. I had the most peculiar set of three related dreams - like a triptych painting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In the first dream, I was strangely in charge of preparing Ingo Swann's corpse for burial. This included cutting his toenails. Ingo Swann, known as being the creator of Remote Viewing (psychic spy techniques) for the CIA, was one of my mentors. I knew him for about a decade and was very sad when he passed away in 2013. I woke up from this bizarre dream fragment wondering why I was dreaming about Ingo and why it was related to his corpse. I reasoned it must have been because I was sleeping in a room where, in all likelihood, many corpses were probably prepared for burial. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">However, when I went back to sleep, the dream continued - as if on cue - and this was certainly not voluntary or desired on my part. In the second dream, I was now attending Ingo's funeral service (which I did not attend in real life). I was now more of a consciousness, and less a physical person, like a fly on the wall, observing the people who attended his funeral, including some of his family members, like his sister and niece. I woke up again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I couldn't understand why I was fixating on Ingo and his death. No obvious reason to me because I wasn't thinking about him at all. Granted, thoughts of him may have slipped into my subconscious mind due to some recent events.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "arial";"><u>True</u>, I recently was asked to write a foreword to a book and to include some stories about Ingo. As soon</span><span style="font-family: "arial";"> as I was asked by the author (in a private text on Facebook Messenger) to see if I would be willing to write the foreword, I received a friend request from none other than the deceased Ingo Swann (!). It was was obviously a fake profile. I am not an idiot. But the timing of its appearance shook me to my core. I have never mentioned Ingo to anyone on Facebook and this one time on Messenger was in a private text. Even more weirdly, the friend request disappeared off my chronology within the next hour. When I searched for this Ingo Swann profile in Facebook, it would not open. All other profiles opened without a problem. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial";"><u>True</u>, I recently learned the film documentary about Ingo (for which I was interviewed about a year ago or so) is having a screening next month in May. While I was interviewed for this movie, the director's still camera, pointed at me, had taken a picture with a large flash by itself. No one was near the camera at the time...</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "arial";"><u>True</u>, I recently went to the Baltimore American Visionary Art Museum and saw the rare display of many of Ingo's paintings, including the huge triptych painting (yes, I get the significance only now) which I had seen so many years ago in his studio in New York City. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">So I went back to sleep again. The dream continued into a third dream! It is the only time in my life that I can recall having a dream continue three times. Every once in a while, if awoken from a great dream, I have tried to will myself back into the same dream - without much luck. This time I had been wide awake in between each dream and had absolutely no desire or intention to continue the same dream - but it kept happening anyway. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In the third dream, I was now with his real estate agent and his sister and some other presumed family members (I have never met any of them). We were now in the bedroom of his house. It did not look at all like his real-life bedroom. People were haggling over the distribution of his various assets. His room was mostly empty and very stark - almost monastic. I remember his preference, in real-life, for unusual or second-hand furniture, plates and decorative objects. He wasn't fussy. He didn't care much for "stuff."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I have never had a dream that continued, like a movie, in three distinct parts. The "intermissions" were my waking moments. It was even more odd because I did not understand why I was dreaming about Ingo or his death. Perhaps, having attended this paranormal investigation, I had inadvertently tuned my psychic receptors in the direction of the dead. Perhaps this was Ingo making yet another appearance in my life...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-60740720898934207612017-02-27T07:53:00.000-08:002017-02-27T07:53:32.736-08:00How I Entered My Husband's Erotic Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dreams have fascinated us since the beginning of mankind. Some people remember them, and some don't. Some people dream in color, others don't. Some people can control the action or outcomes in their dreams, while others cannot. Some dreams predict the future or reveal hidden concepts, others clarify our emotional reality or psychological concerns. As for me, I have been a lucid dreamer since I was a young child and learned how to understand I was in a dream and could control the outcomes. I always dream in color. I have had many predictive dreams that later came true (usually they had nothing to do with me or my personal reality). I generally remember my dreams every night. The point is: I have a fair amount of control over my dream life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A couple of months ago, I experienced a highly unusual dream. I was able to enter my husband's dream! This is different from the more common experience of two people sharing the same dream - I actually entered his dream - it was not mine! Here is what happened:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In my dream, I was located about 8 feet away from my husband, Patrick. He was either seated or kneeling in front of an Asian-looking woman with long black flowing hair who was seated or kneeling facing him. They were only about a foot apart, fully clothed, and staring lovingly into each others eyes. I believe Patrick had his right hand around her waist. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I stared at Patrick's face, scrutinizing every detail, and the more I stared, his face began to appear younger and younger. He suddenly seemed to become aware of my presence in his intimate dream. He turned his head slowly in my direction and our eyes locked. After a couple of seconds of staring at each other, he turned his head away and then leaned in toward the Asian woman and was about to kiss her. I became outraged at his behavior but I was suddenly awoken out of my dream when the phone rang.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I went downstairs to get some coffee. Patrick was already pouring his coffee. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I said, "You know, I had the most unusual dream just now."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He quickly said, "Yeah! So did I!" (This was highly unusual for him. He almost never remembers his dreams and always dreams in black and white).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"I dreamt you were with a woman!" I announced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes!" he shouted. "I was with a woman in my dream too! She was Asian."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"I know," I said. "She had long black hair."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes!!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"But she wasn't exactly Asian," I said. "She looked sort of Polynesian or Middle Eastern."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Patrick looked at me with a stunned expression.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Well, come to think of it, you are absolutely right. She looked kind of Polynesian..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"You were sitting opposite her and you were about to kiss her!" I snapped.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes, we were sitting facing each other, and I had my arm around her, but I wasn't going to have sex with her!" he yelled defensively. "She was the one who was going to kiss me!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"No! You were going to kiss her, Patrick! I saw you pucker your lips."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Well, nothing happened because the phone rang and woke me up," he said. "And besides, there was another woman in my dream. I don't know who she was, but she was sitting not far from us and she was just staring at us. It was some blonde lady."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Are you kidding me?" I said, "That was me! I was staring at you both!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Oh my God," he said with a stunned look on his face, "You're right. That was you!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Suddenly, it dawned on both of us, that we had both been in his dream. The verifications were astounding - including the fact that the "action" had been halted at the exact same moment for both of us when the phone rang and woke both of us up. The only discrepancy that we could find between our two dreams was that in my dream, I was located to Patrick's left side, and in his dream, I was located to his right side. We both recalled the moment where our eyes locked and we stared briefly at each other. I have never entered another person's dream before. There were absolutely no reasons in our reality together that would have constituted a subliminal storyline in this dream. Patrick and I have been happily married for nearly 30 years without any incidents! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Of course, I now tease him that he can never be unfaithful to me - even in his dreams! Clearly, he has been on his best behavior since then!! That is the problem when you are married to a psychic.</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com4