by Betsy Chasse

Ever Google the words “QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT?” There are about 790,000 entries for those words. And Google found them in 5 seconds! What is it with our fascination with time anyway?!

I received hundreds of responses to my query about how and why we create realities like Katrina. They ran the gamut of space aliens to those two big words QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT. We are all one. We are all connected. So therefore we all created Katrina. Why? What’s up with our collective consciousness? Look at the state of our world. Is it good? Is it bad? Who’s to say what good and bad is? And who are “They” anyway?! Oops I digress!

I could write pages and pages about our connectedness and those two words, “Quatum Entanglement.” How about I just do a shameless plug for the new book, which has excerpts from our interviews with Dean Radin and Lynn McTaggert, both of whom talk extensively on the subject. I’m also pleased to report that the “Rabbit Hole” version of “Bleep?!” dives deep into that hole as well. But you’ll have to wait until next year to see what our Greek Chorus has to say about it! In the meantime, check out the book. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what Will, Mark and I have come up with.

But to get back to this issue, not only is the Letters section full of reader’s responses about creating Katrina, this issue is crammed with great articles that explore everything from Dark Matter to ancient labyrinths, Edgar Cayce to not-so-hidden political messages in recent movies. Be sure not to miss the interview with NBC’s reality show life coach, Rhonda Britten of Starting Over. You can also catch up on all the latest with The Bleep?!

I am pleased to hear from people how much they’re enjoying The Bleeping Herald. Tell your friends. Write in and tell us what you think and what you want to hear about!

Betsy Chasse

Dancing With Katrina

By Sue Frederick

In the summer of 1969, my life was changed forever by Hurricane Camille. Our beloved Long Beach, Mississippi home (loved by four generations of Nolans) was washed from the earth by “storm surge.” Only the concrete foundations were left, with a few tattered dish towels waving in the breeze from the top of our ancient oak tree.  

In my dreams, I still return to Long Beach for languid afternoons with my grandparents beneath that Water Oak, building forts in the sugar cane field with my cousins. In my dreams, we dig our toes into the toasty white beach sand, and slosh through the warm, shallow, salty gulf water that was our summer world. Our family never rebuilt the Long Beach house, and my father wept about it when he died 25 years later. 

In September of 2005, the icons of my New Orleans childhood were also washed away; Katrina took my grandfather’s ferry boat landing on the Mississippi; my father’s and mother’s childhood homes in Algiers, and my own childhood home on Canal Boulevard - and left them twisted, looted, and unrecognizable. And Katrina violently re-destroyed Long Beach. 

Again, relatives were lost and found, and some died from the chaos. Our family went into deep mourning once again. I fell into a black hole of despair for nearly a week…until I remembered the question. The only question that matters: “What’s next?” Or more importantly, “What do we want to happen next?” 

I kept asking myself that question until I got some answers. I began to see the bigger picture, and I understood that human evolution on this planet is speeding up. I understood that we are being called to bring our darkness and negativity into the light to be healed. New Orleans and much of the southeast had wallowed in relentless poverty and crime for decades – and no one had seemed to notice. Now, everyone is noticing. 

Now, impoverished families are being taken to new cities and offered opportunities that they never imagined possible. Families are being disassembled and reassembled in new configurations elsewhere. My mother’s 89-year-old sister was evacuated from a nursing home in New Orleans, taken to Baton Rouge, and then, miraculously and inexplicably, taken to Mobile, Alabama – only ten minutes away from my mother. Now, the two of them are reunited for the first time in years.

Consider these possibilities:

New Orleans is being delivered from its dark political secrets, its shameless poverty, its flawed levee system, to be cleaned up and redesigned; modeled after Amsterdam where water levels are managed and embraced gracefully to create a unique and wondrous city.

Your thoughts are sending vibrations to those hurricane survivors and government officials that will either help or hinder their progress in healing and rebuilding.

Take the Katrina Dream Challenge:

Please join me in this effort. Every morning at sunrise, take ten minutes to picture an amazing newly rebuilt city of New Orleans, and a re-developed southeast with economic opportunities much greater than casinos and tourist attractions.

Picture hurricane survivors returning to their homelands and rebuilding better lives than before. Imagine the joy of a “new south” that becomes a powerful economic and social force in this country, providing massive opportunities for education and meaningful employment.    Imagine medical research facilities, great universities and schools, aerospace research and development companies, and cutting edge technologies opening their offices in those now-devastated areas. Imagine scientific weather researchers discovering ways to redirect hurricanes and tsunamis and send them back out to sea before they wreak havoc on the land.