Are Orbs Plasma Lifeforms of the Deceased?

I came across this very comprehensive article on scientific advances in studying plasma, which can behave in a life-light manner.

According to the article,metaphysicians believe that genuine orbs, which are made of plasma, are the “astral” body of a deceased person.

“According to plasma metaphysics, (genuine) orbs are the physical-etheric nuclei that are released from dying persons. Most of these nuclei exit-out of our universe through vortexes after the death of the higher physical-etheric body and are absorbed into the next higher energy body in the next universe – most frequently what metaphysicists describe as the “astral body” and the “astral plane or sphere”. However, some stay behind because of unfinished business or some psychological attachment to the physical life that just ended. These are the (genuine) orbs that we see in photographs and videos. This conclusion is consistent with the theory of some paranormal investigators that spirits may find it easier to travel from one dimension to another in the form of orbs which can move more easily (than full-blown subtle bodies) through vortexes to another universe.”

Plasma Life Forms – Spheres, Blobs, Orbs and Subtle Bodies

According to this very long, detailed, full-of-information article, “genuine” orbs, in comparison with camera effects of light and dust or water droplets, can have a double outer membrane similar to the skin around an onion.

Take a look at these photographs submitted to me by Zihna Jones in Wisconsin and posted on this blog on January 26, 2009 in an article entitled, Fantastic Orbs Photos Include Orange and Golden Orbs!

Orbs by Zihna Jones in Wisconsin

In the close-up, below, of two of the orbs in the above photograph, you can see the “onion-like architecture” of the larger orb.

If you want to get a better look at the concentric spheres inside the orbs in the close-up photo below, you will have to go to the original post at (just click on this link and scroll all the way down to the bottom of the post the link takes you to) Fantastic Orbs Photos Include Golden and Orange Orbs .

Orb with "Onion-like Architecture"

I highly recommend the Plasma Life Forms – Spheres, Blobs, Orbs and Subtle Bodies article for its detailed descriptions of many phenomenon associated with plasma from scientific experiments to ghost hunters to metaphysical views. However, I wish it had a definition of plasma because, although everything sounds great in the article, I don’t have an idea just what plasma is.

Warrior Statue at Kabah in Yucatan

The Mayan ruin of Kabah is on the Puuc Route in southern Yucatan close to the famous ruin of Uxmal. The Puuc Route encompasses a number of interrelated ruins.

Warrior Statue at Kabah Mayan Ruin in Yucatan

Chichen Itza land sold to Yucatan

The archeological site of Chichen Itza:

The Archeological Site of Chichen Itza, Yucatan, Mexico during a nighttime sound and light show

The land under the Chichen Itza ruins used to be privately owned until this year. However, as this online article at Art Daily recounts, the owner Hans Jurgen Thies Barbachano sold the 205, 067 acres for $17,800,150 US on March 29, 2010 to the State of Yucatan, Mexico.

Quetzalcoatl, Kukulcan or Itzamna?

I’m doing research for my talk at the Edgar Cayce Forum, THE YUCATAN CONNECTION TO ATLANTIS AND LEMURIA USING CAYCE CLUES AND MYTHOLOGY on September 29th at 7:30 p.m. at Edgar Cayce’s A.R.E. in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

The myth of the creator god Itzamna interests me. But, who was Itzamna? He sounds similar to Kukulcan who is supposed to be the Maya version of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent. But is he?

The Biggest Show on Earth

A miracle occurs every day but few people see it.

I must admit that I got out of the habit of waking up before dawn in order to see the world go from dark to light. Even though I wrote about the importance of this simple, easy, but also deeply effective exercise in When We Were Gods, I had gone back to my old ways of being a night owl and waking up with the sun already high in the sky.

In my defense, we are now close to the autumnal equinox when the day and night are almost the same length. Therefore, waking up at 6:00 a.m. to watch a 6:45 sunrise is no hardship. And, I can imagine that if I lived in some northern clime such as Alaska, where the sun is in the sky most of the time in the summer, it would be impossible to start my day at sunrise. In fact, in many a Northern place, the sky does not become dark at all during the night.

However, I live in the middle of the North American continent where I don’t really have an excuse for neglecting my “Sunrise Greeting” during the summer . . . and I miss it.

It is such a lovely way of infusing my mind and my body with hope. Dear, sweet hope. The hope that my soul knows. The hope the my soul yearns to feel a resonance from my mind and body. The hope that can be hard to come by with a life that contains disappointments, violent television programs, heartbreaking movies, and complaining associates, plus lifelong mental habits in resonance with my environments instead of in resonance with the truth within me.

So today, I awoke with a few stars still shining in a grey sky. The dark before the dawn. I did my morning exercises on the deck as I awaited the big event. I felt happy to see that a number of people had also awoken to greet the dawn. A young man with a camera leapt about, knelt, and framed a photo with beach grass in the foreground, as other people simply sat and waited. I enjoyed the feeling of silent comraderie.

A bank of clouds hugged the horizon. Would the clouds hide the sun when it popped its glowing head above the ocean?

Eureka! A raspberry red crescent appeared at the horizon. This was going to be a great show!

I lifted my arms above my head three times to say, “God is Greater,” as I had been instructed by the spiritual guides in my hypnosis sessions.

The young man with the camera knelt in the sand just above the crashing waves. I wanted to, Mom-like, shout to him, “Do not stare at the sun!” lest he hurt his vision but managed to keep my mouth shut. He is a grown-up. He has his own path to walk.

Because of the clouds at the horizon, the glowing cherry-red sun squeezed through the horizon with bands of cloud across its face. What a Drama Queen that sun is!

It is a good life!

Directional Colors the same in Aztecs, Navajos and Pueblos.

According to Frank Waters in Mexico Mystique, the four colors of the four directions of the Mexican Aztecs are the same colors allocated to the four directions as the Native American indigenous cultures of the Navajos and Pueblos. They are: East = White; South = Blue; West = Yellow-red; North = Black.

Interestingly, three of these four directional colors are the same as the ones used by the Tibetan Buddhists and the Hindus, who ascribe Red (not Yellow-red) to West and Yellow to North.

Rabbit in the Moon

Do you know that when the ancient Maya – and I assume modern-day Maya – look at a full moon, they see a rabbit in the moon, not the “man in the moon,” as North Americans do?

Science Fiction Writers can also be good scientists

In talking about L. Taylor Hansen yesterday, I implied that since she made her living writing science fiction, her He Walked the Americas must be fiction as well. The book is about a white-skinned, bearded man, Christ-like, who traveled throughout North America educating the people before the arrival of the Europeans. In Maya legend, he was called Itzamna.

Yes, I know that Itzamna is a god of the Maya. But, did L. Taylor Hansen merely taken known legends, such as that of Itzamna, and merely fabricate fictionary tales of serpent boats, lightning bolt carvings, and granite handprints.

Because she was a science fiction writer did it mean that all her writing was fiction?

Not necessarily so. Overnight, I thought of Sir Arthur C. Clarke who, as scientist, was first to conceive of a system of satellites in geostationary orbits that could be used for communication as well as weather reporting and prediction.

Arthur C. Clark was also a prolific science fiction writer who wrote the screenplay of the magnificent 2001: A Space Odyssey.

He Walked the Americas: Science Fiction or True Native Legends?

This is a hard one. Is the book, He Walked the Americas by L. Taylor Hansen researched anthropological fact based on Native legends or is it merely cleverly-crafted fiction?

I’m reading He Walked the Americas by L. Taylor Hansen in preparation for my September 29th talk, THE YUCATAN CONNECTION TO ATLANTIS AND LEMURIA USING CAYCE CLUES AND MYTHOLOGY for the Edgar Cayce Forum in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

However, as fascinating as the stories in the book appear, there are details that seem absolutely outlandish such as that this Pale Faced Prophet knelt to pray. The rendition of the Lord’s Prayer, Native American-style seems concocted rather than a true translation from a Native American tongue.

Therefore, I did a Google search to see if I could find a biography of L. Taylor Hansen and discovered that she made her living as a science fiction writer. Therefore, could it be that He Walked the Americas a cleverly crafted science fiction novel a la Michael Crichton’s Congo?

I also went to Amazon’s listing of the book to see if I could come across research by other readers and discovered that a reviewer that gave the book a one-star rating had contacted Stanford University and discovered that L. Taylor Hansen had never been a student there as her biography on the back of the book says.

In addition, her own Amazon review (posthumously posted on Amazon from her autobiographical memoir) says that she went to University of California at Los Angeles, went to a northern dog-sled adventure and then returned to school, I assume to Stanford but she does not say in her own autobiography. Did she, or did she not go to Stanford?

These are just some of the confusing details that make me wonder if her book is science fiction rather than actual anthropological research.

The book sure did get me excited that the Natives of the Americas had recollections of Atlantis (“the Old Red Land“) in their traditions. But, like I said, it might all be fiction.

Britain’s Most Haunted House Up for Sale

If you simply must have a haunted house, fly over to the United Kingdom because their most haunted house is for sale.

People have reported seeing a nun with blood dripping from her hands (eek!!!), a woman standing at the end of their bed (EEEK!), and a dead man hanging from a tree in the yard (double eek!).

If it was me, I would have nothing to do with this house.

However, the seller must consider it valuable since the asking price is $600,000, according to the Toronto Sun article, Most haunted house in England up for sale.

In my opinion, it has a profound historical value since Edward the Confessor, King of England owned it in 1042, the beginning of his reign. (I assume he was called “the Confessor” since he had a reputation for being saintly and thus must have spent a lot of time in church confessing his sins.)

The house was also owned by another king of England – William the Conquerer who, interestingly enough, conquered Edward the Confessor and took up residence in Edward’s house from 1066 to 1084.