EMF Stories – A New High Voltage Society

One day a smart meter was placed in the basement of Susan's home.

She realized what it was and what it was doing some two and a half years later.

By which point she'd become hypersensitive to EMFs.

She sent me this thought provoking story:

“From the first second we awake, if even from a good night’s sleep, our brains are put on high alert. Our iPhones scream out the morning alarm, thrusting us into forward momentum. We amble to the shower, sometimes drying our hair with a screeching powerful dryer. Once coiffed, we stray to the kitchen to ignite the inner fire awake, by turning on a modern kitchen insta-coffee maker. So far, so lit. The house is already buzzing and awake, it never went to sleep. Wifi’s and wireless router’s surged through the dark of night. Many of us like to be accompanied by the music, whether an ipod or itunes, or in my case, Youtube. We just can’t get enough of this good stuff.

Finally, now juiced and amped up, bodies throbbing and heads buzzing, we enter the car, where you can now talk openly or mysteriously with the use of a Bluetooth or tempt texting while driving, for a little extra rush. Then, because we are not sure where we are going or how to get there, with ask “Siri-*” to get us there and further amp up the voltage. Just driving alone sends shivers of EMF’s down my spine, or into my head, as the tires rotate and send an electromagnetic impulse into our bodies. Some parents have taken to driving their babies around town to get them to sleep, over a radiating tire.

Next, we get into our cozy cubicles, surrounded, above, straight at us and from below with an extraordinary array of gadgets, computers, devices and lighting phenomenon. The children are no safer at schools and colleges. But we trek on, lighting us up all along the way. There must be a song for this out there somewhere.

We take our lunch breaks, without suspecting that the cell towers, behaving like silent works of art, are our enemies and not our friends, yet we don’t feel a thing. Actually, we feel nothing, and we hardly notice anything as well; airplanes streaking through the pretty blue skies, leaving trails of chemicals to float, listlessly down to earth, blanketing our animals as they run freely around. The air is thick with an ominous cloud, yet no one sees it or dares to make a sound. Quietly and obediently we head back to our places, hardly sanctity, hardly the safest.

By the time we are done, we are shot and exhausted, our bodies are fatigued and our brains are numb. We head into traffic for hours on end, and breath deadly gases from the tailpipe of trucks. We may get disgusted, we may even get a little sick, a cough and a gasp, and it’s all part of the trick.

Home to our spouses and cute little kids, whose heads are all down, their chests to their chins, eyes focused on their “devices.” We bend underneath to say our “hello’s” and we get a blank stare and heaven only knows, that we have taken our babies and created a place where they are no longer safe, nor is the whole human race. We better wake up, stop being so distracted; get back to the earth where our bodies want to be. Resonate on high with the mother of mothers, the Earth, that is she, and she is the healer.

At its very evolutionary core, from the beginning, the earth, in its shape and diabolical consistency, is a hot, molten mass of energy; a throbbing, pulsating ball of intense heat and electricity. You could say that “Mother Earth” is the mother ship from which all life extends through and out of in its interaction with the sun, the moon and all planets in its vicinity and the solar system that surrounds it, feeds it and energizes it.

It is the enormous cell from which all life has divided, split and sloughed off of to become their own individually printed cells with their own individual circuitry; hence, we the “earthlings” from our great “mother.” We need our mother to survive. She gives us and affords us life; the food, the air, the sun and the moon give us added protection, but she is the life force from which we survive internally. And without her, we begin to wither, suffocate, shrivel, wince, wine and cry. She is a silent protagonist, a good mother, wanting us all to fail and learn, pick up our bootstraps, dig in our naked heels and go back to her for her great sustenance. Will we? Or have we really gotten just a little too big for our own britches?

As the earth stands ready and waiting for us to return to her, she will be just fine, as she is injected around the metaphysical clock, 24/7, with a life-giving energy all her own. The sun thrusts its plasma-like tentacles, stretching far into her gullet, into the belly of the beast. Then our tenderhearted moon comes out to caress her with its moonbeams all night long, with a subtlety of energy, like love beams from above. And for fun and a rush of electrical impulses to remind her she truly is alive, bolts of lightening thrash out of the sky, thousands and thousands of them, they tickle her fancy, make her blush inside out, remind her of her boldness, her courage and strength. She is shy, tells no one, and waits patiently for her children to come back, while we are busying ourselves, constantly on the attack.

All of this power, this will to survive, keeps mother earth thriving, gyrating and alive. But we humans, her little darlings, are doing everything we can to upset her, break her and sabotage our own lives. We frustrate her and shake her to the core of her being. She is alerting us to our troubles, but we are off making our own. She is trying to remind us, wagging a finger in our direction at our naughty little selves. She wants us to know she is here for the taking, and that she is in charge, it is not us who will save us. We have no say, but we see trouble a brewing on each of our shores. I think we have pushed her over the edge, into blackness and sickness and rushing of waters, of purging and gushing and swift, wicked winds, of tyrants and blazes and spurting of fire, the “mother earth” ship is now raging, raging with anger. Her voice is on high, her emotions hardly stifled, but will we wake up, or will we lose our own battle? Will she cry herself to sleep at the loss of her children, whom she carried from birth, all the way to adulthood, only to have them turn their backs on the one who could feed them, nourish and love them, encourage and heal them.

So take off those rubberized, plasticized, lack of energized shoes, go back to our roots, put foot to the ground, the cold will not kill you, put on a warm coat, but do yourselves and your children a favor and touch our lovely mother earth ground. She is sensually charged and so are our feet, more nerve endings there then anywhere else, and it is for good reason that when we go to the beach, we come home all relaxed and feel so tingly and nice, it is cause we had a date with the water, the air, but most of all, we touched skin to the sand, we dug in our toes and we kicked up some dust, and the rest is all miracles, such as miracle dust.”

Thanks a lot Susan for sharing this.

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