Why Care? How Care?

Why We Care
Granddaughter and Grandfather.


One of my main reasons for caring what happens to this poor old world is sitting at the table and one of the other main reasons is taking the picture of us.

Most of us have people in our lives like my daughter and granddaughter that we love enough to sacrifice a great deal for. Yet most of us thunder on doing things that we already know will make their future more difficult… and I’m talking about little things… using plastics, for example.

“WHOA!” You protest. “Using plastics is no little matter! I use plastic a hundred times a day. Maybe more. Plastics are absolutely necessary.”

That has become true. One little plastic lid. One little plastic wrapper. One more little plastic wrapper. Plastic sunglasses. Plastic bags. Spiffy plastic shoes. Eat with a little plastic spoon. Line your food cans with known carcinogenic plastic. It’s in your bedsheets and your toilet seats…. . I think it’s safe to say that if you are an average urban or suburban American, you are ALWAYS in physical contact with plastic. Yes, even when you’re naked. It is everywhere. The air is full of it. With millions and millions of plastic tarps, curtains, banners signs etc flapping in the wind, It is quite reasonable to assume it gets into us.

Think about that for a minute. I’m only 80. When I was a boy there was no consumer plastic at all. No plastic bags. No plastic cars. No plastic guns. No fracking. No Island of plastic trash in the middle of the ocean… I could go on all day.

And cancer was rare.

I’m going to repeat that. Cancer was rare.

And caring for each other was different… Being a person was different. In terms of foodstuffs, for example. People are grown mostly on corn these days. Did you know that? There’s a documentary movie called “King Korn”. There’s corn in everything you eat. That was definitely not true here when I was a boy. Packaged foods were way less prominent in our diets and way less processed and they were neither grown nor delivered as they are today.

Here’s a little exercise in natural philosophy… You can falsify or lend credence to what I’m about to suggest. I suggest that packaged foods make up most of most people’s diets. I further suggest that corn is an ingredient in some form in most packaged food. Stand in the supermarket for a busy hour and watch and list what gets bought. Then go read the labels and do the simple math.

There’s not a lot of life in that stuff. Life eats life to thrive.

We can feed each other

Food needs to be full of life to give the power to flourish. You can, to a degree and for a time,  maintain your body as a bioelectric gadget on crap food, but your spirit needs life.

I happily recall to this day, a half century after the fact, the simple meals we shared at Rocky Creek in Big Sur of shellfish, wild greens and berries gathered with our own hands; our toes curled into the wet sand and Qi or Prana or the Electric Field, call it what you will, pouring into us as we tumbled mussels or abalone into our bucket of just plucked New Zealand spinach and sorrel, and half an hour later sat down to a sweet and nourishing meal gleaming with energy… us and the food… gleaming with energy. A pot of rice and greens. Ambrosias of sea and kitchen in the air. Somebody playing  sweet guitars while the table was set and the sun slowly slipped away beyond the blue…

The whole thing was food. The music. The simple clay dishes on the calico tablecloth. The walk down from the cabin through the rich and fragrant mint along the tumbling creek, past the Esselen Indian middens, with bits of abalone shell hundreds of years old still shining in the black loam… It’s all food. You ingest it with your eyes, your nose, your bare feet. What you see. What you think while you gather the food. What you contribute to the dinner or the clean up or the music… Its all food. Its all caring…

Who takes time to live like that ?

(You notice that in that whole little storyette I just told you, plastic was not a key character. Neither were electronic devices… )

So we can nourish each other. Harder to do when everybody has their face and hands glued to a little electronic window holding them like a magnet to a physically isolated state of being.  Hard to feed. There has to be some eye contact. Some reflection time. Some nature, touching us, singing to us, nourishing us… Some connection to something other than these little electronic leashes tethering us to the lie…

How about I make you a gumbo? Or sweet Basque pimenton stuffed with lamb and pine nuts spiced with fresh ground Baharat and fresh herbs? My lovely wife will perhaps make us custard for dessert with fresh, clean raw milk from just over the hill and eggs so rich that their orange yolks deeply color the custard.

Please leave your  electronic appendages in your car when you come to dinner. But please come… Let’s care for one another. I’ll cook for you and you can give me a story from your heart… Then I’ll do it with somebody else and you do it with somebody else…

So, why to care is self-evident. Why we don’t, still a mystery. What can we do about it? Be nice to each other until we figure it out. The minute everybody is simply nice to each other, the hatred is over. We can then focus on mutual thriving instead of wasting our energy fighting each other. Impossible? Probably, but why not reach for it?

Let me close with this 

Feed the hungry. Clothe the naked. Be nice to each other.  (Basic Christianity, as taught circa 1940s) to which I add, open your eyes. Open your heart. Gather your own evidence. Carry no gossip and bear witness to truth… kindly.





Why Embrace the Electric Universe?

I call this bowl “splash one” All of my art explores energy, resonance and frequency

This is how an ordinary person who believed  that “real science” was beyond him began happily and productively studying stuff like cosmology, design of experiment, the fourth phase of water, double layers, comets, land form genesis and a host of other mind expanding EU topics with no end in sight. It is also about how having this new information has enlivened and brought richer meaning to my thoughts, words and deeds.

Science, I dutifully believed for much of my life, was not only beyond my layman’s understanding but sacred in a way that placed it beyond question or correction without anyone’s necessarily understanding a word of it. I have seen more and more science news present as unfalsifiable pronouncements “verifying” previous unfalsifiable pronouncements…  LIGO’s gravitational waves come to mind. If you wade through LIGO’s boggy report and then watch Steven Crothers take it apart at the 2017 TBolts conference, it appears to me that Steven presents more credibly than the LIGO team with a tightly reasoned and I would say irrefutable case that LIGO’s “evidence” is not evidence of anything.

I never actually laughed at “science” until I watched a lot of TBolts videos a lot of times and came to understand the big bang idea (for example) well enough to reduce it to fit on a postcard…

We’ll get to my postcard synopsis of that story directly, but first…

The year was 1945; I was 8 years old and I came out of the Saturday matinee crying because I had just seen the first newsreel of an A-bomb detonation and I was drowning in grief. I thought it meant the end of the world. I still do. I think we all live, consciously or not, in that fear.

Anyway, a couple of days later the teacher in Magalia, California’s two room schoolhouse happily explained to us thoroughly bewildered and frightened little kids (All seven of us had been to the once-a-week movie) that the A-bomb was the most explosive stuff in the universe, that the sun was a really huge A-bomb, a million times bigger than the one in the newsreel, going off ever so slowly at just the right temperature. Nothing to fear. A-bombs were going to bring unlimited power and peace forever and the sun was going to shine nicely for billions of more years.

How could she know all that? I was only eight and “assumption” probably wasn’t in my vocabulary yet, but her glib assurance did nothing to assuage the A-bomb anxiety. In fact, the idea that the sun was a million A-bombs was seriously scary.

By the 9th grade I gave up on formal education for a time, but that “explanation” in the 4th grade was the first time I realized you couldn’t always believe the teacher… Living in the mountains where men often used explosives, mainly dynamite, I’d watched them  blast rock to make tunnels and roads, stumps to clear land and old cars or whatever for the heck of it.

Us boys once found some really old sticks of dynamite in an abandoned mine and this older boy took up a long nail and gently scraped off one of the big gooey drops of what he said was nitroglycerin that had sweated out onto and dotted the surface of the sticks. He carefully carried that quivering drop a good distance away to where he could loft it about ten feet down onto a rock. That droplet made a big enough bang to scare us silly. so we didn’t mess with the rest of it for fear we’d set it all off at once. The idea of a gradual detonation of something  more explosive than nitroglycerin by many orders of magnitude made no sense to me then or now.

That same teacher told us that the Feather River canyons were carved out of the granite batholith by the river. Seemed reasonable at first. After all, there’s the water bubbling happily along the canyon floor. Evidence enough. Right? But if you’re on the North Branch of the North Fork of the Feather river below Magalia and look straight up you can see smoothed stone from the river to about thirty feet over your head. From there up for over a thousand feet to the top of Sawyer Peak, you see nearly vertical walls, sharp edges and shattered rock impossible for anyone but a geologist to associate with longterm erosion by river flow.

But science was right and I was just a know-nothing kid. Unable to reconcile those and  other contrary observations to do with storms and mountains, I just kind of let go of science…

Fast forward to a few years ago and I am wandering around YouTube  when I stumble across this very down to earth electrical engineer talking about an electric sun. It was so compelling I got goosebumps. I watched twice while Don Scott explained major anomalies in observable solar behavior which falsified the A-bomb sun and supported an electric sun… I believe I shouted out loud… YES!

Now I watch every Space news and read every Thunderblog, often more than once. I’ve had the three principal books spiral bound because I peruse them to the point they were falling apart. I follow my favorite TBolt presenters closely. I loaded an electronics dictionary and a geology glossary onto my desktop, found some university physics sites with readable definitions and dove into the TBolts explorations of the Electric Universe like a frog into a lily pond.

So here’s my postcard take on the big bang notion with a tip of the hat to Wal Thornhill, Bishop Sykes, Steven Crothers, other TBolts colleagues and Common Sense…

Absolutely nothing existed until exactly 13.8 billion years ago when absolutely nothing exploded,  instantly becoming  all the matter that will ever be. Every particle of everything that will ever be rushed instantly away from everything else at an ever accelerating rate, which it’s still doing for a bit and then it’s all going to collapse, presumably back into absolutely nothing…

That’s it for the raw, unvarnished bang. There’s much more of course, like where bits of this expanding universe stops or goes backwards in spots to magically form dust disks that magically grow these marvelous spinning balls like the one we live on. And the endless story keeps on growing ad hoc appendages from changing-flavor neutrinos to multiple singularities  and so forth because when you tell a lie like the big bang you will be making up supporting lies to keep the original lie alive every time some spoilsport presents a falsification..

Nothing exploded? How amazing is that? And of course we missed it. As Don Scott said, speaking of black holes, “We can’t see them, so we can’t prove they aren’t there…” We didn’t see the big bang, so we should just assume that it happened exactly as hypothesized?

T-Bolts has freed me from the belief that I can’t understand or do science. I can observe. In fact I love watching everything from bugs to the starry heavens. I can experiment. I have tools, access to all sorts of resources. I can understand. That’s the big one. Science does not equal gibberish. Wal Thornhill tells us how and why the copper bullet is going to behave when they fire it at the comet and not only does it happen as he predicted, we can understand everything he says about it. Try that with one of the media science heroes on Barnes & Noble’s meager science shelves, where they don’t sell EU books by the way.

We have the right and the responsibility to come to understand what our leaders in science, (and business and politics) are up to and, based on our understanding, we have the right and the responsibility to question and correct their actions when necessary. Failure to do so leaves us at the mercy of the people who are most rapacious and therefore least qualified to lead humanity. Supporting fake science and unnecessary violence impoverishes everyone. Open and honest inquiry as exemplified by the EU community enriches everyone.  Bravo and thank you Thunderbolts team!





The Winds of Change


I call the 12″ bowl pictured above “Winds of Change”. Inspired by Inuit art and the research of Andrew Hall at https://thedailyplasma.blog/category/electric-universe/ 


Screaming, whirling winds  ablate and vaporize all that is, yet every unthinkably violent moment of their assault creates the land anew…  Mountain cordilleras blistered into being in minutes, entire  oceans leaping from their beds, sweeping across continents in… who knows… hours? days? Minutes are unthinkable. Minutes for the formation of the Sierra Nevada cordillera was unthinkable. Except it isn’t. The more I look at it from the EU point of view, the more probable, reasonable, obvious it becomes.

Just put a rod in an arc welder and bounce rhythmically along a piece of steel… doesn’t take long to make a chain of bumps. Overamp a spot welder and puddle around on some material. You can accidently make forms that closely resemble what we see on Google Earth (except where they don’t want you to).

I don’t know what makes the huge potential gradient that triggers the conjectured electrical phenomena, but visible evidence sure is looking like major zapping from volcanoes, earth currents and/or currents from “out there” has much to do with sculpting land forms and by the way probably creating or consolidating deposits of underground water or minerals or oil or whatever at the same time.

There are gravity-water-wind phenomena that sort and layer things without plasma (maybe). Call it fluid behavior (without excluding electrical behavior). Plasma shares fluid behaviors with other fluids. Of course it does. But when plasma sorts and layers stuff it also super-heats it, shocks it and welds it. It doesn’t just shift it around like water… I stood today by a gentle eddy current at a sandy place on the shore of a mountain river in spring flood and watched the water work the sand… how the mingling of currents of the water and the nature of the different stuff making up the sand worked together to create order as the sluicing, bouncing, rolling, water/material sorted and layered, apparently by weight or shape (or charge?) the various sands into streaks of darker or lighter, coarser or finer material.  So water/gravity can sort and layer. But it doesn’t weld.

What charge has to do with it is unknown to me, but all that moving water, all that silica, all that iron, all that incident light… there’s gotta be some charge in there somewhere.

It’s really hard to tell what’s going on geologically in a riverbed like the Middle Fork of the Yuba. History tells us that this poor little gold rush rape victim of a river used to flow over a series of benches in a succession of waterfalls and pools. Now it’s kind of a rocky ditch really,  surrounded by a jumbled mix of native rock in original position and dynamite shatter and all the debris from the grubbing and shoving and blasting and grinding the gold seekers left behind and so you have to sit a spell and just look and look for awhile at a good sized patch of its banks to see the signs of the original shapes and directions of the lay of the stone. It’s worth it!

Whoa! I have to go take some pictures of what I’m talking about tomorrow.

Pretty soon you notice these long, straight parallel lines of different material or cracks …