To Earth or Not to Earth! New Hope for modern illnesses, part one.

A High Voltage Society

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 coifed, 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.