I Am Grateful Every Day

indexI know how easy it is to get sidetracked with thinking about all the things that aren’t going right in your life, that oftentimes we overlook the good stuff.  Life is full of little blessings.  I bet that if you started counting up these blessings, both big and small, you would probably be astonished to discover that there are more positive things working in your life than negative.  And these positive things don’t necessarily have to do with money.

Whenever I find myself becoming overwhelmed, stressed out, or thinking “poor me” thoughts (you know–the pity party line), I try to call someone I know who has it much worse than me.  There’s plenty of people out there who are jobless, homeless, starving, or critically ill.  Visualizing yourself in their shoes, even for a second, is a stark reality check.  It quickly puts things into perspective.  You can’t help but find yourself feeling grateful for what little troubles you have been dealt in comparison.gratitude

The other day my good friend Judy, who has a pure heart of gold, gave me a Gratitude Journal.  I found it really does help to sit down and make a list of things that make you happy and that you are grateful for, like your friends, your family, your health, having a job, being alive, a moment of peace, feeling loved.  Even if you have only one person in your life who loves you, then you are truly blessed.  Not every person’s life is going to be a stroll down Easy Street.  Expect that there will be obstacles along the path, which is what soul learning is all about.  But also know it won’t last forever.  You will survive.  Instead, embrace a feeling of gratitude that you even exist to be a part of this journey on this amazing planet we call Earth.

When I’m away from home, especially in a third world country,  I am grateful for a good bed, working plumbing, a hot shower, and a good meal.  These are all things we take for granted.  You never really appreciate these little things until you have to give it up or they aren’t available to you—especially loved ones.  Today, back in my office,  I was grateful for my software programmer giving me a break, the tech support guy who worked on my printer not giving up, my neighbor wanting to make sure I wasn’t going to be alone on Thanksgiving, and no California snow or cold weather.   There is so much more that I am grateful for, it would fill a book (or a journal).   Thank you, Judy!  We can even be grateful for being able to get out of bed in the morning.  We think of the American Thanksgiving Holiday as THE day to give thanks when thanksgiving should really be every day.  I am even grateful if you read this and it reminded you, even if in the smallest way, of what is really important in life.

“If you concentrate on finding whatever is good in every situation, you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude, a feeling that nurtures the soul.”

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Dr. Kathy Forti is a clinical psychologist, inventor of the Trinfinity8 technology, and author of the book, Fractals of God.   amazon.com/author/k

Afterlife Communication from Loved Ones

afterlife2My family, weird as it sounds,  likes to contact us from the other side through music boxes and clocks.  It started with my father back in 2003, when shortly after he died a regulator clock in the living room (which was never wound) would go off at odd times when we were all together.  The pendulum on the regulator would swing back and forth as it rang.  The first time it happened it freaked out a few family members, but then we came to accept that it was my Dad’s way of communicating he was still with us in spirit.  When my mother died the next year, not to be outdone by my father (they were very competitive), she picked a glass globe clock and would make it spin and spin and spin.  This clock was never wound either.  Way to go, Mom!

Then one day at my Aunt Jo’s house, my mother moved on and started manipulating my aunt’s music box collection.  There were three of us who witnessed and heard the music box playing in the evening, myself included.  It certainly got our attention.   It played a tune for a few seconds, stopped, then started again 10 minutes later.  When my aunt went over to it to point out that it was the one my mother had given her, it started playing again immediately.  She hadn’t even touched it.  So we knew when this happened several more times, that it was my mother’s way of saying hello.  Interestingly enough, it would only happen when I was visiting my Aunt Jo.

This past week my dearly loved Aunt Jo passed away at the age of 90 in Chicago.  We gave her a grand send off, as she would have liked.  She was active in a few octogenarian women’s clubs, and the 80-90 years still living showed up en mass.  They told me afterwards it was the best funeral they had ever been to, and these days, for them, they should know since each month they were going to several as their generation quickly dwindled.

Some of you may remember me mentioning my favorite Aunt Jo in my book Fractals of God or featured in one of my prior blogs: The Simple Secret to Longevity.  She was quite a character—both feisty and spunky.  And she was fascinated with my stories of death and dying and multidimensional travel.  A week before she died she asked me if dying was like falling asleep–sort of like a brief moment of unconsciousness.  “Yes,” I told her.  “Only you wake up in another dimension.”

Days before she died I had been visiting my Aunt Jo in Chicago while being in town to give a talk at Evanston Hospital for the Chicago chapter of the International Association of Near Death Studies (IANDS).  Two days after I left, she suddenly went into the hospital and my cousin told me she might not make it.  A few hours later I got the strong urge to sit down and meditate.  As I did, I saw her approach a luminous tunnel of light, still holding her cane.  My father, her only brother, came to meet her and he looked like a man in his early 20’s.  He greeted her with, “Hey there carrot top.”  (She was a redhead.)  I have no idea if he ever called her this, but her eyes grew wide with recognition and amazement when she saw him.  “Is that really you, Roy?” she asked.  “Who else would it be,” he answered, finding this somehow amusing. “C’mon” he said to her.  “Let’s go.”

I saw she still had her cane in her hand, and I sent her the thought that she didn’t need it any more.  And that’s when she dropped it and morphed into a younger version of herself.  It was stunningly beautiful.  She glanced back over her shoulder, nodded to me one last time, and then was gone.  I waited to get the call that she had passed.  Fifty minutes later in the Hospital’s ICU, her heart and vitals stopped.  They declared her officially dead, yet I knew her spirit had already left some time prior to that.

Hours later, back at her house, her music boxes were dinging for about two hours straight, then randomly on and off.  My sister, Chris, was there to witness it and she knewEVPimage immediately what it meant.  The family sign had been given.  I am still with you.  The next day I flew back to Chicago.  The night of her wake, she woke us up at 4:45 AM with a full rendition of Lara’s theme from Dr. Zhivago playing on a small wooden music box.  My brother, who had also arrived in from Panama, wasn’t sure if it was my mother or my aunt making all the music.

“Ding once for Aunt Jo,” he said aloud. “Ding twice for Mom, and three times for Dad.”  Ten minutes later there was a loud singular ding.  Message received.  I took the Lara’s theme music box home with me.  So far it’s been quiet.  Must feel strange in a new environment.  But I’m sure sooner or later it will start playing again.

The deceased attempt to communicate with us all the time.  The key is to remain open to hearing from them.  Unfortunately, many of us are not tuned-in to what a friend of mine calls “Channel D” (D for dead).  Instead they have to resort to manipulating our environment to signal us their intent, like through music boxes.   In order to speak directly or communicate telepathically with the deceased, who are vibrating at a higher frequency than on this physical plane, we must be in a place where we’re also vibrating at a frequency whereby our energies are accessible to them.  Mediums and psychics seem to be more adept at doing this.

Interestingly, music is one of the most common ways (and they say the easiest) for loved ones to use to communicate with.  Sound and music are a carrier wave between the dimensions since it contains higher frequencies.  People have reported hearing music playing when no TV, radio, or sound equipment is on.  It’s an amazing thing to experience.  Rest in Peace Aunt Jo–but please keep those communications coming!

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Why did TSA put an RFID tracker chip in my carry-on?

TSA-UniformThe Transportation Security Administration (TSA) placed a radio frequency identification device (RFID) in my carry-on while going through security screening at the Los Angeles Airport. That was back in July 0f 2010 when there wasn’t even a hint they were doing such things, which makes you wonder what else they were doing back then—or for that matter—what they’re doing now.  It seems the rules keep changing.

Back in July 2010 I was traveling from Los Angeles (LAX) to Denver to do an alternative energy and healing trade show for my technology Trinfinity8.  I often schlep a lot of electronics around in my carry-on luggage.  It’s usually one or two laptops, an iPad, Sennheiser headphones, cables, a signal box, and an assortment of quartz crystal rods.  I wish I could check the stuff, but then it would surely arrive broken and/or stolen.  I’ve done it hundreds of times without a problem.  I’m sure these TSA agents have seen a lot of weird stuff come through their scanners.  But on this one security check, I was randomly pulled over to do a more thorough search by a female agent.  I wasn’t too happy with how she was carelessly handling my electronics, so I asked her politely to please be careful since it was expensive “medical equipment.”  She paid me no mind and continued to dissect my suitcase.  I vowed that in the future I would avoid lines with female TSA agents.  It has always been my experience that they seem to do their job overly well.

On my return to Los Angeles, I passed through Denver security and was immediately pulled over again.  They, too, wanted to go through all my things.  My colleague who had gone through the scanner right before me, had the same equipment in her carry-on, but they didn’t bother her.  Mine seemed to set off some type of red alert.  They seized my carry-on suitcase and took it to another room for more “thorough analysis” and made me wait another 15 minutes, sequestered from my equipment.  In the meantime, I was given the thorough pat-down by another agent, as well as watching her swab down my purse for explosive traces.  My questions were met with “be quiet, don’t talk”.  Finally, they returned the suitcase to me, but made note of my flight.  It was strange and a little scary.  I didn’t know what to make of it.

When I finally arrived home I unpacked the carry-on and discovered a small quarter-size, octagonal chip, tucked into the side lining.  On one side was printed a female TSA agent’s name and the airport she worked at–LAX.  I googled the manufacturer’s name printed in small letters to see what this thing was.  The company, Compexinc, made RFID security tracking devices for airport personnel.  Their website displayed a picture of the device I held in my hand.  Compexinc were identified as government contractors.  (If you do a Google search today, the company’s name and products still appear on search engines, but all their website links go to an error message page.  Even stranger.)

I had never seen an RFID tracking chip.   I opened up the device and sure enough there was a round metal chip inside.  Talk about a creepy feeling.  You want to flush such things down the toilet.  For some reason (maybe because I told her to be careful with my stuff–obviously a no no), the LAX agent put the tracker in my carry-on bag knowing full well that the device would show up on any airport security scanner and I would be pulled over and given the Gestapo search.  Did she really think I was a threat or had she used her RFID tags as a passive aggressive way of getting back at me for asking her to be nicer to my stuff?  I will never know.

Within seconds,  I was all over the internet trying to learn more about this RFID tag.  The tracker had a battery-life of three weeks and I could see the expiration date stamped on it which told me it was near its end of life.  I also learned, to my surprise, that the TSA had been using such devices for several years already, and that they were employed to continue tracking suspicious people after passing through airport security.  They thought I was “suspicious” looking?

I showed all my friends the tracking device because I knew no one would believe such a Big Brother thing was actually going on back in 2010.  Internet searches also provided information that there were privacy lawsuits already lodged against our government for using such passenger tracking devices.  From that moment on I had a very bad attitude whenever I went through airport security.  I refused to go through those hands up x-ray devices after learning about the back-scatter radiation and the lawsuits TSA agents were filing when cancer rates amongst them started going up.  And I refuse to go through those new microwave scanning devices.    They still don’t have any long-term studies on what even low levels of direct microwaves have on key human organs.  No kidney pie for me, thank you very much.   I am a big Opt-Out flyer.  I would rather have an intrusive pat-down any day.  I use that time to lecture the female agents patting me down on the health ramifications of being in the presence of such equipment for hours each day (especially if their young and are concerned with fertility).  I figure if I have to endure their pat down, they can hear me out as well.  Take that for passive aggressiveness.

Now after all these years of having to practically strip naked, throw away perfectly good drinkable bottled water, bag 3 oz. liquids, remove even flip flops, wigs and scarfs,TSA_850x677 ditch dangerous nail clippers, cuticle scissors, and making sure every electronic device is in a separate tray, they suddenly change the rules.  They roll out the TSA-Pre Security program.  You can essentially bypass all the security by paying a fee and giving them your fingerprints (quite possibly even your DNA).  They call it a Global Entry card.  But many are finding TSA-Pre already printed on their tickets without having enrolled in this program.  Some are even selected out of long lines to go to the Pre line where you don’t have to shed your shoes and coat, and/or take out all your electronic equipment.  It has some people thoroughly mystified why they have become the “chosen ones.”  Of course, if you ask a TSA agent, they will simply tell you it’s just “random selection.”  More than likely it’s tied to your frequent flyer profile.  So does this mean terrorists are not frequent flyers?  Or that a terrorist might not conveniently make it into the TSA Pre line?  When it comes to the Department of Homeland Security lots of things don’t make sense.  I was once labelled and chipped as a “suspicious person.”  Must have been the crystals.  Yet, in the last six months I have repeatedly being placed in the TSA Pre line.  I didn’t pay to regain back this privilege either.  I’m still schlepping the same amount of equipment as back in 2010, but these days they barely give it a look.  What gives?  I can only hope that this is a sign of saner times ahead.  What I wouldn’t give to still be able to meet or say goodbye to loved at the Gate.  Those were indeed the good old days.

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Being Labeled a Conspiracy Theorist

conspiracy-theorist1No one likes being accused of being a “conspiracy theorist.”  It’s an offending and dismissing label which basically sends the message: “I think you’re an idiot or a crack pot.”  It’s the quickest way to lose a friend, or have them stop talking to you about the things they find important.  In essence, they will shut you out after you have tried shutting them up.  It’s a no-win situation for both parties.

Wikipedia defines “conspiracy theory” as “an explanatory proposition that accuses two or more persons or group, or an organization, of having caused or covered up, through secret planning and deliberate action, an illegal or harmful event or situation.”  According to author and political scientist, Lance deHaven-Smith, this term was invented and came into wide circulation by the CIA to smear and defame people questioning the JFK assassination.  It’s been used ever since, much like President George W. Bush used the term “unpatriotic” for those who questioned the necessity of the Iraq War.

Let’s face it, many once called “conspiracy theories” have turned out to be correct, especially where the government was involved.  Let me list a few of the more famous cover-ups:  Prism, the NSA’s domestic surveillance program (includes spying on everyone, even our allies); Project Paper Clip (allowing illegal entry of famous Nazi scientists and collaborators into the U.S for profit);  the Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment on Afro-Americans; Project MKUltra Mind Control Program; COINTELPRO by the FBI—and the list goes on and on.

Our government and others simply do not tell us everything—especially if it is illegal, unethical or immoral.  Obama promised us complete transparency in his presidential campaign, yet the secrets seem to have gotten worse.  Is it any wonder why more people are becoming “conspiracy theorists.” All we want is the TRUTH.  Cover-ups are a conspiracy against the American people.  Which reminds me…if something is already proven, why do we still call it a conspiracy “theory”?

Several polls, including a Gallup Poll, found that more than 50% of the population believes we have never been told the whole truth about 911, JFK, UFOs, or those infamous weapons of mass destruction that made us invade Iraq.  The banks perpetrate mortgage scams, the Bernie Madoff’s of the world pull off unregulated Ponzi schemes, the insurance companies have conspired to deny legitimate health care claims, the pharmaceutical companies have been known to falsify drug testing data, and we the American people are left to try to figure out what is Truth and what Kathy Bates would so adequately say is “cock-a-doody.”

It’s been my experience that conspiracy theorists generally ask questions when not all the facts add up.  They don’t take everything they read in the news or watch on TV as the gospel truth.  They know they have been deceived before and prefer to dig deeper.  They tend to think of themselves as more critical thinkers.  They know that pertinent information is oftentimes conveniently left out.

In fact, a 2013 study by psychologists Michael J. Wood and Karen Douglas of the University of Kent in the UK, suggests that those labeled “conspiracy theorists,” actually appear to be saner than those who accept the official version of contested events.   They were surprised to discover that it is now more conventional to believe so-called conspiracy comments than conventional ones.  They also found that “anti-conspiracy” believers (especially with regard to 911)  often displayed anger and hostility when trying to persuade the conspiracy theorists that they were wrong.  Wood and Douglas found that the negative stereotype of the conspiracy theorist—as a hostile fanatic wedded to the truth of their own fringe theory—instead more accurately describes the people who defend the official account of 911, not those who dispute it.   I don’t know about you, but this definitely gives one food for thought.

But, here’s the real dilemma.  The sad thing about being labeled a conspiracy theorist is that you often have to put friends into “safe” conversation groups.  I heard two friends recently complain how they can’t discuss spirituality with a certain friend or family member, oftentimes avoid politics with another friend, and are very selective about mentioning ET and/or UFO stories altogether.  The categorization process becomes complicated.  You have to remember which topics you can or cannot talk about with which people.  I myself know I can’t talk about a lot of my interests with my sister, while my brother is totally cool with some pretty off-the-wall stuff.  My bicycling buddy, a Republican in a sea of Democratic friends, also added her own frustration with being labeled a “Republican” in the great “blue” State of California.  “I believe in gay rights, abortion, and a lot of stuff other Republicans don’t!” she complained.   Obviously, she also hates negative labeling.  Yet, the truth is we tend to label when other people’s beliefs make us uncomfortable, or worse yet—threaten deeply held values.

Over the years I have learned it’s always better to say “that’s interesting,” when I don’t agree with someone else’s point-of-view.  That’s especially true if I want to avoid a heated debate.  Sometimes I just listen and say nothing, even though I might have to lacerate my tongue to do so.   On the other hand, I’m sure my beliefs don’t always make others feel comfortable either.  But I must confess–I like people who question the “official story” even if they are  conspiracy theorists.   It tells me their brain cells are robust and no where near atrophy.

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