Structures…

     I have always been blessed or cursed with the ability to vividly remember many of my dreams.  However, last night not so good because bad nerve pain made it difficult to sleep more than a half-hour at a time.  It usually takes me about an hour or an hour and a half to get into an intense dream state.

     The night before however, I dreamt of strange structures.  Apartment like buildings, dwellings, that on their roof there was a giant structure that resembled ribs, and they attached to part of a huge dome like structure above.  At some point this massive dome like structure was going to lift all of these apartment buildings with their occupants and take them to another world.  How air and oxygen would be supplied wasn’t clear.  The dome structure was truly huge, many of these dwelling complexes were attached to the under side of it.  The “ribs” allowed the following of the curvature to attach to flat buildings.

     I often wish I could get a picture of something I dreamt, like this, because I’d like to show it to people, but artistic I’m not, my drawing ability is very poor.  I remember seeing a research project in which they were actually extracting images from peoples brains based upon their brain waves.  It involved a neural net being trained by showing people images and using that and the various electrical sensing points as input, and over time the neural network was able to roughly reproduce the images people were seeing but even more that they just thought about.  I wish I had a machine like that to apply to my dreams.

Quantum Consensus

     So I’ve been wondering why this levitating thing only happened once to me and I was never able to reproduce it.

     I’ve thought perhaps because that one time there were no witnesses and maybe witnesses are important because there is something to the idea of consensus reality and that would have broken consensus big time because that stuff just isn’t supposed to happen, or so we’ve been trained.

     I got to thinking about quantum wave function collapse, and Schrodinger’s poor hapless cat who, for a while, was in this superimposed state of being simultaneously dead and alive.  I mean I kind of think I understand how that feels, I think I am feeling it now.

     Anyway, that was resolved once someone came along and observed it either dead or alive.  But what decided which it would be upon observation?  Perhaps the observer?

     And so here is my thought perhaps if we’re the only observer anything is possible, after all we’re just an assemblage of particles, all of which have many possible quantum states, and although the probability of us spontaneously floating up into the air is very very remote, it is not zero.  And so perhaps in the absence of any other observer other than ourselves it can happen.  And perhaps if all observers expect the same outcome, even if it’s improbable it can happen.

     This would explain the successes in such areas as remote viewing at SRI where most people there expected to have a positive outcome, or the Monroe institute.

     Sometimes though when we’re all alone we still can’t do things, we still break our noses trying to run through walls, but perhaps that’s because that is what we ourselves expect.

     This is a problem with today’s surveillance society.  It is locking us all into a public consensus which is that we’re utterly incapable of doing anything interesting.

Levitation Dream / Real Life

The Levitation Dream

     I took a nap owing to combination of pain and being tired and I had a dream which in a strange way brings me back to my childhood.

     In the dream I was a pilot in an elite bomber squadron.  What was unique about our squadron is that we flew with the engines off.  We did not rely on the planes mechanics to fly but rather our own will power to levitate and move it forward.

     We were training for a sneak attack bombing run.  We would fly low and completely silently based upon our levitating capabilities.  The training was to refine our control over the craft.

     I was having problems keeping the plane in the air because I felt the mission was unethical and conflicted with my values.

     I awoke out of this dream with the Eric Burdon song, “Sky Pilot”, playing in my mind and particularly the lyrics, “A young soldier so ill looked at the sky pilot, remembered the words, Thou Shall Not Kill…..”

Waking Levitation

     I’ve had one waking levitation in my childhood.  The only such experience of my life although I’ve many times tried to reproduce it.

     When I was in 4th grade, I went to a school called Sacajawea Elementary, it was located on 96th ST NE and 20th Ave NE in North Seattle, Washington.  There was a field to the north of it which spanned the distance between the playground bordering on 95th if the street had gone all the way through (it did not) and 94th, which did.

     I lived on 15th Ave and 90th ST, a white house with a huge unique pine tree (it was a species I’ve never seen anywhere else, very broad) at the corner.  The new inhabitants of this house were total assholes and cut this unique tree down.

     Anyway, the normal route to school was to go from 15th down to 17th and 90th, then go along 17th Ave to 94th, go down to the field and cross it to enter the playground at the school.

     About 100 feet up the hill from 17th there was a fire hydrant and every day I’d run and do a long jump at that fire hydrant and most every day my jump was ordinary.

     However, one day something happened.  When I jumped, I knew I had gotten a particularly good launch so I really pulled my legs up to reduce friction but as I reached the apex of my jump I did not fall back down.  As I continued going down hill, the hill fell away below me and I became quite high in the air.  I went all the way across the intersection and part way down 90th past 17th towards 20th.

     I became fearful that perhaps I would keep ascending up into the sky never to be seen again, or perhaps I would fall rapidly at some great height, but with that fear I came back down to the Earth gently, and had to walk back up 90th to 17th to continue on to school.

     For the remainder of the time I went to that school, I tried to reproduce this jump but never again did I ever exceed an ordinary long jump.

Pain

     I’ve got pain from three sources now and they all vary from day to day.  I have diabetic neuropathy, I have a nerve that was damaged by surgery to drain a boil (the L1 nerve), and I have digestive discomfort that is in part related to gut bacteria being wiped out by antibiotics and in part by metFormin.

     For the nerve pain, I have gabapentin (often known by the brand name Neurontin), but usually only take that in the evening as for some reason the nerve pain usually only flares up at night but there are occasional days that are exceptions and today is one of them.  I only have enough for my nightly dose because it’s usually only a problem at night and so during the day like today I just have to live with it, which isn’t easy as it is very distracting.

     I am not used to dealing with chronic pain and when it flares up in the daytime like this I find it difficult to get anything done or to interact with people in a good manner.

     The Bible teaches us we should be content in all things.  I’m having a very difficult time realizing contentment in this situation.

     During the church service this morning, our pastor gave us a moment for private prayer before the closing hymn, and I prayed for help with this.

     Then the closing hymn was, “All is Well With My Soul”, and if you know the story behind it, it is incredible.  I do not have that fortitude however and I’m having difficulties.

     I know God was listening at least.  I can’t say I like the answer (here is a guy that lost his whole family and you’re bitching about a little nerve pain?).

Health

     Saw the gastroenterologist yesterday.  Told me blood is most likely related to the constipation and the constipation is most likely related to antibiotic carpet bombed gut bacteria.

     I’m going to undergo a colonoscopy just to make sure there isn’t anything bad growing there and to check for polyps and the like since I’m 57 and haven’t had one.  Not looking forward to it, especially the preparation for it where I have to drink literally a gallon of laxative.

     They tell me it takes 6-9 months for gut bacteria to re-establish itself.  In the meantime it’s Miralax and probiotics.

     As my body is getting used to metFormin, I am feeling better.  At first I had zero energy and a lot of pain but now pain is diminishing and energy is improving.

     Today I go in to have electrodes stabbed into my nerves and electricity sent to see exactly how much pain they can induce.  Seems like something dreamed up in a Nazi interrogation.

Listening to some Silversun Pickups

     Listening to Silversun Pickups.  I had the pleasure of meeting Brian Auburt, their lead singer and guitarist and just one very nice human being, at the KNND Beach House.  He was kind enough to give me permission to record and post his performance.  My favorite Silver Sun Pickup Songs songs are Lazy Eyes, Well Thought Out Twinkle, and Dream at Tempo 119.  Here is Brian performing Lazy Eyes solo.

Encouraging Signs

     Talked to the doctor today and at least one test is nothing to be concerned about.

     Blood in stool, still a concern, and there the appointment I had with the gastroenterologist got moved up to tomorrow so hopefully they’ll find the source sooner rather than later and hopefully it will be benign and correctable.

     Today’s Daily Bread, an except from it read:

God gave the prophet Jeremiah a direct call. “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,” God said. “Before you were born I set you apart” (Jer. 1:5). God encouraged him not to fear his enemies, “for I am with you and will rescue you” (v. 8).

    Even though this pertains to Jeremiah I feel it also was meant for me, God is telling me not to fear these things, he is with me and will rescue me.  And I do feel called, I don’t know my exact mission yet but I feel I am being prepared for God’s bidding.  And I am willing go where he takes me and do what he commands.

I Asked God, and God Answered!

     I have to tell you I am feeling a bit afraid, not so much for my own death, but about the possibility of leaving my wife alone and in a financial lurch.  And also my faith is not as 100% as I’d like it to be sometimes.

     But today, before I went to read Our Daily Bread, a devotional I follow, I prayed to God and asked him, “Please have a word for me here today”.

     And this was a relevant part of what it had to say today:

“Wisdom through the awful grace of God” is a remarkable statement. It means that God’s grace fills us with awe and gives us the opportunity to grow in wisdom during life’s most difficult moments.

James wrote, “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask of God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you” (James 1:5). James says that this wisdom is grown in the soil of hardship (vv. 2-4), for there we not only learn from the wisdom of God, we rest in the grace of God.

     Now before this I thought, God brought me through the whole prison experience and although at times it wasn’t always obvious that he was there watching over me and helping me grow through the experience but afterwards it was so very obvious.  So I thought, and God is now bringing me through this experience, and just like the prison experience it is frightening and will no doubt involve some considerable discomfort.  But God will carry me through this just as he did prison and he will help me grow from it.

     I want to share some of the ways God helped me through that time in prison.  I feel called to do so.  And I hope when this is said and done I can say the same for this experience.

     First, there my initial incarceration in King County Jail.  They put you in something the prisoners referred to as “The Fish Tank”.  They called it this because it was a big room with a glass side through which guards could observe from a centrally located guard post.

     The room was designed for 12-14 people but there were typically 23, so not enough beds, some of us had to sleep on the floor.  I spent some time sleeping on the floor.

     For 23 people there was one toilet, one urinal, and one shower.  You can probably imagine how that worked out.

     I had been on Ritalin for ADHD symptoms but they took me off.  I had a Bible there, tried to read it, but couldn’t get through a single verse before I’d lose focus.  I was frightened like I’ve never been in my life.  At one point though while I did have a bunk and at a position where there was a window I could look outside and see downtown Seattle, on the bottom of the shelf holding the bunk above me was scratched, “Jesus Loves You”.  I believed it and I can’t tell you how much comfort I found in that.

     Then I was transferred to Shelton state prison which is the states intake facility and they decide where to send you from there.  I was so afraid of this that I did not sleep for three days prior and when I got there, about midnight local time, I was very tired and wanted to sleep. The cell mate I was stuck with kept waking me up because I snored and it got heated but before it got physical I was removed and put in solitary confinement.

     So I am there and I am afraid and I am praying and by this time my body had adjusted to not having Ritalin so I could actually read, so I read the Bible, paced my cell, and wrote letters to my wife.

     It seemed like God wasn’t listening, for the first month, nothing seemed to happen.  But then I started getting what I called lesson dreams.  They involved situations where I was not getting what I wanted and became angry and treated my family badly, and then the same dream would repeat with a different ending only in the second ending I would respond to my family in a loving proper way.

     I was still very much in denial, blaming pretty much everything external to me for my actions, my father leaving, my psychiatrist not listening to me when I expressed concerns over improper feelings, you name it.

     I was writing my wife one morning when I heard a loud booming voice say, “You are responsible for the suffering you have caused.”  And at first I continued with my usual denial, but then I finally said a prayer and said, “You are right God, I >AM< responsible for the suffering I have caused.”

     As soon as I said that prayer it felt like 10,000 pounds being lifted from my shoulders.  I had many times in the past asked for forgiveness but I never felt forgiven, and now I knew I was forgiven, by God at least, maybe not so much by people.  I had suffered severe anxiety for the previous 25 years at least, panic attacks, all totally consuming anxiety and nothing worked in any lasting measure or with any degree of completeness.  I’d been on Xanax, Klonopin, and probably a dozen SSRIs and Welbutrin, although some of them provided some degree of short term relief, none provided long term relief.  I’d also been in talk therapy this entire time.

     Now the anxiety was gone, and now I knew the source, I had to primary fears, the fear of death and going to hell for past sins, and the fear of being alone.

     Now there in solitary God made his presence to me and at that moment I knew I would never ever be alone.  And I knew I wasn’t destined for hell.  And I also knew why I hadn’t been forgiven before, it was because I had asked without repentance and the reason I hadn’t repented is because I was blaming my actions on external things over which I had no control and thus could not change and thus I could not change or repent.  As soon as I stopped doing that repentance and forgiveness were possible.

     Even then though my faith wasn’t absolute.  I questioned whether I had just not had an psychotic episode, the result of all this time in isolation and whether the lack of anxiety wasn’t just placebo.

     I knew placebo was a short-term effect, rarely lasting more than about six months, and this happened at 11:11AM on November 21st, 2009.  I thought interesting time that, all one’s, the first number, maybe signifying a new beginning.  Anyway, I was asked where I’d like to go, I said Monroe because it was closest to my family, instead they send me to Airway Heights, outside of Spokane, 300 miles from my family, where visits didn’t happen.

     But when I arrived, I was welcomed by a group of three Christians, one of whom was the biggest guy in the unit, and they invited me to Chapel.  Before this time I had always loathed the Christmas season, and I also never really understood the appeal of heaven.  Mindlessly sit around and worship my creator?  What fun is that I thought?  What a dreadful existence.  My state of being was rather like what George Carlin once expressed, “Oh I believe in God, I just don’t like him very much.”  But this time I went and in the Christmas service I sang praises to God and I felt joy with an intensity I had never ever experienced in my lifetime.  Here in prison, 300 miles away from home and I’m experiencing joy!  And I knew at that point what the appeal of heaven is, what utter joy it will be to be in God’s presence continuously, forever.

     By April 2010, I still wasn’t experiencing any anxiety and so I went off my meds, Paxil at the time, cold turkey.  You’re supposed to taper down, I didn’t, I just stopped and I experienced absolutely no side effects or withdraw symptoms, no anxiety.  Still to this day I am not on meds and do not need them.  So definitely God changed me that day for good.

     At one point I was celled with a black man who was a preacher.  I do not know what his crime was, he never related it.  But like the person in Shelton, he was intolerant of my snoring and would keep waking me throughout the night.  The cell was also on the ground floor and the cinder block walls do not provide much insulation.  And they only allowed us two crappy cotton blankets that were very airy and provided little warmth and it got very cold in the winter there.

     I’m really wanting out of this situation and I’m praying to God for help.  One day I am showering and there is a noise that I did not recognize as a fire alarm, so a guard comes over and writes me up.  I don’t know what the end result will be but I am sitting at a table later that day with a couple of my Christian friends, and the guards come up to me with cuffs.  We had just read Isaiah 41:10:

Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’

     And when I saw the guards I said rather loudly, “My righteous right hand, My Ass!”, I was angry at God for allowing this to happen, it seemed so unfair.

     And so I spent a week in solitary, no big deal after having spent two months there, and when I returned, my former cell had been reallocated, and I was stuck in a crowed four man cell temporarily but every one of my new cellmates was Christian and easy to get along with, then I was placed in a new cell on the top floor, where it was warm, with a Christian who was easy to get along with.  So God was looking out for My Ass, and the rest of me, which at this point really felt like an ass, all along, and used this seemingly unpleasant incident to improve my situation.

     And as I mentioned, I was welcomed and later befriended by a group of Christians, one of whom was the largest person in the unit, an X-Hells Angel, who was blown up in Viet Nam, went into a six month coma. and after he came out of it, brain damaged from the explosion, joined hells angles, got drunk and shot someone.  He was there for life.  It seemed so totally unfair, he didn’t ask to go to Viet Nam, he was drafted, then he is injured and as a direct result of his injury ended up taking a life.  Well that’s how we treat our veterans.  But his befriending me I think kept me safe there.

     I worked hard to take advantage of programming offered there, and did sufficiently well that as a reward they offered to let me go to where I wanted to and I was then transferred to Monroe.

     Monroe was a blessing in many ways.  Where Airway Heights was a modern facility, more like a college dorm than a prison in terms of the physical facility. The cells had wooden doors and we weren’t locked in.  We could exit and go to a common area.  There were common restrooms instead of toilets in the cells. The stalls actually had partitions so you didn’t have people watching you while you did your business. The staff there must have got their training in Nazi Germany, there were some real sadistic bastards there.  They would make their nightly rounds about once an hour and smack the wooden doors loudly with their maglights so sleep was interrupted every hour.

     Monroe was the opposite.  The buildings were ancient and primitive by contrast. Toilets in the cells.  Steel doors which were locked at night and sometimes during the day if something happened.  But the staff, these people were dedicated to rehabilitation, not mere housing and most of them really genuinely cared.

     There, we had nice wool blankets that were warm, and the staff didn’t get anal about exceeding your blanket quota.  The blankets were identical to a black army blanket I had as a kid and I found considerable comfort in their familiarity.

     There I was able to see my family but only my wife and first born son came, Raymond and Edward did not come.  Edward moved out before I came home and has not communicated with me since.  I do hope God will bring us together sometime.  I know he is angry at me for harming his sister and I understand that.  At any rate, I got to see at least a part of my family regularly and that was good.

     God brought many people into my life there, Steve McColm, a wonderful therapist there really took the time to get to know each of his clients and he had a gift for helping us to understand what lead us to offend and to develop effective strategies to avoid creating any more victims.  He didn’t dictate to us but instead assigned us things to do that would help us discover these things ourselves.  He also introduced us to a form of meditation called “Mindfulness meditation”, and then a group of Buddhist volunteers came into the prison and offered a class on it which I’ve found very useful and still apply today.

     This is by no means an exhaustive list of the ways God helped bring me through that experience, just a few highlights.  The point is he was with me through that, and now I know he will be with me through this health crisis.  I do feel that ultimately he will bring healing and I will grow from the experience, no matter how unpleasant.

What If God Was One Of Us

     I like this song, it asks the question, “What if God was one of us?” but this has already happened when Jesus was on Earth.  Jesus came, lived as fully human while simultaneously being fully God, and knows what it is to be human. 

     This song looks at it more contemporarily, but imagining it now gives me some idea of what it must have been like for the people back then.

Blood Stool test came back positive

     Not good, test for blood in stool came back positive.  They already x-rayed me looking for masses and didn’t find anything so hoping it’s not cancer.  Might be bleeding in stomach from all the aspirin I’ve taken for pain.  Going to see an gastroenterologist soon, don’t know what all tests they’ll do but hopefully will find the source and it will be something fixable.

     I try to remind myself nothing happens without God’s permission, even Satan had to get permission before tormenting Job and in the end God restored Job.

     I try to remind myself how God looked out for me in prison, from day one although it wasn’t obvious at the time but only in retrospect.  He turned it into a tremendous period of growth for me and so I’m hoping he will do the same with this trial.