Relative Something

The balance of things swung the other direction yesterday after Thursday’s efforts went so smoothly. Repeated attempts to get a gasket to seal on the filter of our landscape pond were unsuccessful, despite employing my special trick of using dental floss to pull the rubber ring into the groove.

While constructing a second set of pallets for the compost area, I put away a tool in the shop sooner than I should have. I was working on the project down at the hay shed. I needed it later because I had gotten ahead of myself and entirely forgot to rig up one of the end pallets.

Wild weather may have contributed to the disruptions, as waves of severe thunderstorms in the area kept the day from ever being settled. Most of the intensity skirted around us, but we received a quick inch of rain in a very short span of minutes, with a noticeable but insignificant spattering of BB-sized hail.

In the time I remained indoors waiting for the first batch of potential heavy weather to arrive, I immersed myself in videos I found where the creator of “The Telepathy Tapes,” Ky Dickens, was being interviewed by other podcasters. They were enthralled because TTT had become a top podcast.

Host Ross Coulthart of “Reality Check” marveled that filmmaker Ky and neuroscientist Dr. Julia Mossbridge were on the verge of a “new” revelation about telepathy. When I first encountered the remarkable things that Ky’s podcast presents, I felt a similar excitement. However, there have been many different versions of beliefs and understanding about unseen phenomena throughout human history. It is not something new we are discovering. It is ancient ways that have been discounted over time as societies and science have buried precious truths in sometimes misguided attempts to improve life.

The fantastic phenomena described in the two seasons of Telepathy Tapes episodes have a common denominator of love. A pure divine vibration of loving energy that is the foundation of our existence.

It’s as if our search for love has become so muddled that we have lost more love than we have gained. How many shiny things does it take for humans to lose sight of what really matters? Modern science and medical fields appear to be steadfastly resistant to acknowledging possibilities that parents and caregivers are experiencing and witnessing.

Somehow, we need to find a way to infuse that divine love energy back into all facets of scientific and medical studies and practices. We owe it to ourselves because it is the most loving thing we could do for the world.

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