Part of the book "Living in the Heart" by Drunvalo Melchizedek.
"Chapter One Beginning with the Mind.
Almost at random I chose a seemingly arbitrary point in my life to begin my story: not while I was in meditation of the higher worlds of sacred geometry or the Mer-Ka-Ba, but in a simple everyday scene, where I made a decision to help the Earth heal her environment using technology of the mind.
I feel we all have this responsibility, and if I was going to talk about it as 1 did in some of my public lectures, I had to live it.
So I opened myself to all the possibilities that might come my way of how I could personally help heal the environmental conditions on our dear Earth. But so that you understand—it is not the subject of cleaning the environment itself that is the reason why I am telling you this story. It is what happened to me and how my life changed while I was experimenting with an environmental machine called the R-2 that began to open my spirit to a new and different manner of experiencing life. Little did 1 know at the time that these technological experiments would lead beyond my mind into uncharted parts of my consciousness and deep into a secret place within my heart.
Clearing the Air with Technology
The story begins in May of 1996, when an old friend called me up and asked if I was interested in helping on an air pollution clearing project he was involved with in Denver, Colorado. I'll keep his name quiet since I believe he would want me to; I'll just call him Jon. This man was a renegade scientist studying all aspects of life and the physical world in a small but sophisticated home lab. I doubt his IQ could even be measured, as he was clearly a master genius. He had created a new way to "see" into the reality using microwave emissions, which gave him a tremendous advantage in searching for answers in our world. Even our government, knowing his work, was not able to duplicate it until just recently. Jon said that he and his associates, one of whom was Slim Spurling with his incredible coils, had found out something about nature that could heal some of the environmental problems of the planet, and he wanted me to see what it was.
He said that they had cleared up the air pollution in Denver and that the air was now pristine. He asked me to come and see for myself. I could hardly believe this, since I used to live in Boulder,Colorado, just a few miles from Denver, which had at that time, in the late 70s, the worst air quality in America—worse than Los Angeles even. It was one of the reasons I had left Boulder in the first place. Actually, I thought Jon might be exaggerating, but knowing his intellect and genius, pretty much anything was possible. So I figured, why not? I needed to get away anyhow, and this looked like something that at the very least would be interesting.
I decided to go with an open mind, with no expectations. Even if what he said wasn't true, this trip would bring me close to the snow-capped mountains of the Rockies, which always made me feel more alive. A week later I stepped off the plane in Denver into a virginal atmosphere the likes of which I had rarely seen in my life. It was more like there was no atmosphere. I could see the trees on the mountains in the far distance, twenty miles away. 1 just stood there like a lost tourist in a strange land, gawking at a cleanliness I never saw in the five years I lived there. To say my interest was piqued is putting it mildly; I was stoked. Could Jon really have done this? An airport taxi crawled up next to me, the driver exuding a soft, relaxed state of mind.
He motioned for me to get in the front seat as though I was his old friend, and within minutes we were silently gliding toward Slim Spurling's home and research lab, a place I had never seen before but had heard great stories about. I remember looking into the taxi driver's eyes, and he seemed to be completely stress-free, an unusual quality for a taxi driver. I asked him how he liked his job. Looking at the road ahead, he said that he loved what he did. To him, people were like open books telling him stories of their experiences as they traveled around the world. On this note he asked me why I was in Denver. 1 told him 1 was there to find an answer to the world's pollution problems. He looked at me, this time with a childlike innocence, and said,
"Its all gone now. Look, no air pollution." 1 told him 1 could see that the air was amazingly clean.
"More than that," he said. "Everyone I know feels so good! Do you know what happened?" I didn't have an answer to his question, and soon we pulled up to a series of old two-story apartment buildings on the long street that eventually ends at the Colorado School of Mines in Golden, Colorado. Here I was to meet Slim Spurling, one of the researchers compiling the experimental information on a new pollution reduction instrument called the R-2. This was a magical invention that somehow captured the wave-form of a rain cloud just as it was about to lighten and sent it over a thirty-five mile area, breaking hydrocarbons down into harmless molecules, oxygen and water vapor.
Was it really true? It definitely felt like it from breathing the air on Slims street. I knocked and heard Slim yell for me to come on in, and so I did.
His house was definitely a laboratory and not a place to live, sleep and eat. It soon became clear that his place to live was upstairs, separate from his researching world. Strange copper coils of various sizes were sitting around the floor and there were other things that only God and Slim knew what they were. To this man, who looked like a cross between Merlin with his long, white beard and an old cowboy searching for a lost cow to herd home, these "old coils" were actually doing something to help clean up Denver's air pollution. Jon was not there on the first day but Slim, his co-inventor, and two other researchers who were testing the equipment were. Soon the two left for the day and I was alone with Slim and could begin to understand this man, who was another genius as it rapidly became apparent. I stayed with Slim and his colleagues for a few days learning what they felt they could share with me. Here is how an R-2 works—actually, there is much more to it, but the following is an approximation: The waveform a rain cloud emits just as it is about to discharge lightning is duplicated in a special machine (this is not the R-2). It is then put on a computer chip in the R-2, whose speaker system sends it into the atmosphere through an embedded coil called a harmonizer. The waveform then grows and expands into the shape of a toroidal field (like a donut), affecting the gravity waves to clean up the pollution from a distance. TheR-2 has four dials attached to the end of threaded metal rods, forming a tetrahedron. The dials can be turned to tune the toroidal field so that it "becomes alive." Jon and Slim both considered the toroidal energy fields to be "alive"(and so would I after I witnessed how it interacted with nature).
I tried to keep an open mind since much of this was new to me at the time. First I learned how to tune an R-2 by a feeling in my third eye as I turned the four dials on the unit. Really, it was very easy; as I' d hadso much experience in the psychic field, doing this seemed completely natural to me. (Later I realized that only a few could do this right, but almost any sensitive can be trained.)"
Light Life technology explained by Slim Spurling's wife