Florida Entanglement … Part 2

Concentrations of markers imply entanglement vigor: … the greater the concentration, the stronger the network. Established patterns imply coherency. Florida's markers - sound sequence and word duplication - are strong and correlative.

The A-Lee Sequence
Caylee … Immokalee … Haleigh. Saying the words out loud gave me shivers. The visual similarity between Caylee and Immokalee reinforced my discomfort.

Confession: … when I began collecting data, my bias was that I expected to verify a female-exclusive entanglement. My myopia! My bad!

In quantum situations, questions shape answers. Ask if light is a particle, for example, and you'll get an affirmative reply. Ask if light is a wave and you'll receive equal validation for that. Entanglements exhibit quantum's propensity to please interrogators.

To neutralize my bias, the data had to make its own statements; I added boys and girls alike. Even so, I didn't expect overt markers relating to males to be interwoven with those of females. Instead, I rather anticipated finding two separate entanglements. Adji Desir from Immokalee applied the brakes to my female-only prejudice.

The Exact Marie Factor @ 60%
Marie is a popular name; according to pokemyname.com, 8.98% of Americans claim it. That's 1 in 111. Florida's 2007 population estimate was 18,251,243; females accounted for 50.9% of the total. Using rounded numbers to guesstimate, half of the state's population - roughly 9,000,000 - is female. Out of that nine million, 810,000 (9%) are likely to be named Marie.

My homemade spreadsheet has 5 cells for child names and 5 for the names of their mothers. Since 9% of 10 = .899999+, one Marie on the list would be about right. Two wouldn't be unusual.

Instead of 1 or 2, however, the Marie tally is 6 … and 60% flatly defies the odds.

Although 60% is steep, it's possible that the true percentage is higher. While Cindy Marie Anthony was Caylee's biological grandmother, she functioned as a surrogate parent. She even referred to herself as Caylee's mom. Adding her to the mother column would bring Marie appearances up to 70%. I won't do that but I may add a couple of grandparent columns.

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Florida Entanglement … Part 1

The horrid murdered and missing child situations in Florida have my attention.

In 2007, I yammered on about recurrent elements and how they are characteristic of entanglements in my post: Repetition = Key to Identifying Astral Networks. The events in Florida underscore that notion.

Normally, I would not use names to make a point but there's no way around it because sound sequences and names are the prime attention grabbers. The unmistakable phonetic resonance of Caylee and Haleigh turned my head. The fact that the girls resided in Florida was interesting. When I found they shared the middle name Marie, I had little choice but to follow up.

The table below is cut from the spreadsheet I'm compiling. The start date arbitrary; provided my hypothesis* is correct, the entanglement process will predate 2005. Likewise, affiliated incidents will not be relegated to Florida alone.

Looking only at names, two things are apparent:

... (1) in the ten cells allocated to identify missing children and their mothers, the name Marie pops up six times;

... (2) tonal resonance ~ the A-Lee sound ~ is embedded in fabric of the words Caylee, Haleigh and Immokalee.

* My premise is that entanglements of the negative sort are trespassers using guerilla tactics to take advantage in/of 3d reality. Typically, an incident surfaces, siphons energy and then slips below the radar. An entangled episode may appear to be stand-alone event; this is deceptive. It is the nature of entanglements to network and energies taken from one episode are used to fuel others.

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Astral ~ Why Go There? … part 3

Ask and ye shall receive

I'd asked … it took a hole in the ground for me listen up.

At first it was mildly interesting ~ obviously relieving but not captivating ~ to note I wasn't called to every atrocity I heard about. Thinking back, it was a good half a year, maybe more, before it dawned on me these brutality alerts weren't guiding me to individuals … they were about the dots, the events themselves. *Big Duh Moment*

When that light bulb switched on, I did the decent compulsive thing … I decided to track the calls. My plan was to identify hairball markers … my hope was they'd shed light on the links ... my goal was to discover whatever it was I kept missing, to find the why behind the calls.

That meant spreadsheets, monstrous spreadsheets. In addition to regular data ~ names, ages, times of day and criminal backgrounds ~ I plugged in natural events ~ phases of the moon, solar flares, concurrent earthquakes and storms.

I sought out feng shui pathways and obstructions ~ rivers, aquifers, highways, intersections, mountains and molehills … any discernible line of flow or holding pot that might foster energetic effects.

I'm easily dazzled by details. One day while clicking along in data entry mode, I realized my method was faulty. The mapping approach was equivalent to diagnosing small pox by poking each little lesion.

Air out of my sail, I stood down from the spreadsheets to reevaluate. Popular advice was: … go within. Fact of the matter, I was reluctant to enter an altered state with nasty astral on my mind. I didn't know what to do … but I didn't worry for long.

In the autumn of 2006, soon after I hit the pause button, a friend ~ an experienced healer and journey worker ~ and I responded to a shooting. We weren't lone attendees … a multitude of workers had been called.

Amid the gathering of lightworkers and facilitators, something else was visible: … a big hole in the ground.

To my perception, the hole opened into a tube with a multitude of forked off, smaller branches. It wasn't red but it reminded me of the body's circulatory system. It's inaccurate to say it wasn't pumping anything into the 3d scene because it may have been ... it was laboring to hold its field of manifestation.

However, its primary objective was to drain the scene … it was a furious energy sucking vacuum cleaner. Instead of funneling into a central canister, the energy acquisitions surged ~ harum-scarum and at breakneck speed ~ through the tunnelettes. I couldn't see where any of them were ultimately headed but I felt sure they wouldn't end up in dead end receptacles.

I didn't like it and I wasn't pleased to see it … but there it was, bigger than day and un-ignorable. It had my attention and ~ ratso fratso damn ~ it pointed in the one direction I didn't want to go: … toward the astral. I whined before I considered the trail of clues.

Underground was symbolic … this was a dimensional portal, replete with pathways. To say it was angry would be an understatement … my take was that it was steeped in bloodlust and malice. Moreover, that the entire network was a conduit, frantically transmitting highly charged emotions and thought forms, meant it existed in relationship to something other.

The hole marked a hairball dot ~ a terminal of manifestation in 3d. The system's branches demonstrated how the invisible links operated. The driving force that permeated the vision was a great sense of urgency. That sense was key to my understanding. *Big Eureka Moment*

The system had a limited window of opportunity! It had a quantum structure! This was entanglement ~ astral entanglement ~ in action!