Goddess of Frequency


(…continued from The Signature of a Rock Star)

If I were a goddess (or superhero)  who could choose her own powers, I would want to be the Frequency Goddess—able to manipulate resonant frequencies and move the hearts, minds, and bodies of all those around me.  My weapon of choice would be a cool looking guitar, hooked up to some killer amps.  I would shred the hell out of hell.  I would scream my lungs out in a perfectly pitched vocal stream-of-consciousness, and from my guitar, I would send powerful waves reverberating through the universe!



Yes! (…does happy dance)

As a goddess, I would need to cultivate a powerful image of my awe-inspiring strength and prowess.  I would have to look the part.  After all, even saints need a halo around their heads to be identifiable amongst the normal riff-raff—-so too must a goddess.  Glamour is a very important part of godhoodedness.  Nobody wants to see an ordinary, run-of-the-mill, lazy bum goddess, doing her normal thing and living a normal life.  Everybody wants to see that big-screen image of the beautiful and the powerful superhero, with rays of light emanating from her body.  I would need to project the ultimate image of coolness to the world, so that image would be preserved to maintain the glow of godhood.

In reality, looking and acting cool all the time leaves one with very little time and energy to do the real superhero/godly work.  To be a more effect Frequency Goddess, I would probably have to look more like this:


…which is hilarious considering I’m staring at a computer screen all day long as I do my research and my writing.

In any case, the most expedient method of controlling frequency would be via a powerful computer which would be in direct communication with various frequency stations.  In this manner, all the various absolutely monotonous and mind-numbingly dull methods and maintenances of frequency control would be relegated to a super-computer, one who does not need to eat, sleep, or go potty.  With all the boring details attended to by the ever-efficient binary mind, this Frequency Goddess can go do her nails and hair to look the part of the glamorous superhero that she is.

The powers of a Frequency Goddess would encompass the entire bandwidth of frequencies.  What kind of goddess would I be if I could only handle ones that could be heard or seen?  However, I wouldn’t need to manipulate ALL the frequencies all the time.  That would be overkill and so very elementary.  After all, every single problem does not need to be pounded by a hammer.  The power of a goddess is refined and finely tuned, and she would expend only the necessary amount of energy to finish the job—no more, no less.

For most jobs, I would only transmit at frequencies between five and fifteen cycles per second, and I wouldn’t have to be any more accurate than to three decimal places.


This amount of power is enough to influence every dynamic electromagnetic activity on the face of the earth.  I would be able to influence global weather patterns, human thought, and in that manner, I would be able to influence human behavior.  How can this low bandwidth do all that?  The one-word answer would be ‘leverage’.

If I were familiar with the principles of the Tao (which, by this point in my evolution towards godhood, I will have grasped with a certain degree of aptitude—or in other word, eptitude, from which I would be heaped upon, all manners of vulgarity for having used a word that does not exist), I would understand how the yin and the yang work in relationship with each other.  I would utilize the raw energies all around me and manipulate them at will, and the closest source of energy would be the world that I find myself standing on—Mother Earth.  Let me tell you something brother, the man who does not understand Earth magic deserves to have his testicles demagnetized.  Just a touch of the right frequency at the appropriate area and that will do the trick quite nicely…

Anyway, I digress…

Earth, with a mass of 1 M (or 5.97219 × 1024 kg, for those who are not mathematically-challenged) is a gigantic electrical generator which spins around two magnetic poles.  Once I magnify the frequency emanating from Earth and then apply the appropriate resonant frequencies, I can tap into unlimited amounts of energy.  There are various methods for magnification, but did I tell you that the Frequency Goddess is a bit of a lazy bum?  I believe wholeheartedly in the ‘conservation of energy’ principles of the Universe.  No need to invent some fancy schmancy tool to do the trick.

seishounenRemember that rockstar Basalt?  I would simply use whatever old rock I find laying around which could hold the resonance frequency.  Basalt is plentiful, and has plenty enough quartz within it, spread out in equal parts, to do the trick nicely.

Then, I would direct my resonant frequency of choice at said basalt rock, which would be perched at some precise predetermined point on the earth’s surface.  I wouldn’t even bother with the hard work of assemblage.  I could simply scrounge around and use whatever’s been lying around for ages, like maybe a few of those musty old pyramids all over Egypt and the Americas.  Of course, I’d have to replace some of the capstones, as a few of them seem to have been cracked, or even completely gone missing, which reminds me of the last time when something major happened, the capstone on the Washington Monument got cracked.  Light touch, people.  We’re not wrestling wild hogs here.

Any way, I could probably even use some decrepit old derelict like—hmm—oh say, Nan Madol.  It would work because there is so much basalt conveniently aggregated there.  Its sister site Insaru, on the other hand, is a pathetic derelict—its once magnificent skeleton, picked over and scattered far and wide, turned into construction materials and gravel roads.  Of course, this would mean having to rebuild the Nan Madol walls to its former height of around 25 feet with rocks between five and twenty-five tons (roughly the size of a garbage truck each).  It’s not too hard a job for the Frequency Goddess.  All I would have to do is resonate that 25 ton boulder at 1012 hertz and woosh!  Up it goes.

Once the basalt is in place, I simply add the specific frequency needed to do the job (without cracking the capstone, thank you very much) .  This would cause the strategically-perched basalt to vibrate naturally.  Increasing the amplification would increase the force with which it vibrates until the desired effect has been achieved, ie. shutting down power to an entire city (even a country, depending on how widely linked the system is), or causing a targeted localized earthquake to occur.  I could even make hale stones appear in the middle of July!

hail2 Feet of hail blankets Santa Rosa, New Mexico – July 3, 2013

(…to be continued)

Bands of Gold


I am in a space that is void of any visual stimulation.  It is not dark, but neither is it light.  It is mostly…foggy.  Grey mist swirls all around me but the temperature is not too cold, not too hot.  It is just empty space that I am hovering in.

There is someone next to me.  I think he is male, but I cannot be sure.  I know that he is here to teach me something important.  A monk appears in front of me.  He is in lotus position, eyes closed.  He looks almost transcended.  The being next to me tells me that this monk is to be feared and that he is going to to something very bad to me.  The being wants to know how I can defend myself.

I regard the monk carefully.  Aside from a slow, almost imperceptible opening of his eyelids to look at me, the monk has not moved a hair.  He does not seem scary in the least.  How am I suppose to defend myself against a man who does not look threatening and has not even attempted to do anything to threaten me?  I am quite perplexed, not sure if I am suppose to feel fear, and not sure what to do next.

The being continued to study my reaction to the monk.  I decided to just jump into the deep end and try something…anything.  After all, I can’t just stay frozen with indecision forever.  Either I do it right or I do it wrong, but at least I had to do something.

Now, having been a scaredy cat for the last few times I’ve had dreams like this one, I decided just to not think about my fear and go ahead with what I think I should do.  Since he was suppose to be the bad guy and harbor bad intentions towards me, I decided that the best thing to do was to send some power waves towards him, in the hopes that it was powerful enough to conquer fear and hate and anger.

Reaching inside myself, I found that I had to scramble around to find the exact wave with which to align my wavelength with.

gold wavelength

I ran up and down the scales until I found the right one, a bright golden shining band of waves that radiated outward from the mid region of my torso.  Unfortunately, I could not cast the waves outward towards him because the waves dissipated within a matter of inches from my body.  I needed extra help.

I concentrated with more intensity, trying to call forth from within, some way that I could utilize to cast the golden wavelength towards the monk.


“Find your Bodhisattva.”  The being said to me.

“Find my what?”  I think back at him in confusion.  I may be a decent human being, but I sure as heck am no Bodhisattva.  I do too many things that would be considered on the slippery side of being straight and narrow.

“Find your Bodhisattva within you.”

I shrugged.  Nothing to lose.  I called inside me.  “Hey, you!  Bodhisattva!  Come on out.  I need your help.  HELP!!!”

For a moment, nothing happened.

Well, this wasn’t working out too well.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to imagine what a Bodhisattva would look like and all I could think of was some old image from a wall hanging in an Asian grocery store that I saw recently.


Something like this.

“Good.”  The being said.

I opened my eyes, and surprise!  I could see this same image that I created in my mind’s eye, hovering above me.  The only difference was, the face was not some otherworldly being.  The face was mine!  That was me!  My Bodhisattva face winked at me and grinned with mischief.  It occurred to me that it was so strange to see my mischievous monkey face on the body of such a supremely serene being, but there it was, and I could not argue with the fact that I was embodying a Bodhisattva.

Oh well, probably a one time loaner.

Then, two other beings appeared and floated next to my Bodhisattva self, one on each side, and down at my level.  Those two beings looked like me too, only not so grand as the Bodhisattva.  I had no clue how they got there—probably body guards to make sure I don’t break the real Bodhisattva’s figure with my clumsiness.  I remembered thinking…”Oh, so this is what they mean when they say, Father, Son, and Holy Ghosts.  I was the ‘son’, the Bodhisattva was the ‘father’, and one of the body guards was ‘holy’, the other ‘ghost’.  I could dig a trinity.  It made sense (except this wasn’t a trinity.  This was a quadrity (does that word even exist?).

Any way, they sank down to the same level where I was sitting, and between us, we formed a triangle, with the Bodhisattva at the center top…sorta like a four-sided Pyramid-shaped structure.

“Good.  Now, engage your enemy.”  The guide told me.

I shrugged.  Nothing to lose, right?  I had no clue what I was suppose to do next, but I knew that I had gotten the correct wavelength.  It was the first thing I was sure about.  I looked at the monk, who was now looking less and less scary and more and more pitiful.  I really didn’t want to blast him with anything that might hurt him.  He seemed so gentle.  Yet, this being is making me do this, so I had no choice.

I grabbed the radiating bands of golden wavelength and began casting it in his direction.  This time, with my body-double Bodhisattva above me, and the two body guards next to me, together, we were able to direct the aim at the monk.

Suddenly, I could see his heart chakra.  Suddenly, I could see the waves he was propagating outwards in random frequencies.  He didn’t know how to isolate a single wavelength, as I could so easily.  He kept meandering from one wavelength to another.  There were a few areas where some possible negative wavelengths were emanating.  I knew I could fix this.  Suddenly, it came to me in a flash, and I knew what I could do—what I had to do.

I merged my wavelength with his.  Wherever his wavelength faltered, I bolstered it until it became evenly matched with mine.  I maneuvered towards the area where a few small bands of negative frequencies were still hovering about.  With laser precision, I targeted that area and cleared it out.  All of a sudden, he was pulsing and radiating bands of gold at the exact same frequency I was pulsing out at him.  Now, I didn’t have to do anything else.  All I had to do was keep my pulses steady and clear, and his pulses were able to match mine.  The monk opened his eyes and smiled.

At that moment, there was a…I can’t describe it any better than a bubble burst of a fairy bubble.  The image dissipated as if in a dream, and I awoke back into this side of reality.

Just like that, it was over.

I was like…”Dude!  Not yet!  I want to know what happens next!  Did I do the right thing?  Did I learn that lesson correctly?”  But of course, there were no answers for me.  It was all I could do to just hang on to the fragments of that dream and to record my thoughts down quickly before the frail threads vanish.

I still have no clue what the lesson is suppose to be all about.  Perhaps when I re-read this posting, years from now, I can gain some understanding of it all.  I am hoping that I get to meet the being again another night so I can learn something new.

Maybe tonight…




Solid State of Sound


What does sound look like?

That sounds like something a blonde Taobabe would ask.  Any rational thinking being’s first impulse would be to say, “You can’t see sound waves, Blondie.  You can only hear them; that’s why they are called sound waves.  If you could see them, they’d be light waves.  Get it?”

And the blonde Taobabe would nod her head in rueful concession of a higher power of intellect and go on her merry way.  Of course, as she is walking away, the answer spins around her blonde head and it really doesn’t make much sense either.  The answer given is problematic too.  You see, as a child, I was told that sound waves and light waves were part and parcel of the same huge energy wave, and when it passes through us, we are only able to pick up a fraction of the wave frequency itself.  It amazed me back then how much truth and light and information we were missing from our own reality, and it amazes me still, to this day.

electromagnetic chart

That tiny fraction of frequencies we are able to sense, we experience as solid matter, sights, sounds, and even buzzing vibrations that reverberate through our bodies and make our teeth rattle.  The rest of that massive volume of wave frequency simply does not exist to us because to our poor, limited senses, we cannot see, smell, taste, touch or feel them.

The speed at which the signals arrive at us differs depending on the frequency.  Higher frequencies arrive first.  The larger-amplitude oscillations arrive later.  Anything that is so slow as to register as solid matter arrives even later than that.  As a matter of fact, we think we are moving normally and naturally in this density, but in reality, we are barely moving at all.  We are so heavy that we lumber and plod along, trying to get around in our reality.  Sometimes, I can sense this when, in my lucid dreaming states, I try to move and I find myself barely able to wade through what seems to be thick molasses, clinging and pulling, restricting my every move.  I know I am in a different realm because I cannot operate in the same fashion as I can so easily in this density of light.  I can only imagine how I would look like to another person who exists elsewhere.

It would seem as if I was a stone statue.


That makes perfect sense to me, actually.  To those who move at a higher frequency, we are statues!  We cannot see them because they zip around too fast for us to catch a glimpse, but they can see us, in our frozen state of being.  This would mean they are also operating at a different time-scale.  They would be experiencing time in a completely different manner, and two-thousand years to us would be but a mere couple of days to them.

I also think that there would be those who are even less mobile than we are, although at the 3rd dimension, we’re just about at the bottom of the line here.  Geometrically, all we have left are the lines and the dots, but let’s just suppose that there are beings that move even slower than we do.  Those beings would look like statues to us.

What really gets me excited is that this is not some wacky, far-fetched This idea is perfectly in line with what mainstream physicists have known for half a century.  Albert Einstein himself told us a long time ago that this was what was happening at the quantum level.

Albert-Einstein“Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. There is no matter.”  ~ Albert Einstein

Following this logic, the vibrations that we can hear in the form of music or harmonic tones is, to another living being who can perceive these vibrations at higher frequencies, solid matter.  This solid matter would be just as real as our own matter is to us.  To an even higher being, the light we see would be another level of solid form altogether.  These beings would be able to see the forms made completely of what we see as light.

Taken as a whole, with bass notes as low as reality will allow and shrill high octaves as high as it can possible vibrate, our universe sings and dances with vibrations that allow for a musical and visual symphony, and this symphony has been playing for 13.75 billion years.  So what does sound look like?

It looks like this.