The trigger was released on the scratched-up, rubber-handled electric screwdriver. The mechanical whirring sounds slower these days to come to an abrupt stop. The clutch mechanism weakened, as the drill had seen so much use over the years. It was gently placed on the countertop as the Phillips head screwdriver was taken from its outlined space from the wall to make the last few turns of a screw that holds the cover to an electrical panel of a formidable-looking machine that stood resolutely before him.
The smell of leather and oil-treated wood filled the air as neatly tucked and tethered cables with industrial yet elegant arms held what can only be described as "pods." Devices splayed each side of a contraption, resting atop six-fingertip mounts on the ends of each component. Six sweeping arms on one side mirrored an upside-down lobster on the other. Seven feet wide, almost ten feet long, and sixty-four inches tall. A bed or a very comfortable reclined armchair-looking area was at the center. Looking like a waiter walking through a crowded room, with not one hand holding a single tray full of goodies but twelve. Each had a fully loaded tray of Hors d'oeuvres, offering guests a snack, or at least, for as long as the hungry guests allowed them to survive. With one final turn and a proud wiping of cloth over the anodized aluminum plate, Andrew stepped back to take it all in for the first time.
It was complete. His favorite part of the build was always stepping back and taking it all in. "Look at what you made," he thought, pleased that he had accomplished yet another of his goals this lifetime. Typically, every time Andrew completed a project, he felt as though he came out of a trance-like state, as though every time he entered the workshop, he engaged in what could only be explained as some sort of "autopilot." As if waking up after a 6-months long daydream. It took many days of waking up early in the morning, putting on his t-shirt and jeans, and sliding his numb, nerve-damaged feet into his sneakers. Bearing the cold of the workshop to bask in the glory of what he had brought to life this time. Andrew slowly strolled around the construction, arms folded, with a slight smirk, though more of a look of awe on his face, (He was always so astonished at what he was able to create, even though he was the one doing the creating, it always felt as though it was coming through him, and not from him.) The LED showroom-styled lighting glistened off metallic portions of the space-age-looking machine he had created. Andrew especially enjoyed how the seat was crafted. His grandfather on his mum's side (Charles) (after the navy) made and restored furniture, among other things.
Andrew was always fascinated by the button-back, diamond tufting-style furniture. Especially the leather-style seating he once saw in a building, a shed-like structure filled with upholstery and fake leathers, and a singer sewing machine that flipped upside down to be tucked away when not in use. "How plush it made a couch or armchair look," Andrew thought. In many ways, this was possibly one of Andrew's first true inspirations in the design itself. Not as many years ago, Andrew was in Joanne Fabrics, on route 17 in Ramsey, New Jersey, on the East coast of the USA. He was looking at which buttons to purchase to achieve the button-back effect he had remembered seeing in his gramp's workshop. All for the use in a red velvet-covered throne he was building from scratch at the time. The precursor of the techniques he would finesse in his mind over time, in the machine that stood before him today. He remembered the fabric-covered buttons and stopped by the store to see if they had something that would suffice on the off-chance.
He pulled the image from his memory banks and simply replicated it with his knowledge and understanding. Figuring out some workarounds, just in case they had nothing in stock. Just when Andrew became slightly unsure which size and style of button to choose, he felt the loving, guiding embrace, the presence of his gramps. Standing there minding his own business, a warm hug from behind enveloped him, as his right arm was almost raised by itself to a pack of 8 metallic metal button shapes with small loops on the back of each. A metal push cap that would be covered with fabric snapped onto the rear assembly. Andrew intuitively chose just the right buttons to cover with the material to create the signature button-back surface. He knew he was being guided by Charles, and at that moment, he almost broke down in tears… Andrew had learned many years ago to not question these moments when they happened, and they happened more frequently as time went by.
So he gathered himself and took the pack of buttons, a reel of deep red thread, and a slim blister pack of assorted needles suitable for pushing thick thread while holding buttons under constant tension. He grabbed a stainless steel thimble at the checkout for good measure. Andrew had gone through many internal battles since moving from the United Kingdom on April 7th, 1992.
Being alone with no support system in a country nearly broke him, though he would never admit to this. The admission price, leaving his family behind, and two failed marriages, struggling with the self-doubt of his abilities all resulted in type 2 diabetes. A life-long struggle with food as an emotional crutch had its residual side effects. In the early days, he recognized that buying things made him feel better.
Andrew didn't do drugs, nor did he drink regularly. He didn't smoke, so his only vice indeed was buying those items that "he needed" to get that dopamine rush. Food, on the other hand, was his kryptonite. It would be nothing to buy a small cake and eat the whole thing in one evening or stop at a Dunkin' Donuts on Route 10 in Randolph to purchase a large flat box filled with 12 assorted donuts. Bavarian cream, strawberry-filled, sugar-glazed, chocolate, and chocolate-filled were among his favorites. He bought the box, understanding that no one would ever imagine that the box of 12 donuts was just for him.
He got into his car (the condition of which also reflected his state of mind and physical health at that point in time) and between the top of that hill and the bottom (about 3 or 4 miles down the road, where route 10, met route 287 North) he had finished all 12 donuts. By all accounts, this is a 3 donut per mile ride, driving directly to an early grave.
The early days of being young with superhuman-like strength gave Andrew the sense that he might, in fact, be super-human. He felt as though if he didn't get things checked with a doctor, then they didn't exist (in his mind). Andrew knew nothing about testing blood, fasting, carnivore, bacon, or buttered coffees back then. He simply devoured and ate his way through life. His second wife's dad at gatherings would always joke about giving Andrew a sample platter for desserts, 3 or 4 massive slices of cakes and pies with whipped cream and all the fixings you could imagine. And Andrew loved it.
He never knew he was actually killing himself one bite at a time. In later years, it became easy to retrace his path to achieving high numbers in type 2 diabetes. (He always was an overachiever) Falling asleep while talking to his parents on the phone and slurring his words as his mind became clouded with sugar and triglycerides. Thoughts left his mind like weary legs, trudging through molasses, feet weighed heavily by a lack of willpower, weighed down even more with layers of guilt. The toilet bowl, over time, turns black all around the water's surface due to excess sugar in the urine.
Dust would settle in the bowl, and black mold would grow all around the inside edge of the ceramic basin. For years Andrew thought the pipes were infected with some sort of nastiness that he didn't know how to resolve. When he moved, and the mold moved with him, he realized it was his body. These were the early days of recognizing the science and the effects of the cause. The lack of sleep (due to being a self-proclaimed night owl) was possibly one of the biggest kinks in his armor.
We will never know now if sleep deprivation, along with everything else, was the straw that broke that camel's back.
3 trips to the hospital in about as many years. Each visit becomes longer and longer. And now, with a woman at his side that embodied unconditional love, this was all he needed to start caring about his own existence. Finally, after several years of "trying" but educating himself in the true values of health, no matter what path it led him down.
Andrew slowly began to reveal what, for him, was the holy grail of a healthy human diet. He began with vegan, then vegetarianism, then a mix of meats and vegetables. Finally, in early 2019 Andrew made a serious adjustment to his path and leaned more fully into a ketovore lifestyle. It was not a diet, as this was not a short-lived phase that Andrew was going through; it was a lifelong method of being that he was looking for. More importantly, one that he understood might not be for everyone.
The most basic of underlying principles for Andrew was that he was to feed his body with foods that his body was made from. And in all his research, and this was true research, he tried and tested himself, months of trials, measuring his readings, blood sugars, weight, emotion tracking, uric acid level monitoring, ketone monitoring, etc., etc.
His daily charts were exhaustive, plus reading study after study, and the results of all the meta-analyses, which are studies of all the studies within an area, to garner any underlying, overall truths established in all the combined data. This removed bias and research paid for by interest groups that would try and buy a result. The results were in, and Andrew stopped trying to convince the world. All he cared about was his own health and how great he had finally begun to feel.
On December 6th, 2022, Andrew turned 57. What a journey he had lived. What a tail he has to tell, and the world only sees about 1/10 of what he experiences. The incredible highs, the energy, elation, and true surging power through his veins that he has not felt since he was a teenager. The mental acuity and, possibly, most important of all, his outlook on what lay before him. At 57, he felt as though he was once more on a mission in life, that he had a reason to live and keep living with purpose.
Andrew realized that it was not by telling the world that they should look strongly at this method of living or that method but that he would simply live by example. To model life. Not to make others envious, but to help others see that it is obtainable, to pull ourselves back to some former glory of our younger selves, to imagine what we could all accomplish if we had the youth and vitality of our younger years, but hopefully with the education and wisdom of our older self.
Andrew believed this might be a better way to inspire change, to help them stop doing those things so detrimental to their own being. A journey of over four years has come to an end as another journey of a different kind is about to take place. As Andrew stood back with arms folded and a look and feeling of excitement filled his body. He slowly perused around this never-before-seen structure that filled a good portion of his workshop. Placing the screwdriver back down on his workbench, he slowly began to walk around the perimeter of the table once more.
Soft, leather cushioning, loudspeakers within pods atop 12 sweeping, wooden arms of varying frequencies. Each was placed methodically and thoughtfully around the center bucket seat on steroids, the table base, a resonance chamber, and a float-assist mechanism that Andrew had designed three years earlier. The float-assist made it feel as though you were floating on a cloud or swinging in a hammock, meanwhile securely resting in the comfort of a cushioned surface, with the most perfect of lumber support with built-in pulsating peristaltic movement to tease the spinal fluid upwards to the brain.
The smaller intricacies of the machine were so detailed that it was almost unfathomable to Andrew how he even came up with these combined concepts in the first place. He had always felt that much of his work was divinely inspired in some way. He knew he was not "chosen" nor special. He simply felt as though he was tapping into his path this lifetime to achieve the goals his soul had set for him. (His destiny)
He never once questioned it; he just stood back in awe at the end and soaked up the magnificence of it all. The peristaltic pulsation of the lumbar region was based on another part of the overall symphony of mechanical movement and electrical wizardry he saw in his mind while mid-build. He had theorized that what if mindful stimulation of a physical process truly ignited a physical reaction. The cause is the feeling of spinal fluid being massaged up to the lower to the thoracic region, to between the shoulder blades, then finally up the neck and to the skull. (Sacrum to L5 to L1, then Th12 to Th1, and finally C7 to C1) The reaction would be the parasympathetic nervous system response. A kicking in of all the organs, a replenishment of connectivity, from adrenal glands to trachea, via the cranial nerves.
A restoration of harmony between 78 different organs, to sing and play in unison once more. Andrew first had this idea concept while listening to his iTunes playlist on his iPhone. He had playlists for all sorts of activities in his life. The playlist and the music within contained the motivation and precursor to many of the inspired moments in his life. Feats of strength or dramatic writing, The music was always the one thing that would ignite his Imagination, filling his veins with adrenaline or mindfulness of being on a quest of a battle that lay before him.
Music was always the spark that, for him, ignited the physical reaction within his body. What an incredibly powerful way to manifest change and inspire growth by using every single aspect of healing available to our bodies and minds. The float assist mechanism took about a year and a half to design as he experimented to see how little movement would allude to the feelings and sensations of flight. How much restriction would make the machine feel as though it was tethered or mechanical in nature? It was all about body sensation to give the perception that you were floating on air. It was Andrew's work in video editing and 3-D printing that gave him the concept of how to come to a gentle, slow down, and eventual stop without abrupt jolting sensation.
In Andrew's mind, he thought, "it's all about the Bézier curve, "a slow and gradual coming down or speeding up to the desired velocity before slowing down or speeding up to its next desired position. Ultimately, this move alone would increase the lifespan of all joints and gearing mechanisms due to the gentle nature of the movement of the table. Years ago now, Andrew began trying to meditate. With multiple years of failed attempts and truly not understanding how he settled on a technique that worked for him almost every single time. Not a method where are you empty your mind (which at times seemed increasingly impossible.) but more of a technique where you listen to someone guide you.
Due to this, there is a slow and subtle and steady growth of an ability to control your mind, your emotions, and, ultimately, your body's functions. For multiple years, Andrew would access the flow state, unlocking the potential that everyone has the ability to achieve. But he realized that, although he wanted everyone to experience this, we were all at different levels of our growth on this planet. So many incredibly different beliefs, systems, cultures, and dogmas, with most of us caught up in today's drama and bullshit that keep us from our true purpose in life. Loving each other, or at least that is what Andrew believed.
Due to this inability for many to reach or attain this "golden unicorn" of mental flow states. Disease, illness, and mental trauma have been even more rampant on the planet ever since the dawn of the internet, Where everyone was now able to compare themselves to everyone else. Petty-minded individuals, worrying about other people's posts on social media, projecting their own insecurities onto others as they scroll through their feeds, judging and casting dispersions upon others was, in fact, not affecting the others as much as it was affecting the ones that cast the dispersions in the first place. Due to this mental tending to other people's gardens, the ever-increasing man-made fake food supplies, and massively increased environmental toxins and waste that proliferated our lives, the disease became rampant.
Cancers and mental illnesses of every description were at a massive all-time high, and even some of Andrew's closest family and friends had been affected over the years, and this had always played on his mind that surely, something could be done.
Andrew had sat many times, looking at the states of a healthy cell, looking at what is the difference between health and non-health, ease and disease. What was the one interfering factor that showed up in multiple forms to cause dis-ease? Scientists have looked at many individual compounds and reasons for physical interferences of the cells of the human body that may be the catalyst of the illness itself in all its forms.
And just like the misguided attempts, thinking that a simple one ingredient would override and overcome all the self-imposed injustices that occurred against the body during a lifetime. Those things that we unwittingly did to ourselves simply because a thing was labeled as a food group when, in fact, these were mass-produced poisons that our bodies did not know how to synthesize, for they had no reason to be in the human body in the first place.
Andrew had always realized from an early age that we needed to break down a problem into its most basic form, just like fractions. He realized many years ago just how much he enjoyed math; he saw that a problem or a fraction could be reduced into a much more understandable and easier problem to handle the problem. Take, for example, 96/192. This seems insurmountable to many, but when we reduce it again and again, it ultimately becomes 1/2. "I know what to do with 1/2," he thought to himself.
From this head-scratching 96/192, we are able to stand back and realize the implication of what we're dealing with. But in disease, how does that play out? What was the underlying aspect or cause of creating the disease itself? When you stand back and break it down, Andrew realizes that the very essence of life itself is the wavelength. It was vibration; it was the frequency at which each cell communicated with the rest of its universe within the body. As we take a broad look at all of the available frequencies known to humankind, we, in fact, realize that nothing escapes this.
Everything is contained within frequency itself. Since the beginning of time, our critical thinkers of us have been exploring, mostly in the realms of what we could actually physically see. For if we couldn't see it, how could it even exist? But later in human history, we discover that what we do see is presently in the 1% range of the scale of wavelengths that we can currently measure. Andrew had theorized that maybe what we were looking for was not in the realms of the seeable, but maybe it was in the realm of the unseen. But if we break down the ways in which a cell communicates, or in a case of disease, where the information is interrupted, what, in fact, is happening is the loss of communication and the breakdown of vibration itself. For over 40 years, Andrew's secret mission now seemed to be to gather as much knowledge and information and a general understanding of the science and technology that would eventually lead him to the creation of the contraption that now stood assembled in his workshop.
Almost as though he was on a soul-encoded task for this life that was his duty to perform. No matter what seemed to happen in his life, the ups and downs, the turmoil and incredible highs, when the dust settled, he was always drawn back to another aspect of this build. The electromagnetic spectrum from radio to microwave to infrared to visible to ultraviolet, x-ray, and ultimately gamma rays Always piqued Andrew's interest.
If microwaves can move molecules so fast that I can cook food in an instant, what might the most harmonic and pleasing of frequencies in the spectrum do to a human cell?
To Andrew, it was plain as day. But at that point, how do we discover the residence of a human cell? Or if any or all of us are on the same frequency? Does blood type alter the frequency of our bodies? Do the words that we hear, the music we listen to, and the negativity in our head cause a break in the flow of vibration?
These were all questions that had run through Andrew's mind year after year. He walked over to the workshop counter and grabbed his favorite mug, a white Instructables mug that he had won in a competition years ago while creating a paper sculpture. A white mug with a black interior and a detailed decal on the side of a robot and a bunch of parts. With semi-folded arms and sipping the remnants of his coffee, he gazed from the foundation of the table slowly up towards the contours of the elegant speaker arms that adorned 12 positions around its circumference.
The control panel was modest but looked like something out of a Star Trek movie, the difference being that anyone could sit within this machine and understand how to operate it. Andrew had already done much of the tuning of each of the elements, though all of the elements had never been used in unison, in harmony, together as one. Being a graphic designer and artist, Andrew had designed a chart on the control panel that gave times and hypothesized power levels For various body shapes and sizes.
The more dense the subject, the louder and longer session should be. But Andrew realized early in the testing that with the correct vibration, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing… In the early days of testing, Andrew had placed an orange that was beginning to turn. With small blotches of the skin, it started to turn green as you could see that portions of the fruit had begun to decay. He placed the orange on a small pedestal between six of the then uncounted speakers. Crudely arranged in a pattern he discovered in the final months of the creation of the table.
One in each corner, and then one above and below the orange to create the perfect resonance enclosed harmonic space that he could devise at the time. Finding the correct decibel level was what he thought was going to be the second part of the task in the creation of the table itself. He started with 20 dB, barely audible to some, increasing to 30, then 40, then 60 in an effort to penetrate the depth of tissues required to possibly positively influence the cells within the fruit.
After playing with many different frequencies, and with the help of those before him, Andrew had found that the harmonic range of a solfeggio harmonic range of tones, and a 40 Hz (a low-sounding frequency wave) had an incredible, positive effect on the human body and mind.
He wondered for a moment if vibration and frequency would be the hidden secret to communicating with more than just cells within the human body… He chuckled to himself to think that what if he built some kind of cool travel machine like the Time Machine in the movies, but instead of traversing time, it jumped to other universes or if he would pop into existence right before God itself. Andrew was never indoctrinated into any established religion, which he was always extremely grateful for.
But there was a passage in the Bible that always spoke to him. And this read, "for where there are two or three gathered together in my name, there I am I, in the midst of them "through his own experiences, Andrew realized that when we work together with like-minded individuals, magic happens. Great things can be accomplished, and maybe that is the reason why we are all here. To learn to work together in harmony. So based on this principle, Andrew found the harmonic frequencies of 40 Hz, which were physical vibrations and sounds, and with the addition of light, the ultimate harmonic convergence of energies was created. It was now a case of finding the volume and the method to focus these harmonic energy waves into the human body itself.
Andrew punched in 60 dB into the machine as the speakers slowly ramped up and became annoyingly loud, and the orange, being so close to the speakers, began to jiggle just a little. The speakers were then turned up to 82, and at this point, Andrew put on his sound-blocking headphones to protect his ears as the fruit jumped and jiggled, rolled, and wiggled on the pedestal between the six 80-watt speakers. The fruit was dancing quite violently at this point. Andrew wasn't sure if it was due to the frequency or simply the expulsion of air from each of the speakers themselves.
But then suddenly, without any warning, the orange seemed to settle, hardly moving at all, as he stepped in closer to see if the patches were beginning to become healthy looking again. Then, one, two, three, four seconds of nothingness, then splat!! The orange burst, ruptured, and juice spilled out, and Andrew's shirt and jeans were covered in little tiny segments of orange and orange juice. "Rather the fruit than me at this point," he thought. The silence and vanishing of movement, followed by an exciting pithy burst and a strong orange smell, plus the remnants of segments over the immediate vicinity, made it look worse than it actually was. Though it appeared that Andrew had discovered that sound waves, in this particular instance, caused what he felt were low-pressure, cavitation waves that tore the fruit apart from the outside rather than an internal vibration and alignment of the cellular structure itself. With every failure comes a win if you just know where to look; sometimes, looking at things from another angle altogether results in answers.
With that first experimentation under his belt, he realized he should approach it with a low and slow method. A 40 Hz harmonic range of both light and sound and physical vibration of the body itself, a low decibel volume of around 40 dB, as he liked the 40/40 combination. Add to this a vibrating platform, also set to 40 Hz to physically shake the human body at a harmonic range, that would possibly introduce healthy wavelengths back into the system.
What Andrew also stumbled upon is the numerology aspects of this. The number 40 / 40 / 40 could also be reduced, just like the concept of the fraction, to 3. 40+40+40 = 120, 1 + 2 = 3. Which was Tesla's method of choosing a number; when he had to, he would choose the odd number, not even. Due to the inherent and incredible powers of 3,6 and 9. After many years of fighting diabetes, In and out of the hospital, being so close to the brink of not being able to recover, but finally resting upon a way of living with a method of eating that gave Andrew back his youth and vitality and power of being once more.
He had many scars over his body of proof of wars of the past that he survived. His shins are like the inside of a library book with a stamp for each occasion that something happened in his building and making career. His battered legs were visible signs to the world that he had survived many things. But it was also a visual indicator of his current state of health. Where the skin was thinnest, and any recovery would be easily seen should it take place.
Andrew had created a platform on top of a table that resembled a recliner of sorts With beautifully soft padding and the float-assist mechanism to help the client feel peaceful and at ease, enough so that they would enjoy the experience and be able to relax fully. He decided to try the 40/40/40 frequency on his own leg as he would be able to feel and see immediate results, should they happen. For a long time now, Andrew had not worn shorts due to the marks on his shins.
So white were his legs from the lack of sun that this further sealed the fate of shorts happening ever again, as Andrew disliked the way his legs looked due to this. He double-checked all the settings, made sure that the speakers were in alignment, and ran the decibel meters over all areas of the table, making sure that even the flow of electricity into the table was regulated and clean.
Harmonic resonance in power can cause big damage to electrical products. Andrew has seen this multiple times over the years, though mostly in manufacturing plants where the harmonic resonance was much more of an issue, especially in large factories where many machines constantly run in a rhythm, drawing energy from the area around them like a pulsating giant.
This affects the flow of electricity to other machines and devices in the area, sometimes not getting enough power and momentarily getting too much. This constant ebb and flow of too much power, then not enough, cause motors to burn out and electrical panels within machinery to malfunction.
Interestingly, harmonic resonance was also what we are looking for in the healing of the cells as well (but I'm a completely different way.) Today, Andrew wore his shorts because he wanted to see real-time. What was going on with his shins as he experimented on himself on the contraption he had built. There was one concern. For many years now, Andrew has slowly been losing the ability to feel the lower extremities of his body. First, his toes, then his heels, and slowly creeping up his shins, the lack of feeling over the years slowly being removed as though coursing up his body like ink ascending like litmus paper.
It was the one thing that made him question if he should continue at times in his quest for health. Always a lingering doubt as to whether he would last that long in life compared to others. His concern for the experiment was that if there was pain, If there was some sort of damage being caused by the machine he created, would he feel the results. Or would it push his body over the edge as possibly he destroyed things even more? He realized it would be a risk, but that ultimately it would be an educated risk, and all the research, all the previous testing that pointed to a favorable outcome.
Though he had never used these power levels and this number of electromagnets, speakers, and harmonic devices all at the same time. "Is this what they felt like? "Andrew thought to himself as he began putting away the last few items that were taken out of their manicured spaces within the workshop. Andrew wondered if Marconi, Edison, and Tesla felt the same excitement when venturing into a never before researched arena of exploration. Especially one that involved so much personal risk. He had always heard of scientists and doctors, and engineers doing things at their own risk in order to advance in an area of research.
Such was their belief in their work that they felt the risk was minimal. Andrew's practice of daily meditations at 4 AM and the resulting daily "coincidences "was proof enough that he was being led down a path that he felt was meant to be. The practice that had brought him here, and now, had changed his life, so magically, but began with a couple of years of struggle. He would sit in silence, not knowing how to perform meditation. He tried to clear his mind, to think no thoughts, but the more he tried to do this, the more of the thoughts were rampant and outrageous.
Almost as though something within there was trying to hold him back. Over the years, he gave up more than once trying to meditate until one day, he stumbled upon videos of a doctor, Joe Dispenza. He's always looked at these videos and never truly checked them out because they looked a little (as Andrew would say) "a little cultish…." The initial knee-jerk reaction was that it looked like a bunch of people was following a dude to do weird stuff, but it was more of a lack of understanding on Andrew's part, for he never truly had taken the time to stop and check out what was going on in the videos. Andrew later came to realize that, in fact, all the individuals were there in the audience watching Dr. Joe because he had developed such a great technique that it was changing the lives of many. To the extent that even those with incurable situations were being given hope as they witnessed one by one people just like them overcoming their situation in life.
Guided meditations seem to be a possible answer. It was no longer a case of sitting down and trying to clear your mind. It was now a matter of getting comfortable, putting on your noise-canceling headphones, and listening to the words, as you were being guided within your own body to focus on one organ or area at a time… This was easy to do, and the benefits and the results were real. The anxiety, overthinking and catastrophizing of situations in Andrew's life.
Slowly dissolving into a calm and collected version of himself, whereby all that was left was the ability to enjoy the day-to-day pleasures and experience of being alive. And Andrew saw that when we overcome these mental hurdles we put in our way, we open ourselves up to what Andrew always called "the magic of life itself. " Andrew always realized when he said "magic," some would say God. But he realized that the true God is not concerned whether we give recognition to dominion over humankind, but rather that we are good and kind and caring individuals of the planet. Andrew had always felt it wasn't about giving blind faith.
Most humans had always lived in fear, saying thinking such a thing was blasphemy. Many had said over the years that Andrew was without religion or a belief in God. But he allowed them to think whatever they needed to think to make themselves feel better. The reality was Andrew knew that God was far more than any mortal could truly understand. That a God could not be encompassed by any singular religion or belief system. Andrew felt that what we call God is far more formless and more encompassing and more outside the ability of our mind to comprehend. Most people think of an entity or being, some white, bearded individual looking down over us all, but being free and not raised in fear of being like this, gave Andrew the ability to look at many cultures and their beliefs. For everything that he felt over the years, consciousness is the one thing that is able to create everything.
Where ideas are formed, plans are made, and things are brought to life itself. Albert Einstein once said that "Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions. Imagination is more important than knowledge." Over the years, this had become ever more credible as moments revealed themselves to Andrew whereby events went from Imagination or consciousness to instant manifestation. Small things at first, he would momentarily think, "it would be nice to turn the lamp on for a little more light," and without any explanation, the light would be on. And as though in a confusing loop of reality, he would stop in his tracks, "wait!? What???" The light was now on… But how? "When did I turn the light on" he would think.
Things just happened out of the blue, inconsequential things at first, but they happened. he discovered that these were things that could be scared away. Overthought and lessened in frequency. Andrew found that if he focused too much on how or why, or did he just forget that he actually turned on the light and opened up the program on his computer? That he had just been thinking of. He noticed there was a pattern to the way in which these things would happen.
They were fleeting thoughts of non-important preferences that he would make in his mind. It wasn't even a thought of "I should" or "I wish I would have this or that application open." It was more like thinking of the application momentarily with an underlying thought of it being open. This action, without any physical movement, somehow triggered enough of these moments in his life that Andrew began to realize something else was going on there. Add to this the meditation and his ability to now to even feel segments of his brain or organs within his body, and there was a level of communication being discovered that was beginning to reveal more was at play here; more was possible than at first he had hypothesized.
Ever since Andrew was a small boy, he had thought that if we were made in the image of God itself, then why could not God be conscious. As above, So Below, they say. As within, so without, etc. Fractal images, replicating the smallest of the small to the largest of the large. Like points of memory within the Synapsis of our brains, the neurons within our brains are like stars, black holes that link to each other through invisible conduits of electrical energy.
How we are able to communicate with loved ones halfway around the planet, as happened to Andrew when he was in his early twenties. One of the earliest of Andrew's lessons on the subject. In the early nineties, Andrew minded his own business at home in the United Kingdom, watching TV in the early days of a long-distance relationship with his first wife in the United States. Out of nowhere came a thought and a sense that action needed to be taken.
A sense of urgency, according to that something was not right with the woman that he loved. With nothing to kick this thought into action and no phone in the house where he lived, Andrew decided to look for enough money to make a phone call to call her. Looked around, scavenging coins, enough to make the long-distance phone call over 3,400 miles away. Not being able to find enough loose change to make this call got him a little frantic. Uplifted seat cushions and emptied out jars of junk on countertops, he became more and more intense in the search for a way to make the call.
When he finally found 3 pounds in loose change to make the call, he jumped on his bike, along with a thick two-and-a-half-inch wide chain with a padlock he slung over his shoulder. He jumped onto his eighteen-inch frame, Karakoram mountain bike, a prized possession he had purchased when about 19. He had ridden thousands of miles on this bike, and most days during rush hour, would beat cars home from the Bristol city center, where he worked near at the time. He began his journey around the local area, looking for a phone box that was working, but one after another, each phone booth was vandalized.
Cut cables, non-working handsets, no dial tones, and after the fourth telephone booth he found, he began to tremble with the fear that something serious was wrong. A fear entered his body that everything was in jeopardy. All the while, not a single indicator that anything was truly wrong other than a feeling he had. He turned onto the street in a last-ditch effort to find a working phone, and instantly he saw the light inside the box of a red booth with graffiti all over the windows. He rested his bike up against the booth and, with shaking hands, began to make the call. A few moments later, the phone rang on the other end, and Andrew waited with bated breath to see why he was feeling the way he was. When she picked up, she was crying…
It appeared that something that happened that had brought into question whether she was going to continue this relationship at all. Andrew, seeing it for what it was and realizing that something bigger was in jeopardy, pleaded his case to still make a go of things. After about 10 minutes of conversation, the last 50 pence ran out, and he felt an even greater sense of "I have to make this happen. " In Andrews's mind, this was a calling out from the universe to make sure that a specific set of circumstances did not happen that would jeopardize the future, which would possibly have a terrible knock-on effect on the rest of history itself.
Andrew thought very little about this over the years, and to this day, it was still possibly the biggest unexplained event in his life. "But what if it is all connected," he thought. When we zoom out to the scale of the universe, these very same points of light joined with invisible flows of electricity, like the neurons in our brains, Andrew had always put these two together, and it felt so natural and right, but surely it must be as they say, "God is all around us" but our minds are too frail and small to imagine the vastness and majesty of consciousness, that is the god mind. Andrew had always observed that humans "humanize" everything.
We put human emotions on our pets, and we look at God and think of It as a man… Some, a woman… He had always felt that these were small and limiting beliefs. Andrew put away the last few nuts and bolts, cleaned the brush that was sitting in methylated spirits, and wiped down the workshop surfaces ready for the next project. He dimmed the LED lighting down 25% as he wanted to test the built-in lighting source that he had created within the table assembly itself. Andrew was playing with the healing abilities of another wavelength. The near-infrared range of lighting helps to stimulate nerve, skin, and hair regeneration.
Lamps were strategically placed around the table at specific meridian points that would contact the body. And both in a physical sense and a spiritual sense, these lights would access points that would help to ignite a fire, a re-igniting of health within. Andrew hooked up the electrical wires for silicone electrodes for the scalp, chest and shoulders, hands and fingertips, lower back, thighs, calves, and feet. He made a note when attaching the silicone pads to his chest that they were a touch too short and may require lengthening if others were to ever use this machine by themselves. Andrew had theorized many years ago that nerve damage was simply the body being hindered from sending a signal to the next part of the body.
The electrical signal had become so weak and that a line of nerves had become so damaged that the electrical impulse could no longer jump a gap to continue the signal. His initial conclusion of this possibility was the day (about 15 years ago) when the Verizon technician for the house phone came to visit as Andrew and his wife were having phone issues. After several frustrating hours, the technician reported that the cable running to the house was broken somewhere in the ground that ran from house to house at the top of the street, 10 houses in succession. The man was over-explaining the issue, and Andrew was way ahead of him, already wondering about the nerves in his feet that were beginning to act up back then.
He saw some years ago that Biohackers developed an electrical device for the head, but with a headband and a mild electric current throughout the scalp, allowing individuals to think and react faster. Supercharging the brain, as it were. If it could work for the brain, he thought, then why would it not work for nerves in general? A conduit for electrical impulses? If the nerves had a harder time carrying the electrical impulse, why not turn up the voltage? He filed it away in his brain for another time as he dealt with other life issues. Andrew discovered this in the early stages of his design.
The electrodes were not required for every part of the body. He created Gold, plated contact points, smooth metal, and electrodes, about an inch square, with rounded corners and a slightly convex surface. Designed not to poke into the body but more to rest upon the surface and to assist with the galvanic response and the conductivity of the electrical impulses from the electrode to the nerves just below the skin. These points were coated with electroplating of Gold, a process Andrew had learned from watching YouTube for an hour every morning before school. The ultimate conductor.
The electricity is set to 40 Hz, and the power output is set to three milliamperes, just over that of a 9 Volt battery. It had already been discovered that brain stimulation with scalp electrodes and passing to milliamps from a 9 V battery for a period of time improved baseline responses within tests by 50%. Electrodes were placed on the temples, forehead, and rear of the head to stimulate the brain into fast mode without causing damage. Andrew was sure that scientists somewhere, or Biohackers somewhere, were already playing with nerve stimulation for those that suffer from neuropathy, but this was his child to bring into the world and test it upon himself.
The final component of the tests was to bring the workshop from a cool 65° (18.3C) Fahrenheit up to a balmy 78° (25.6C) because to get the most benefit from his machine, the electrode must be a warm contact point on the skin in order to impart the electrical impulses that would be necessary to would work in unison with the vibrational plates within the float-assist mechanism, the speakers for sound waves and the finely tuned LEDs imparting near-infrared, healing, beams of light deep into the skin.
A combination of all of these modalities where the secret sauce to what he believed would reveal incredible results and possibly an amazing discovery for health and healing. For many, becoming sick was not a simple case of any one particular thing in general. For most in the world today, becoming sick was the end result of a multileveled attack, a constant barrage from every angle, lowering our body's defenses to no longer be able to withstand the storm, as it were.
This was Andrew's chance, his input to helping a body claim a little more control by giving back the ability for the communication between cells and to realign the cells, impulses, and vibrational energy to that of a healthy cell once more. Andrew created an extra sound-enhancing head unit for extra speakers to be placed around the ears; also, a box used as the foundation of the table itself was a deep vibrational bass chamber so that music and sound could be not only heard but felt emotionally throughout the entire system. Andrew knew the power of the mind may be more important than any of the eight other concepts that he had worked into this device.
The ability of the brain to create healing to create a healing response. Giving ourselves A chance to have a magical awakening; while the machine did the mechanics aspect, the brain would fulfill the magical aspects. Bass, mid and high-range speakers were placed strategically around the head to encompass ears in such a way that the user would feel engulfed in the ambiance or the mood of the audio that was played to enhance the experience. Dee and Andrew's cat, Felicity, had made her way into the workshop as Andrew was playing with the electrodes connected to his body. She would often sit, lay in a corner, or curl up in one of the shelving units Andrew had mounted on the wall in order for her to find refuge when the crazy one, "Mimi," was on the prowl. Overlooking Andrew as he worked. It seemed to give her comfort, knowing that her dad was just a stone's throw away, always within sight, giving peace and comfort and security, knowing that he was there. An occasional eye automatically opens just to check… "Yep, still there…." On this day, she had just come in from the main house from playing with Bugsy; the older male cat (Boo) was always the smart one, always such a prince, very regal in the way that he carried himself like a lion's spirit. But to be honest, you have never really met a more timid and afraid cat than Boo. Bugsy strutted around; when he did things, he did things with purpose, and they happened without issue.
For Felicity, it was more of a case of wild interaction, you would feel sorry for her as she tried to play with the balls or the other toys, but they would always go flying across the room with reckless abandon as she lost control, and didn't know how to play with these things. It was as though she was in the early stages of earning her cat license. Andrew was sure that she would get there someday. She had always been the most loving of all three cats that they owned. She curled up into a ball, nestled her head into her stomach as she lay there, and began to snooze all curled up like a pretzel.
To be continued…
