Quantum Physics & Intelligence of the Cells

I have always loved research. My research has covered religions of the world and spiritual studies and health as it relates to body, mind, emotions and spirit. We’re not just a physical body. We’re multi-dimensional and every cell that makes up our being is an intelligence in and of itself.
I am an educator. My passion for life and living and loving has brought me to this place in my life where teaching is such a joy and pleasure that I know I’ll never retire. To my last breath I’ll share what I love and live each moment doing what I’ve always done. Research and educate.
My medium for money is the healing arts. Under that umbrella there are many facets and having apprenticed with a Cherokee medicine woman for over 25 years, one of those facets of healing is the work of a shaman. Now I’m not saying I am a shaman because it goes against the teachings to do so. But I can tell you that in traveling the worlds you begin to get an understanding of what a shaman does, and also what quantum means and as understanding develops into wisdom you become simply aware. Aware of the many levels of worlds and dimensions that we all live in. Many of us go throughout life being totally unaware of anything beyond these 3 dimensions so it may come as a shock, or at least a surprise, that there are people who travel the dimensions for various reasons.
My reasons are to find out what is behind the obvious. As a researcher, it is my passion to understand things beneath the surface, if at all possible. In some of the work that has crossed my path I have discovered things like muscle has different textures. The heart feels very different from other types of muscle. Bone feels like fine but sharp silica. The aura feels like watery silk. At various times I have helped put these all back together so a person could heal. Grandmother always said that every single cell in the body is an intelligence. I get that. While looking at the size of a hole in a child’s spine at the L-3 level which weakened her legs, I saw it as the size of a beach ball but it was actually a pin sized hole that leaked energy. For that reason I understood that I was only the size of one cell and I was pure intelligence as I understood how to stop the leak.
Quantum physics wasn’t difficult for our ancestors to understand even though they didn’t have colleges back then to teach them. They simply did what came natural to them and jumped into the void and trusted that what they found wasn’t a figment of imagination. Many actually found ways to bring things back with them.
Journeying is recognition of Quantum levels of existence that we have the ability to access. But be aware there are rules and make sure you follow them. Be aware there are dangers and don’t try to go alone. Always have back-up. If you don’t know…ask. Take nothing for granted. Life is a journey that is always more enjoyable when you know and follow the rules of safety.
It was the ancient people who walked this earth and leaped into the void from caves and dwellings made of thatch. These were the ones who traversed the universes and the galaxies and brought back what they learned. Without ever leaving our Earth they traveled and saw all there was to see. Even into the body. Every single body holds all the Universes and all the Galaxies within it. Remember the cells intelligence? One cell. One cell holds all the intelligence of all that exists. And it feels and it moves and it thinks and it is pure intelligence and every cell connects to all the stars in our Galaxy like the webbing of a spider. Spider-mother weaved the worlds.
It doesn’t take long to traverse the galaxies when one knows how to quantum leap into them. Light years don’t mean a thing. There is always talk about wanting to travel into space to visit other planets but people don’t yet get the concept of getting along on this one. I don’t mean just with each other. I mean respect for all of the life here on this planet. Each insect from the tiniest to the biggest is an intelligence unto itself. Do we treat it as such? Each flower, blade of grass, leaf on a tree is another kind of intelligence. Grandmother said that even the fruit screams when it is picked from it’s source. And everything speaks to us if we know how to listen. But that’s another story.




Effects of Poisoning the Land with Pesticides

A few years ago my husband called a pesticide company to come out and spray for termites. They were attacking our home and he said that when the contractor sprayed the house the termites came raining down. I wasn’t there at the time.
I arrived shortly after he sprayed the house and saw him spraying one of the outbuildings. The pesticide he was spraying came down in torrents – like rain. I had a bad feeling.
I love nature’s night sounds. They sound like rattles rattling only very loud and I close my eyes and let the sounds carry me as though I’m floating on a river of sound. I journey on night sounds because it’s the music of the soul and carries me into the dream-time and portals that connect the worlds together. I’m comforted by the music of the night creatures.
So one night, as I lay in bed listening and journeying I fell asleep. About midnight something woke me and I realized it was the sound of complete silence. I panicked and rose out of bed and looked out the window to see something, anything that would be responsible for silencing all of nature. I saw nothing but the light of the moon shadows. I was afraid.
I love the country. Ponds are everywhere in my county. Ponds were the reason I moved to this place. They’re everywhere and almost everyone has a pond on their acreage. I love water. It is my element. Water is life and where there is water, life abounds. I love watching the Great Blue Heron feed on fish, the snapping turtle make it’s way from the pond in the back to the pond in the front with slow, steady progress. The frogs are my favorite. The frogs in the back pond croak and suddenly stop and you’ll listen and hear the frogs in the front pond answering. I often would find frogs in my pool and have to rescue them before we turned on the filter or they’d get caught in it and die.
Now the voices of the frogs could only be heard in the far distance. All of the night sounds moved away and I was devastated. The silence was the loudest thing to be heard at night. It was too much.
When I journeyed into the kingdom of the frog people all of their backs were turned toward me. This was very bad.
Nature stayed silent for four years. I agonized over every season that I had to listen to the silence and hated every minute of it. At the fourth season I said, “No More.” I would journey into the kingdom of the frog people and beg them to return. So that night I asked for guidance and took with me my best companion and we journeyed into the other world to meet with the Frog King. Once again I was met with the backs of the frogs turned toward me. I spoke anyway and told them all how sorry I was that their world had been filled with poison and they had not been respected. I kept talking about how life was not the same since they had gone and that no matter what – pesticides would never be used again as long as I lived upon the land.
Slowly the frogs began to turn toward me and before I could speak another word they were all over me and at my feet all around. I was very glad that my words had touched them and I promised I would keep my word.
That summer the frogs returned to my home and brought back with them the night creatures and their music and I was delighted and relieved to hear their voices once again.