You are Connected by the Light

We have confirmed what many others have found-that each of us has a human energy field. We have made exciting discoveries into the nature of that field, its origins, and how it links into the universal field, and how it links us all together in one Cosmic Internet. As we studied the energy fields in markets, our investigations led us to the work of others, such as Dr. Valarie Hunt, who have linked the human energy field to the earth's electromagnetic field. We have developed a new and unique theory which ties all these ideas together. We have begun work on a book titled Connected by The Light - Your Cosmic Internet

Only the first two chapters are done. Here they are for your entertainment. If you like them, send me Email. If you are or know a good literary agent who can help me, call 303 452 5566. Like most projects, getting a book done takes time and money and encouragement. I appreciate any help you can give me.

The following material is copyrighted by Dr. Allen L. Larson and may not be reproduced without written permission.

Hello. My name is Al Larson. I have a message for you.

I am a fellow traveler though the cosmos. I am an engineer and scientist. I am connected to the Cosmic Internet. So are you. We all are. In the words of Chief Seattle, "All things are connected."

Over that network, I have received thousands of ideas, insights, and impulses.

I did not understand where they came from. They just showed up. Six of them are now recorded as United States patents. Amazingly easy to do. After the ideas popped into my head I just wrote them down. Many people think I am creative. Sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm not. I never understood that, either. Sometimes poetry has exploded into my head. Sometimes I just wrote that down, too. It's buried somewhere in a dusty file drawer. Engineers aren't poets, you know.

You may not be aware of this Cosmic Internet. At one time I was an unconscious incompetent. I could not use the net.I didn't know it. I was a happy idiot. Then they sent me to school. They had me read a lot of stuff, memorize tons of junk, and learn about something mystical called ideas.

Funny things, ideas. They don't seem to know what time it is. There's always the idea whose time has come. We like that one. Then there's the old-fashioned idea. It's like a rusted out old car. No one wants that one. Then there is the new idea. People like some of those. But only the ones that are like the ones they already have. If your new idea is too different, it's like a big bear. It scares people. They want to shoot it. Sometimes they want to shoot you. I learned those things, too.

With training, I grew into an unconscious competent. I became a manufacturer of new ideas. I became a vendor of the new. I was into microprocessors when Intel had forty people. I could see, somehow, that this idea would be huge, even though the chips were tiny. It looked like an idea whose time had come. Some people told me I had great foresight. I didn't know where it came from. That bothered me.

But I made a good living selling my free ideas. They had a great markup. I married, raised a family, and built two careers. Funny, each lasted thirteen years. Life was sometimes hectic, but mostly good. I rode over the ebb and flow. I loved my family. They loved me. I was happy. They call this success. People told me I had my head screwed on straight. I had the right stuff. It was great.

Then a crazy idea wandered into my head. It told me to pitch this high paying job and go do my own thing. Whatever that was. This idea was strong. It kept getting stronger. It came back every time I sent it away. When my business unit hemorrhaged red ink, their appetite for new ideas died. Downsizing. "Recareering". Cutbacks. Seven years. My crazy idea pushed me over the edge. I jumped. Surely I had gone mad.

I cooked up more ideas. I paid the bills. I did my thing. I made ideas. People bought them. They gave me that money stuff. I bought food, shelter, clothing, transportation, fun, and things like that. So I kept on cooking up my stew of new ideas. If I could keep it up, I might even become rich.

Then a horrible thought wandered into my head. I didn't know where this one came from either. But it scared me. It had dagger teeth, and cold dark eyes, and an evil grin. What if the ideas stopped? If they stopped, the money stopped. If the money stopped, the food stopped. I never cared much for hunger. I could even die.

That idea kept hanging around. Like a beggar on a street corner. It even looked like one. But I pushed him aside, built more ideas, kept busy, and locked him out. I didn't need to feed him. I had ideas of my own to raise and sell. So the sun kept shining. When it didn't, I slept well.

Then in the dark of night a new creature crept into my head. A nightmare. It was about my time in Vietnam. I flew 426 combat missions there. I saw, heard, felt, and did things they didn't tell me about in school. I did my duty well, and proudly, and never looked back. I didn't bring home any dragons.

Yet, this creature was here, and definitely a dragon. It wasn't one of my memories. Where did it come from? Why was it here after twenty six years? How did it crawl out of the cellar of my subconscious? What the hell was my subconscious anyway? I wasn't even sure what my conscious mind was. Some sort of biological computer. Computers I understood.

The beast came back the next night. I sent him away. He kept coming. He wouldn't let me sleep. I looked for my brain's off switch. I couldn't find it.

In ten nights, I slept only three. I was terrified. Where did this demon come from? Why now? Why me? How do I get rid of him?

I had no new ideas. They had stopped coming! My fears were being realized. No ideas. No money. No food. I cried for help.

The health care professionals were great. They were gentle and kind. They asked me a lot of questions. They classified my problem. They labeled it. Clinical depression. Post traumatic stress syndrome. They gave me pills. That would send the dragon away. Neat. Simple.

My therapist was great. She listened. She told me I wasn't crazy. My wife, my soulmate, was great. She listened. She told me I wasn't crazy. But all I had were questions. My therapist gave me books to read. Lots of mumbo-jumbo about internal conflict, belief systems, post traumatic stress disorders, working oneself to death, twelve steps, getting over depression, and all that stuff. I was back in school.

I bought other books without a clue as to why. More words. More stuff I didn't understand. What was going on? The dragon was gone. At least for now. But my brain wasn't fixed. I knew that.

Whatever I had learned the first time wasn't enough. A PhD and two careers of experience wasn't enough. I had to learn more. I read. I read more. I devoured books. I pondered.

The dragon was something called a dream. I read about Native Americans and their dreams. I grew up in Sioux country. I got a dream catcher. I still did not understand. I still felt the terror of the unexplained.

I asked my doctor where dreams came from. He said he didn't know. I asked him if they would go away. He said sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't. I asked him if the medicine helped. He said sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't. I asked him if I could get off the medicine. He said maybe I could, maybe I couldn't.

Not exactly engineering precision.

Then it hit me. He didn't have any better idea of what was going on than I did. We were both unconscious competents. I made ideas in my head. But I had only a vague notion of how. He fixed broken brains. But he had only a vague notion of how.

Oh, my God!

I am going to die.

I'm hit.

My brain is broken.

It can't be fixed.

I'm going down in flames.

I don't even know why.

This is no way to die.

Better to just be struck by lightning.

Lightning did strike me. Twice. Once about a month after I crashed. Then about a week ago. The first bolt was on Mt. Washburn in Yellowstone National Park where my soulmate and I were nearly struck by lightning. We were saved by a little girl's prayers. Then, I did not understand this religious experience. Now I do.

The second bolt was one of scientific insight. I figured out what that dream demon was. Understanding slew the dragon. It was a magnetic message carried into my brain's neural nets over the Cosmic Internet. The earth's magnetic field, directed by the motions of the earth, moon, and planets, connected me to Vietnam. The magnetic earth's crust in Vietnam, like a huge floppy disk, had earlier recorded my thoughts and feelings. I left those magnetic footprints in 1969. In 1994, at the correct time, the planetary system moved lines of magnetic flux to pass through those footprints and through me in Denver. Like the read head on my floppy disk drive, my brain's neural nets read the data. I understand how neural nets work. Now I understand why I had those dreams.

My nets were free. I had told them to take the rest of the evening off. They didn't do as I said. Just like kids and dogs and cats. Independent. They kept working. They set to work trying to recognize the incoming data. That's what our nets do. Constantly. Always.

They look at data. They do a well understood computation using electrical voltages to represent the data. They add, subtract, multiply, and divide these voltages to generate a voltage that says, "I match this pattern." When the match is good, a strong positive voltage is generated. I call this the "recognition voltage." When the pattern does not match the net's preprogrammed pattern, a negative voltage is generated. It is called an error signal.

We program the nets by repeatedly feeding them a pattern until they learn to recognize it. Just like telling a child or a pet something until they "get it." When they recognize much of a pattern, they can "predict" the rest of it. They can see into the future.

Wow. Nostradamus in our heads!

Nostradamus, who lived in France in the 1500's, predicted the future with amazing accuracy, including Adolph Hitler and the Holocast. He knew something!

I now know how Nostradamus could see into the future. Precisely. He understood the system and how it worked!

The message I have for you is this:

I have recovered the secret of Nostradamus. I have brought it completely up to date scientifically. I can explain the Cosmic Internet, how it works, how you are connected to it, and how you can use it.

You can use it with engineering precision. You can optimize the use of it - scientifically.

This knowledge has Cosmic power. It can set the world free of tyranny. I fought for that it Vietnam. Tyranny won that one. I now have a brand new weapon. I want to give it to every person on earth. The pen is mightier than the sword.

This power is awesome. It makes the atomic bomb look puny. It can destroy the earth and all that is on it. Or it can beam us into the third millenium, the fabled "Age of Aquarius." It is our choice. The secret of making the right choice is getting this message to all the beings on the globe. Then no one can use the power over others. We the people of planet earth can overcome tyranny.

My part is to deliver the message. I shall explain how things work as clearly, simply, and correctly as I can. Your job is to learn to use this knowledge, apply it wisely, and save the earth for our children. You can do it. You must. Your internal peace is at stake. World peace is at stake.

My favorite TV program is "Unsolved Mysteries." That's because I love a great mystery. Scientists are detectives. We look for clues. We try to figure out what happened. We use logical thinking. If this, then that. The trail leads to a suspect. They committed the crime. If we can make the connection, we can discover who did it, how they did it, and why. We even let the criminal off easy if there is no reason why. Insanity. Great defense. Sherlock Holmes. Agatha Christy!

See, you already know how to be a scientist. You just don't know that you know. So you are an unconscious competent. Me, I'm a conscious competent. I studied scientific methods for years. I got diplomas. Tickets. Anointments. Keys to locked doors. I was approved by the powers in control. They blessed me, labeled me, and sent me out into the world. I worked as a professional. That means for money. Amateurs work for love. Love has the greater power. Now I can explain why.

That blessing by the powers and my sheepskin got me from one castle to another. Like a medieval knight, I could gain entrance by presenting my coat-of-arms, my degree. Once inside, of course, I had to please the king. It's the same way now. Its just that the castles are companies, governments, hierarchies. The kings are bosses. I know. I was one.

The king also had his magician, his Merlin. The king liked the knight because he brought him great physical power. He could slay any dragon. At least any physical dragon. But when the king wanted to slay a mental dragon, or invade the mental kingdom of his chosen enemy, he called on his magician. He could tap the powers of the Cosmos. He could turn the wrath of nature on someone. Witchcraft.

Witchcraft is still practiced around the globe today. I have personally seen the awesome power of witchcraft. I had a kindred spirit killed by a witch. A good, decent man. Sad. This happened in 1994. The power is there. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. Just like my medicine.

God help us all if the forces of evil become conscious competents!

There were also monasteries and churches. Monks. Priests. Saints.They tried to use this power for good. Many miracles were done. History records them accurately, around the globe. Many still happen. Around the globe, weekly, millions flock to tap into this power. Some times it works. Sometimes it doesn't. Just like my medicine.

Both these hierarchies fell victim to ignorance. They were unconscious incompetents. They knew how to use the Cosmic power, but they did not know how it worked. Same as my doctor. Same as me and my nightmare.

So my first task is to convert you from an unconscious competent scientist, to a conscious competent. Don't worry. In one short chapter I can do it. I have that power. I know how it works. Soon, you will, too. When we are done, you will know how to answer most, if not all, of the "Why?" Questions. You know, the ones your kids ask. The ones your parents couldn't answer. At our house, those are "Amy questions." They do have answers.

Questions we can now answer-scientifically.

How did a little girl's prayer's save my life? Where do dreams come from? What is a thought? What is love? How does dowsing work? How did Yuri Geller bend a spoon? What are ghosts? Where do memories of past lives come from? What is deja vu? What is a religious experience? What is love at first sight? Why did I suddenly think of that? Why were you thinking of me just before I called? Why wouldn't that tree grow until I moved it over two feet? How does the laying on of hands heal? Why do great minds think alike? Why do you like your music, but I hate it? Why does the younger generation reject the likes of their parents? Why do scientific inventions occur simultaneously at two different places on the globe? How does a shark know that there is blood in the water 50 miles away the instant it is there? How can someone read someone else's mind? Why does astrology sometimes work, sometimes not? What causes earthquakes? Why do spouses finish the other's sentence? What causes war? Why do we climb mountains? Why does walking barefoot on the grass feel so good? Why do we say, "What goes around, comes around?" What is a belief? How can we heal better? Why do we get sick? What is disease? Why is there an eye at the top of the pyramid on the United States currency? What is freedom? Why did the Challenger blow up? What really happened in Tieneman Square? How are we all created equal? How do can we discover what is right for us? How can we live a better life? How can we make this a better world? Why are we drawn to things? What is fear? How do we overcome it? And more.

That's the end of the first two chapters of what became my book. Your Electric Life. You can order it in electronic form on the [EStore].