
Resonance
XXI — The Masters of Our Own Reality
These pockets of past energy, disruptors of good present energy with past, bad energies are the mechanism behind their creation to help defend us against new dangers have become a danger to our present state of health. They are lodged deep within and wait upon the merest slip of a call to rise to the surface and control our beings and happiness with what demonstration of reaction it, emotion, deems to be right for us. We have to control that; we have to suppress that; we have to be the masters of our own reality and not slaves to the past reality of our experience. We can do that so long as you believe that the creation of the negative energy is energy, and being energy it can have the contrary of energy and an engine of true positive energy and enlightenment.
Every resonant cell in our body can feel the vibrations of life around us. They can sense when we're tense, and they react accordingly, and they feed to one another in resonant communication the messages they themselves have received in vibrations. This energised field seeks to establish harmony, and it doesn't care if the harmony is either negative or positive as they don't determine the fact, they only react to the act, and nothing more. These vibrations resonate in different vibrations, and stress too has its own vibrational frequency with which the resonant energy in our beings strive to harmonise with. This is why when we start with a bad day, we attract further failures and mishaps in the day until the day becomes truly awful. We ourselves have caused the bad day; we have allowed it; we have allowed our resonant field of energy to not only feel the vibration of what is negative, but have even allowed the field to resonate with the frequency, so that we attract further harmony of mishap, which is like a domino effect, and the day can even become a veritable disaster.
It is said that 90% of all illness is stress related. When we look at the noun 'illness' and substitute it for 'strain', it becomes much more manageable to understand, and in so doing, we can prevent our bodies feeling the strain if we can condition our beings at the resonant level not to bend, not to change shape, but to endure, and see the stress as merely the single beat of bee's wing on a summer day when our initial surprise is quickly extinguished, and we carry on with the recreational sport of the afternoon.
If we allow ourselves to exist in a world within ourselves composed of stress, where anger, bitterness, regret, loss, futility, fear, prejudice and hatred reside, then we are the composers of our own doom. The vibrational energies become clung to all the negative aspects of the Universe with the result that stress presses the strain, and stain, in being vanquished, relinquishes to illness and disease. Most people don't attach the degree of necessary importance to rid our beings of this most destructive of illnesses; some even relish in the desire and feeling of being bad, of being filled with envy and hatred against other beings existing in the Universe which is all ours collectively, together. One can only deem it ignorance, and it is useless to pontificate to such a wall of negative energy, but it's wiser, much wiser, to move on, and concentrate the whole efforts of our own energy to combat the dark forces lurking within all us, in all our experiences. The ancient Greeks knew that the well of life, which we call us, is susceptible to negative thoughts and actions in ignorance.
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Karl Swainston is a writer and storyteller whose work is forged from a life lived across the North of England and far beyond. Growing up on a Leeds council estate in the 1960s, Karl's journey was anything but linear. By the age of thirty, he had already lived a dozen lives: from the rigors of grammar school to a degree in Latin, a stint as a fishmonger, a period of discovery living in Marseille, and a return to the hustle of London. Whether working as a postman, a builder, or competing as a county-level chess player, he was, above all, an avid reader—constantly documenting the world around him. This restless spirit continued into his professional life. Karl later taught in Bradford, where he ran a specialist unit for 244 of the most excluded students from across the region—young people whom even the local Pupil Referral Units could not accommodate. Working alongside his old friend Malcolm, Karl spent his days navigating the volatility of Bradford's most aggressive and dysfunctional teenagers. Throughout his life, Karl has been an avid runner and has always shared his home with a rotating cast of beloved dogs and cats—companions who have been constant witnesses to his work. As a writer, Karl's range is as expansive as his history. He works across a wide breadth of genres, including fiction and short stories, autobiography and memoir, biography, non-fiction, and metaphysical writing, as well as providing sharp commentary, opinion, analysis, and essays. Whether writing about his years managing the Harrogate Arms or offering insights from his current adopted home in South East India, where he lives in a simple village with his dog, Bambi, Karl's voice reflects the full, untidy, and deeply human breadth of life. He continues to draw on the rich, decades-long tapestry of his experiences to tell stories that matter, proving that no matter where you live, the human story remains the same.
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