In 1937, Albert Szent-Gyorgi was given the Nobel Prize in physics for identifying Vitamin C. He said: “In every culture, in every medical situation and in every tradition before us, health was accomplished by moving energy.” It’s all about that congruent harmony working in a state of aligned action mentioned earlier. In scientific terms, it has been identified that when focus, observation occurs on an area, that observation influences the result. This observation is a form of energy that cannot be seen or touched, but is a powerful force. The Quantum Alignment System focuses/observes an organizational part resulting in supporting the behavior of the part which in turn influences the whole.
CS: I see that.
Jalma: I just had a thought, Carol, which I think is very interesting, that my name is a result of parts coming together in a congruent harmony, because my parents put their first two names together and resulted in my name.
CS: You’ve been blessed since the day you were born with uniqueness Jalma. There you go. Alignment and energy and things being synergistic. Look at that. Creativity, innovation, there you are. Jalma, you didn’t even tell me that one before. That’s pretty amazing.
Jalma: I know. That one just came to me.
Carol: What you did share with me was a story when you were only 3 years old. I will say it again: innovative, systems thinking, curiosity about how things work and work together, your life, your work, your experiences and now the Quantum Alignment System all can be related to that story Jalma. The wheels of that mind of yours were working along these lines even then.
Jalma, let’s interject this great story about a yellow rain coat, hat and galoshes here so everyone can share in its relevance. It’s going to pull everything together about how you think and have for many years. So, if you don’t mind, can you share it again now?
Jalma: Yes. I love this story. I actually remember this. I was three years old. My parents had just returned home after serving in the military in WW II. My mom was a Navy Nurse and my dad a medic. We lived in a little three room house in Dorchester, Massachusetts where the Kennedy Library is now located.
I remember one day while watching the rain, taking a chair and putting it so that I could look out the window. I watched the rain drops drip down on the window like little rivers. Then I looked through the window at the rain drops in the back yard making puddles.
I noticed that the dirt was getting muddier and muddier and muddier. I decided right at that minute, I looked at everything and I said: “I’m going to make stones.” I got off the chair. I walked over to where all my coats hung. This was a long time ago. We had little yellow slickers with little clasps that we could put on ourselves and we had galoshes. I put my slicker on, my galoshes and my hat. I was almost ready to go and make stones. One more thing was needed.
I walked into the living room and I said to my mother, as she tied my hat because I didn’t know how to tie yet: “I want to go outside. I want to make stones.” She stared at me. I remember her staring at me. She said: “Why do you want to do that?” I looked at her, cocked my head and I said: “because I want to make stones. There’s stone stuff outside and I want to make stones.” She said, “There’s stone stuff?” I said: “Yeah, and you have to get me a cookie pan and a spoon. The same cookie pan we use when we bake chocolate chip cookies.”
I said: “I’m going to get a spoon and I’m going to go make stones.” Needless to say, being her only child, she wasn’t going to thwart my creativity, so Mom got me the cookie pan, opened the door and out I sloshed right into the back yard and into the mud. I’m sure she was thrilled with that. I proceeded to take some of the mud and put it on the cookie sheet, just like when we made cookies. I did that until the cookie sheet was filled up in rows with globs of potential stones. Then I picked myself up, picked up the cookie sheet and stood at the back door.
I guess my Mom must have been watching me because she opened the door. I came in, looked up : “Mom, I made stones.” She looked at me. I continued before she could say anything “now we have to put them in the ice place.” “The refrigerator?” she asked. “Mom, I have to make stones. How come you don’t know?” So, she opened the freezer and put them in. At that point, I was staring at the refrigerator still in my galoshes and dripping on the floor. “You know” she said, “it’s going to take a little while, just like when I make the strawberry ice cream cake that we put in the refrigerator.”
I said, “oh, right. Okay.” Mom asked: “What do you want to do? Do you want to color? Do you want to take a nap?” I said: “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll take a nap. It’s really hard work making stones.” I went for the nap and I came back a couple of hours later. I put the chair up to the refrigerator, opened the freezer and I yelled to my mother. I said: “Mom, mom, you got to come, you got to come. I made stones.” They were stones. We put them on the kitchen table. We picked them up and I started holding them. I said: “Mom, I made stones.”
She looked at me with this great big smile and said: “Yes, you did.” Then suddenly, guess what happened?
They started to melt. As they were melting, I was crying. I looked at my mother and she looked at me and said: “Jalma, when you get older, one of these days, I bet you’re going to make stones that don’t melt.”