New York City part five

Final final post on my NYC trip.

I wanted to make another post on my NYC trip. I’m addicted to posting on Substack—no, it just feels satisfying and fun and easy. It’s a good variation from my normal writing work. I’ve been working constantly on two books since summer 2022, tentatively titled Self Heal (nonfiction on healing myself; first draft finished; letting it “simmer”) and Life in Wartime (essay collection; ~80 percent finished).

I didn’t want to wear white pants for my NYC trip because I wanted to “blend in,” not stand out, but they were my most comfortable pants. At the last moment, I chose comfort over avoiding drawing attention to my pants. I’m glad I did. I think only one person commented on my pants; my friend Brad praised them. I think he said I looked Hawaiian. I agree. My beanie was EMF-protective. I was wearing shoes but it was hot in the venue so I took them off at some point. In Hawaii, on the Big Island, everyone including me wears sandals. My feet weren’t used to being hot.

I wore a shirt of a “white stone goddess” that a person at UNIF mailed me last year. I hadn’t heard of UNIF before this. The description on their website states “White Stone Goddess - Late Xinglongwa to early Hongshan Culture circa 5500 - 4000 B.C.E.” This was relevant to my lecture. No one said anything about my shirt. I think only two people asked to get their photograph with me. I love this—the lack of people wanting photographs with me, the focus on things besides getting photos with me.

I appreciate people taking photos at a distance, though, and posting them online, as it’s good promotion and fun. Thank you Jordan for the above photo. I liked when Robert got a selfie with me too, since I know Robert.

I took very few photos on this trip. I was impressed by how little people used their phones in social situations and generally. Seems good. I liked working here:

Jordan made a funny Instagram story:

I already talked about this in the previous post, but here’s proof of this also-funny Instagram story:

On the plane home, I photographed one of the two mountains/volcanos that rise up above the clouds on the Big Island:

I can’t figure out if the Big Island will be safe to any degree during the magnetic pole shift that has been accelerating since 1973 and/or 2000 and that the YouTube channel Suspicious Observers estimates will happen by 2050, flipping Earth so that Antarctica will be where the equator is now, but I’m not really concerned. With the knowledge of NDEs, I don’t fear death. There’s supposed to be 1500 foot waves everywhere when the pole shift happens, and before that there might be ten years without electricity.

It’s amazing that we’re alive during the magnetic pole shift, which seems to happen once every 12,000 years, utterly resetting civilization. If reincarnation is real, and we we chose when/where to reincarnate, we all chose this special time, which seems interesting to me because I would have imagined I would have chosen a more mundane time, not an action-movie-like time. But maybe the pole shift won’t happen before I die. Another factor to consider is availability. If we choose when/where to reincarnate, what if many souls want to be embodied in the same time/place and there’s not enough bodies? Thanks for reading my Substack post.

I have paid posts coming soon. I appreciate everyone’s support and interest.