I bumped into this channel on youtube and thought it might be of interest to others. The person claims to be producing a visual realtime wormhole from his bedroom to the state of AZ via generating 525 HZ.
I can't say if I believe it or not. Meaning I don't know or can't tell if this is faked or not. That said, I think we often in modern times create with tech 1st what we can do ourself (claimed by shaman and Buddhists) without tech bec we believe more in the physical than in our mental/spiritual capability.
Seeing at a Distance has been verified by our USA military who studied people who can do this like the well known Ingo Swann. For example, asked to describe what is at a certain location and he does descibe in detail even if hidden by the military, a thousand miles away.
Still, this video is interesting as I believe we can create tech that reproduces what we are capable of doing without tech. The first attempt might be a CGI. Next real tech achievement. Then being able to see at a distance without tech. That is, our natural ability to see at a distance.
Check it out at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgUfopXqDOg&app=desktop
Soon we won't have many records kept by hand. This is my tattered log of all my paintings in oil begun back in 1968 when I began painting at the Art Students League in NYC, my teacher painter Rudolf Baranik.The front and back covers of the log have detached and for some reason I wrote in pencil that by now you can see is very light which is why I decided to create a list on my computer. Once started the project grew to noting details surrounding creating the paintings, sources of inspiration, where I painted them, and elements in the paintings to insure indentification. Memories attached to all of them. Upsetting however to find that my younger self had signed early paintings only with initials! And later did not sign the front of many paintings! I always found signing a nuisance and never thought I might be letting them go out into the world without being signed. I plan to publish a book of the paintings so as to have a record. Wish I'd been a bit neater! Heat of the moment must have interfered. :)
Some of you know me as a writer, some as a painter...Some here are family, some we went to high school together, some I've never met face to face but have been connected on FB for years. I thought to share with all of you what is on my mind today.....Today, I am nearly 99% decided that I must give up my 2 rented storage spaces home to over 150 of my oil paintings. I have another 60 in another space but at no cost. However those storage rooms cost $400 a month and I feel I can no longer justify this cost to myself anymore. Never could really. What breaks my heart is that I will just let go of the storage spaces and after 3 months of nonpayment they will auction off the paintings. I won't know who they will go to. Many early paintings are unsigned. I painted for more than 45 years. And these last few days I'm not writing because I'm creating a list based on my log book kept since 1968 when I began painting in oils (I'd drawn from early childhood). And as I type up title, date, descriptio, where I painted them and so on to make sure they are identified my life in NYC flashes before me. I was in 6 shows in NYC. Got the attention of 3 important galleries. Sold some paintings. But the two most promising shows in the best galleries were plagued by first a Wall Street dip just before one show in Tribeca at White Columns where I was one of 10 painters chosen from 50,000 world wide. The second show in an upper East Side Madison Avenue gallery opened the day the Iraq war began. Luck always plays some part. There are some paintings I can say, yes, go out into the world. Others I would love to keep but have no room for. A very few I will bring home. I could have bought a home with what I've spent on paint, gesso, canvas, stretchers, brushes, and storage over the years. But I don't regret. This is part of what I am. Part of my small mission on earth. So currently creating my list and then will convert all slides to digital, quite a labor intensive process, however then, at least, I will have a record of my life's work. Just thought to share here. . . . Have to say feeling a bit depressed. Letting go is hard.
Just so you know, I will be publishing my Urban Fantasy books as Jacqueline Martin & non-fiction shorter pieces as Jacqueline Stigman.
FRANKENSTEIN: TIME TRAVELER will begin releasing soon in 10 Episodes available as eBooks, by yes that's me, Jacqueline Martin. In fact, my dad was adopted by the Stigmans and his last name was originally Martin, so using Martin as my pen name was an easy choice.
Will begin releasing the episodes soon. Stay tuned.
Busy getting them all together. So will be back when good to go.
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The Power of The Heart - A True Story is my personal account of an unlikely and extraordinary experience I share hoping it may be a comfort to anyone who has lost someone they love.
When I learned from a stranger that my long lost father died seven years before, and I felt like my heart was being ripped from my body as I sobbed, missing him and grieving that we hadn't had a chance to say goodby - something happened. At first, puzzling, strange, then wonderful, and healing. I can't explain what happened, although I try to. It happened in the early 1990's, and since then I've only told family and close friends. Until now.
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