Day 17

The Vibration & Sound Frequency of Crop Circles

www.51in51days.blogspot.com is a blog about the journey of getting my life back 

on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 17

I am feeling very zen like today. Not like my usual self at all. I'm usually in my head, thinking things, evaluating things, and uptight. But today, I'm a bit slower, but not in a bad way. In a way of being calm and deliberate. Last night I talked with a friend on the phone right before I went to sleep. She talked to me about a process called Access Consciousness. http://www.accessconsciousness.com/

It's very new agey, and I usually shy away from stuff like that, as well as embrace stuff like that. I'm very conflicted when it comes to new age practices. However, after I was off the phone with her, I began to get very cold and shake, like I had the flu. I could not really get warm all night. I've had this happen before when I've had energy work done on me. It felt very similar. On the phone, though she was not working on me, (though she is licenced) we spoke about very very deep things; ancestral karma, my parents' souls, my life now, and freeing myself of their burden and energies. So our conversation was not light and fluffy. A lot of deep rooted awareness was coming to the surface. Anyway, when I woke up I went to Facebook and came across a video that I found fascinating.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GtiSCBXbHAg

This video is about sacred geometry and the frequency that causes it. It reminds me of the crop circles above. And then on youtube, someone commented that different frequencies created the crop circles. It made perfect sense. That if someone had a frequency/vibrational sound, then the crop circles could be done very quickly and silently if the human ear can't hear the frequency. Just a thought. 

But then I started wondering about frequencies of the human body. And that maybe we are all different frequencies and that's why we all look different. So my frequency is creating how I look, and yours is creating how you look. And Charlize Theron's frequency is creating her look. Damn, why couldn't I have gotten that frequency? All our atoms that make up our bodies are running at a certain frequency or vibration. So our frequency changes as we age to make our appearance look different? I have to look into that.

Charlize Theron and her damn good looking frequency

Then I started thinking about the frequency of the food we eat. And I found out, which I already knew sort of, that every food has a frequency or vibration. And that the pretty rainbow of food below is a very high vibration due to it being alive. And fast food and processed foods are a very low vibration. This also makes total sense to me. When I am depressed and sad, my vibration is low, and what do I want to eat? Crap. Low vibrational food, like burgers and fries, sugary foods, heavy foods like donuts and cake, etc. When I'm feeling happy I want a healthy smoothy made with organic almond milk, grilled fish, and maybe a nice salad with some avocado. My cravings are completely different depending on my mood. When I'm sad I want to punish myself with low vibrational foods because I'm at a low vibration. I know I do this, but I've never examined it quite like this.

The Rainbow of Life?

That's why I was very scared of my friends' ex boyfriend. His frequency was probably very low, and compared to mine, it was unusually frightening since most peoples' frequency probably hover around the same band width, except for maybe someone like Mother Theresa or the Dali Lama who are at a much higher vibration. Hmmm, maybe this is why couples get divorced? The vibration of one of the partners changes? That is something else I have to investigate. 

But as this investigation got deeper into vibration and frequency of the body and everything else,  I realized that  Access Consciousness. http://www.accessconsciousness.com/ has to do with vibration of the body. I feel like I've broken into some access consciousness by being able to look at the world and particularly my behavior differently. But Access Consciousness is where it all began on the phone last night.  What started as a mere friend being there for me when I needed her, opened up my awareness very swiftly, and within less than 16 hours I came full circle, or maybe should I say full crop circle?

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 18 of my blog....

Day 16

Wholesome Goodness

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on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 16

I bought a box of Triscuit last night. I think it's the first time I have done that in 20 years. I don't buy snack crackers, but last night, I had this yearning for cheese and crackers. Swiss cheese to be exact. I had the Swiss cheese and crackers as an appetizer before dinner, prior to my omelet being prepared this morning, and now again for lunch. The box is almost gone. I was eating my Triscuit while I was working on a new short film I wrote. It's an animated 5 minute social commentary comedy. And how it came about is an interesting story.

Just how I remember it

It was the night before Thanksgiving, when I went to have dinner with a few friends. During our stirring conversation, I recalled this idea I've had for over a year. A concept for  a short film. A very short film, what I would call a micro film. It needed to be animated. No dialogue, no voice over,  just animation and some music. Simple enough, but I had not bothered to flesh out the script. However, the next day I get an email from a guy who is an animator. He knows I'm a writer, so he sends me this email asking if I want to collaborate on a film. I will write, he will animate. So, I say, "As a matter of fact I have this very short film, I do need an animator." So we set a date to meet, and in the mean time I flesh out the script and actually finish it. The day comes to meet him, and he stands me up. I emailed him and called him, and nothing. I don't hear from him for a few days. He finally emails me, apologizes and says, he still wants to collaborate. So I write him back, "No worries.  How does next weekend sound?" I don't hear from him for days. A week. Two weeks go by and I feel like the project is dead. Until...

I am on Facebook and I see my friend Daniel online. He coincidentally is also an animator. He created the animation for my first film, Eating Matzoh. I write him a chat message, "How busy are you these days?" The next day we meet for lunch at the Calabasas' Sharkey's.

Over a burrito and a quesadilla, I pitch my short film idea. Fortunately for me, Daniel liked it and said, "I'm in." The two words you always want to hear when you are pitching a project.

The other piece I needed for this film to work was the music. I listened to everything I thought was public domain in my iTunes. I came across this piece of music just titled arrange. I loved it, but it did not sound familiar to me. It did not have a composer's name on it either, so I had no idea where it came from. I emailed Zach the composer for Eating Matzoh, and I write, "By any chance did you compose this?" Within a few minutes I get an email back from him. "Yes, I did."  The music was apparently rejected for Eating Matzoh, but it's perfect for this film. So I now have a completed script, a wonderful animator, and a very talented composer who is graciously letting me use this piece for my new film, all because the original animator who approached me to collaborate flaked. I still have not heard back from him. So the moral of the story is, the flake oddly goosed me into making this film. Without him nudging me, it never would have gotten started. Odd how things happen. At the time he stood me up I was obviously not happy. But in the long run, he did me a huge favor. He got me off my ass. So the next time someone flakes, consider it a blessing. They have just told you a world about them in a short amount of time. A better person wont' stand you up, and in some weird way it just might be the impetuous for something great.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 17 of my blog....

Day 15

Hanukkah Fun

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on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 15

First and foremost Happy Hanukkah. Tonight is the first night of the 8 nights of Hanukkah and I wanted to wish anyone and everyone a Happy Holiday. But I wanted to confess something that I've never told anyone. Growing up Catholic, when I was a little girl, I had big time Hanukkah envy. Oh, my was I jealous of my Jewish friends. You want to drive a Catholic kid crazy, flaunt eight nights of gifts, dreidels, and the chocolate Hanukkah geld right over their nose. It's brutal. And then to add insult to injury, some of my friends' parents even got a Hanukkah bush that looked an awful lot like a Christmas tree. I mean, man oh man, I had nothing on them when they through in the Hanukkah bush. 

The Prized Chocolate Hanukkah Geld

My Christmas day was just one day. And most of the time my parents were too lazy to really get me any presents, so they would just write me a check or give me cash. My mother did not like to cook, so we would go out on Christmas day for Chinese food no less. They were the only restaurants that would be open. Merry Christmas! Nothing says Christmas like a pork egg roll. And then my parents would always fight on Christmas. I'm not sure what about, but it would be something.  Something big. As I got older, my sisters would get into it too. One Christmas I was serving spaghetti on Christmas day. Yes spaghetti. As I got older my mother would attempt a Christmas dinner. It was me and my sisters bringing over a pot luck hodgepodge of food. She and my dad would buy some pies. That would be the extent of it. Anyway, one year my sister spilled a platter of spaghetti all over me. Maybe she deliberately threw it on me, I'm not sure, but I remember it being a mess, and I was very unhappy. No, family holidays were not my favorite. Holidays were just a poor excuse for us to pretend that my family and I wanted to be together. 

One more thing about Hanukkah. I can't say Happy Hanukkah without thinking of Adam Sandler's song, The Hanukkah song. So hear you go.

I will try not to miss anymore blog days on the road to my 51st birthday. Been busy, and trying to be introspective. Those two alone take a lot out of you. I've missed missing my blogs. So I will try to be better.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 16 of my blog....

Day 12

Coyote howling at night

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on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 12

For several nights I've woken up to the howling of coyotes. They sounded very close by. My roommate said he saw them in our driveway. They supposedly come down the mountain forrgaing for food. It was an eerie feeling to awake to their howling. I do beleive when you come across an animal that is not your everyday cat or dog, the animal may be trying to teach you something. I have mentioned this in previous blogs. So I googled coyotes howling...

Coyote is playful as well as skillful.  She reminds us not to become too serious and that anything is possible.  Coyote teaches balance wisdom and fun and shows us how they can go hand in hand.  Through the coyote we can reawaken the child within us, open the intellect
and stimulate our intuition.

Like the coyote we can work with others to get what we want in life, or we can dive into a lake to catch a reflection.  We can send troubles away or invite them carelessly.  When coyote wanders into your life you are being asked to look at something you have been avoiding.  Coyote is our mirror for the lessons we need to learn in order to walk a good sacred road.  It will hold up the mirror 
relentlessly until we finally get the picture. 

Yesterday was quite exhausting, and I still have day 13 to write.  I still have to digest this bit of wisdom, and I think over a cup of coffee might be a good place to start.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 12 of my blog....

Day 11

An African Elephant

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DAY 11

They say an African Elephant never forgets. Well I'm no elephant. 

I actually forgot to do my blog yesterday. I was busy running around  yesterday morning, and then left for Los Angeles for 12 hours and three meetings. I did however remember about the blog around 9:30pm, and told a friend, oh, shit, I have to write my blog when I get home. However, my road home was not a straight shot by any stretch of the imagination. 

My last meeting was in Santa Monica, on 11th and California. So when the meeting was done around 9pm, I drove down to Wilshire Blvd. to catch the 405 before you get into Westwood. This is where the fun begins. The 405 North was closed at Wilshire. So then I jogged up to Sunset thinking I could cut across to the 405 that way. From Wilshire and Gayley to the the time I got on the freeway, (The North Sunset ramp was closed too. The detour was to the Moraga Onramp off of Sepulveda. Or as I like to refer to it as the "Nightmare.")  it took me an hour in bumper to bumper traffic. So I didn't get on the freeway to head back to Ventura County until 10:15pm. So when I got home, I took Lilly for a walk and fell asleep. So for anyone who does read my blog, forgive me for Day 11s absence. 

Yesterday was quite exhausting, and I still have day 12 to write. I think I need a cup of coffee.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 12 of my blog....

Day 10

The old Taxis I loved as a kid in NYC

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on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 10

I am still feeling a little under the weather from something that happened on Saturday night. Let's just say I went to a meeting, and ended up getting used as a taxi service. This experience left me deflated, and that is why I was unable to write yesterday. I was really down. However, it got me to thinking about something someone said to me. Well I've heard it several times actually. "When people speak to you, it's the universe speaking through them." So I pondered that. The universe wanted me to chauffeur this woman around? Possibly. So the universe wanted me only to go to this meeting to assist her, with no gain for myself, just to drive an hour one way and waste several hours while this woman tricked me into to being her taxi? Again, possibly. But if so, then the universe speaks through people in some really horrendous ways. And being a taxi service on a Saturday night is the least of them. 

Talking about this subject, why bad things happen to people, is a sore subject for me. Many of my friends who subscribe to new age philosophy say the universe is teaching me a lesson. However, what about those people who live in third world countries who starve to death? That is some hard lesson. Or what about a bunny rabbit that gets devoured by a mountain lion? I mean Jesus, I guess the universe is saying "We don't need your cuteness around here anymore." CRUNCH. I mentioned all the poor and wonderful animals in US shelters that get put down daily from no fault of their own. I was told that the animals that die are teaching us a lesson. Really? Easy to say when you're not the dog being euthanized. I was even told that, "The Jews who died in WWII were being taught a lesson." I mean come on? I think it's more likely that Hitler was a sadistic mad man, and the human race is capable of some real mean shit. My philosophy or questions don't go over very well with New Age people. They tell me that everything that happens to me is my own fault. I created it. Really? I have power over time and space? No I don't. So the victims in the 2009 Tsunami created that? I really don't think so. Or the victims on 9/11 created it? They were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. The universe is chaotic and beautiful all at once, and in my opinion, by the grace of God go I.

Oh, yes, and speaking of God, I've also been told I am God. No to that also. I am created by God, I agree. And apart of God and the Universe. I'll agree to that too. But I'm not God. I can connect with God on some level and feel his presence in my physical form with my luminous light body. (Please refer to Day 7 of blog for more on luminous light body) That I'll agree to also.  But I am not God. Sorry.

The under belly of the food chain. Big bear trumps cute and cuddly.

Take a look at nature. It's beautiful and lovely, but it's also down right brutal. Shit happens and it's not because you thought a negative thought, or the cute bunny thought a negative thought. Shit happens, plain and simple. Their are predators in nature just like there are in the human race. It's the way the universe works. All you have to do is look at the food chain and see both sides of the universe.

To me it's the yin and yang of life. Good and bad. I've also been told there is no good and bad, there just is. I don't subscribe to that either. I've been told that good and bad only exists due to the ego being judgemental. Then I am guilty. There might be a scale as far as where things land vibrationally, however there are things that I would describe as evil and wicked. The crimes of Hitler as mentioned above as being one of them. But in my opinion wicked and evil happens every day in the world.  This idea of no bad or good, there just is, is really ridiculous to me. The people that say that have never really had anything bad happen to them. I've also been told that death is beautiful. Well maybe it is. It is part of nature, and I totally accept that. But when it is taken from you, then maybe the circumstances of death are not beautiful, then they might be downright wicked.

PET OR MEAT? It really depends on your vantage point

But being God and knowing why bad things happen to good people, is not something I can subscribe to. That's a mystery. Anyone who tells you otherwise is guessing and in my opinion believing something to make themselves feel better. Thinking that you control your destiny and that the universe is not chaotic and scary is a way to feel safer and more secure. Thinking you can get hit and killed by a bus tomorrow just because, is really not a calming thought. Bad things do happen to good people. I know they've happened to me. And I really don't think the cute cuddly bunny had anything to do with looking like a tasty snack to their predator. I don't think the bunny created it. It's the way the world works, and if you happen to be born a cute cuddly bunny, then you just may be shit out of luck if a preditor is hungry and seeing you between two slices of bread. And that is just a fact.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

Until tomorrow and Day 10 of my blog....

Day 9

Says it all today

www.51in51days.blogspot.com is a blog about the journey of getting my life back 

on track in the 51 days leading up to my 51st birthday on January 13, 2013.

DAY 9

This morning is not a good morning. I'm having trouble keeping my motivation up for anything today.

Nothing much to say.

Elissa is a freelance writer & graphic designer somewhere in Los Angeles.

P.S.

I could not play tennis with John today or yesterday due to the rain that has lasted all week long. I will try again next Saturday. I will keep you posted.

Until tomorrow and Day 10 of my blog....