Science and Positive Thought.... measuring the current

Sunday is exploration day for our family. We have gotten into the habit since coming over to the UK to be tourists AT LEAST on Sundays.
Well, today we went to a local Windmill in the middle of the city. It was quite phenomenal, especially as it mills its own flour and we can buy it for a very good price. But that is not the purpose of this blog post… far from it. I need to tell you about a rather extraordinary discovery we made.
Beside the Windmill is a Science Centre that has a lot of great hands on displays. One of the displays was called The Human Battery. Basically it was an electricity reader thing-jig (my dad will probably tell me the technical name after he reads this-LOL), a small sheet of copper and beside it, a sheet of aluminium. You place one hand on each sheet and a current is created, the reader measures your current.
Neat, right?
Now I’m really not good at science and electricity has always evaded me. However, I was intrigued when our children did the test and their current hit 100, while my husband and I registered at a mere 50. At first my husband exclaimed “we’re dying” and images of flickering lightbulbs went through my head.
However, then we started to think a bit more about it and we decided to put it to the test. Here’s when the phenomenon takes place… and why it belongs in a Spiritually Aware Blog.

I tried the test again, only this time I tried to focus on something. I’d noticed that, although I’d been enjoying the displays, my mind was fragmented; I was neutral, just kind of going through motions, thinking random, scattered things. Therefore, my reading had been pretty neutral. So I focused more, I imagined a moment in time that made me feel wonderful, I put effort into feeling positive. I put my hands on the sheets, and it hit 75. My current was stronger. I was still distracted… 3 children, (one 2 years old) in a science centre… I was going to be distracted… but still it moved.
My husband joined me, he’d been watching a movie on the Windmill and had found himself focused and happy as he’d really enjoyed it. He immediately, with that sense of jiving, tried the test and he hit 90.
So… we said… let’s get this straight. If we are electrical, vibrational beings than a current flows through us, but our thoughts have a direct link to how strong of current we create.
We decided on further tests. My husband’s brother, who had also scored a measly 50 at first, decided to focus on lying on the beach in Spain…. Boom he hit 80.
My husband played with it. He put focus on something he hated… purposely made himself feel awful… and his reading dropped to 40. With his hands still on the sheets of metal, he changed his thought direction focusing on that wonderful feeling of jiving. He focused on Feeling that great swell in your stomach when something really connects you, he focused on joy and feeling good…. The needle went straight to 100.
It’s about feelings not thoughts. Focusing our thoughts create the feelings, but creating the feeling is the goal. Feelings are what create the energy/electricity within us. We don’t need an electricity reader to make the connection for the energy is always flowing through us, around us, connecting and affecting everything in our lives. The reader just lets us know when we hit it.
It becomes understandable how the Law of Attraction works with this example. The law of attraction picks up on the feeling space/energy/electricity we are sending out and creates more of the same. If we hold ourselves at a 100 reading, or even 75, we will be attracting a more than neutral result. We will be awake to the moment and creating positive moments through the day.
So, why did all three of our children reach 100 without even refocusing?
Children live in the moment. It’s often us as parents who put the “should do’s” or “maybe’s” in their path. Our children were jiving, in the moment, focused on being in fun surroundings, trying out new things. The brain chatter which unfocuses us as adults didn’t touch them. Funny to think that we feel we need to teach them spiritual truths, isn’t it?
There’s a lot of stuff on the internet about the Human Battery. However, I don’t know how many people have done the positive thought test. I’d be curious to find out. But for me it was yet another proof that living positively works to create better days and that I still have a far way to go to silence my chatter brain. I will work on living in focus, and not getting distracted by worry or feeling rushed and stressed.
I get tempted to go out and buy sheets of metal and an electric reader, but really I think I know what I need to do. Take a few moments within the day, every day, to create that wonderful glow within, that sense of relief as I connect and feel good.
I think I’ll know when I hit 100.

(I'd like to credit the photo to http://quickshipmetals.com/blog/2009/10/29/the-human-battery/, as I forgot to charge up my camera today... yes it was out of batteries. How ironic!)

Music, Movies, Books and The Law of Attraction

Two blogs in two days! Unbelievable, I know, but I had to share a problem I’m having with everyone on here.
I picked up a book. I know, it doesn’t sound like a problem, but in truth I am a compulsive reader and when I read I enter the book so entirely that I don’t really notice much else. I may have a score of things to do, but putting a book down is often a huge obstacle for me. It doesn’t help that the book I picked up, finding it at the library on yet another one of our visits, is Ink Heart, a story where the characters literally do come to life. (For anyone who saw the movie, I suggest reading the book… if you want to be carried away and as distracted as I am.)
I always forget how involved I get in a book. It creeps up on me, as I flip through the crisp pages, just as in Inkheart, the characters call to me, asking to tell me their story.
Alright, so now I’m really rambling, right. But I do have a point to this, honest.
Due to this pull into the literary world, I have to be very careful what books I pick up. If I enter a world, I want to make sure it will be the right feeling space to live in for a bit. Oh sure, Ink Heart has its shady characters (downright nasty) and it has its suspense etc, but its exciting, its adventurous, its exhilarating. It’s just what I felt like really. But have you ever wondered how books, movies, music, computer games, etc affect our attraction point?
If the Law of Attraction responds directly by how we feel, recognizing the vibration of it and offering more of the same, what about all those vibrations we immerse ourselves in through various media? It’s a powerful thought. Almost scary to look at really.
Now I’m not saying I’m going to attract fictional characters coming to life, and I’m not expecting things to change if I read out loud, but the essence of a book can carry you away and linger with you still even after you’ve put it down. A sense of adventure, a sense of fun, or the unexpected. How often do we watch a movie and can’t get it out of our heads? We discuss them over and over, reliving the scenes as we go. What about sad movies, tragedies, war or lost loves? Do those create sadness within us that we carry around even after it’s over?
It’s just an interesting thought, and something to be aware of for us and our children? What are the feeling spaces put into the house by television? How about music?
My husband has been a songwriter for years and when we got into the concepts of being spiritually aware he started to look at music differently. He looked everywhere for something to raise our vibration, to lift us up and act as a positive attraction point. Just some CD to put on in the car that would make the time creative. For when we are distracted by something positive and focus on it, when we just relax in feeling good for a bit, our whole attraction point changes and shifts to that. Supposedly it takes 17 seconds to make a shift in a feeling space and 68 seconds of that focus will alter the Law of Attraction in our lives. 68 seconds?! Think how long a movie is…. Wait… or a book? Uh-oh.
We put it to the test for a long time. When we play my husband’s songs in the car, we all feel great. I couldn’t believe the effect it had on our son, even when he was a lot younger than now. He sensed the joy, the appreciation… I watched him feel better and better and better, once we tried playing something else and he burst into tears.
It’s crazy I know, but when you think about it, it makes sense. How often does a song go through our heads, without even noticing it? If the lyrics are upsetting, or the tune depressing, that is going to flow through us, same as replaying a movie in our heads over and over. The media we put into our lives and our family’s lives, literally creates our days on a feeling space level. It’s the same for our children too. Its vital for us to be aware of everything from the feeling space of, story books, Dora the explorer, to what music we play in the car.
Now knowing this… why am I still reading Inkheart? Well, I seem to be excited to read it… its pretty thrilling…. And the feeling space of it is based in beauty….
Actually as I think about it… I think I’ll go read just another chapter, while the house is quiet.

Jeff Fletcher’s music is available through his website www.jefffletcher.ca or through Amazon, Itunes and other online music shops...

Laughter... always the best medicine

Lately, our children and I have gotten into the habit of taking a walk into the town after lunch. Their father usually has to do some work, and it’s nice to give him the quiet house to do it in. Also, by then even homeschooled children get antsy. So down to the village we go, chatting away. It’s wonderful. We have no serious agenda, no rush to get anywhere, just walking, talking and staying connected in each other’s company.
We decided to go to the library today, and then after that went to the playground a little bit further on. When we arrived at the playground, I have to admit, I was slightly put off.
This is going to sound horrible, but I don’t mean it to be. When we arrived I noticed that there were some kids hanging around. A few of them were quite older, and they were on the toddler slide, getting the younger children to pull grass up and cover the slide in it. Not only did I not like the feeling of the park as we entered, but I felt slightly annoyed as our little boy LOVES that slide and because of everyone hanging around it and using it in other ways, he couldn’t go on it. But still, I refocused, and played with him on the various other things and I watched our daughters with pride as they went to the neat swing thing at the other side of the playground.
As a homeschooling family, I find it interesting how our daughters relate to other children. Anyone you talk to about homeschooling seems to bring up socializing, but for our daughters this isn’t an issue. Whereas I was watching the rough looking kids rather warily, our daughters chatted to them a bit and then played with their usual gusto and joy. They spun their dolls on swings and laughed with pure connection. They didn’t seem to give a care about the other children, they didn’t mind what others thought of them or their games. They were there to play and no matter what the feeling of the park was today, they were going to play to their hearts content.
Our daughters’ laughter echoed through the park and it dawned on me that that was what had been missing from the park when we arrived. These other children had been “playing”, but the fun element wasn’t there. They might have been having a great and imaginative game as they scattered grass all over the slide, but because there was no laughter, no sense of fun, the game appeared destructive rather than creative. It appeared to be aimless.
As our daughters laughed and played, a shift occurred. One of the other children left the group around the slide and stood watching our daughters play. There was a wistfulness there and she was soon asking to join in with them. They were thrilled and soon were being swung and spun around by the new girl. Others joined them, and whereas before I felt overprotective and guarded, I found myself drifting with our son over to the other side of the park, just to give our daughters some space with their new friend. Actually, to give them some space to create magic.
The playground felt totally different soon afterwards. Our daughters had shifted the atmosphere and when we left the other children were laughing and playing about, without the lost, aimlessness that was there before.
I talked about it with them afterwards. I congratulated them on staying true to themselves, no matter what others were doing, and how by holding on to themselves and staying true to that, they had shifted reality for others. We also talked about walking into a group and if we don’t feel true to ourselves the groups feeling space could interfere with our own.
So often we want to offer spiritual truths to our children, but there’s nothing more complete than when it comes organically out of a day. A small moment in time can provide opportunity to make a difference and to provide tools of a lifetime. It’s being aware of it and seizing it.
I was struck on the walk home how laughter can make such a difference. I love walking with our children, as I’m distracted from the usual day to day chores and have time to laugh with them and to talk with them. Their eyes sparkle when we laugh together and I watched today how that sparkle carried through to other situations and social interactions.
Children, like all of us, are powerful beings. Our power lies within being ourselves, yet so often we get distracted, side tracked, by focusing on other people’s opinions or reactions. The fact that our daughters stayed true to who they are, and to the sense of play and laughter we had set up the moments before, made me realize that no matter how hard we try to protect them, its that sense of inner truth that protects them the most. As with that they can never go wrong.
The children we met today will be at the park again tomorrow and our daughters have asked to play with them. I think I’m always up for another walk.

Our little boy's growing up...

I want to talk about our little boy. Well, that’s usually the case really. He’s at that delightful age where he’s learning new things and exploring more than ever before, looking as cute as could be. But this Friday he turns 2 and I find myself reflecting on him, on life, and on spiritually aware parenting.
It’s been an interesting past few months. From a life of routine at home, our little farm boy was use to chickens, goats, cats and helping with the chores that went along with them. He had a steady expansion, wanting to try things out, trying them out and adding them to a list of “good at” grown up things he loved to do. Then we visited my parents’ house for 6 weeks, and his life became confusing. Still he managed to rise to the occasion and try things out, playing away in his glorious way. He knew life was unsettled, he could feel the stress of travel and upheaval looming, but still, with a little distraction from us, a little reminder of the fun in the world, and he was back to jiving along.

However, as many of you know, we’ve been in England for the past month now. Apart from hating the plane ride, our little boy did alright embracing adventure when he first arrived, but now, now I fear expansion is ready to occur again. He’s tried so many things out, and loves his new independence that keeps emerging. However I find that since we don’t have many toys about, and not a big back yard at our city house where we are staying, he’s getting frustrated with his limitations. Worse than that, he keeps exploring wherever he can and often this can be somewhere he really shouldn’t. He feels our “no’s” so much stronger now, and he is becoming more and more determined to do as he wishes. The art of distraction isn’t as easy as it once was.
I sat with our little lad tonight, and chatted with him. Although he can hardly speak yet, he always manages to get his opinion known. I told him that we would play more together, and he agreed. Since arriving in the UK it’s been one thing after the other, and our little boy has been moved along for the ride. He needs his one on one play time. He needs focus, connection.
Yes, that’s it. He’s been disconnected over the last couple of weeks. Oh, I’ve been so impressed with his determination to jive, at his looking for play, but in truth he’s teething and experiencing life too fast and it feels off to him, he looks for things to getting him back on and when we say no… oh he feels it so much more than before.
So yes, it’s his birthday on Friday. His sisters have chatted with him about it, he’s overheard conversations about it… yet another thing to chuck him out of connection and wonder about, feeling that life is out of control.
I’ve written a lot about birthdays and celebrations for the under 3s. It’s a confusing thing to them, and for Friday I think I’ll be taking it as slow as ever. He’ll get his toy kitchen as we’ve planned. He fell head over heals in love with one in the library. We’ll let him play, play with him and then maybe take him to see some cows. I’ll take the time to reconnect with him and help him reconnect himself. Rather than being a chaotic time that will disconnect him more, it will be my goal to help make him feel himself, in everything he is and has grown to be.
One last thing, it’s been an interesting thing watching our little boy feel disconnected and look for ways to connect. Lately, he’s been nursing more and more. Whereas he was pretty much weaned a few weeks ago, suddenly he wants me all the time. I never expected to be breastfeeding a toddler, but now it makes so much sense. This is his biggest contrast yet, and when he nurses, he calms, he focuses, and as if in meditation, he connects. It’s amazing to watch. However, whereas he loved to nurse himself to sleep, now with his new expansion in place, he cuddles in my arms and rolls over, falling asleep with his back to me, but knowing I’m right beside him.
As always, I will use this birthday of our darling to reflect on him and life as his mother.
I love that lad, and he’s brought such joy in all our lives. I love his sense of fun, his joy in life and in exploration. I love the sparkle in his eyes and the fun that shines out, all around him. I love his comprehension, his ideas, his games. I love every curl on his head and every bounce in his step. He’s made me a better mother and he’s made our family, and our home so much better for being here. Sigh, I can’t imagine life without him.
And in that wonderful state of appreciation, I think I’ll call it a night. After all, I have a little boy to play with in the morning.