The "hero's journey" is one that proves to be interesting, because you end up finding much more than what you bargained for.
Here's how I think it starts for a lot of people, and here's where it started for me: "I want to lose weight, look younger," whichever. The journey starts that way. You want to lose a little weight, feel a little better, look a little younger.
There is, of course, also that sense of responsibility: Blood pressure can't run high, Vitamin deficiency can be dangerous, a chance of heart disease...there are just so many things that can go wrong if/when you don't eat right.
But here's what some of us realize, and some still don't understand about following a plant-based diet. It's not merely about weight loss, thinning your blood, being able to hit the gym without passing-out...whatever!
What actually starts to happen is that you feel an interconnectedness with your surroundings. There is a oneness that you feel, with your environment, and this is because you're eating plant-based foods. The more you listen to Ralph Smart, for example, the more you learn about the correlation between raw foods and the Third Eye.
One must remember, that because those foods are based on the natural world, they contain massive doses of vitamins/enzymes that your body is not used to. It goes into a nutrient shock, because now you're eating "stuff" that actually comes from the earth; it's not synthetic, like processed foods.
A few things you'll notice: when you switch to a plant-based diet, the body's response is more or less the same as it's response to meditation. For example, you now see, more clearly, the "electricity" that flows from natural landscapes, like grass and clouds.
On a plant-based diet, you'll find it easier to synchronize with the sound of water. Ever notice how the sound of water changes, the longer that you listen to it? That very sense of interconnectedness not only becomes apparent, but becomes strengthened with a plant-based diet.
It's simple enough: eat fruits and vegetables. But of course you can get sophisticated with the wheatgrass, spirulina and the like. Because at that level of nutrition, that's where you start to see auras, entities and so on.
If you look hard enough, you can see faces/entities within the fabric of a green drink, or smoothie that you may blend for breakfast. I believe that this is why I began seeing entities, once going organic, and I believe that binaural beats can facilitate this as well.
Stare hard enough into the trees, even into plants and bushes. Listen long enough to the rushing waters. What one finds is that a natural aura is present in each of these, and it's your third eye, your interconnectedness to the natural world, that allows the over-amping of these senses to happen. Your sense of style and romance seem to heighten as well.
In his June, 2015 article on the "fallacies" of organic dieting in relation to cancer, along with other terminal diseases, David Gorski talks about the fad of organic foods, stating that Hippocrates and his contemporaries, in ancient Greece, deciphered between "food" and "medicine."
According to Gorski's article, food was a substance that could be changed/converted by the body, especially in the muscles and nerves. In ancient Greece, this is what would have differentiated it from medicine, for Hippocrates and others. Within that same school of thought, "medicine" was thought to be that which could change certain parts of the body itself, where food was simply metabolized by them.
The misconception of food and disease, according to Gorski, stems from a cryptic saying, "In food excellent medication, in food bad medication, bad and good relatively." This saying is now attributed to the Hellenistic Period of Greece, between 323 and 31 B. C., but it does reflect the Hippocratic notion of the "humors," and how that imbalance was believed to ultimately lead to terminal illnesses.
Also, German-American researcher Max Gerson, born in October of 1881, had begun to develop a plant-based diet for cancer, during the first part of the last century. Starting in 1927, he began developing a diet based on raw fruits and vegetables, both for cancer and tuberculosis. The problem with the Gerson diet was that it required at least 20 pounds per day of fresh produce, and this was needed both for making juices and preparing meals.
Along with a massive consumption of fruits and vegetables, Gerson's diet also required a regimen of vitamin B12, along with supplements like thyroid hormones and potassium compounds. The Gerson regimen also consisted of coffee enemas, usually at a rate of 5 per day. In 1928, one of his patients, who reportedly had bile duct cancer, asked Gerson for his recipe. Six months later, Gerson claimed that the patient's cancer was cured, along with two other cases that followed.
But when Gerson took his experimentation to New York City's Gotham Hospital, during the 1940s, the American Medical Association became suspicious. They denounced Gerson's findings, especially when Gerson himself had refused to send the AMA his raw data, upon the Association's request.
That's where treating a lot of things, with food, seems to get tricky. It's like saying, "Ever since I started juicing, the fluid pressures in my eyes have gone down." "Ever since I started eating broccoli, my sex drive has been overactive." While I do continue to believe that organic foods are also healing ones, it is true that there are other factors in the way. That's why Gerson's research was denounced by the AMA, because there were too many variables not being properly tested.
Yes, broccoli can make your libido strong, but then there may be other variables in the mix, such as one's overall, emotional state for any given time, environmental factors like sight and sound...different variables for different situations.
But here's what I'm getting to: following a natural diet does make you feel better overall, and by feeling better overall, your body functions better overall. In 2006, I was diagnosed with glaucoma. In 2014, I started making juices with my NutriBullett. While it didn't cure anything, my eyes/body started to feel better, which often seemed to translate to lower, intraocular pressures at the eye doctor's office. But again, other questions must be asked: Did I drink any coffee that morning, or anything else that could have raised my overall blood pressure? Was I stressed on the morning/afternoon of my visit?!
So whether or not you follow the Hippocratic thought behind the raw food diet, it's still true that one must find the answer through experimentation. In order to find out whether or not a binaural beat will help you to meditate, you have to listen to it for yourself; in order to know whether or not organic foods are beneficial, then you have to follow that diet for yourself.
But I go back to the discussion of interconnectedness. You hear the winds and rushing waters like you never have before. You see the plants and trees as you never have before. Many wellness speakers say that this is because the pineal gland of the brain is decalcified, or activated by an organic diet. And again, no textbook, not even Hippocrates will be able to convince you; you have to dive into your fruits and vegetables, and allow them to build a "3rd Eye atmosphere" within your blood stream.
As you start to do this, I challenge you to go out into nature and feel this interconnectedness, the one that I keep describing. When you see little faces, entities in the rocks...when you are able to see entities in the trees, hear audible speech in the babbling waters...that's how you can prove Hippocrates to be true, and his notion, "Let food be thy medicine," must really be a solidified science.
The very statement is never actually found in the philosopher's, Hippocratic Corpus. But it's a hero's journey that must be taken first-hand anyway. When you eat natural, your body, your very chemistry starts to feel more natural, and you start to realize that because your body is made of fibers, it needs fiber to survive.
Just because something is "old" doesn't mean that it's proven. But if it's been said and for long enough, then there has to be a reason why it was said in the first place!
Here's the problem: many Christians, Muslims and others who are saturated in their beliefs refuse to look into the world of science. Given that, the definition of "religion" is basically one's suspension of belief, but one that has been constructed in order to justify one's own sloppiness.
You see it all the time: That cute little, Southern Baptist church in Houston, Texas or Tupelo, Mississippi. Where everyone "praises the Lord," and yet they continue to drink the juice of Corporatization.
If you've ever watched The Big Bang Theory, then you're already familiar with Mrs. Mary Cooper. As Sheldon's mom, she could not have been any more of an archetype. Assuming that you follow the series, you already know the story: "My husband died at age 50, because I fed him Crisco for 30 years. But that's okay, 'cause 'Jesus took the wheel!'"
In many cases, you find that this is what religion does, by giving everyone who joins a platform, and one against which everything done wrong may be justified. "I kicked the shit out of my girlfriend/wife, but that's okay, because 'Jesus' forgives me!" Or even better, "I've got 72 virgins waiting on the other side!"
This thought pattern extends itself to all aspects of life: Don't eat pork, because the Old Testament says so. "Your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit," but don't worry about what you eat or drink, because, as Scripture says, "Life is but a mist, or a vapor."
Christians and Muslims seem to have this in common, that they say "Yes" and "No" in the same breath. "Is it okay to divorce my spouse?!" No, because New Testament theology dictates that married couples only divorce for reasons of infidelity...but we're going to do it anyway!
I can quote John 3:16 to my kids and grandchildren, but I'm going to feed them pork chops and chitlins the whole way to Sunday School. Why? Because the whole time that you had your nose stuck on John 3:16 or the book of Revelation, you never bothered to read a Nutritional Facts label. You never bothered to buy real produce from the grocery store.
Sounds a little twisted, but I'm going to tell you guys why I think that this is. Muslims are looking forward to 72 virgins in "paradise;" what incentive do they have to live to be 85?! Christians and many Jews are looking forward to the second coming of Christ and the New Jerusalem; what incentive does the Church have in drinking green drinks, or doing cardio?!
These people don't really know what they believe, none of us do, and so based on what they've been told, they no longer have a will to live on earth. In essence, what these people do is commit suicide, but at a rate that's slow enough to not be visible on the surface.
I don't fuckin' care what "big treadmill in the sky" you're going to jump on after you drop dead; I want to know what your cardio stats are while you're still on the earth and breathing.
But here's what a lot of religious people do: "The Lord has your very hairs counted." Or better, "What does it profit you to gain the world, and yet lose your soul?!" All of these are true, but then if your version of "gaining the world" is eating grapes instead of potato chips, lemon juice instead of coffee, then you're not that bad-off.
If your version of "gaining the world" is doing an hour of cardio, enjoying a plate of salmon for lunch...going for all of those goals is not the same as going for things that really are self-centered: sleeping with as many girls as I can, getting drunk, crashing a car, etc.
So Scripture says, "Why gain the world?!" Good point: I actually don't want "the World," and I'm certainly not trying to gain it by eating broccoli and hitting the gym. But then you go back to the religious zealot, who more often than not is at the other extreme: "My life is as a vapor, so why should I care about cholesterol?!"
The world of religion also does this for other lived experiences. You'll find, for example, that the zealot who says not to look at women lustfully is the one who is scoping-out the most 14 to 15-year-old legs. The one who says, "Don't listen to secular music" is the first fucker to bump Justin Bieber from their Prius subwoofers.
Bottom line, the bulk of theology's thread has failed since the beginning of time, and that's because for at least the last 2-3,000 years, Western religion has suppressed that which is most natural to human existence. "Don't look at a woman lustfully." As in fantasizing about gag-raping someone sure, but then it is natural for us to be attracted to members of the opposite gender.
Religion, as it stands, should be able to establish that "yin-yang," light vs dark balance that we're all after. But since humans are imbalanced, then what more would you expect from their beliefs?!
My late friend, Luke Smith was an Orange County native. But that's not where we met. Ironically, it was near the beaches of Los Angeles, during the late 1990s...and one of our first bouts was over a pancake-eating contest.
Skip ahead to 2011, I was obsessed with finding healthier alternatives to traditional meals. One of these was pizza, and if you've ever spent enough time online, then you already know that there is an alternative recipe, and for nearly any dish one can think of.
'Lo and behold, there was one culinary website that contained the recipe for a diabetic-friendly pizza. The way that worked, was that the crust was to be made from Philo dough, pepperoni slices from turkey, and then, of course, goat cheese or mascarpone instead of parmesan.
Now, about Luke...he made killer guacamole at his pad. This cat would take his avocado, make a sour cream base...beat that guac up into a batter that was unbelievable, and I mean, Gordon Ramsay could not have made guacamole like Luke Smith.
But then there's a problem: fatty and processed foods were the bulk of Luke's diet. Frozen burritos, tortilla chips with that wonderful guacamole...Luke ate the foods we all wished we could get away with!
Funny thing: after I offered Luke a challenge, he accepted, and that challenge was to throw-together a pizza that could be diabetic-friendly, but still taste awesome. Would you believe it?! Me and a friend bring over the Philo, the turkey sausage...everything. Between the unleavened dough and the turkey pepperoni, this cat had no idea that he was eating something that tasted like "stoner" food, but one that would actually comply with the inner atmosphere of his body, or anyone else's.
For myself, I have never been diabetic, and yet that pizza recipe from the web has become one of my favorites. That same summer, I translated the Philo pizza recipe to my grandmother, who had also struggled with health concerns. Honestly...none of these people would have known that they were eating something good for them, unless they had actually sat down to read the recipe.
What does this tell me?! That the mind of a man/woman is really far more important than their bodies. The mind, the brain is what controls a lot of things that happen in your life. I'd never, in 32 years, practiced Transcendental meditation. And yet, once Aaron Baker introduced me, in 2014, to binaural beats...that whole process made sense.
Believe me when I tell you, and I wish that I could tell Luke, that your mind can astral project, lucid dream...really, just take your whole body into an alternate universe, but you have to set your mind on that very purpose, and then enjoy the process of getting there. But again, looking for those pizza recipes, online, was the true enjoyment of preparing the meal. Learning something new, but for so long, it seemed like me and Luke were just trying to go straight for the "meal."
If there was anything that could've made my friend's life better, possibly even saved it, then it would've been that very knowledge. It's the knowledge that going slow is necessary to be fast, but you have to go more "slow" than "fast." You have to give a hell of a lot more than receive. I don't care what your spiritual beliefs are; this is common sense!
Aaron Baker is my friend and mentor. When I first started at CORE Centers in 2013, he used an analogy, when talking about food-and-nutrition. It's one that's stuck ever since, and basically, you have to learn to visualize food as "fuel," then visualize your body as a race car.
Here's how it works: a 383 Chevy, built to 12.5:1 compression, can not run on 87-octane fuel. In reality, that motor needs an octane rating of at least 104, and if not, then someone's going to lose some motor bearings.
Translate that same language over to your body's physical fitness. As I've blogged about before, SciFit is one of the cardio bikes of choice at our little wellness center in Northridge, California. This year, I've produced a peak wattage of 614 @ 148-49 RPM.
Here's the twist: if I would've tried, on that same day, to put out that kind of performance on two slices of pepperoni pizza, my output would've been something more like 220-300 watts @ 120 RPM, and when I say "120 RPM," I'm being a little bit of what my old man's generation would've called, a "bench racer," because even that kind of power is hard to pull-off on an unclean diet.
Oh...I'm not saying that you couldn't scarf an In-N-Out burger, then hit the gym; in my '20s, I thought that I was a real bad-ass for doing exactly this. Why?! Because I would go to the Center of Achievement at Cal State Northridge. At the Brown Center, I would swim power laps. Keep swimming those laps, then hit the Jack In The Box on Reseda/Prairie for tacos, because apparently they were "meatless." And after all this, I could still work out!
BUT, at CORE is where things got competitive, and once I shifted into that mode, the only tacos I were allowed to eat were chicken, and in a Vegan shell. And because no combustion engine can run on bad fuel, the emphasis shifted to organic juice, as much as it did food.
Juice, like lemon-ginger shots, because unlike solid foods, organic juices can be absorbed by the body almost instantly. Racing fuel burns at a faster rate than does regular, and it has to burn clean as well. With lemon-ginger shots, the whole cardio run becomes more like a dyno-pull. But one that leaves behind a sense of energy that is as clean and natural, as it is consistent!
My good friend, Aaron Baker once told me, as I was preparing to board the SciFit recumbent bike at CORE: "This is your race car, and you're preparing for a race." That same day, Baker continued, "This is like your 'gauge panel,' and you're just getting strapped-in!"
Automatically, I knew what this guy was up to: he was indirectly giving me my first lesson in guided visualization. In other words, the SciFit is the race car, the CORE staff was my pit crew, and whatever numbers that I grabbed, during any given workout, were my "dyno results." Once Aaron and I were able to establish that picture, working out at the gym became more like running the track.
But as Taylor Isaacs and I were discussing this afternoon: sometimes you do the cardio for reasons that run deeper than vital stats. For example, my original goal at CORE was to lose weight; now that I've done that, I just keep hitting the bike for my adrenaline fix.
This is a part of spiritual wellness...and it's crucial. Because one of the first things that you'll see, upon entering CORE Centers, is the use of the phrase or thought, "I Am." Here's how Aaron Baker used it, "Sal, you know what 'it' is; you're a 'drag racer!'" The first time that he said this, I thought that he was pulling my chain.
But here's how the thought molecule works: you get on the SciFit, and there's no doubt that you're on a recumbent bike. But then there are several different attitudes and angles that you can plug into that machine.
For example, my buddy Ron has said that I'm riding a "horse," minus the horse itself. Aaron has referred to the SciFit as a "race car," and I myself have referred to it as an "engine dyno," because of the way in which the machine's top half measures the stats of its bottom, again...like an engine or a chassis dyno.
Once, when I was really into muscle cars, I dropped the gear on the Step One down to the equivalent of a 4.11 posi, chose the track profile that had the steepest hills, then whenever I was climbing upwards, I would visualize my "boost," time the hill that I was climbing, then launch off of it and grab speed, simply for the sake of "power braking the car."
As it stands, I'm peaking at 614 watts, my all-time record speed is around 218 RPM at 67-68 watts, and I've ran at least 3.5 miles in one session. But that's not what you care about when you're trying to apply it to the ground.
So what keeps me going for bigger numbers anyway? If you've ever built a muscle car, then you already know what it's about. Going for bigger displacement, or larger numbers, is not necessarily beneficial. Often, when you're building a Chevy big-block, you don't need to build the motor to 461 cubic-inches, but you do it anyway!
And then with hot rod motors, there is also that sense of balance: "lean" vs "rich," "hot" vs "cold." When you're on the SciFit, you all too often have to use the same analogies. Believe it or not, it does translate, and why I always like to share this data with people, is because it's so unbelievably crucial to my mental wellness, which does often find itself healing in the midst of what I would describe as "automotive analogy therapy," or simply put, "Automotive Therapy."
Again, "I AM a drag racer." THIS IS a "race car." Whatever language you plug into that sentence becomes your reality. Once, I said that I was an "endurance athlete." Tesla Motors, on their website, has said that their electric sedans are "inspired by an endurance athlete."
I can't build a real, street-legal race car, or at least not in the moment. So my body has to be the "running gear," or "engine." And having that kind of a sensation or experience is important in balancing your mental stability, or that's how I see it.
So I am proud to be able to say that I peak at 614 watts at whatever running speed. Because it's like I said during my early days at CORE: the business is genius, because it gives the challenged community the ability to say, "Today I hit the gym!"
Again, language: "I AM a drag racer." "I AM a dirt bike racer." Whether that person is literally in/on that vehicle or on a recumbent bike, as long as that person plugs that data into the correct equipment, that person is still a dirt biker, drag racer...whichever!
I don't have to lift the SciFit up to 218 RPM, but I want, need even, those bragging rights. I need it, because it's one of the few ways in which I can grab that kind of an ego boost.
What can I say?! I AM a muscle car builder at heart, and because that mantra is one that rings true, I can't help but maintain a competitive want, a "want" for "bigger cubic-inches," and an overall improved sense of airflow.
When listening to what my mom has to say, I've found that it's important to not only look into her eyes, but to connect with them. And then that whole idea proves itself true, in literally one second, once that eye contact is lost.
Here's why: data collection. As a performance car buff, you learn all about it, but you never think of it in terms of a human relationship, or at least I never did. But the last time that I ever looked, with intention, into mom's eyes while she gave an explanation, I was able to instantly feel what Dr. Sheldon Cooper would call, her "snort of derision."
It wasn't a literal snort, because we just don't do that in our family. But my eyes shifted to the left...and hers slightly to the right. But if you can visualize the way that a supercharged HEMI whines, in a Hellcat Challenger, then you already have an idea. The eyes shift, and instantly, there is a gasp of air, just audible enough to say, "I hope you're paying attention!"
And I was, but you also have to understand--and mom, I love you if you are reading this--that Italian women are like Italian sports cars; when they break down, you just know it! And what I can say, as a Sicilian man, is that I know when the women in my life are breaking down.
In my mom's case, I can hear it in the backdrop. Both of my parents remind me of race cars, because when they run, they do. But when stuff falls apart, you hear it.
By looking into any woman's eyes, you do what a flywheel does between a motor and a transmission: you establish a connection. That connection can't ever slip, or the vehicle won't run. In my mom's case, I've found that I have to drink-in every part of what she's saying.
Lately, I find that by feeling more comfortable with eye contact, I'm able to read the landscape around me better. My mom, in her dialogue, teaches me how. That's something that, I feel, is important in both professional and personal relationships, and I feel like I still have a ways to go!
I pray to God in earnest, that He may take away my gift as a poet. And the only reason I say this, is because it's hard for guys like us to live in the afterglow of the limelight. What that means, is that the girl of your dreams, who may also be the muse behind your lyrics, may also be that who is she, who every other guy wants to be with. And guess what?! Most of these women are not going to want to be with you for your penmanship.
In that spirit, I will try to go for the prettiest girl in school anyway, because I feel like I deserve her attention, just as much as any other guy does. Miranda Cosgrove has been my muse, at least for the last two years.
There's nothing about her flowing, root beer hair or her flawless olive skin, there's nothing about that giggle in her voice or the almonds in her eyes that makes me not want to consume her. I want to fall in love with every inch of this female, but then I realize that when it comes to entertaining others, it really is nothing personal.
But Miranda, if you and Mia Serafino are reading this, and really I'm speaking to you: "Crowded" does not fit your character at all, and in fact, NBC is making fun of you through that show.
Get real! You know Miranda, if you are reading this, that NBC is exploiting your sweetness here. My heart skips a beat when I see you on TV; how bad do you think I hurt, when I see you in a series that references pornography?!
Oh, I'm not saying that I'm not attracted to you enough to make a sex movie with you, but I respect you a little more than that! My purpose here is not to tell you you're wrong, but that you should call me sometime, because I come from the 1990s, and between us, I just feel like we could be the "next thing!"
Think about it, Miranda; I am the "Anonymous" face on your device's screen...
If you are reading this, then there are many things that you, my own mother and every girl who's important to me should know: you all were right and I was wrong.
Here's why: there are still, even in 2016, men who hide themselves in the closet because they're gay; since college, I've been hiding because I'm straight. But when it comes to you, I'm not holding back anymore, because all of us should care about each other.
It's easy enough to say, "I like her," or "I want that!" That's not why I'm here! If you are reading this, then know that I'm falling for you and I don't like it sometimes, but I am anyway. Know, without even a shred of doubt, that's there's something about you, the way you are, the way your face is...the aura behind your smile...there's something about you that makes me want to be a man.
My mom doesn't understand...my dad doesn't understand; they think that I'm just some girl-crazy, disabled douche who doesn't know what it is to fall for someone. I am an "asshole," stoner and everything in-between...and yet, I can not open up to my own mother, my father...that the girl who I want to be with, so bad, is the "it" girl, that girl next door who's on the television.
I can't tell them this...and I can't tell you. I'm not worthy and I don't deserve you, but if I knew that there was even a shred of possibility, I'd be there! Maybe that's not what you want, but if I have to walk away from you, I'm doing it with sadness, because this, that I want, is going to be denied me again.
Miranda, I am so embarrassed...but if you are reading this, then don't even bother responding; with that lack of response, at least I get that this is never going to happen for me.
As usual, you're always with me...
"Oh frickety frack!" as Dr. Sheldon Cooper sometimes laments on Big Bang Theory. I know how that feels, and when I first got into go-karting, I often found myself saying aloud, "Frickety frack...I've crashed again!"
Hitting a side barrier's not that big of a deal, however. Here's what is: track timing. When it comes to elapsed time, I consider my own to be horrible. But then, look what me and a lot of my disabled, racing enthusiast buddies are up against.
But if you follow me online, then you already know that I've been to Balboa Park in Lake Balboa, California. It was there that I felt that itch for retrofitting things, that which Mr. Shelby himself must've once felt. Those visits happened recently, but here's what I found out during those tests: able-bodied and challenged kart racers were in need of power-assisted steering.
For me, that didn't translate to making a posh car build out of a go-kart; it meant building at least one or two Electro Karts for the track, that were built with the same, power-assisted consoles that many electric wheelchairs were already using.
As usual, it's easy in theory, but not practice. But since we can't build anything right away, here are the statistics. Driving one of OTL's Elektro Karts at MB2 Raceway in Sylmar, California, I was able to run a best E/T of about 28.1 seconds. This is with the knowledge that MB2 takes-up a quarter-mile of space, and with the kart running optimally.
On my C500 power chair, I was able to pull-off a track time of around 1:32:87, and this was with a top speed of 5.1 miles per hour, so one sees how performance truly is a relative thing.
Does that mean that I'm lacking in performance? Could be, but that wasn't really the point. Here's what it is: speed costs money, a lot of MB2's racers are physically-challenged, but what all of them cannot afford, is to be excluded from motorsports.
In one sentence...take Permobil's "R-Net" console, take the "J-Series" console from EMC...take any of those pieces of adaptive equipment and bolt that on to an Elektro Kart. Whether new or used, adapting an OTL go-kart, in the way of assistive consoles, will open a new market for disabled motor enthusiasts.
In one word: "Wi-Fi." Here's why I use that: Resonant frequency is a real science. Plants, animals and humans produce resonant frequencies, and in varying degrees. When you hook-up your WiFi gateway, what are you accomplishing? Our minds, our bodies produce a resonant frequency field; a wireless gateway produces a resonant field, and your smart device grabs-on to that energy.
With inter-dimensional transit or travel, my experience is that you're essentially shifting from one WiFi network, or grab point to the next. Sure, you're still logging on to the same internet, but with a different passcode and network. Once that happens, your device's bandwidth changes, sometimes there's even a change of interface, or content.
I could be wrong, because I'm not Buddhist or New Age, but look at the science; what is it showing us, when resonant frequency, in and of itself, is manifesting thought and emotion on to the most chaotic of backdrops?! Let's face it: the Tesla science behind inter-dimensional travel, the science behind the dimensions themselves, need be investigated further!
