Ch.28 “Hellen Ashes”
By admin On December 8th, 2012.
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Oh so wonderful…to be back in the good ol’ U.S. of A.!!!
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My “Vacation From (in) Hell” was now just a memory!
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Now just a bad dream!
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OKAY…A FULL-BLOWN NIGHTMARE!!!
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But now it was June, and already fully summertime…but the livin’ was not so easy!
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Because even though I was ecstatic to be back, there still hung that heavy mountain over my head!
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“What mountain?” you ask?
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Well, that mountain was the Law & Judgment; God’s Law had already judged me guilty!
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So all that awaited me was for my sentence to be carried out. And the mountain was about to drop on my head! And the executioner was ready, willing and very eager to get to it!
“Why Don’t We (NOT) Do It in The Road!?”
(Title of 1968 Beatles song with the word, “NOT” added by this website)
As I said, I wanted to get to a place where I would be away from the public, i.e., the mental ward.
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The Devil was threatening that he was going to have me do those crazy and embarrassing things in public, prior to my soon-coming demise. If you remember from two chapters back (The True Meaning of “RX-7″), the Devil was going to snip off my middle-finger, and various other body parts, take out my right eye, and sundry other equally horrible things!
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And so, I wanted to be somewhere so I would be out of public view, so I could die without creating a big scene and an embarrassment! (And, well, maybe, subconsciously, I thought being in such a high-security setting might somehow provide me protection from these hateful, hellish beings, who were Hell-bent on cutting me into various pieces! But probably not.)
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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license.
The Scream of Nature – by E. Munch – Wikipedia – public domain by edvard munch c.1893
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CHAPTER 28:
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“HELLEN ASHES”…
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June 1980
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“BABY COME BACK!!!”…
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It had been several days since I saw Becky. I actually hadn’t seen her since we got back. And needless to say, I didn’t hold out much hope of ever seeing her again. And as you can well imagine, I was sad. But I still had to do what I had to do: get myself into a safe place before the Devil did what he was planning to do to me!
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But one day, as I was coming home from our restaurant, I drove up to my little home in the woods (actually a woodsy subdivision). I was shocked to see Becky’s little orange VW Bug parked in front of my house. She was back! WOW! Was I ever happy to see that she was back!!
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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license.
Volkswagen Beetle – wikipedia – public domain
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BECKY SPRINGS INTO ACTION…
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After telling her I was going to commit myself back in Unit 3600, she immediately went to work to find another hospital. Soon she had one lined up. It was a brand new Christian hospital up in Portland. I instantly liked the idea of going to a Christian hospital. I figured they would be understanding of the existence of Satan. And more than this, maybe they could offer spiritual help because of their belief in God.
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Yes, maybe they could somehow help me in my seemingly hopeless death-sentence.
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“BIRDS SING OUT OF TUNE…”
(lyrics from the 1964 tune from Lennon/McCartney, written for Peter & Gordon, “A World Without Love”)
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In just a couple days, we were on our way up to Portland. I was crushed and hopeless because of the condemnation I was going through! I distinctly remember some birds were singing on this sunny June morning. But to me, their songs sounded discordant! The Devil was still stealing what little hope was left for my life, for my future!
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And now, even the joyful little songs of the morning robins sounded sour in my ears! Their otherwise melodious singing was now like somebody scratching their fingers across a chalkboard!
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This brought back an old memory of a song our music combo sang years earlier, when we were teens. It was a currently popular song by Peter & Gordon (actually, written by the Beatles, Lennon/McCartney), called “In a World Without Love”.
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And one of the lines of that nice little song went, “Birds sing out of tune, and rain clouds hide the Moon, etc….”.
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But on this particular sunny June morning, I finally understood those words. They definitely were coming back around in a very hard-hitting manner. They bopped me over the head like the proverbial baseball bat! Their out-of-tune song can only be heard by those who have lost all hope!
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Jukebox – Wikimedia – cropped image – Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Global license.
Erithacus rubecula Norway singing – cropped image – Wikipedia share-alike license
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“PRAY WITHOUT CEASING”…
(1st Thessalonians 5:17)
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Finally we arrived at the proposed place of my departure from this world. This brand new hospital was very impressive. The staff was extremely friendly, courteous, warm, and nice!
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They first gave me a room with a TV. But I just turned it on and stayed there in my room watching it. And I must say, it really took my mind off my troubles! But before long they moved me into a room without a TV.
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At least I now had a nice room all to myself.
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When I first was left alone in my new room, I decided to get down before my bed to pray. And I prayed. And I prayed. And then I kept on praying. I kept this up for about twenty hours, well into the next day. Obviously, I was praying for mercy. God’s mercy!
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Finally, the next day, a young guy came in and sat down. I was still kneeling before my bed in a prayer position. He was in his twenties. He had an Abe-Lincoln-style beard. He just sat there, watching me pray.
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After a short time, he began asking me questions. He then, in a somewhat round-about manner, convinced me I had prayed enough for now. And I figured he was right. So I got up and sat in a chair, and listened to him.
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He introduced himself as a mental-health counselor. And so we talked about spiritual matters. He actually was quite good, as far as relating to me according to the Bible. And in spite of his young age, he was maturely well-versed in his knowledge of the Bible.
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And of course, I desperately wanted to know what the Bible had to say, concerning my circumstances.
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Medical Center entrance Portland, Oregon by M O Stevens & Wikipedia share-alike license
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FREEDOM?…
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On the second day, I went out into the living area. It was nice, but much smaller than the mental ward in Klamath Falls. One of the nurses gave me a guided tour of the unit. She pointed out that the mental ward was divided into two sections. There was a high security section for difficult patients. And then there was the section I was in. She told me I could go outside if I wanted. “I can go outside?!” I exclaimed. “Oh yes, the patients on this side can go outside as long as they get permission.” Of course this made me very nervous, since the main reason I came here was to get myself into a high security atmosphere where I could wait for the Devil to “finish me off”.
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Photo: hospital, courtesy M. O. Stevens, Wikipedia share-alike license, click here.
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“LOADED QUESTIONS”…
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One of the first things I did, was to take a very long questionnaire. It had about a hundred questions or more.
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I was doing okay until it asked such questions as, “Do you think anyone is following you?” Of course I had to answer “Yes”. And another question, “Do you think someone is out to get you?”. So again, the only clear answer had to be “Yes” again.
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Christian and Apollyon – Pilgrim’s Progress – Wikipedia – US Public Domain
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INK BLOT TEST
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Then they showed me some ink-blots. I think I probably saw them fairly normal.
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After all, when an ink-blot looks like a butterfly, it looks like a butterfly!
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Kerner Kleksographien – wikimedia – public domain
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“DEMON POSSESSION?…NAW…THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN ANYMORE”…
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After this, I asked if I could talk to the chaplain. And it wasn’t very long till I found him. Actually, I saw him walking down one of the hospital corridors.
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Needless to say, I was eager to ask him about devil possession. “Sir, I want to ask you about devil possession. I think I’m possessed.”
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He answered by saying, “Those things don’t happen anymore…except for idle rumors you might hear from time to time, coming from some of the third-world countries.” I was really disappointed in his answer.
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But then he continued, “Now you might be HARASSED by Satan.” I thought about this. Now that’s a possibility! Harassed!
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Hmmm.
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Devil Exorcism – Goya Painting – Public Domain
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“IS HER LAST NAME ‘FER’?”
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I returned to the ward. There was one patient, a sweet looking little old lady. I was introduced to her. Her name was Lucy. She had a nice little sweater I think, and her grey hair up in a little bun. Lucy just sat in a wooden rocker, rocking back and forth. Her thick glasses magnified her eyes, making them look, maybe twice as big. The only thing missing was a ball of yarn and some knitting needles.
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Very sweet-looking!
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“GLAD SHE DIDN’T HAVE THOSE KNITTING NEEDLES AFTER ALL!!!”
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A nurse came into the main sitting room and said in a very nice tone, something like, “Lucy, it’s time to take your meds.”
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And for some reason, Lucy began cussing and shouting obscenities, calling the nurse every name in the book! I couldn’t believe what was coming out of this sweet little old lady’s mouth! And she kept calling various people… “YOU CRETIN!” (Lucy used that ‘Cretin’ expression constantly. “You Cretin this!” or… “You Cretin that!”)
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“WHERE’S FATHER KARRAS WHEN YA NEED HIM?”…
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Anyway, the nurse hurried out of the room. It was now just me and Lucy. As I possibly just kind-of looked around, trying not to make eye contact, I saw that she stopped rocking her rocker. She just fixed her big eyes (magnified by her thick glasses) on me, leaning forward a little, staring intently at me through those thick lenses. And so, I looked back at her. She just stared at me.
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Was she going to say something?
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Was she going to do something?
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And as I watched out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a puddle of urine growing on the floor under her rocker. “This lady seems like a senior citizen version of Linda Blair (the possessed girl in the movie, “The Exorcist”).” Lucy just kept giving me her icy stare as the puddle grew under her. The only thing missing was the green vomit!
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Well, I soon discovered that this was poor little Lucy’s standard behavior. And the staff was very patient with her. And because of these kinds of things, I began to suspect that Satan was taking advantage of this science of psychiatry as a cover, in order to carry out his evil on us, using a person’s dementia or whatever, without being detected.
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And never again after all my experiences, would I scoff at those movies about Satan, like “The Exorcist”.
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“NO REST DAY, NOR NIGHT”…
Revelation 14:11
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These first days were really bitter! All I wanted to do was to sleep. Anything to forget my woes! But I dreaded to wake up! Reality was too hard to handle! I was still under the condemnation that I was Hitler in the last life. And I was just waiting for my life to end in some horrible way!
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“When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone?
and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day…
…My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and are spent without hope.”
Job 7:4-6
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I remember dozing off, while sitting in a chair. After a short time, I woke up, only to realize that I was still in serious trouble with God Almighty. I just wanted to go back to sleep…forever…anything to escape this horrific doom hanging over my head!
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“HELLEN ASHES”…
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The next day, my sister, who lived in Portland at that time, came to visit me. It was a nice day as I remember. Just the kind of day a person might go for a walk. Take in the view!
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So we went outside to chat.
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While out there in the courtyard, I looked up and saw a large plume of smoke rising from over the horizon. “What’s all that smoke?” I asked. “Oh that’s Mount Saint Helens. You know about the volcano that erupted last month, don’t you?” I thought to myself, “Man, I’m in big big trouble!” And this volcano took me by complete surprise, since I had been out of the country when it first erupted! The Devil chimed in, “Yes, Chuck, this volcano shows just how angry God is with you…HITLER!!!”
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Just a side-note of interest. A long time ago, when I was about 10 or 12 years old, my family went camping at this very place, Spirit Lake, which was at the foot of Mount St. Helens. I thought it was one of the most beautiful lakes I’d ever seen. The big dark green forest was thick around that lake! I remember walking along side the beautiful lake trail and the really cool little rustic log cabins for the campers to stay in. And there was the great Mount St. Helens, towering high above, like a majestic overseer of this beautiful blue lake!
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The Devil however, made some comparisons about the names “Helens” and “Spirit Lake”, as if they were significant to me. In other words, I was being punished by evil “spirits” from “Hell”, because I was Adolph Hitler in my former life. This made perfect sense to me, at the time. “Yes Chuck, we brought you up here to see this plume of ashes. To see this volcano which is just for you…Adolph! This is Mount St. HELL-ens and SPIRIT Lake!”
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So the Mount St. Helens explosion became the theme for me in this Portland hospital.
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To go to next chapter, just click…
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Ch. 29 “Lucifer, Son Of The Morning”…
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This chapter discusses how “The Devil made me do it” is a lot more true than most of us would care to admit.
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