This blog includes 52 Stories in 52 Weeks, which was done in 2007, along with some metaphysical or life lectures. There is artwork and videos, too. I started writing and drawing with two hands around the year 2001 as a mental and brain development experiment on my own brain to restructure my brain's neurons, etc. again. Simply put, using two hands to write and draw forces both sides of the brain to connect together, to become a holistic, stronger, improved brain. I hope you enjoy my blog.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Joey's Visit to the Victorian Hospital

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 25: Joey’s Visit to the Victorian Hospital

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Mind.

The tall white steel fences were overshadowed by the tall green trees; trees from around the world. Flowers from around world fenced in the long black tar driveway as it curved around the freshly mowed green grassy lawn. The black driveway curved around to the front of the white Victorian Hospital. Valet parking attendants were helping everyone get out of their nice shiny cars. Especially the rich people who are the good tippers. Many older people were dressed in very nice clothes, almost as if they were visiting a museum. As dressy people walked up to the Victorian Hospital, they walked onto the brand new flower pattern carpet; with the light brown curvy lines that surrounded the yellow and pink roses and flowers.

Walking onto the carpet, they would also notice the coatroom; where they would hand over their coat, only to be handed a coat ticket to retrieve the coat later. After leaving their coat behind, the visitors are now free to walk up the huge signs, which help them make their first decision. The first sign read: The Best Food West Of The Mississippi. Another sign read: Today’s Best Sellers. Another sign read: Gift Shop + Cards + Gifts for your loved ones. One sign read: A Church For All Faiths. And then the sign for mourners: A Church For Mourners. And of course, Visitors: Floors 2-9.

Some people needed to buy cards and flowers or a gift for a patient at the Victorian Hospital, while others wanted to eat food before they visited the patient relative or friend. Everyone knew what the unspoken rule is, ‘Never Visit A Patient With An Empty Stomach. Joey first thought the Victorian Hospital looked like an old house from his Victorian neighborhood, but he knew that he was only visiting his Uncle Ron. They walked into Uncle Ron’s hospital room with a gift or a card, but the family had eaten before they visited Uncle Ron.

Uncle Ron laid in his bed, wondering to himself about the topic of microbiology. Uncle Ron did not enter the hospital from the fanciful front entrance. Instead, Uncle Ron entered the hospital from the rear entrance. The rear entrance of the hospital was basically for the Emergency Ambulance and the individual stragglers who hope to receive medical treatment for their seemingly helpless and death causing physiological problems and conditions.

When Joey entered into Uncle Ron’s hospital room, he looked all around at all of the instruments that were surrounding Uncle Ron’s bed. There were lights everywhere, though most of them were turned off. But the window had a grand view of the towns’s edge and of the long mountain, with trees located in every direction. People were walking in the parking lot, while the birds flew all around the sky.

A beeping noise turned everyone’s attention from Uncle Ron to the nurse who walked into the room. She walked directly to the beeping machine with flashing lights and she pressed a few buttons to stop the beeping and flashing lights of the machine. Uncle Ron looked over the wide eyed Joey and said, ‘That machine is for the IV or intravenous drip feed that is dripping very powerful antibiotics into me by way of this needle that is in my arm. The very powerful antibiotics are fighting off deathly the inflection that is making me sick. Joey said to Uncle Ron, ‘What is wrong, Uncle Ron?’

Uncle Ron carefully responded, ‘Well Joey, I popped a tiny little pimple that immediately grew into a big 3/4 inch growth in my skin. And then I got sick, which force me into the hospital ER or emergency room, in the rear of the hospital. Understand Joey, It grew to over four inches long in only two days, so I walked into the emergency room and a doctor looked at me and he said, ‘You are staying overnight because you have been inflected with the bad bacteria that was located on your skin’s surface, but which creep into your popped pimple, or open skin, which is the same as a cut on your skin. Without the powerful antibiotics, I would have died because the white blood cells were fighting off the inflection and without the antibiotics, the growth would have kept on growing and growing. But more important than that, my blood was being poisoned by the whole process; so I had blood poisoning too. But I am feeling much better now. So before you pop a pimple Joey, tell your mom first so she knows what is going on, like cleaning your skin before and after you pop the pimple.’

As they left, Joey turned around to waved good-bye to his Uncle Ron. Joey was so happy that his Uncle Ron was healing ok in the hospital. After Joey’s dad handled the valet the car ticket, Joey’s parents waited for the parking valet to get their car. Joey looked at the front of the hospital as he wondered what the emergency room entrance looked like. He saw the nice white paint on the fences, and he looked at all of the green pine trees that surrounded the nicely mowed green grass, and he noticed all of the new looking cars in the parking lot. As Joey turned around, he looked at the windows to the ten story high building. He wondered what was happening in the other rooms of the building.

Are there that many people who are have trouble with their bodies?

So young Joey pondered the mysteries of the Victorian Hospital: the buildings, the people, and even about microbiology. Joey had learned that a pretty building with pretty people entering it does not mean that everyone in the building are healthy. Joey learn that Uncle Ron’s strong muscular body could be hurt by a very tiny, and basically unseen and concealed microorganisms, only because he popped a tiny pimple. Joey realized that there were living little unseen creatures that could have a very big influence on human’s bodies. Joey thought that he might want to be a doctor when he grew up, but he was not quite sure if he wanted to be a doctor.

Joey still had to go to grade school and high school and then to college. One day, many months after his hospital visit to his Uncle Ron, while Joey was playing outside with his friends, he saw a tiny pimple on his skin and without thinking, he pinched the pimple and then he wiped it off with dirty hands. Joey had forgotten visiting his Uncle Joey in the hospital. Joey kept on playing as if he was the toughest kid on the block, which indeed he was. Later that day, Joey’s mom looked down at Joey and she shockingly remarked, ‘Joey, what on earth is that on you?’ Joey looked down and he responded, ‘Oh, I popped a pimple.’ His mom said, ‘You popped a pimple? Don’t you remember visiting Uncle Ron in the hospital? Oh man! Joey’s mom went over to the medicine cabinet and she grabbed a bottle of cream for Joey’s popped pimple. A little band-aid over the creamed popped pimple.

Little Joey went to bed as normal, sleeping away in his dreamworld. Neither he nor his mom had the slightest idea that the infected bacteria was growing and growing and growing. An interior fight of white blood cells were fighting off the infection of the popped pimple. Joey’s mom should have brought Joey to the emergency room when she first realized that Joey’s tiny little pimple was growing and growing. There was nothing she could do to stop the enlarging growth of dead white blood cells that had fought off the infection.

When Joey woke up in the morning, he told his mom that he was feeling sick. His mom looked at the three inch growth and all she could say was, Lets go.’ He said, ‘Where are we going mom?’ She said, ‘We are going to the emergency room at the hospital because you popped a pimple which is now over three inches long.’ They hurried into the family car, as his dad waved good-bye. ‘Be a man Joey. Do not be afraid.’

Joey felt sicker than he had ever felt before; but nevertheless; as they drove up to emergency room’s entrance, he was not afraid because he trusted his dad’s words. Joey remembered his visit to the front of the Victorian Hospital’s front entrance, with its purest white painted white front wall, with the tall tress and green grass and colorful flower. Joey looked at the emergency room’s dull red brick wall that surrounded the emergency’s gray door. Ambulances were arriving and departing from the emergency rooms’ entrance, causing Joey to become a little frighten of entering the gray door. ‘Mommy, can’t we go in the front door? It was so much prettier.’

His mommy just looked into Joey’s eyes and remarked, ‘Joey, the sick people enter from the rear, while the visitors enter from the front. The sick people do not care what the door looks like because they just want to be seen by a doctor.’ As Joey entered the emergency room, he noticed all of the moaning people as they sat waiting from the care of nurses and doctors. There were white people and black people and yellow people and red people and green people and purple people, but they all wanted a doctor’s help. Old and young people, rich and poor people all needed a doctor’s help. Joey was feeling a bit fuzzy so the just kept quiet., even as his mother was writing on a clipboard.

After Joey’s mom had finished answering all of the questions, a nurse walked up to them and she asked Joey and his mom to follow her. She asked Joey to change into some hospital clothes and then she asked Joey to sit on the bed. A few minutes later, a doctor walked into the room and he looked at Joey’s three inch growth. ‘We want to keep him overnight so we can start to give him an IV feeding of antibiotics.’ Joey’s mom looked at Joey and said, ‘We have to do whatever we have to do.’ The doctor looked at Joey to state, ‘Do not worry Joey, you will be ok. But if you were alive a hundred years ago, you would not be alive very long. Back then there were no antibiotics.’

So Joey was put on a stretcher and he was wheeled to a hospital room on the fifth floor. Being wheeled down the hall, Joey simultaneously felt good and bad. Joey felt like he knew he would be treated, but he knew he was feeling sicker every minute; all because of a popping a tiny pimple. Joey did not understand what was happening to his body, nor what was happening at the hospital, but he had learned to just accept the situation for what it was, a situation of bad luck.

As Joey laid in his bed, he watched a nurse walk up to him as she said, ‘Hi there Joey. My name is Mary and I am going to stick this needle into your arm so we can do a blood test. This only sting for a second.’ Joey watched as the nurse aimed the needle towards a vein and she pushed it into his skin, pushing it deeper until red blood flowed into the needle’s plastic container. After the nurse withdrew the needle, she connected the IV feeding tube to the plastic end of the needle that was still in his arm. Joey looked over to the IV feeding plastic bag as he notices a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. ......

Joey looked over to his mom and he felt sad, mainly because he saw her sad. But somehow, he felt as everything was going to be fine, mainly because the doctor and nurses did not seem worried. An hour later, Joey’s dad walked into the hospital and he looked at Joey. Opening the briefcase, he grabbed a little surprise visitor’s gift for Joey. Joey’s eyes widen as he saw the five comic books. ‘Thanks dad.’ His dad just said, ‘Next time, ask your mom before you pop a pimple.’

When visiting hours were over, Joey’s parents went home, leaving Joey alone; except for the body in the other bed. When the nurse walked into to take a blood test, she pulled open the blue hanging cloth wall that separated Joey from the other person in the room. The other patient laid very still, like he was already dead. Joey asked the nurse, ‘What was wrong with him? He never talks or moves his eyes.’ The nurse replied, ‘Oh Joey, he was in a bicycle accident and he was not wearing a bicycle helmet. He is in a coma. That is why he is always sleeping, but everyone hopes that he will wake up as soon as possible. So Joey, always wear your bicycle helmet when you are riding your bike. You never know when you will fall to the ground or get hit by a car. Your skull and brain will never win against the impact of the cement or a moving car. Promise me that you will always wear your bike helmet Joey.’

Joey looked at the nurse and then at his comatose roommate. ‘Sure, I promise.’ And the nurse reached out her hand and shook Joey’s hand. Joey felt like he had made a deal for life. To wear a bicycle helmet every time he rode his bike. Wow, Joey’s first promise to another person. Joey felt more like an adult at the moment than at any time of his life. Of course, he was making a deal with life too.

‘What is his name?’asked Joey. ‘His name is Frank.’ answered the nurse. ‘His parents will probably visit him tomorrow. You can talk to them tomorrow. Ok Joey, take this pain killer. It will make you sleepy, so do not be surprised. Good night Joey.’ as she left the room. Joey laid there all alone, with a needle in his arm, the IV feeding drip dripping away, and a comatose boy as a roommate, with no television; just air and a blank wall. Joey starred onto the blank wall for a long time, as he began thinking about his life and about life in general. As Joey looked onto the blank wall and the comatose boy next to him, Joey started to become a bit comatose himself.

Slowly, Joey entered a different state of awareness, an awareness transcending space and time, and even planet earth. Joey slowly felt a different part of himself leave his body. As Joey’s other self lifted high above his body, as a featherless air-bubble; lifting higher and higher until Joey was looking down upon his body. There was no screaming from his air-bubble self because his mouth was laying on the bed. There was no calling for help because he was even more alone than when he was laying next to the comatose body. Until he felt a bump on his air-bubble self. 'Joey, it is me, your guardian angel.’

‘What do you mean guardian angel?’ a surprised Joey said. ‘Am I dying?’

‘Well I have going to help you along your life mission; a mission that you will discover later on in your life. But you have to always remember to respect your human life, like keeping your promise to wear your bicycle helmet because you never know when you will need protection from life’s unexpected events. And be careful from whom you take advice from. Some advice is good and some bad. Be very careful Joey. I will be in touch.’

In a flash, Joey heard a cough and he was swept back into his body. His body seemed so very heavy compared with his air-bubble self, but he knew that he was stuck with it. Joey looked around and he saw no one, except the comatose body’s head lightly coughing. Joey hit the nurse button and a nurse walked into the room. Joey said, ‘Frank just coughed.’ The nurse walked over to Frank and Frank lightly coughed again. ‘Oh my.’ said the nurse. Joey saw Frank’s eyes twitch and she watched Frank wake up from his comatose state of mind.

She ran out of the room as Frank smiled at Joey. ‘The bubble world is ok.’ said Frank to Joey. ‘Would you like to like to be my biking buddy?’ Joey smiled at Frank and said, ‘Sure, if we live close to each other.’ In a moment, the nurse and a doctor quickly ran into the room, over to Frank. They closed the blue cloth wall as they inspected Frank. After a while, they open the blue cloth wall and they left the room.

Frank started to talking to Joey as if he had been awake for a long time. Joey asked Frank, ‘Frank, what happened to you.’ Frank smile over to Joey, ‘After I disobeyed my mom’s command to put on my bike helmet, I went for a bike ride down my street, and a car went through a stop sign and it hit my bike and my head went flying into the car’s front bumper.’ Joey pictured the event as he remembered the nurse’s strange facial expression as she made Joey promise to wear a bike helmet every time he bicycled. Soon, they were fast asleep, normal sleep.

The next day, everything started as normal. Joey’s mom arrived early, and the doctor arrived too, to check out Joey. A new nurse, getting another blood test. A few hours later, two guys showed up with a tall wheeled stretcher. ‘We need to take Joey down for a CT scan.’ They loaded Joey up on the stretcher and the two guys guided the stretcher out of the room. Joey looked around the hallway and into some rooms as they moved passed room after room. Joey tried to look inside as many rooms as he could. One of the guys started to whistle a tune. Other nurses smiled and waved, Joey felt good about getting better, although he had no idea what a CT scan was.

As they entered into the CT scan room, Joey saw the huge round steel donut. They placed Joey into hole of the donut and it made some noise. Painless as it could be. After all that, the two guys wheeled Joey to the ultrasound machine. The pretty lady squeezed some stuff from a tube onto a thing in her hand and she rubbed the thing all over the infected spot. Joey could see the inside of his body on the screen. ‘Cool!’ Joey said. The pretty blond haired ‘Joey, I think you are going to be just fine. See ya later, but probably not.’ The two guys wheeled Joey through the underground hallway, up to the front of the building. Joey saw the beautiful white Victorian Building, with the tall tress, and green grass, and the colorful flowers. ‘Sure is a nice day, Joey.’ remarked one of the guys. Joey responded, ‘Sure is.’

Three days late, back in Joey’s hospital room, Frank was talking to his parents and brothers and sisters, when Joey’s mom and dad walked into the room. ‘Hey there Joey, are you ready to go home?’ asked his mom. Joey simply said, ‘I sure am. When can we go home.’ After the doctor had looked at the CT scan and the Ultrasound results, he said you are ready to go home; since that growth has shrunk. Everything is ok, you can now go home, but you will still have to take antibiotic pills for a week. But did you learn anything?’

Joey smiled and said, ‘I learned a lot mom.’

After a nurse wheel chaired Joey out the front door, Joey stood up and he looked out to the blue sky with its flying seagulls; after pausing for a second, Joey said, ‘I learned that everyday is a precious day.’

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Planetary Salvation: (What If)

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 24 Planetary Salvation: (What If)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.,'s Ambidextrous Brain and Mind.


Each planet’s race in the solar system had endured millions upon millions of years of biological and intellectual development, but the planets were overburden with the destruction of their natural resources, depleting their ecological systems. The planets were similar in so many ways; but nevertheless, each planet possessed its own unique culture, politics, economy, religion, legal system. They also possessed the basic scientific understanding of the laws of the universe. That commonality only forced the cosmic scientists to prepare for the planned emergency response for planet earth on the day when the planets would no longer be able to sustain the different races.

Some scientists thought the universe was going to clean up the planets of the collective garbage that had accumulated throughout the millions of years of planetary development, because they had arrived at the conclusion that there was an Infinite Intelligence that guided the whole universe, even the planet’s harmonious motions, along with correcting any mistakes made by living creatures. The plan to transport only the most truly spiritual and most intelligent individuals of all races to planet earth had been arranged by the leaders, and representatives of each planet, and the great cosmic philosophers. So the leaders and thinkers of each planet choose the most spiritual and the most intelligent individuals of their races to go to planet earth at the precise moment before self-planetary destruction or before the huge cosmic death ray wave; whichever arrived first.

When the cosmic command center had issued the warning, TRANSPORT YOUR SELECTED GROUP TO PLANET EARTH AT ONCE, all people of all races knew the end was near. When the message arrived at every planet’s planetary emergency radio transponder, every race had been prepared in their desperate response to ensure that their advanced group would survive the cosmic death ray wave. Even though the cosmic death ray had little to do with the planet’s disagreements among each other, along with their internal problems that were causing their own self-destruction, it did reinforced their common bond to survive. After billions of cosmic light years, the peoples on the planets had not learned enough self-control to govern their planets future survival in so many aspects: brutal violence, unnatural sexual desires, lack of respects for lower life forms such plants and fishes and the four legged animals, lack of true knowledge of the Infinite God of all living creatures, and even of the universe. Even with the most advanced technologies available, most of the people still walked as modern day cavemen; cavemen who did not want to think, study, read, write, draw, etc. The modern day cavemen did not like the thinkers. The progressive thinkers hoped to create a new race of pure intellectuals and spiritual thinkers; people who did not believe in war, killing, and death as answers to their political and religious problems.

When the true progressive thinkers and leaders realized the difference between the modern day cavemen versus the truly intelligent and spiritual people, they realized that there were only two basic solutions to saving their individual races from the violence of the modern day cave people; two choices with only one seemingly logical answer. Change the cavemen’s brain waves, which they understood was almost an impossible task or separate the advanced brains and minds for future intellectual and spiritual development. The modern day cavemen did not want to change their material consciousness to a spiritual consciousness because in their limited outlook on their identity and that of the universe, they enjoyed their violent pleasures and pastimes. Nor did they want to transform their concepts of being limited animal bodies to a higher awareness of being states of mind and consciousness with unlimited abilities, like understanding the spiritual universe. So the effect was the cavemen ravaged their planets whenever they could, while the spiritually minded respected their planets and all living creatures.

When the planets’ natural resources were totally depleted or when the cosmic death ray wave had arrived, the violent modern day cave people would be left behind, while the truly gifted people of all races would be sent to earth for the survival of all intelligent life. A long, long time ago, when every planet in the solar system had pure intelligent life on them, people were so happy. Until that is, they decided to become careless with their cosmic and planetary responsibilities; and their sense of human destiny.

Every intelligent creature knew that the moment arrived, planet earth’s moment would arrive as the savior planet for each planetary race; those individuals who were would procreate their races on earth, for an advanced civilization. So earth was spared from the problems of the other planets; because earth had to be pure for the moment when the scientists had given the order to transport the few selected civilized and progressive and spiritual and cosmic thinkers to planet earth. As the scientist monitored the cosmic death ray wave, they had calculated when to give the command for the chosen individual and groups to leave their home planets. Those chosen individuals who represented their race were obviously happy to go to the pure mother earth.

Their home planets had been overly populated for millions of years, and their water supplies were mostly dirty and partly poisoned, and their food supplies were low, and their farm lands had been so abused for millions of years by each planetary race, that growing food was getting harder and harder to do. The planets’ natural weather patterns had been changed radically, almost to the point of unpredictable weather chaos, leaving all plant life begging for help.

TRANSPORT YOUR GROUP TO PLANET EARTH was echoed to the planet’s leaders. The leaders informed the groups of the urgency of the moment, so everyone moved quickly to the spaceship transports. The transporters’ seating areas were very comfortable, with the nicest leather seats and tv screens for watching movies or informational stations. Groups of people boarded spaceships and they buckled themselves into their seats. As they silently looked out the windows, they starred at what would be their last sight and memory of their home planets. A few people wept while other people laughed. A few chatters talked small talk, while some sat motionless. As the spacecraft lifted above the surface and headed towards earth, the dark space was covered with solar activity, and lights from far away. As the space ships approached ultra-space-speeds, the people felt as if they were barely moving, but in fact they were traveling very fast.

With advanced technologies, spaceships traveled ultra-fast through the solar system as they headed towards earth; forever leaving behind the past, except for the information that each individual held within their personal memories and in their recording devices. After millions and millions of years of learning about life and death on their own planets, they carried the memories of a hopeful racial and planetary salvation to planet earth. But they also carried the knowledge that planet earth should always be treated with more respect than their home planets.

As the spaceships approached earth, they noticed the blue oceans and the dark ground, the patterns of the continents. They had studied about earth while they prepared for their life on earth. Some people were really excited, while many people were just totally mad at their uncontrollable situation. But they were all happy that they would be able to avoid the cosmic death ray wave. They were all learning how precious and valuable life was on their home planets, but they were also grateful for the savior planet earth.

As the planet’s spaceships arrived on planet earth, each planetary race had already been assigned to an individual continent on earth. Each planetary race would be divided by a continent so they would have enough time to adjust to their new home planet. As the spaceships landed on the continents, all of the races hurried to their new underground safe havens. After every selected spaceship arrived on planet earth, there was just enough time for each race to go underground before the arrival of the cosmic death ray wave. The underground would protect the races from the cosmic death ray wave. Each race needed to remain underground until earth’s surface reclaimed its natural ecological systems.

The death ray wave had been calibrated exactly to the point of impact. As the cosmic death ray floated into the solar system, its gigantically long wave swept through the solar system as if a ocean wave had rolled over a rock on a beach. The cosmic death ray wave rolled slowly through the cosmic space, totally disintegrating the whole surface of each planet, leaving behind only dust in its wake. Earth barely survived the wave only because it was shaded by the other planets alignment at the precise moment of the cosmic death ray wave flowing pass this section of the solar system.

The measurement instruments on earth’s surface measured the cosmic death ray wave as it burned up the other planet’s measuring instruments. One by one, each instrument was burned up like an insect by a volcano’s rolling boiling burning ash. But like the trillions upon of trillions of ants that ever lived and died, so too; did the peoples of the now desolate planets. With an invisible zone of toxic space, each planet was burnt to a crispy crust. All living creatures became each planet dust. The moment had arrived for a new respect for life on mother earth..

The peoples of the earth were only partly protected from the cosmic death ray wave. Even as planet earth was shadowed by the other planets, the cosmic death ray’s rolling wave touched earth’s surface as a fire would partly scorched a burning log; leaving a few bugs safe from the fires of hell. So too, was earth partly scorched by the cosmic death ray wave, leaving those planetary races untouched by the heat because they were deep inside the savior planet earth. When the cosmic death ray wave had passed over the savior mother earth, the solar system was relatively the same, but the planets were now empty, devoid of all life.

The peoples lived under ground for quite a long time, long enough for earth’s surface to recuperate from the cosmic death ray wave. Many stories of the cosmic death ray had been passed from one generation to future generations, until the day that story had almost been forgotten. But, those people who had heard of the story had soon dismissed it after they had reached the earth’s surface. Planet earth’s surface was teeming with a new and complete ecological system of fresh water and salt water, and tall brown trees, and colorful flowers, and green grasses, and so many kinds of insects, and big and small and slow and fast birds, and tiny and huge animals, and big fish that eat little fish and all reptiles: snakes, lizards, crocodiles, turtles, and tortoises. Planet earth hoped to mother another creature, just as many mothers love to mother their pet cats and dogs.

Planet earth started to live again, and soon enough, one by one, it felt the underground humans who were popping up from under the earth’s surface. Pop up they did, at least those races that survived living underground for so long. There was the white race, the black race, the brown race, they yellow race, and many other colored races. Almost a color for every planet in the solar system. The old cosmic scientists had prepared for the complications of biological reproduction, so even after generations of inbreeding, people were still people. But they were now new people on a new earth.

As they began popping up onto earth’s surface with no instruments, they had to start from the beginning, even though their collective memory banks were loaded with sub-conscious information from past generations.* They knew without knowing; so as they began to roam and walk the living earth. They started to learn about earth’s living creatures and earth’s water and its sky and moon and even the sun. Everyday, every person on the planet would watch the sun rise into the day sky, just they would watch the moon rise into the night sky. They would wonder about the sun and the moon and the stars that they could not see as clearly as they wished they could see.

But everyday, they would wonder. Wondering became a part of everyday life; especially as they looked up towards the stars!

With all of that wondering, people started to wander over planet earth by walking for as long as they could walk. In all kinds of weather, they would learn to survive the walk and during the walk, they learned to survive the earth’s changing conditions, while they were all wondering what they would find when they stopped walking. Everything was just fine, just fine. Until that magical moment had arrived. The moment when one pair of human eyes looked into the distance, only to stare into another pair of human’s eyes. A stranger looks into the eyes of a stranger. At first, everyone walked on with their wandering feet and their wondering minds. In no time at all, humans were looking at other humans, wondering if they were good or bad humans. The first moment of social chaos begin in the eyes and minds of mankind. What to do when one human sees another human who looks different than you. Yet, in no time at all, groups of people surprisingly met up with other groups of people, leading to larger and larger groups of people and larger and larger states of socially chaotic minds. Individual ignorance and fear became collective ignorance and fear.

In time, they found the seas. So they learn how to build boats to travel over the earth’s water ways like seas and oceans. They saw the whales and sharks and dolphins and the jellyfish and the stingrays and tiny fish. Wow, the wonder of earth’s living sea creatures. After sailing the seas and oceans, the boat people discovered more land people. They were different even as they were the same. And a strange thing happened on mother earth. People who had survived the cosmic death ray wave had began their own destructive death ray wave of humankind and of earth. One human’s eyes looked into the other eyes of another human with ignorance and fear, which began a new kind of death ray. The death ray of ignorance and hate and fear and killing and of humanized power. Shortly thereafter, the first human killed the first human who died in the name of fear and ignorance.

Many millions of years later, mankind’s materiality polluted the earth and seas and air and even the space above earth. Humans did not keep the water clean. They did not manage their population growth rate and food supply, but more important than that, the humans began to create movies and games of humans killing other humans. Above all of that, mankind created bigger and grandeur weapons of mass human destruction. Each time a weapon of mass destruction killed life on earth, the old spirits of leaders and thinkers from so long ago, who tried to save the human race from itself, thought that the earth and even the universe cried an invisible tear drop for each wasteful human death It was written that human spirits billions of years old cried when they looked down on planet earth and the human race. The old spirits had not planned for humans to hate each other in so many forms. But every once in a while, there were spiritual thinkers who wondered how to save mother earth from human’s arrogance and disrespect, even mankind from itself. But with so few true thinkers in a world of biological creatures with primitive brains, one solution seemed possible; a change from a material state of consciousness to a purely spiritual consciousness.

Because a single common language for global governmental problem solving did not prevail among mankind, racial tensions existed from the moment of the first death. Because people emotionally believed in their made up gods and religions, divisions were created where unity should have prevailed. Because a multi-dimensional universe was not understood by mankind, they believed that killing other humans was the answer to political and religious problems. Limited concepts of government divided mankind, even if a few realistic thinker felt that a single global government was needed to solve global problems. But mostly, respect for human life was limited, if not non-existent, as if humans were throw away problems.

The first human that killed another human because of ignorance and fear had no idea what he had started as a chain reaction. He had no idea of the previous cosmic leaders plan for a peaceful human race, without the cavemen’s mentality of killing and war and death. The first human murderer of another human being had no idea that his caveman mentality and his lack of communication skills only created new problems for himself and for mankind. The old wise men of the cosmos had learned that only by global communication and not by killing or death or war, would earth and the human race survive as a living unit.

Hundreds of millions of earth years after the underground humans ascended from the ground, after humans had finished discovering the earth and the seas, after they had began to discover the universe, the majority of them forgot to discover the true human soul that lived within each of them. The new age of human scientists looked deeper and deeper into their material view of their material concept of the universe, but they forgot to discover the one and only God of the universe. After millions upon millions of years of humans killing other humans, mostly in the name of an imaginary god or human gods, humans kept on developing bigger and better and faster weapons of death and destruction.

Moreover, mother earth had taken its toll; mostly because of the un-respectful and uncaring cavemen like humans who had overtaken the earth. If people do not learn from history, they are inclined to repeat the mistakes of the past. Population explosions, garbage in the oceans and seas and space, oil and nuclear and energy problems, ozone depletion, overburden farm soil losing its ability to grow food crops, disappearing trees - especially the rainforests, global warming and major weather changes, and more humans killing humans in the name of religion.

And so, the earthlings started to look again to their moon, and other planets for a place to live just in case; just in case planet earth started to reject the humans who destroyed their savior planet. The earthly cosmic scientists had arrived at the desperate idea to leave earth by setting up space stations on the other planets after realizing that humans would have to escape planet earth for another chance at life.


Based on a concept told to me by an Italian barber.

* The New Science Of Life: by Robert Sheldrake

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Viet:The Happiest Mailman Ever!

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 23 Viet The Happiest Mailman Ever!* (based on a mailman's story)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Mind.

Viet the mailman had started his mail route every day in Vietnam, just as he had for each summer during the summer break from the State University. Viet had learned to study ever since he was in grade school and high school in Vietnam. Delivering mail by bicycle to the country people was ok by Viet because he liked riding his bike in the countryside and he needed the money for food and supplies, like most other college students around the world. As Viet delivered mail, his leather mail bag hang around his shoulder as he peddled from one building to another building. Handing out mail to every person on his mail route seemed like a big responsibility, thought Viet, because every person wanted their mail. At night, Viet would also wonder about all of those white spots in the sky.

One day, Viet took a break from delivering mail to read a state newspaper, leaving him a few minutes to look at the newspapers headlines: ‘US Troops Headed To Vietnam to help the government defend itself from the communist Vietcong (a member of the communist guerrilla movement in Vietnam that fought the South Vietnamese government forces 1954-75 with the support of the North Vietnamese army and opposed the South Vietnamese and US forces in the Vietnam War. Viet wondered what the future held for him and his country. Torn between the current government and the revolutionaries, Viet thought that helping the American soldiers to defend South Vietnam against the communists and communism (A political theory derived from Karl Marx, who advocated a class war which would led to a society in which all property is publicly owned and each person works and is paid according to their abilities and needs.) Viet wondered how America’s military and their political ideal of democracy (a system of government by and of the whole population, usually by voting) and capitalism (an economic and political system in which a country’s trade and industry are controlled by private owners for profit, rather than by the state) in Vietnam would change the common people who normally had no control over their everyday lives, nor of their future. But in times of change, sometimes a person has no choice but to take the best path for the future, even if success is deemed small at best and death seems likely.

One day, the South Vietnam government began ordering all men to join the miliary service once it was realized that South Vietnam would have no choice but to defend itself against North Vietnam, as well as the insiders in South Vietnam who wanted to overthrow their current government. Therefore, the poor people were trapped in the middle of the political battle of words, and in the middle of guns and bullets and bombs. So Viet the mailman became Viet the soldier.

In no time at all, Viet had entered the military with the hope of just delivering mail to soldiers, but instead he had surrendered his freedom to begin his military career as most young men; dressing in a green uniform, sleeping in a long barracks with lots of other young men, eating the same boring food everyday, doing a lot of physical exercise, and learning about guns and bombs and weapons and killing people or the enemy. He wished that he had somewhere to go so he could escape the uncontrollable complex changes that were overtaking Vietnam and its people. Everyday, every soldier was awoken by the bugle’s horn and while they ate the same food and dressed in the same green uniforms before a long jog in the morning, most of them wished they had somewhere to go for to escape the radical changes ahead of them; but there was no escape. Instead, they learned about weapons and the miliary way of life, along with the political ideals that the government wanted every young solider to learn. And then there were the Americans soldiers, who would bring new ideas and a new way of life to Viet’s country. What would that mean? During the night training, Viet would sometimes look up towards the sky and wonder if other creatures in the universe were fighting over political ideals too.

Viet worked his way up to the ranks of the military ladder, to find himself an officer over a group of men. He was trained by the American soldiers who had bigger muscles and bigger weapons than the Viet and his soldiers, but Viet and his countrymen had the bigger spirt to defend their home country Even so, the American soldiers seemed friendly enough, that is, until they had to kill. When Viet ate with the American soldiers, he heard them talk about their families and even about American politics, about democracy and capitalism. Most of America’s soldiers wanted to defend South Vietnam from Communist and they wanted to help spread America’s ideals of government and economics. Those ideals were never in the daily newspapers as were the ideals of government and society called Communism and Marxism. Sometimes, he wondered how these dedicated soldiers could be so friendly and family oriented, and yet hey would sometimes joke about heir own governmental leaders. Viet knew that he would never ever speak a single word against his government. The war was a war, what else is there to say about death and killing!

One day, Viet and his military company was caught off guard, when they were captured by the VC. The VC put Viet into a prison labor camp for six years, forcing Viet the soldier to became Viet the prisoner. From an officer to a prisoner in the same amount of time it takes a bullet to kill them. The first day of slaved labor in the rice fields was a calm day for Viet, only because he knew that the bullets had stopped flying at him. The cool water on his feet and legs did not seem as bad as the blood of war he had experienced daily during the war, and even in his dreams the night before, as he slept on the wooden bed, in the hot air, with a very hungry stomach. As he peeked around the rice fields, he saw the guards with guns. They were still in the war state of mind, as if killing was no problem for them, but Viet was really tired of killing and death. But he knew that people had killed for less than political power, and the control over harmless and innocent people, who only want to work the fields so they could make a living by selling rice and other natural supplies. At night, Viet would look up through the holes in the roof and he would look at the stars and wonder if other people around the world were being held prisoner because of political ideals. This was especially true when the guards did not feed Viet after a long day in the fields.

Thousands of times, Viet had thought about a plan of escape, but he knew that even if he did escape, the communist party had grown to such a huge number of people, that there would be no escape from Vietnam without help from family and friends, who were not allowed to talk or see Viet. Everyday, Viet woke up with the same question in his mind, ‘When will they let me go?’ but there was never a hint of freedom from the rice fields, or from the guards, or from the communist government. Only within his dreams would Viet dream of freedom from hunger, from guards, from the slaved labor in the rice fields, from the communist government who believed not in America’s freedoms of political and religious ideals. But America was located on the other side of the globe, and so was his freedom.

After the first year of working ten hours in the rice fields for nothing but a few bowls of rice each day, Viet had sometimes wished he had been shot by a bullet, but then again, what he really wished for was for freedom from a war between political ideals from different men and cultures. He wished to be free from having to work for nothing except free breathable air for ten hours a day, day after day, every week after week, year after year. The math would be ten hours a day, for six days a week, for 52 weeks a year, for six years, for a grand total of (10 x 6 x 52 x 6 years = 18,720 hours of slaved labor: but six years is six years). Viet would translate those hours into American dollars. At ten dollars a hour, he realized that he would have earned 180,720, instead of working for air to breathe.

After six years, Viet was let go from the prison camp because times were changing for the whole country. Now, Viet the prisoner become Viet the outcast. Viet went looking for a real job in Vietnam, but he was an outsider in his own country. Because he had supported the American’s democracy and capitalism, Viet could not get hired by anyone in Vietnam. He discovered a dream that would give him a life of democracy and capitalism.

At the begging of the seventh year, Viet had an idea, ‘Why not find a way to America.’

So there was the answer! If America could not get to him, he would get to America. Viet secretly started to gather information by asking family members to search out the people who could help Viet escape from Vietnam. A part of him was sad, while Viets rejoiced over a possibility of new life in America.

Viet’s family and friends had arranged Viet to escape from Vietnam by a small boat; a boat named, ‘3 Little Pigs. It would carry 17 other people. Viet the outcast then became Viet the escapee. Once on board, Viet knew that he might be saying good-bye to his family and Vietnam forever. Viet stepped onto the boat after he said good-bye and the boat sailed away, forever. Five days and four nights did the boat travel over the South Chine Sea, from Vietnam’s Ho Chi Minh City to Indonesia’s Natuna Islands. While Viet and the others sat on that boat, only two views starred back at them, the oceans horizon or the stars above the South China Sea. Viet and some of the others choose to look up towards the stars with silent prayers of hope and faith, as they tried to figure what all of those bright lights were in the dark sky.

When the boat had reached land, Indonesia’s Natuna Islands, Viet held onto this official papers as he found himself talking to an American representative who signed the needed papers that officially allowed Viet into America’s way of life. Viet could not wait to discover the differences between Vietnam’s communism and America’s democracy and capitalism.

As Viet waited at a small airport, he had lost any hope for the past, as he barely held onto the memories of a life of fear, that was disappearing by way of an airplane. As Viet handed the stewardess his boarding ticket , he felt as if the hand of the God was pushing him from one dream to another dream. If there is an afterlife, maybe it is like this, wondered Viet. Viet never looked back to say good-bye to his past. Viet had never been in an airplane before, so he just sat down like everyone else. When the stewardess started to hand out drink and the meal, Viet felt as if he was a king, compared to the prison life under the communist government.

Flying over Vietnam, he realized that the bombers also had the same view as they were dropping bombs from their airplanes. Bombs to stop the communist believers who wanted everyone in their society to be a slave to the government. Viet hoped that America was not like that, but he knew that he would soon find out. As Viet sat back in his long flight to America, he knew that he would have to learn a whole new way of life; a life of freedom instead of fear.

When he heard the captain’s announcement that the airplane would be landing in America in twenty minutes, he felt more awake than he had before. Viet the escapee became Viet the American vistor. America and the freedom for which it stood for; what was it like living in a country where the communist fear was not a part of everyday life? He had only seen a few pictures of America from the soldiers who carried pictures with them during the war, but now he was there, ready to live again by experiencing a whole new life. As he exited the plane, everyone treated Viet with a kindness that he not experienced before. Were all of America’s people like this he wondered.

As Viet met his connection in the airport, he was led to a taxi outside the airport. As soon as they started to drive around town, Viet could not believe his eyes. The tall buildings, so many cars, and so many kinds of people. Viet thought to himself, ‘I have never seen so many kinds of people who are all dressed up.’ So many stores too. And places to eat. There were the American fast food restaurants, the Chinese restaurants, and even the Vietnam restaurants. Viet could not believe his eyes. Vietnam restaurants in America. Wow. All that he needed was a job; somewhere warm he hoped. Not much snow in Vietnam.

After all of the legal papers were taken care of, Viet decided that he wanted a rather simple life. After he picked up a newspaper, he read all of the job listings in the help wanted section. So many jobs for so many people. America may be the land of the free, but it was also home to the educated and the non-educated so everyone could find a job doing something. Yet, as he remembered seeing some homeless people on the streets, he wondered why they were not working.

Finally the moment arrived when he saw a job that he knew he could do. He remembered how well he loved delivering mail in Vietnam, so he decided to try to become a mailman in America. The first time he saw an America mail person, he noticed that they were so official looking, with their blue uniforms and white trucks, along with so many different kinds of stamps. When Viet learned that some people collected stamps as a hobby, he realized that people in America must have a lot of time on their hands to have so many hobbies. Life seemed really good for Americans, thought Viet. When Viet started the process of becoming a United States Postal Worker, he learned that he was going to be paid an hourly wage and that he was going to belong to a workers union and that he would even get health insurance for himself and his family. Viet wanted to become an American citizen. And who could blame him.

Once Viet had the job he wanted, he would be able to afford to bring his wife and his children to America too. The day arrived, after completing the process of becoming a United States Postal Worker, Viet started his new job. Viet the American visitor becomes Viet an American mailman. His first job was easy enough, he simply sorted mail by putting his hand into a box filled with a pile of mail and he looked at the envelope’s address so he could push the envelop into the correct slot, for each house number and street. With his first weekly check, he walked into one of America’s bookstores and he walked up and down every pass every roll of books. Viet could not believe all of the books on so many subjects; cheap too. Books on religion and money and the mind and history and America and how to learn any language and books on sex and the brain and chess and cooking and sports and art and how to become an artist and books on love and camping and wild animals and pets and movie stars and even about politics and the president of America. In Vietnam, there were only the books that the communist government allowed people to buy and read, and they were very costly too. To costly for the average working person.

Soon afterwards, after sorting mail for other US postal delivery employees, he finally received his own mail route. Viet needed to get his drivers license, so he learned to drive cars and trucks with a learners permit; but in no time at all, he took the tests for his car and truck license and he passed the first time. The first time he drove his own United States Postal Truck for his own mail route, he began to feel like a free man.

Years later, Viet found the way and means to get his wife and children to America. Once his family was with him, he found himself a home and took out a loan and after he bought his first home in America, Viet felt on top of the world. Compare to that small room in Vietnam, compared to the military barracks, compared to the prison room with the wooden bed; when Viet walked into his new home, with the softest whitest carpet, and with the new cream colored paint job, and with the new kitchen stove and refrigerator, and with the new bathroom tubs and mirrors, and with the leveled green grass in the back and front lawn, and with the yard’s sprinkler system, and with the new televisions and music systems, and with the new beds in each of the bathroom, and with the garage for the tools and the family car. With the neighbors who all seemed friendly, Viet felt as if he was in an earthly heaven, which was called America. Viet had become an American.

One night, Viet looked up towards the sky, and he wondered what those big bright lights are in the sky. So Viet stood up and he walked to his car, and he drove down to the local bookstore and he bought a few books on astrometry, and astronomy, and astrophysics. Then he drove down to the local astronomy store and he bought a big telescope. Viet then returned to his house and he setup the big telescope and he opened his books to study the stars and the universe that he had seen every night while he grew up in Vietnam, while he fought for Democracy in Vietnam, while he worked in the rice fields for six years, while sat on the boat for five days and four days. His wife and kids thought that Viet was acting a little crazy, but he just wanted to use his freedom to learn more about life and the universe. Viet had never studied astronomy while he was in Vietnam, but as he looked through the astronomy books, he glared and the pictures of the Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth and its moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, along with all of their moons.

After reading about those planets and their moons, Viet realized that there was only one known and current planet with intelligent life on it; and that planet was planet earth. The mailman Viet walked around his mail delivery route and as he put envelops into the mail boxes, Viet would every so often wonder why humans could not figure out a better way to communicate with and ideas words instead of with swords and bullets and bombs and torture and killing and death.

After looking through the astronomy books, Viet looked through the telescope’s lens to bring the planets closer to his sight. Everything seemed so simple in the cosmic universe. The planets and their moons just float around each other without colliding into each other. "A small miracle.’ thought Viet, ‘As if the hand of God moved every inch of the universe to this moment of freedom!’

* partly based on a true story from a real mailman.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Harry: (part 2) The Boy Preacher

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 22 Harry The Boy Preacher (part 2)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Mind.

Harry the milk delivery boy fell asleep, into a deep sleep. Harry dreamt a dream. Harry woke up on his canvass bed in his canvass tent. He slipped on his sandals and he wrapped a leather belt around his wrist. He grabbed a long curvy knife and slid it into its holder. As he walked out of the tent, he saw the afternoon sun rising high over the earth. He looked out over the hundred sheep that were glazing in the green grassy meadows next to the flowing river. Everything seemed normal to Harry the sheepman, until he saw the flash of light behind some huge rocks that were located high above him in the mountain.

Harry yelled out to one of his younger brothers, ‘I am going up to the mountain to find out what that flash of light was. Tell everyone that I will return when I get back and not to worry about me.’ His brother simply shook his heads for an ‘OK’ Harry grabbed two leather bags of water, some dates, apples, mangos, and banana’s. Harry also grabbed a long wooden staff in his hand, to help him over the rocks of the mountain. Harry was walking towards the mountain in no time. As soon as he started up the mountain, he stepped over many sharp rocks, so he had to be careful not to step onto the edge of a rock. Harry knew that if something had happened to him, he would have no one to help him return to the safe green grassy meadows, with its yellow flowers swaying in the wind.

Harry sweated as he started his journey up the mountain’s dirt path that was half covered with small rocks, but small enough not to stop him from walking up the mountain. Within a few hours, Harry had reached a clearing in the mountain, so he sat down for a rest. Harry looked over the edge of the mountain and he saw the white area that he knew were sheep. The brown tiny dot was his big tent. He jokingly waved to the people below just to make himself laugh. Harry looked around the clearing and he noticed a strange rock. It was not dark and gray like all of the other rocks. It was a sandy color which Harry had never seen before, except as the color of the sun burnt mountain when viewed from a long distance. Harry walked over to the twenty foot tall rock, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. The rock’s color was changing from the sandy tan brown to a glowing yellowish orange light, as if a part of the sun was on earth for Harry to behold. Fear was not a part of Harry’s mind, though caution was causing Harry to take slow steps towards the strange rock.

As the Rock glowed brighter, Harry heard a voice from the rock, ‘A message must be given to the future race of humans, so take your writing tool and etch these words into your mind and into your soul. Harry took out his quill pen and paper he wrote down the words that were leaving the glowing rock. ‘Many thousands of years ago, I gave Moses and his people Ten Commandments, but now there needs to be an update from those simple commandments; there are new rules to live by.’ Harry walked over to the yellowish orange glowing rock and he reached out to touch it. The glowing rock was soft and it seemed to be made out of pure energy. Harry asked himself, ‘How can a rock be soft and pure energy? So he touched it again. In the blink of an eye, the rock was a dark gray solid rock again. ‘Is my mind playing tricks on me? Harry thought to himself. Harry then remembered Einstein’s E=mc2 (squared). Harry touched the rock again and it glowed again, even brighter than the first time, just as if it was reading Harry’s questioning mind. Harry touched it again and he felt different. He felt as if another spirit was awaken within him.

Harry was feeling like a new person, even though his skin and bones were unchanged, but they too felt refreshed. Harry felt his mind transforming with the new ideas, but also with a new identity, caused by the Infinite Guiding Light of the every creature and even that of the universe. Harry began to realize that if the rock could be perceived as solid matter one moment, and pure glowing energy the next moment, that what seemed important was how he was perceiving the rock, the universe, including himself. ‘Can pure intelligent energy change its form from solid mass to pure energy or is it just how I perceive it?’ thought Harry. But what about the voice and the message? Was it God or just my mind seeing God?’ questioned Harry to himself. Maybe it is one and the same thing! The God Mind seeing the God Mind!

Harry awoke from his dream and he made his way to a pen and paper. Harry wrote down the dream so he would not ever forget it. Harry stepped outside the farmhouse to walk over to the farm’s picnic table. He sat down and he looked up towards the sky to ponder about the vivid dream and how it related to the good and evil in human nature that he had observed so far in his short lifetime. Harry wrote down a few new Commandments that might apply to the modern world, Commandments that would include Moses’s Ten Commandments: Do Not Fry Your Brains With Drugs; Do Not Waste Your Whole Life On Worshiping Sports Celebrities; Do Not Become Mesmerically Obsessed And Then Consumed And Addicted To Pornography And Sex. Do Not Believe That God Is A Human Being Somewhere In Outer Space. Read And Write Instead of Watching Television All Night Long. Do Not Believe ....... As Harry wrote his new commandments down on paper, he knew that they most of his congregation already obeyed these modern day commandments, and he also knew that the worldly would just laugh at him. It as been that way for thousands of years.

Harry realized that he had to give at least one Sunday sermon to the congregation, so he felt it better be a good one, because it might be his last sermon. What could be those new rules that the rock was talking about? If people believed that the universe was purely solid, they would deal with one set of rules. But if they understood and perceived that the universe is pure intelligent energy, they would have to deal with a different set of rules. What would those rules be? thought Harry.

Harry remembered the four houses where he was reminded of human evil against other humans and he wondered how human life might have been different if they knew what he knew. If people knew that they could changed their consciousness from a material universe to a truly spiritual universe, or away from the limitations of what is presented before them by the very limited five physical senses, they would then have to change the rules by which they lived.. If they realized that the objective human universe simply reflects what is perceived by the human mind, they would then have to perceive that all evil starts in the mind long before it is manifested as human evil.

Harry walked over to the material wooden church to be alone with the church. As he walked into the church, he wondered what it meant in terms of a material church versus a spiritual church, a church of Love. Harry walked up to raised podium and he looked down onto the empty chairs and pews. Harry started yelling down towards the people, ‘The laws of physics have nothing to do with the human evil that lurks within the heart of mankind. But the heart of half animal - half human earthlings must be changed to a more spiritualized human, so evil can be overcome.’ He knew that that statement would not be approved by the Sunday crowd, so he wondered what he was going to speak about. As Harry looked at the wood pews and chairs and at the white walls, he realized that maybe the reason people go to church was to worship the purity of life and to escape from the evil that is in their hearts and in their daily lives.

Harry heard the door open and close. A lady wearing the shiniest white dress he had ever seen. He was still standing by the podium. The lady in white sat down on a middle pew. A strange silence and aura filled the air. Harry did not move, nor did the lady. He had never seen her before in the small town, so he thought that he should introduce himself to her. The lady said in a grand-motherly voice, ‘That will not work Harry, but nice try.’ Harry said, ‘Who are you?’ ‘Oh, I am a friend from the Rock.’ Harry just starred at her, as he said, ‘What rock?’ ‘You know Harry! The Rock of pure energy and light and intelligence.’ I came here to help you with your Sunday speech, for the humans who want to escape from the world’s evil for a hour or two, but they do not want to change their own evil hearts. Remember what Jesus said, ‘What goes into the mouth does not defile a man, but what goes out of the mouth, (meaning heart or mind) does defile a man.’

Harry asked her, ‘So you know about the four houses and the history of what those houses symbolize?’ ‘Well Harry, that is a tricky question, but I do not think you are ready for the answer yet. I think you have to worry about your Sunday speech which you want to be grand, but people usually do not want to hear about grand ideas. They just want to hear how to get to their personal concept of heaven and how to avoid their personal concept of hell. They want to hear about how Jesus is God, which he wasn’t and isn’t. Jesus never said that he was God by the way. And they want to feel good without having to think to much about their own personal responsibility for their actions. They want to ask for forgiveness from Jesus for every wrong action instead of changing their hearts and souls.

Harry thought about evil, how evil back in the days of Moses was different than the evil today, even if it all stemmed from what the human mind was thinking, instead of from the absolute Truth. Harry looked at it his own skin and bones and thought to himself that it did not seem to much different than a chicken’s skin and bones, nor a monkey’s skin and bones. So what was truly different from the human and animals? A changing progressive future for either good or evil.

Harry stood before the white dressed lady and the invisible congregation and yell into the microphone, ‘Everything is a matter of consciousness; change your consciousness and you change the world. Do you want to be humans with a sub-primitive animal consciousness or humans with an advanced consciousness of the multi-dimensional universe? Yet, the law of progress happens anyway in human development. So we must change how we think about our concepts of God and even about the seemingly physical universe. The universe only seems physically solid because we are seeing it with our limited human brains and with our limited concepts of life, instead of with the Mind that is God. It is about time that all religious believers stop believing that God is a human old man with a white beard who is sitting on a throne somewhere up in outer space, like people did thousands of years ago. Stop believing that Jesus is God, a God who did not create World War I and II, who did not create the Nazi concentration camps, who did not invent slavery in any era, who did not cause a human mother or father to punish their children with blunt physical weapons of fear instead of with communicative ideas. In short, the God of the universe did not create evil or people to become evil.’

The lady spoke up at Harry, ‘Harry that was good, but grow-ups know something about government and economics and international affairs and other down to earth issues that have nothing to do with their one hour Sunday mass or sermon.’ Harry looked down to the lady, but the only thing that he could think of was how money and economics was a man made invention because God never needed money for anything, even though humans needed money to exchange goods and services all over the world. It would be impossible for humans to live without the symbol of money and economic systems. Harry thought how exchanging goods and services and money seemed easier than exchanging political and religious ideas based on some sort of moral high ground.

The lady looked up at Harry and she said, ‘Harry, one of the reason people go to church is to forget the world of money, and material things, even if they do dress up in their nice clothes.’ Harry looked at the door and he stepped down from the podium and he exited the building, but the lady was walking right next to him, just as smoothly as if she were sliding on ice with ice skates on her feet. As they walked down the street, some friends had walked passed Harry after they said hi. Harry looked over to the lady and he remarked, ‘They acted as if they did not even see you.’ The lady giggled as she said, ‘They can not see me Harry. I am from the realm of the Rock, where the universe is pure energy or pure matter; it all depends on how you look at it. Since most people look at the universe with their brain’s eyes, they miss out on seeing the other worlds that are part of the multi-dimensional universe call Life.

The lady silently walked next to Harry as He pondered the problem of his one and probably only Sunday sermon that he would give to the congregation. The lady and Harry walked towards the farmhouse without speaking because Harry now knew that she could read his mind as easily as if she were on the phone with him. He was remembering the dream, and when he pictured the glowing rock, he thought to himself, ‘I wish I could show the congregation the glowing rock in my dream.’

The lady giggled as she walked off the main dirt road. ‘Harry, this way.’ she calmly stated.
Harry was so tired of thinking that he just followed her. He figured that maybe she had something in her magical bag of tricks. They started to walk up a tall mountain, a mountain Harry had never seen before now. Yet, instead of breathing faster and feeling tired, Harry was beginning to feel refreshed and alive. After an hour of hiking and climbing, Harry saw bright light over a ridge. They advanced further and Harry saw the glowing rock which was The Rock in his dream. ‘How could that be? thought Harry.

The lady spoke up with a louder voice that the voice she used in the church. ‘When a person is advanced to a certain level of understanding Harry, that person can enter one dream world and exit that dream world because in reality, there is no separation between different dreams worlds, if you realize that everything is connected by an invisible web of Life. This glowing Rock that you saw in your dream is the exact same Rock that is in front of you now. The Rock is another living symbol of the divine Christ which anyone can touch, see, listen to, and even understand. Since the church’s congregation can believe only in the limited visible world that their eyes behold, we have decided that you are the one pure and innocent mind that is ready to show this specific congregation this multi-dimensional Rock with has Infinite Power and Infinite Intelligence to help guide every soul to higher understanding of what is good and evil in their human lives. But we needed a person who is not afraid to analyze, uncover, and destroy evil. Because you helped save both that mother and her two children, you have proven to us that you can also help the people in the church to see the Rock.’ Harry walked over to the Rock.

‘Harry, here is a bag with a small rock from the Big Rock that you can give out to the congregation on Sunday, along with the speech that we will give you. We will help you along your path of your one Sunday sermon. This small rock can be cut into smaller glowing rocks for each individual member of the congregation. Each smaller rock from Mother Rock will reflect the powerful guiding light of the Big Rock, but each rock will help every person who will listen to their personal rock’s pure intelligent power to overcome all evil.’

Harry took the bag and as she let the bag go from her hand, she slowly disappeared with the words flowing from her mouth, in lettered form, ‘I will return soon. Always remember this Harry; one dream can be connected to another dream, once you remember that they are both dream worlds compared to one the Infinite Web called Life, or God.’ And off she disappeared. Harry walked down the mountain dirt road, with the rock in the leather bag.

When Harry woke up on his big Sunday, he dressed in his normal suit and tie for a Sunday sermon. He walked into the Church’s rear door with the bag in his hand and he was a little nervous about the whole show. He could not even guess how the congregation would react after he showed them the rock and then chopped it up into individual sized rocks for each member of the congregation. When is was Harry moment to stand up to the podium to speak, he kept the leather bag hidden under the podium’s table.

Harry looked out towards the people and he opened his mouth. He noticed the lady in the purest white dress he had ever seen, sitting down in a church seat. Harry felt relieved. He saw his friend in the church who did not need preaching to. ‘Thank you for arriving to church today. I want to thank you for inviting me to preach today. As many of you know, I have been practicing for this moment for a long time, but no words can describe to what I think you need to know because all you have ever heard in a church was a bunch of words and concepts which sometimes meant nothing at all to you. So instead, I want to do something different.’ Harry picked up the leather bag and he took the rock out of it. ‘This rock is a symbol of the bigger Rock which some call the Christ Spirit. With the help of two older men, I will chisel the one Rock into individual rocks for each of you.’

Harry heard a silence as he took the Rock out of the leather bag. He had picked the two men before the sermon. As the two men prepared to chisel the Rock into individual pieces, Harry took the Rock out of the bag. He heard a few moans from the congregation. Some people pointed at the Rock while some people did not change a single expression in their faces. Harry quickly realized that the few people who smiled had probably seen the glowing Rock while the people who only looked bored saw only the gray dead rock. Harry opened his mouth as the two men started chiseling the rock into individual pieces. ‘The Rock symbolizes the Christ that is within each of us, if we allow the spirit of the spiritual Christ into our lives. But to see the Rock as the glowing Christ, a person must change his consciousness from the material standpoint to the spiritual standpoint. Everything is a matter of consciousness. For those of you who see the glowing rock, you already know the truth, while those of you who see only a gray hard cold rock must learn to change their awareness of the universe from a material universe to a spiritual universe. More will be explained later.’

Harry stepped down from the podium and he walked up the two men and as they chiseled the rock into smaller pieces. Harry handed each individual piece to every member of the congregation. Many people were still confused, while other people were simply glowing with spiritual joy. When the first lady who saw the glowing rock touched her glowing rock, her facial expression changed to an enlighten tone. The first person who saw the gray dark cold rock began to feel a change in her inner being, and the rock started to glow. Little by little, each person started to see their rocks change from a hard, gray, cold rock, to a warm, glowing rock of warming love and peace.

Harry said, ‘Each individual piece of the rock is never separate from the One Rock called Christ because the identity of the rock never changes, nor does it see evil of any kind. But each rock touches each individual soul to transform our human souls into divine souls.’ In a single moment, a young girl yelled out with joy. ‘My poison ivy has just disappeared.’ An old man stood up and said, ‘The pain in my teeth is gone.’ A person who was in a wheelchair stood up and she glowed with laughter as she said, ‘My muscles are moving again. I can walk.’ She held onto her stone as she walked around the church. ‘I can now see.’ yelled a ex-blind man.’

Slowly, everyone in the church saw their individual rocks glowing and when it was all finished, everyone could see their own glowing rock, plus all of the other glowing rocks.
Harry’s lady friend stood up and she walked up the podium.

The pure in heart see God. Those who have learned something about the Christ spirit have their lives transformed from being a purely material body with skin and bones to a spiritual body with a Mind that is at one with the Mind of God. This is your divine heritage and your divine right. Nothing can stop you from finding your spiritual and deathless Christ selfhood if you just change your mental standpoint from a material awareness to a pure and perfect spiritual consciousness. Now that you have learned something of the Rock, you must find it within your soul instead of the rock in your hand. I must go now, but you have all learned a lesson of divine and spiritual life before your last breathe has been exhausted. Never forget today’s lesson, because it is a very important spiritual lesson.’

I must collect your rocks now, but now, you know something about the true Rock called Christ which is your un-changeble spiritual and deathless selfhood. I must go now, but remember to seek the Rock before all else. Harry will help you.’

With that, the lady started to walk off the stage, only instead of walking down the steps, she floated pass every speechless person as each rock disappeared from their hands. She slowly transformed into a ghostly spirit as she disappeared into thin air, as the church's white walls transformed into the yellowish-orange color of The Rock.

Harry walked up the podium and said, ‘I believe that now would be a perfect moment to sing a hymn from the church’s hymn book. Let’s turn to hymn 97. ' Everyone turned to hymn 97 of the songbook and they all started to praise the special moment called LIFE with the hymn,

State Street... by: Felicia D. Hemans, and Jonathan C. Woodman.

1. Come to the land of peace; From shadows come away; Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway.
2. Fear hath no dwelling here; But pure repose and love. Breathe thro’the bright , celestial air. The spirit of the dove.
3. In this divine abode; Change leaves no sadd’ning trace; Come, trusting heart, come to thy God, The holy resting place.

Blog Archive

About Me

My photo
United States
When I was in college studying International Economics/Finance, I was also wondering how to develop a more powerful brain. So in 2001,I began a very specialized ambidextrous brain exercise program, for two hours per day,for many years. Those brain exercise began with me writing out words,mostly verbs, with both hands in different patterns.That developed into dual handed sentence writing to longer stories and dual handed drawing exercises.Details are for future books.I did these two hour brain workouts as a personal experiment to restructure my brain's neurons for the purpose of making my brain stronger for writing and language development; for logically creative storying writing.As far as I know, I am the only person in the course of history to have developed these ambidextrous hand/brain exercises.The purpose of these ambidextrous brain exercises is to strenghten both sides of the brain for language skills development, and to connect both sides of the brain together for language skills development. There is a very logical neurological reason for using two hands to write and draw as brain exercises. I also draw with both hands. 52 Stories is my testament!