Ch. 7 “One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest”, Part 3: “Do You Believe In Magic?”

By admin On October 6th, 2013

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Hey, we’re each the “Captain Of Our Own Ship”!

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Right?

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We’re each the “Master Of Our Own Destiny”!

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Well, aren’t we?

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And life is just a mere, “toss of the dice”!

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Isn’t it?

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“Life is just a series of good or bad choices”, as they say.

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Yeah, we’d all like to think so.

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And yet, have you ever had someone tell your fortune? And that fortune, later on comes true?

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Well, I don’t recommend you ever, ever get your fortune read! And after reading this entire e-book, you probably won’t even want to!

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But if you’ll only read this one chapter, you may start to believe that life is much, much more… than a mere “toss of the dice”…

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CHAPTER 7

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eoONE FLEW INTO THE CUCKOO’S NEST,

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Part 3:

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“Do You Believe In Magic?”

(Title of a 1965 Lovin’ Spoonful mega-hit-song)

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“THE GOOD DOCTOR IS IN” …

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The next morning, I was officially instated into this ward.

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And soon, I was assigned to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist, being a private practitioner, visited the hospital each day for an hour or more. (At least I think this was more or less how it worked.)

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When the time came for me to meet my psychiatrist, and I was introduced to a kindly-looking fellow.

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I can’t remember his name, but he was an older man with white hair and a well-groomed Sigmund Freud style white beard; just the kind of beard you might expect to see on a psychiatrist or say…a college professor, perhaps. And in his soft-spoken manner, he interviewed me.

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THINGS GET BETTER FOR ME

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Much to my surprise, as each day passed, my spirits became steadily improved. Before long, I was joking and gabbing with anyone willing to sit and listen! There were maybe a dozen or so patients, not to mention five or six staff members, at any given time. So there was no shortage of built-in company to talk to. Some patients were going through a lot of trauma. Others, like myself were okay. So I talked with those who were in a condition to converse.

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Not too bad of a situation! And so, we would sit around the couch, or in the kitchen area, snacking and carrying on. I somewhat became, “the life of the party”, so-to-speak, up there in Unit 3600!

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Not too bad at all!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?”…

(Title of a 1965 Lovin’ Spoonful mega-hit-song)

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I suppose that this visit to the hospital gave me some time to reflect on all that was happening to me. Because up till now, the spirits had kept me pretty busy. But at this moment I was having to do pretty much nothing all day long.

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And so, maybe at some point in time I just leaned back in one of those overstuffed mental-ward chairs, and tried to comprehend all that I had been going through this past week: the terror…the rude-awakening I got when the spirit clobbered me over the head (you know… the spirit clobbered me the night he showed up, and I realized that there actually exists a spiritual realm. Remember? That was truly a rude awakening, if ever there was one!). And beside this, a whole lot of other frightening experiences as well!

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But you know…I really shouldn’t have been so surprised to find that such a spiritual world does exist. After all, if I really had thought about it, I was given a few “hints” over the years; a few big clues that there is indeed, an unseen spiritual realm, and that these spirits interact with humans at times, knowingly and very much oftener, unknowingly…

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A FLASHBACK TO A CHILDHOOD MEMORY (about 1954)…

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“THE GHOSTLY SHIRT INCIDENT”

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One such occasion happened to me as a very young child.

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Back in the early 50’s, I remember it very well!

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One night as I was laying in bed, I distinctly saw a white shirt appear to come out of my closet… and about a foot distance into my brother’s and my room (I was laying there in the bottom bunk). And then the shirt simply returned back into the closet. I told my mother about it the next day. She told me…“Oh Chuckie…you’re just imagining things!”.

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But even though I was only four of five years old, her answer didn’t convince me. I saw what I saw! And I know what I saw!

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And never again can I ever remember seeing any sort of paranormal activity as a young child.

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ANOTHER FLASHBACK (1965)

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“THE OUIJA BOARD INCIDENT”…

English_ouija_board courtesy Wikipedia public domain

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Now, fast-forward ten or so years, to about 1965, when a small group of young teen friends and I came across an Ouija Board. We probably opened it very carefully. Then after examining it, we decided to ask it the question… “Where should we go today?” My girlfriend and I were both holding our fingers on the pointing device as the other kids looked on. The pointing device began to go to various letters. And I honestly didn’t know what they were spelling. The pointing device seemed to begin to have a life of its own. First it moved across the board to the letter “c” and rested. Then it began to move again until it rested on the letter “h”. This kept up until the pointing device had finished spelling out two words. To our amazement it spelled out the words… “CHUCKS HOUSE”. Well needless to say, we were amazed! At least I know that I was amazed! Nevertheless, I didn’t give this little phenomenon any more thought after that. And I just never even considered that spirits might be behind this paranormal experience.

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I guess my young mind wasn’t able to think things through, very well.

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And well, THAT’S the understatement of the century!!!

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Photo of Ouija board – courtesy Wikipedia. – Public Domain.

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ANOTHER FLASHBACK (about 1972)

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“THE TAROT CARDS INCIDENT”

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A third freaky incident happened to me years later, about 1972, when in my twenties. I found myself at the second floor apartment of a nice young lady on one New Year’s Eve. She knew I was going to be moving to San Francisco very soon.

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You see, I always wanted to get into the music business. That was my dream. And so I decided on San Francisco, because it was only 350 miles away from Klamath, and had a “school of rock-n-roll”. But possibly also because I loved that brand-new cop show, “The Streets Of San Francisco”. I watched it every week. That show really romanticized San Francisco. There was always some famous landmark in nearly every scene of the show, as I remember.

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Thus I had a wonderful image in my mind about living there in that “City on a Hill”. I could just imagine myself, someday sitting high on a hill above the bay…in my mansion…drinking a glass of bourbon…with a good-lookin’ babe. Gazing out across the bay…all this of course, AFTER I had “made it” in the music business.

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Anyway, back to my story…

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1972 FLASHBACK CONTINUES

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“YOU KNOW THAT GYPSY WITH NO GOLD-CAPPED TOOTH”…

(a wordplay on a line of lyrics from the song, “Love Potion no. 9″)

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So my young ”gypsy” friend suggested we see what her Tarot-Cards had to say about my future. “Oh, okay…I guess so.”, I probably answered. (After all, what harm could there be in that? Right?) So she shuffled the deck, and placed some cards on the floor. She then began to foretell my destiny. She informed me that the cards said that I would indeed go to San Francisco. “Well, that’s good”, I must have thought.

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But then she continued to put down another card. “But this card says you will become ill.” My eyes, no doubt, bugging out, as I listened. She continued… “But that illness will NOT be to death.” Well that was comforting! I guess!

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I remember looking at my watch. It was now just a few minutes before midnight when this fortune-telling concluded. Almost New Year’s! Then as if I just saw a ghost, I suddenly jumped up and quickly left her apartment. “I gotta go!”, I exclaimed. I walked down the steps. Hopped into my little MG Midget. Zoomed off. Never to talk to her again. And I quickly forgot about all that fortune-telling tarot-card nonsense.

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FLASHBACK OF THE FOLLOWING SPRING (1973)

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“IF YOU’RE GOING, TO SAN FRANCISCO…”

(First line from the 1967 hit song, “San Francisco” by Scott McKenzie)

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Well to make a long story short. I loaded up my little sports car into a rented moving van and began my trek down to Frisco. The trip was a breeze. I immediately drove to some friends of the family, who lived in a suburb of San Francisco. And using their home as my head-quarters, I immediately began searching the newspaper ads for a place to rent.

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And finally I found a large townhouse in the quiet Portola district of San Francisco for 200 bucks a month (1970’s money. Go figure what a Frisco townhouse would rent for today! Slightly more, no doubt!).

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BLUE BEAR WALTZES SCHOOL OF ROCK

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I then went to the music school I had read about back in Klamath. I was interviewed by one of the instructors. And soon I began attending that brand new school there called, “Blue Bear Waltzes School of Rock and Roll”. The school was pretty cool!

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They had a Rock-n-Roll orchestra, led by the Strauss Brothers (what a name!), two young musicians who intertwined classical music with Rock-n-Roll.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:RollsRoyce5316.jpgOne day, I saw a big stretch-limo pull up to the front door of their school, which I was told was a big music-producer looking for new talent or something similar. I think I was told that this was a common occurrence.

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Before long, I ran into a young musician at that school, who was out from Minnesota, and became my room-mate. And so I was set up according to my plans.

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“IT AIN’T HEAVY, IT’S JUST MY 50-YEAR-OLD, 700 POUND UPRIGHT GRAND PIANO!”

(irreverent wordplay on the title of the 1969 song by The Hollies, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother!”, which, btw, has some of the finest lyrics in modern-day songs)

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We immediately went together to purchase an old and very heavy upright grand piano in https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Barevn%C3%A9_domy_-_San_Francisco_-_Haight-Ashbury_-_panoramio_(1).jpgthe Haight-Ashbury District. And so I found an ad in the San Francisco Chronicle for a man with a pickup truck who would haul anything for ten bucks (again, 1970’s money)! And so, I called him and met him at this 4-story old Frisco townhouse. Well, as luck would have it, the piano was located on the top floor. And as we ascended up the winding stairs, I instinctively realized that this was not going to turn out well. But the old guy with the pickup truck said “Let’s just do it!”.

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And so, the three of us began to pick up this old piano and lower it down the steep stair-steps. But as we got around the first corner down to the next landing, I knew we weren’t going to make it, and so I cried out for us to, “cease and desist!”

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And well, we somehow managed to get the old piano back up to the top landing. And I called a bona-fide piano mover/tuner. And even though he charged substantially more money, we waited for him to bring in our piano (which he also tuned it for us). And we didn’t even have to lift one finger! Oh yes, much more money, but a much much better decision!

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(1973 FLASHBACK CONTINUES)

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“SUMMERTIME WILL BE A LOVE-IN SMOKE-IN THERE”…

(satirical worplay on the 2nd song-line from same 1967 song, “San Francisco”)

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OR…

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“I HATE-ASHBURY!!!”

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But San Francisco however, turned out to be, not quite the place the TV made it seem (surprise, surprise!). Okay, maybe for many people, it’s the best place on earth. I’m just not the right person to ask. For one thing, I was constantly running into creepy people.

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Example. One day my room-mate, his girlfriend and I went down to the Haight-Ashbury district to see somebody they knew. We went into this typical old Haight-Ashbury styled, 4-story townhouse. There was some guy sleeping on the living room floor of this big dark and creepy-looking, Addam’s-Family style mansion…in the middle of the day…probably recovering from a night of drugs! This was back in 1973 or so, just a few years after that whole “Love-In” thing came and went. And now I was witnessing the dregs of that drug-crazed Hippy scene! I didn’t like weird people! I just didn’t like “creepy”! Oh yeah, I had long hair, like a hippy. But a bad drug experience in college quickly and completely cured me of taking hallucinogenic drugs. Nor did I like weird-acting people! It was a long succession of these kinds of experiences that made a really bad impression on my young mind!

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Or it might not have been uncommon to see someone on some street, perhaps completely flipped out, and yelling crazy stuff, and shaking his or her fist at anyone and everyone, as you were walking by.

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(1973 FLASHBACK CONTINUES)

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“BE SURE TO WEAR SOME FLOWERS “PLASTIC” ON YER HAIR”…

(satirical wordplay on lyrics from the same 1967 song, “San Francisco”)

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And also, I got a job in a giant thrift shop on Mission Street. “The Purple Heart Thrift Shop”. And while working there I saw a whole lot of really decrepit people. For instance, on one particular day, a very UN-thoughtful street-person went to the bathroom right smack-dab in one of the 2nd-floor clothing isles, and his urine dripped down through the floor cracks ONTO THE HEAD of the cashier below on the 1st-floor! Of course, she “freaked out”, quickly realizing something wet was falling on her head!

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And if that wasn’t creepy enough, this same (actually very pretty) jet-black-haired recipient of that shower always dressed completely in black, much like the wife, “Morticia”, in that old TV show, The Addam’s Family. I think maybe she even wore a shawl, or something, like a spider web! Very creepy (and altogether ookie)!

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(Of course, it must be kept in mind this was in the early 1970’s, and people didn’t normally wear creepy clothing as is so common in today’s decadent society. Nevertheless, this young cashier’s outlandish dress might even be a spectacle by today’s rapidly deteriorating and ever-increasing “altogether ookie” standards!)

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“HE AIN’T HEAVY, HE’S MY BROTHER!”

(Title of the 1969 song by The Hollies, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother!”, having some of the finest lyrics in modern-day songs)

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Another time, a fellow thrift shop employee, a very slender/frail elderly man, with kind-of a bent back, who fixed the donated TV’s, told me one day that he lived on a diet of milk and white bread…and maybe even made some comment about eating dog food, as I vaguely recall! I couldn’t help feeling really bad for this man’s extreme poverty!

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And though there were dressing rooms in this thrift shop, I saw at least one lady stripping right there in the isles! (And as a side note. I’m not putting these poor people down. But I’m simply saying this is what I saw. And little-upon-little, it began to increasingly pile up on my psyche!)

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“THIS CITY’S GOT ME UPSIDE DOWN”…

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin”)

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One, day, as I was working in the clothing isles, a rather large young man, wearing Lil’ Abner style overalls, began to reveal to me that he lived in some homosexual district of San Francisco, and how wonderful was all his sexual encounters with other men. “An entire community of homosexuals!?, I thought to myself, “Yuuk!!”

(Not that I was such a pure and holy individual! But coming from backward little “Kalamity Flats” (i.e., Klamath Falls), we just had not yet caught up with the “progressive” ways of the big cities! And so, I had never heard of such a thing!)

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But this guy didn’t really look feminine at all, but more like a body-builder. And after filling me in on his counter-culture licentious lifestyle, he continued on with his shopping, and no doubt, with his “gay” lifestyle as well.

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THEY AIN’T HEAVY (BUT IF I HAD MY DRUTHERS…I’D BE BACK HOME!)

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I’m just giving a few of the examples of what I saw in the big city. And perhaps other similar depressing situations happened in this big city which I can’t recall (like for instance, having to “hightail it” back home from John McClaren Park one dark night, when someone was yelling, maybe at me, I couldn’t tell).

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And these kinds of little upside-down moments only further added to the confusion and disillusionment with life, already growing in my young and “uncultured” mind.

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Now to be fair, some of the thrift shop customers and employees there, were nice people. For instance, one of my fellow workers was a young guy just out west from Boston. A real stand-up guy. And most customers were okay as well. But one sick-o or pervert could change the entire complexion of the day! And for a country-bumpkin like myself…well…this place was not exactly…uh-h… well, I could go on and on. But sufficed-to-say, I became depressed and even a little “neurotic”, at one point. I just had not yet developed that thick callous necessary to survive in a big city!

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vincent_van_Gogh_-_Weeping_Woman_(F1069).jpgA HEART-BREAKING MOMENT

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Oh yeah, I also remember one moment at work in that thrift shop when a little old bag-lady-type woman came running and crying and screaming by the loading dock area, because her cat had been killed or something! Of course, I felt really bad for her loss! Especially when she sobbingly cried out, “My cat was all I got in this world, my only friend! And now she’s gone and now I got nobody at all!”

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Now, perhaps many of these incidents mentioned are commonplace in today’s world. Indeed, even in today’s Klamath Basin, many sad things are occurring which were restricted mostly to the big cities back in the past decades. And to be honest, “Kalamity Flats” has had its own problems in decades past. There used to be a high incidence of alcoholism, and even a high murder rate here in the Basin.

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(1973 FLASHBACK CONTINUES)

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THE MOOCHER FROM HELL!

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Now, as far as my home-front, my room-mate was a pretty nice guy. And so was his girlfriend.

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However, one day, there was a knock on the door.

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And standing http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:George_Carlin_In_concert_at_the_Zembo_Mosque,_Harrisburg,_Pa.jpgat the door was a very slender, hippy-type guy with long hair, a beard, and a tie-dye tee-shirt. He was a friend of my room-mate. And before long my room-mate asked if this friend could stay for a while.

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I said, “Well…okay, I guess so”.

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But for some reason, I didn’t like the guy from the get-go! Oh, he was nice enough, I guess. But no sooner did he enter, he immediately began psycho-analyzing me, which I didn’t like. But beside not paying any rent, he loved to drop L.S.D.. And so my otherwise nice room-mate, his girlfriend, and this hippy-type newcomer, began to drop acid together, and listen to freaky music in the basement! And needless to say, this made things really creepy in my rented townhouse. I would sit up in the living room, while strange music, and marijuana smoke seeped upstairs.

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“CAN’T FIND A REASON TO HANG ON!”…

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin”)

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Well things just kept deteriorating for me in San Fran, back in 1973. I began to get a little “neurotic”, to use a psychological term. I began to get fearful of people and of life itself. But I didn’t know the Lord. And so I didn’t have anyone to share my distress with. I just kept it bottled up inside and told no one.

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I felt very alone.

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And very afraid.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, WHEN YOU’RE A STRANGER, FACES LOOK UGLY, WHEN YOU’RE ALONE!”

(From the 1967 hit song, “People Are Strange” by The Doors)

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I remember walking down busy Market Street one day, and making my way through the crowds of pedestrians. Nobody smiled. Nobody seemed friendly. I just saw a lot of hollow eyes and blank faces, staring straight ahead. Everyone in their own little shell. Nobody said “Hi” to one another. It just wasn’t very nice…at least not for me!

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%D0%9C%D0%B0%D1%80%D1%88_%D0%BC%D0%B8%D1%80%D0%B0_%D0%9C%D0%BE%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%B2%D0%B0_21_%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%BD%D1%82_2014_%D0%9B%D0%98%D0%A6%D0%90.jpgI mean, I was used to small town, where it wasn’t uncommon to see customers stopped and chatting together in supermarkets or wherever.

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Well, let’s just say it was a whole different scene in the big city than in country!

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THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO

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And I recall going to visit Union Square one day, because I think I saw it in a scene from some episode of “The Streets of San Francisco”, a new TV series that year, or maybe not.

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And as I walked, a young guy standing on the sidewalk, dressed in a business suit and tie, very nicely persuaded and corralled me to enter some booth in a building to fill out a lengthy questionnaire.

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But soon after beginning to answer the questions, I decided to quit, because the questions were concerning mental health. And going through my own mental troubles, I really didn’t want to reveal my fragile mental state. And so I simply walked out. And upon leaving, I told the young man, still standing outside on the sidewalk, I didn’t feel like doing the questionnaire, to which he answered, “Well, you know, you’re leaving the circle incomplete, which will have to be completed sooner or later”.

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I really didn’t understand what he meant by that confusing analysis.

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Nevertheless, on top of the already heavy mental burden I was bearing, this questionnaire and his rather ominous comment only added just one more little straw onto a rather weighty stack of incidents.

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(1973 FLASHBACK CONTINUES)

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NOT-SO-WHITE LACE SCRUBS

AND QUICKLY FORGOTTEN PROMISES”

(sarcastic wordplay of a song-line from the 1970 hit song “We’ve Only Just Begun”)

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But then, after four months living there in Frisco, I got really physically sick one night, and feared I was gonna die! I had a sickness in my stomach that I had never experienced before!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%E6%B8%85%E9%A2%A8%E5%B1%B1%E3%81%AE%E5%86%99%E7%9C%9F.pngAnd upon going to the bathroom, I was startled to behold that my poop had a rather glowing fluorescent green tint to it! (Maybe I’m exaggerating quite a bit. But maybe not! As I remember, it looked somewhat like this doctored photo I found on the Internet! Sorry to have to show this grotesque photo! But I really feel the need to emphasize its weirdness!)

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Anyway, that was enough for me! I had had it!

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Yeah, my severe pain, that weird-green poop put the final nail into my decision to head straight for the emergency room of a nearby hospital, zooming through the dark streets of San Francisco in my little MG convertible!

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Well, it wasn’t very long until I found the place. And I rushed in to the emergency room!

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But this was a big-city hospital.

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They just didn’t let me right in like they might have, back in Klamath in the 1970’s.

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Well, after signing me in, they told me to sit and wait until a doctor could see me. And so, I sat there, waiting to see a doctor.

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And there I sat. And I sat.

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After some time, I remember one Spanish-looking couple came in. They put them ahead of me. And I listened to the husband tell the doctor that his entire left side of his body went completely numb! “Yipes!”, I thought to myself. “That guy’s really in bad shape!”

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And the hours went by, and there I was. And those long hours allowed me to think long and hard about my life, which I was certain was about to come to an abrupt end!

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nuvola_apps_package_editors.svgAnd as I waited through the long night, I began to make resolutions. “If I live through this, there’s gonna be some big changes! No more cigarettes! Start eating health foods! Start taking care of myself!” And as I sat there waiting, I made this mental list of health resolutions.

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The hospital looked kind-of dirty, as I recall. And even though I was obviously dying, they made me wait and wait for other people to go in.

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Finally after hours of silently waiting, a kind-of hippy-looking doctor with a scruffy beard and maybe frizzy hair and wrinkled scrubs came to me and took some samples and left me waiting. And waiting and waiting. By the time they came back to see me it was now well into the next morning. I probably spent 8 hours or more there! (I really shouldn’t complain…it was all free, thanks to the State of California! And the care there, as well as the staff, might have been very good and professional).

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The scruffy doctor finally came in and announced that they believed I might just have had a bad stomach flu (or food poisoning?).

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Man, was I relieved! “Wow! I’m not gonna die after all!”

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“Can I go?”, I asked. “Yes, you can go.”, the nurse said. And so with this good report and a new lease on life, I walked out of that hospital, a new man. And the moment I stepped out of the hospital onto the smoggy, busy street, I lit up a cigarette and took a big drag, and hopped into my little MG Midget Sportster, and zoomed off!

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So much for my list of resolutions!

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But that incident, along with some other stuff made me finally decide to move back home.

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THE LAST STRAW!

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Then on another day, I was going to pull out from a downtown parking spot in an old neighborhood with old brick apartment complexes, as I vaguely recall. And just as I was about to pull out, an old man ever-so-slowly sideswiped the entire drivers-side of my newly-painted sports car (almost exactly like this picture, same color).

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The man stopped, but spoke no English. I looked around for someone to act as witness. But all the people looked like his relatives. And they all just shook their heads, “No”. I quickly realized it was useless, trying to get his insurance info, or any help from the “witnesses”. And anyway, he probably didn’t have any insurance! And I’m not even sure that insurance was required back in those days.

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So here was just one more bad experience stacked on top of a growing pile of other bad stuff.

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“LONG TO HEAR THE WIND OUTSIDE MY DOOR…”

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin Home”)

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And so, this accident and my illness were the final two straws which “broke the (proverbial) camel’s back!” I had quite enough! I just wanted out!

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The interesting thing about going back home was this. I never much liked the big city from the start. All the dirt and unfriendliness. Some really sick people! Even from the moment I got there I realized I wanted to be back in the country. I really would have preferred to find a place outside of the city. And I did search for a close-by place in the country to live. But that just wasn’t practical, while still trying to attend school in the city. That’s why I settled for that $200/month (1970’s money) townhouse…high on a hill…above the bay…kind-of.

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But to be fair, Frisco can be a great place! Especially if you have enough money to insulate yourself from the dregs of society!

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Nevertheless, this was the closest I ever got to sitting in that mansion high on a hill above the bay , drinking my bourbon along with my babe.

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Well yes, my townhouse was high on a hill, overlooking the bay (a tiny peek of the bay if you really stretched your neck to see it!). But instead of bourbon, my San Fran drinking water had little pieces of crud floating in it. And instead of my beautiful babe, I had an apartment full of acid-dropping hippies (well, other than that, they were actually pretty nice people, except for maybe that “Moocher From Hell”)!

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“OREGON, I’M COMIN’ HOME…TO YOU”…

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin Home”)

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And so I finally decided to move back to Klamath Falls. And before long I was headed back. I could just taste the country! I couldn’t wait to get a little house in the country! As a matter of fact, I envisioned a little old farm-house out in the country back in Klamath; a house that I might find to rent when I got back home. I could see on this “dream house” a covered white porch. I could imagine a nice porch swing, and me on it, looking out across a green pasture, playing my guitar and singing. I could even envision the front porch facing toward the east. And I even saw the general location of the house… about 5 or 10 miles south of town.

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“LONG TO HEAR THE WIND OUTSIDE MY DOOR…”

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin Home”)

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And so, once back in Klamath, from Frisco, I wasted no time. I put an ad in the local paper. In just a few days I got a call. It was the only response I got from the ad. On the other end of the phone-line was a little old Italian lady with a heavy accent. Working through her heavy accent, I deciphered that she had a vacant house for rent.

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MIRACLE ON HOMEDALE ROAD…

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It was the EXACT HOUSE that I envisioned while returning back to Klamath! The white covered porch, the eastward direction it faced! The field across the road! The exact location! The only thing missing was the porch-swing! So I went down to the Ace Hardware and bought one for $35.00. And before long, I was sitting on that porch facing eastward. Rocking back and forth, strumming my guitar, trying to compose a song… and ‘pleased as punch’ to be out of the big city insanity! And this whole new living situation was exactly…I mean EXACTLY how I had seen it in my mind! Coincidence? Again, I couldn’t explain it, but I just brushed it aside and went on with my life.

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“LONG TO SEE AN EAGLE HOMEWARD SOAR!”

(Lyrics from “Chuck’s” song “Oregon, I’m Comin Home To You”)

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But now I was back home in the Basin. And now I was living back in the serenity of this quiet little country road 8 miles south of Klamath Falls. No more loud horns honking! No more blank-looking faces on some crowded city sidewalk! No more drunks in the gutter! Or hippy druggies! Or trash in the streets! Or somebody flipping out! Or mental anxiety!

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This house out in the country was just what I needed! It was quiet! And hardly a car went by! Just the sounds of an occasional rooster crowing or a cow mooing. Or sheep bahh-ing. Or maybe the sight of an eagle soaring high above. Or maybe even the sound of the wind outside my door. Just the kind of place I needed to recuperate from my crummy experience in the big city!

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“Too many people in this town…

There’s confusion growin’ all around!

Long to hear the wind outside my door…

Long to see an eagle homeward soar!

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“This city’s got me upside down!

Gotta get my feet back on the ground…

So I’m gonna pack my bags and go…

To the place I left so long ago!

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m comin’ home to you…

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m runnin’

Oregon I’m comin’ home—to you”

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“I left that land so long ago.

Went to the place where money-people go!

Tried to get myself up to the top.

It’s time for this ol’ spinnin’ wheel to stop!

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m comin’ home to you…

Oregon I’m comin’

Oregon I’m runnin’

Oregon I’m comin’ home—to you”

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“I guess that I’ll be movin’ on.

Can’t find a reason to hang on!

And when I get myself back home…

You know I’m never gonna roam!”

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BACK TO MY PRESENT TROUBLES IN UNIT 3600 (1979)

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“AWW… GO AHEAD…WHADOYA GOT TO LOSE!?!”…

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These were the only occultic experiences that I can recall having, over the years, prior to my present mental-ward troubles beginning in 1979.

1. Seeing the shirt appear to go out and then back into my closet.

2. The Ouija Board experience.

3. The Tarot Card Reader pin-pointing my San Francisco illness.

4. My envisioning the exact house I would move into after leaving Frisco.

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And oh, by the way… if you wish to try some of these things yourself…well…go right ahead! But don’t be surprised if the spirits that you are inviting into your life, decide they http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Tarockkarten_in_der_Hand_eines_Spielers.jpgdon’t want to leave, when you try to shoo them away! Satan is pure hate! His only desire is to deceive you and ultimately destroy you! As one person put it the other day… “Satan doesn’t care if you go to Hell a prostitute or a preacher, a scoundrel or a school-teacher! It’s all the same to him! He’s happy to take you any way he can!” And look at me! I was a restaurant manager! And I only dabbled in the occult on just those several occasions! Would you like to go through what I’ve gone through? Well just go ahead and dabble with the occult! And as an old songster sang… “Welcome to my nightmare!” (1975 album/song by Alice Cooper)

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ONE MAN BAND…

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Okay, flash-forward to my “Unit 3600 mental ward story”. After a few days, I asked the good doctor if I might have my music equipment brought up. He thought that could be good therapy for me, as well as the patients too. So I called a friend who had a piano rental business.

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And since he had moved my music equipment on several prior occasions, he was happy to do me this big favor.

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“WELCOME, ALL YOU LOUNGE LIZARDS…UH…I MEAN…ALL YOU MENTAL WARD PATIENTS!”…

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And so, before long, all my music equipment was brought up there into the mental ward. My Yamaha Electric Grand piano (like the one in this picture). Fender Rhodes electric bass piano. Electric rhythm machine. Various mics and amps, cables, etc. Right in the middle of the main living area of the mental ward. And so I spent a lot of time that week, singing, playing, and taking requests from any and everybody. Patients, nurses, and visitors! And as the old saying goes… I had a captive audience! They couldn’t leave even if they tried! And let me tell ya! There’s been many-a bleak night in the music business, that I’d loved to have had similar security measures… to keep the audience from leaving! Ha ha! But on the other hand, all that loud music, all week-long, probably drove everyone crazy!

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That’s a joke!

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Kind-of.

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But I am certain that nobody up there in Unit 3600 was sorry to see me (and my electric-one-man-band-nightclub-musical ensemble) get discharged from the ward! LOL!

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“STICK AROUND…DRINK EM DOWN (that is, drink your meds down)”…

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One incident, however, put a real damper on my otherwise happy situation. A friend/business paUnit 3600 Judgment Day RX-7rtner came to visit. I was happy to see him. But as he was leaving, I went to the piano and began playing a tune. And as he turned, I saw him shake his head, as he walked to the exit. He was completely mortified to see me in this mental ward, playing the piano, as if I was in a night-club.

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So because of his response, I realized just how tragic this entire scenario must have looked to anyone who knew me. I suppose that I was someone who maybe was envied by some people around town. After all, I had a lot going for me, prior to all this. So anyone who knew me, and then seeing me playing my music in the “loony bin”, as if I was playing in a night-club. Yeah I must’ve been a real spectacle, all right! Quite a spectacle, no doubt!

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THEY AIN’T HEAVY, THEY’RE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS…

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EDITOR’S COMMENT – Thinking back on all these events and all the individuals spoken of in this chapter, as well as in this entire e-book, (especially the ones criticized), I’d like to dedicate this following YouTube song, to each and every one of them (as far as secular songs go, it mostly has some pretty fine lyrics!)

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Ch. 8: “Born Free?”

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Parable of the Rich Fool

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12:17 And he thought within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have no room where to bestow my fruits? 

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12:18 And he said, This will I do: I will pull down my barns, and build greater; and there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods.

 
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12:19 And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.

 
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12:20 But God said unto him, You fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided? 

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“Because I have called,

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I have stretched out My hand,

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I also will laugh at your calamity;

I will mock when your fear cometh;

When your fear cometh as desolation,

and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind;

when distress and anguish cometh upon you.

Then shall they call upon Me,

but I will not answer;

they shall seek Me early,

but they shall not find Me:

Proverbs 1:24, 26-28.

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“SINNERMAN,

WHERE YA GONNA RUN TO?”

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I had heard this little song in the past, but like most others, it did not have its designed effect on me. It’s stark warning completely missed me as I went headlong after the selfish pleasures and earthly treasures of this short life.

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And after all, some versions of this song really obscured the message, burying it under a mountain of self-aggrandizing musical filigree, thus greatly losing the intended warning.

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Well, the following version seems to capture the true intent of this song.

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And now I was listening to it.

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And to my surprise, Judgment Day was now a reality, and not just a warning in a song!

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“SINNERMAN, WHERE YA GONNA RUN TO?”

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“Sinnerman where ya gunna run to?…

Sinnerman where ya gunna run to?…

Sinnerman where ya gunna run to?…

All on that day...

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“WMoon Shall Be Turned to Bloodell I run to the moon, moon wontcha hide me!…

Run to the moon, moon wontcha hide me!…

Run to the moon, moon wontcha hide me!…

all on that day…

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“The Lord said sinnerman, the moon’ll be a bleedin’…

The Lord said, sinnerman, the moon’ll be a bleedin’…

The Lord said sinnerman the moon’ll be a bleedin…

all on that day…

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“Well then I run to the stars, stars wontcha hide me!…

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Run to the stars, stars wontcha hide me!…

all on that day…

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“The Lord said sinnerman, the stars’ll be a fallin’…

The Lord said sinnerman, the stars’ll be a fallin’…

The Lord said sinnerman, the stars’ll be a fallin’…

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Well then I run to the sea,  sea wontcha hide me!…

Run to the sea, sea wontcha hide me!…

Run to the sea, sea wontcha hide me!…all on that day…

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“The Lord said sinnerman, the sea’ll be a boilin’…

The Lord said sinnerman, the sea’ll be a boilin’…

The Lord said sinnerman, the sea’ll be a boilin’…all on that day…

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Oh Lord, LorThe_Scream-Wikipediad, wontcha hide me!…  

Lord Lord, wontcha hide me!… 

Lord, Lord, wontcha hide me!… all on that day…

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The Lord sinnerman, ya shoulda been a prayin’!…

The Lord said sinnerman, ya shoulda been a prayin’!…

The Lord said sinnerman, ya shoulda been a prayin’!…all on that day….

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……………….LOOK AT ME PRAYIN’ !

Oh Lord, Lord, look at me prayin’!…

Lord, Lord, look at me prayin’!…

Lord, Lord, look at me prayin’!…all…

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The Lord said sinnerman, ya prayed too late!…

The Lord said sinnerman, ya prayed too late!…

The Lord said sinnerman, ya prayed too late!…All on that day…

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Well then, Satan, Satan wontcha hide me!… 

Satan, Satan wontcha hide me?…

Satan, Satan wontcha hide me!… All on that day…

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“Satan said sinnerman, come right in!…

Satan said sinnerman, come right in!…

Satan said sinnerman, come right in!…All—on—that day—–

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Ch. 14: “TV Demons & The Chess-Game From Hell” Part 3

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“Mental-Ward 3600” had been converted into the Devil’s, Chamber-of-Horrors, at least, for me it was!

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For everyone else, well, it was most likely normal (well, as normal as a mental ward can be!) But as far as I was concerned, there seemed to be nothing…nothing…that wasn’t, in some way, being manipulated by the Unseen Powers! It mattered not whether it was animal, vegetable, or mineral. Nothing seemed beyond the reach and use of these invisible beings!

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And the television was no exception! Yeah, it seemed like these spirits were literally everywhere…even in the very television stations…working in harmony with the unseen beings here within Ward 3600. It appeared as if they had perfect ability to communicate one with another, and also with me.

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And I had become a player in some sort of contest, maybe you could call it a “chess-game” of sorts, against these unseen spiritual entities.

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The contest continued. I underwent similar tests. And I was losin’ em all!

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And his physical condition was worsening. At one point, they even put a bag of liquid on a pole. Then they connected it with tubes to the “Shah’s” arm. The “Shah” would push this pole on wheels around the mental ward. And this made this already frail, sickly man look even worse! So I knew this meant that the real Shah was in danger of being permanently ousted from his kingdom! And he was the King in this incredible game of chess!

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And more frightening than this, on the TV, they kept showing the Ayatollah looking stronger and stronger! He would, of course, also be akin to an opposing king on a chessboard. And this dark, foreboding figure was getting more and more defiant, seemingly making the entire world bow to his demands, as he just sat there on his rug.

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In the mean time, over there in Iran, there were a number of hostages let go until there were now only 52 hostages. To me, this only made sense, since the U.S. had 50 states and two territories (we learned back in school at that time, that there were two US territories in the proximity of the US, considered for statehood. Now maybe there were more, but I was taught there were only two such US territories. Of course, I didn’t always pay close attention to my teachers, so it’s possible that I could be mistaken about that number. LOL! And so, whether or not this was the actual reality, the spirits were working within the parameters of my ignorance.)

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At this point, it seemed like I had achieved a half-trance-like state. And in this state, I could communicate freely with this “good” spirit. It was then I could ask questions and the spirit would cause my head to shake up and down for “yes”, and back and forth for “no”. And so, I was very happy to get myself into one of these so-called “trances”. And I would try to ask as many questions as I could to give myself every advantage in the game.

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Nevertheless, in spite of these “helpful” trances, I was losing the tests. Every test! And several of the patients (representatives) were released. I was getting more and more afraid! The “Shah” was looking worse and worse! I was constantly checking on him. The TV was still mocking me! Even a few of the other patients were making ominous comments! I didn’t know if these patient were mocking me knowingly or merely being used by the spirits without realizing that fact. But whether or not these patients realized what they were saying, it didn’t matter! Their taunts were like sharp arrows…

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TRANCES, ETC: STANDARD PROCEDURE IN THE OCCULTIC WORLD

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Now if all this seems crazy to you, I fully agree with you! But remember this: there are many thousands of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ganzfeld.jpgpeople, perhaps even millions around the world, who are putting themselves into trances, each and every day! Oh yeah,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:PsychicBoston.jpg many, many occultic books have been written on such topics. And these curious books are filled with so-called mystic spells and magic potions and complicated rituals of all sorts. And it’s not that any of these rituals, potions, spells, etc., have any inherent power in themselves. But those who dabble in these things are as deceived as I was! There is no actual power in rituals: it’s merely a ploy by demonic forces! But there definitely is a power in charge of these occultic rituals! Make no mistake about that! But please don’t think that there is any power in the rituals I was led to perform. Well, it just seems that spiritual entities are happy for people to ascribe power to such meaningless rituals. And people obviously like them too!Three_Books_of_Occult_Philosophy-Book_III-Page_440 wikipedia public domain

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So if the trance described above sounds crazy, just think about all those cats who donated their bodies and blood and bats their wings, and all the trances, dances, and prances, and potions, and magic spells spoken, and whatever else has been used over the centuries, to seemingly, “conjure up” the unseen powers of the Dark World around us!

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Anyway, I guess maybe, I’m just trying to justify these crazy rituals I was performing at this point in time.

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“THE 10 COMMANDMENTS TEST”…

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And there was one night in which a strange test emerged. It was like some bizarre Judgment Day test! Let me explain…

Name That Commandment

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I had to recite the Ten Commandments, and perhaps other similar Bible questions. As I said, it was night. The lights in the ward were dim. There were no noises, like in the day-time. Everything was quiet except for the soft low hum of the air coming through the ducts from the hospital heating system, and the occasional faint whispers of the night-staff.

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Each time I got one commandment correct I would advance down the hall by one patient sleeping-room. Whenever I advanced to the next room, I tried to peek into the window to see if the patient in that room was okay. Needless to say, I didn’t advance very far. I simply did not know the commandments!

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“SINNERMAN, YA SHOULDA BEEN A-STUDYING!!!”

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This was all going on just 20 feet or so from the nurses station. And as far as the night-staff could tell, I was merely standing quietly in front of the sleeping rooms. Very harmless. And then after a time, I would simply move forward about ten feet. What they couldn’t see, was all the terror which was raging through my mind!

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The sad thing, or should I say, the really tragic thing about this, was that I had never studied the Bible! Oh yeah, I attended church as a boy. But that was so long ago. I didn’t even know the Ten Commandments!

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And I’m not even sure if my church ever taught us the ten Commandments.

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Nevertheless, I suppose I got one or two correctly. You know, like maybe, “Don’t kill” and “Don’t steal”.

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I remember a few years earlier, that some “Bible-Thumpers” came to my door, offering some studies on the Bible. The response to them was that the Bible was, “A crazy old book about a man getting swallowed by a fish, or man thrown into a den of hungry lions and lived? HELL NO!!!”

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If only I had let those people in! If only I had studied with them!

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But now it was too late! And just now, my Day of testing had come…AND I WAS TOTALLY UNPREPARED!

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“Her face, at first just ghostly…”

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I went back to my sleeping room after this contest. I was worried about how this patient was doing after this flashing of the lights from her room window. Did it mean that her life-light had expired? Did I lose this important representative?

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“…turned a whiter shade of pale”

(Lyrics from Procol Harum song, “Whiter Shade of Pale”, courtesy www.lyricfind.)

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And so, back in my room I stared intently across the ward, where there were the windows on each door of the other row of sleeping rooms.

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After all, I was extremely and desperately concerned about how the representatives were doing! And of course, mostly concerned about the young lady, Lady Blue!

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As I looked at the window of the sleeping room of the disturbed young lady representative, to see if she was okay. I saw a very faint, but very distinctly, a ghostly image like a skull appear in that window for just a flash of a moment. It was terrifying! Really terrifying! I just can’t describe the terror that ran through my veins at this moment! This frightening sight only made me fearful of losing another contest chessman!

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“SINNERMAN, YA SHOULDA BEEN A-PRAYIN’!!!”

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In just an instant, the ghostly image disappeared.

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Did this mean that she died?

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I couldn’t tell!

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All I knew was that I was in this hellish chamber of horrors! And as far as I knew, nothing was beyond the realm of possibility in this total surrealistic “Bizarro World”, in which I was now an invited guest, or maybe I should rather say, “a helpless captive”!

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“SINNERMAN, YA SHOULDA BEEN A-WATCHING!!!”

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But no matter where I learned about this concept, the spirit compelled me to stay awake for an entire night.

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Well, I started off my sleepless night okay. But as the night began to wane into the morning hours, I couldn’t seem to help myself to just lay my head down.

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My eyes opened.

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It was morning.

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I suddenly realized that I had once again blown this test!

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I didn’t stay awake!

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Horrific condemnation swept over my soul like an ocean wave of fire!

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But every night was the same! I’d eventually lay my head down in exhaustion. Then I would open my eyes some hours later. And then, once again, I would fall under the same terrifying condemnation that, “I blew it once again!”

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Night after night, this same test came back around! And night after night I would eventually fall asleep, followed by awakening to utter condemnation!

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I’m not sure how long this went on.

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Maybe weeks of this post-nocturnal terror!

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“And He (Jesus) cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith….’What, could ye not watch with me one hour?'”

Matthew 26:40

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Thinking back on this, I suppose this test was probably some vague reference to the test put to the three disciples (Peter, James, and John) to stay awake with Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, when Jesus prayed until great drops of sweat-like blood ran down his brow. The disciples were commanded to stay awake and pray. But of course, they all fell asleep, thus failing the test.

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Now I didn’t know a thing about this Bible story concerning staying awake. But obviously, the spirit did. And I failed just as miserably as did those disciples back in the garden. Oh, I would try to stay awake. But sooner or later I would once again doze off. And then in an hour or two, I would wake up only to discover that I failed again. Then an overwhelming sense of guilt-ridden grief would sweep over me. “I blew it again!”

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A THANKSGIVING FROM HELL…

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(“NOW I KNOW SATAN CONTROLS TV!”)…

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But I was amazed on Thanksgiving, as I watched the television.

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Usually I would expect to see some nice show about Thanksgiving. Maybe an old movie which somehow fit the occasion. Or perhaps a great old movie, like “It’s a Wonderful Life”. And also, as a child, I always loved the magical old black-n-white version of the movie, “Miracle On 34th Street”.

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But on this Thanksgiving, I was shocked to see a Thanksgiving special with Hugh Hefner dressed up as an Indian Chief, with tomahawk, doing a war-dance with his tribe: consisting of a half-dozen or so, scantily-clad Playboy Bunnies! They were all following him around the set, doing a mock war-dance!

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HELL’S MIRROR…

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Now don’t get me wrong. Prior to all this, I was an avid reader of that magazine up till all-Hell-broke-loose in my life. But to see him on prime-time TV engaging in this Thanksgiving special!?! It just seemed so surreal!

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And so, as I watched this spectacle, I wondered if the Devil had taken full control of television. After all, Thanksgiving is a time for family. It’s a time for….giving thanks! It’s NOT a time for decadent lust to be displayed on TV!

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Even a hedonistic young wretch like myself could comprehend that concept!

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CHUCK IN “UNDERLAND”!

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It was as I said earlier in this chapter: The television (and the world) now seemed like some hellish version of Alice in Wonderland’s magic mirror.

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Only this was no Wonderland!

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It was more like, “UNDER-Land”.

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“Under” as in, “WAY DOWN UNDER!”

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THE INSIDERS…

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In the front of the ward was the nurses station. A row of desks in front of several rooms, with large windows, behind the desks. There were three shifts throughout a 24-hour period.

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It was impressed upon me, that there were certain staff-members who were representatives of my team. Then there were those who were representatives of the opposing team. Both of these comprised the “insiders”. But the problem was, I didn’t know which were which!

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However, there were clues. You see, some of the staff were nice, even cheerful. But others were serious, and even distant, maybe even a little dark, personality-wise. Some were rather innocent looking. Others were not. I began to suspect that these were the evidences of which side they were on. So I tried to hang close to the ones I thought were on my side, in order to possibly hear them say something that would be helpful to the games.

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“ANKHS A-LOT!”

(Wordplay on the common sarcastic, negative phrase, “Thanks alot!”)

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One night, while most patients had already gone to bed, I walked by the desk and saw one of the night nurses reading a book titled “The Omen”. On the cover was the Egyptian symbol known as the “Ankh”. So I suspected this person to be working for the enemy. And my suspicions were validated several nights later, when I saw this same person wearing a necklace with an Ankh.

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A day or two later, I saw another nurse reading the same book, and maybe also wearing a necklace with that same symbol. I mustered up the courage to ask her, “What does that symbol mean?”. She said, “It indicates a belief in after-life, but not any specific idea of what that after-life would be like.”

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As I thought about this, and about the meaning of that symbol, I became convinced that these were two “insiders” … on the enemy side. After all, an Ankh was obviously some sort of pagan symbol.

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Even a scripturally-challenged dumbo like myself could figure that much out!

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THE TWO VISITORS & THE BODY SLAM FROM “HEAVEN”!

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Well, anyway, I often cut roast beef and ham on Sundays, when things got really busy. And so this gave me the opportunity to examine these Christians close-up, as they came down the buffet line. Well, as I said, they were all nice. Some were jovial…always making funny comments. I liked them. I could relate to those types. But there were several which I really saw as being…well…really holy! Those were not exactly the type of people I would try to joke with. I even had several friends among them…I mean among the ‘good-ol-boy’ types. But I had no friends among those few “holy types”. Nevertheless, I respected them anyway…but kept a little distance from them, because of their sober demeanor.

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“He that saith he abideth in Him ought himself also so to walk, even as He walked.”

1st John 2:6

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At some point, one of these “holy types” came by to pay a visit to Unit 3600. He always seemed like a devout Christian. As a matter of fact, he was about the most holy-behaving of all the Christians I knew. He was a very serious type person. Oh yes, he would smile. But he was a man of few words. Very stoic in demeanor. A lot like my conception of how Jesus would behave. Anyway, I had a high level of respect for him as a Christian! But even though I would never seek him out under normal conditions, yet now, he was my first choice to seek answers from. As I just said, this guy really reminded me of Jesus. He exuded the same type of holy…uhh… reverence, that I would expect to come from Jesus.

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I guess my point is: even though I was “yer-typical-heathen-dog-type”, I was still convicted in my heart of just who reminded me of Jesus, among the hundreds of Christians I saw each week at the buffet. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that all the others were not Christ-like in other ways. I just seemed to instinctively know that Jesus was very holy and serious during His life on earth. That was just something most people took for granted! Even so, did most Hollywood movies of those years!

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“Is this my Judgment Day?”

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Anyway, he was here at the hospital. I desperately wanted to ask him a question. Of all the people I knew around town, he was the Christian I wanted to talk to. So I asked him the question that was plaguing me…

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“Is this my Judgment Day?”

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He answered, “I don’t know. Maybe it is.”

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Needless to say, this wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Not very comforting.

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PRAYER MEETING: WEDNESDAY NIGHT, 7PM…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgAnother man came by to pay a visit. He also was a very nice person. He told me of all the wonderful miracles and healings that went on at his church services. He told me that his church would be praying for me during their 7-pm Wednesday night service. And I was extremely happy to hear this. It was now Wednesday afternoon, so I was excited that I might be delivered from this horrible thing, or at least helped somewhat.

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BODY SLAM FROM HEAVEN?…

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I waited eagerly all day for 7 pm to arrive.

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Well, that evening, as it approached 7 pm, it was impressed upon me to go into my room. I could envision this congregation standing around in a circle or something, praying for me (somewhat like this photo I found on-line). As it got close to 7 pm, I was instructed to sit on my bed with my back against the wall.

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But at exactly 7 pm I felt something very incredible. I felt my stomach began to protrude out as far as possible. Then my lower lip began to go into a pouting manner. I couldn’t figure out what in the world was going to happen! I just sat there in this ridiculous pose (kind-of like a little pouting child, sulking in the corner, after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar). And then all of a sudden, I felt like I was being slammed against the wall. It was as if the spirit was grabbing me by my shirt, and shoving me against the wall. As if God was angrily saying to me, “YOU’D BETTER NOT BLOW THIS CONTEST!!!”

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A HIGH-SCHOOL ‘BODY SLAM’ MOMENT

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Now this wasn’t the first time I’d been shoved up against a wall. An old high school buddy, also a member of our rock band, reminded me of a time back in high school when Mr. Ediguard, our hard-nosed, never-smiling, crew-cut donning, ex-Marine, Vice-Principal, raised me up by my shirt, slamming me against a hall-locker, and asked me, “Don’t you think your hair is getting too long, Whittemore?” I can’t remember exactly what I answered back, but probably something like, “Uh…yeah, I guess so, Mr. Ediguard!”

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But even though I forgot all about that high school body slam, I was never gonna forget this mental ward body slam.

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MURDER IN THE RUE MORGUE…

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Well, there were many other experiences which I went through up there in Ward 3600. But I’m just relating the most memorable ones.

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“Mr. Applewhite” came over to me one day with a Webster’s Dictionary. He pointed to the word “rue”. Of course, I looked at the word in the dictionary. I thought of that old movie, “Murder in the Rue Morgue”. So I figured the spirits were making reference to that “Rue Morgue” for some unknown reason.

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Okay, so you’re asking yourself the question, “So what?” Well I would much later encounter someone crying out this little word saying, “Rue! Rue! Rue!”

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And the one who did so was not a human being! Nor was he a spirit-entity.

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And this NON-human was prophesying to me! (But keep reading to discover who said it and why he said it.)

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THE DREAM

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“WE CAN FLOAT AMONG THE STARS TOGETHER, YOU AND I”…

(Lyrics from the 5th Dimension song, “My Beautiful Balloon”)

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The next day or so, I fell asleep and was having an incredible flying dream in which I was soaring past colorful planets and asteroids. The colors were bright and beautiful. It seemed that God Himself was taking me on this magical tour through the heavens. And in a moment of euphoria, a voice spoke saying, “Promise God that you’ll always do what is right”. And in my rapturous euphoria, I said, “Oh yes, yes, I promise! I promise!” .

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I never wanted this dream to stop! But as soon as I made that promise, I woke up and realized it was just a dream. But just before I awoke, I saw a vision of a picture of four strands of thick rope coming from four different directions, converging into a single knot. It was exactly like a picture in my room on the wall. I was devastated to realize that I had made a rash vow, that I could not possibly keep or get out of. (I only wish I had read the story of Jephthah in the Bible, who made a rash and stupid vow, and how that vow cost his daughter’s life, as God allowed him to perform that vow. Of course, by this true account, God is teaching us to not make such foolish vows! See Judges 11:30-40)

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Anyway, I should never have made such a promise. I wish I had known this verse…

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“Again, ye have heard that it has been said by them of old time, You shalt not forswear yourself, but shall perform unto the Lord your oaths: But I say unto you, Swear not at all… But let your communication be, Yes, yes; No, no: for whatsoever is more than these comes of evil.” Matthew 5:34-37

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I was overwhelmed with grief over this new development. But I didn’t know exactly why. Only the future would tell. And the future was almost here!

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RAPTURE 2.0…

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The “Shah” was so ill, he was now confined to his room. Only “Lady Blue” and “Mini-Me” were left (the young lady who was the mental ward rep, and the boy who was my rep). So I was getting close to a total defeat!

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On one Sunday morning, a very amazing phenomenon occurred. The TV was going in the main sitting area. A very well-known evangelist was on TV. Standing in front of the TV was Mr. Applewhite (the man who looked like the Heaven’s Gate cult-leader, Marshall Applewhite). I went over to listen to this evangelist on TV. This evangelist was very excited (and so was Mr. Applewhite).

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You see, this TV evangelist was preaching on the soon-coming of the Lord Jesus. And he was really pumped up about this, and was shouting as he preached! And Mr. Applewhite was also getting caught up in all the excitement. He was standing right in front of the TV, waving his hands in the air, and all the while this evangelist was getting more and more wound up!

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“IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE”…

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The evangelist proclaimed that it was a lack of faith that prevented the Lord’s return. As I listened to the evangelist get excited, and as I faintly recall, I watched “Mr. Applewhite” perhaps doing a little jig, and waving his hands in the air. I felt an overwhelming euphoria come over me. And soon I was lifting up my hands into the air, as Mr. Applewhite, the evangelist, and myself were a heavenly trio… celebrating the imminent countdown to Rapture. And it seemed like I was almost getting swept up in a spiritual cyclone. Everything around me began to look white and swirling!

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I kind-of remember it as if we were swirling around. It was a very awesome experience! And so I tried to “exercise my faith”, so as to not doubt. Maybe this evangelist was right. Maybe we only need more faith! And it just seemed like at any moment, we would be taken up. The euphoria continued to grow! I just wanted to be lifted up, and out of this entire hellish mess! And so did Applewhite….I think! The evangelist got more and more excited. It almost felt like this would be the moment that we would be taken up. As if some cyclonic heavenly whirlwind was beginning to lift us up and whisk us away into eternal bliss!

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LEFT BEHIND…AGAIN…

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As the countdown continued, the evangelist finally began to wind-down his sermon. The evangelist mentioned something about a ten year delay (at least, that’s what I thought he said). “Oh no!” I could feel the spirit of the moment begin to wane. I tried harder to keep it all going.

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But the show ended. And the euphoria likewise ended for me.

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Too bad! To get zapped up outta this entire hellish mess woulda been nice.

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Ch. 15 ” It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over”…

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What to do when the entire world wants to cut you in pieces.

Ch. 30: “Goodbye Cruel World!”

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And so now it’s time to wrap this story together. So let’s get to it and complete this story and tie up the remaining loose ends, bringing this story full circle …

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“GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!”…

(Title of the 1979 Pink Floyd song)

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MY TERROR ENDS…

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Well, after the Devil ceased his condemnation that I was Adolph Hitler in my former life, things began to go well for me.

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As a matter of fact, I was feeling so good, I became a general nuisance around the hospital ward. For one thing, I started a ‘petition-signing’ amongst the patients when the hospital started serving us these pathetic tofu squares at breakfast, instead of the scrambled eggs they previously served!

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And then also, I began giving my own counselling sessions to one or two patients. The staff told me nicely to “cease and desist”. Hey, you’d-a thought they’d like the extra help! At no charge!

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Go figure!

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“I COME TO THE GARDEN”

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Becky came to visit and we decided to go sight-seeing in Portland. We found a large shrine called Mother Mary’s Grotto. It was a big garden that you could walk through with different shrines dedicated to various aspects to the Gospel. It was a really beautiful shrine, with lots of really nice statues. And since I didn’t actually kill the Virgin Mary (as the Devil mercilessly accused me. See “Fantasy Island” for explanation), I could visit this shrine without any dread.

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We then went to a large chapel where people were entering. And so I asked Becky to go with me. I was really excited to hear a Bible sermon! After all, through my ordeal, all I ever heard was the Devil’s sermons, so to speak! So a real biblical sermon was “just what the Doctor ordered!”

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But as we took our place in this church, the minister, or priest, or whatever, began speaking in some foreign language! Latin, or Greek or something! And then, we all got up in line to go by the priest, who handed us each a wafer and a tiny cup of grape-juice!

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And then, to my disappointment, the service ended and everyone began leaving. I really wanted to hear a sermon…in English! Oh well. I guess I would just have to wait!

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HOLY SHMOKES!

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https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlboro_(cigarette)After this, we went into a gift shop where I bought Bibles and maybe a dozen large crucifixes on necklace chains. As I was coming out of the gift shop I saw a priest. I asked him if he would bless these Bibles and necklaces. He made some gestures with his hands and said some things. I thanked him. But as I walked away, I noticed this priest was lighting up a cigarette. Well, I didn’t know hardly anything about Christianity, but I guess I always viewed smoking as a sin. And for such a holy-man, a Christlike individual, to be smoking really disappointed me, causing me to think his blessing on my Bibles and crucifixes was not so much of a blessing.

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And so, here was my first Christian-encounter with hypocrisy (not his, but my own hypocrisy, since I myself was still currently smoking!)

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“CRUCIFIXES FOR THE WHOLE HOUSE!!…

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When I got back to the hospital ward, I waited until the patients and staff were all together in the living area. I then gave a crucifix necklace to each patient and each staff-member. I suppose I should have bought smaller crucifixes. These over-sized crucifixes were about 2 or 3 inches tall. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. Everyone was obviously so overwhelmed with gratitude, that they didn’t know what to say! LOL!

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TIME TO GO…

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After thirty days, the hospital staff told me I was well enough to leave. I told them that I was still hearing that voice. But they still insisted that I was well enough to leave. And it was a lucky thing I left when I did! Because when checking out at the front desk, the receptionist informed me that my 30-day-insurance-coverage ran out that very same day!

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A FEW THOUGHTS…

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I was more than a little disappointed that virtually nobody in the hospital staff believed I was being tormented by a devil. It was assumed that my problem was a mental condition. There were instances, however, in which I received good spiritual advice.

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On the other hand, I was treated very nicely by everyone. By far this was the most polite staff I’ve ever encountered!

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July/August 1980

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(First line from the 1960 song by Joe Jones, “You Talk Too Much”)

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And so I returned to Klamath Falls. But the voice didn’t go away. He just kept talking and talking. After some weeks, I became overwhelmed with the fear that I was like a man with a veryhttps://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Christianandapollyon.jpg contagious, killer-disease: namely…I HAD THE DEVIL IN ME!!! I had the “disease of Satan”, which seemed to indwell me to some degree. Well, he had to indwell within me, didn’t he? After all, he could talk to me (in my mind). And he could somehow put thoughts into my mind. And somehow he seemed to know many things I was thinking.

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As the days went by, the voice didn’t go away. I decided that I needed to do something to rid myself of this satanic voice. I decided to go back up to Portland to the Multnomah Falls. It was where that Indian jumped off to save the rest of the tribe from some disease. Even though that legend was a little suspect, nevertheless, this still seemed like a fitting place to end my life. And I too would be engaging in a “noble act” by eliminating this satanic voice that was speaking through me, and to me. I suppose, in the back of my mind, I was doing what I’d seen in that movie, The Exorcist, when Father Karras was filled with the Devil and jumped to his death, onto the streets far below.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS ARE WRITTEN ON THE SUBWAY OLD BARN WALLS…(and horses stalls)!”

(Word-play on lyrics from the 1964 Simon & Garfunkel mega-hit, “The Sounds of Silence”)  

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As I was driving up to Portland on Interstate 5 (still very intent on doing myself in), something caught my attention. An old barn…sitting off to the west of the Interstate 5 freeway…in a field…just south of Salem…a barn…standing there as a monument to days-gone-by. And as I drove by, I was surprised to see a Bible concept inscribed on its old weathered wooden walls. Someone had painted the following sentence on the side of that old relic…

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“SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS…ARMOR UP…THE TIME IS AT HAND”

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These words made a strong impact on me, at that moment. “Profound statement!”, I thought to myself. “Whoever painted those words must also be aware that Judgment Day is at hand.”

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But now, I had a little hope. “That inscription on that old barn just might be the answer to my problems.” I might have thought… ”put on the armor of God. Very interesting concept. Hm-mm.”

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ONE MORE TRAIL TO CLIMB

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Upon arrival at the falls, I looked up and saw that the trail to the top was going to be a good climb. But hey, I climbed for eight hours up from the bottom of the Grand Canyon (see Chapter 1)! And this climb would only take an hour or so.

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Probably the voice was talking to me all the way along the trail upward. The climb was steep but very scenic with lots of beautiful trees, shrubs and ferns, etc.

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But the sun was going down, and I knew I had better “high-tail” it up this hill before it got too dark!

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(Multnomah Falls photo: Kelvin Kaye). Photo on right by www.oregon.com.

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BACK TO WHERE THIS STORY BEGAN…

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Well that’s my story! Now you know the basics of what I’ve gone through for over a year.

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So can you really blame me for wanting to take a plunge to my death?

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How would you have handled this, if you were in my shoes?

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When I think back on it all, it seems like a dream…a really bad dream! But I found out, that the truth is stranger than fiction! And now this will hopefully be over for good! And hopefully I will die a death that will separate me for all eternity from this voice! From this spirit! And from this Devil!

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It’s now time for me to take this leap of faith. “Lord, forgive me and receive me into your eternal kingdom….”

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My body plunges down into the water…

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…In a moment my head bobs out of the water. Hands begin to clap upon the announcement…

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“Welcome Chuck! Welcome into the family of God!”

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I carefully inspect my baptismal robe to see if every inch has water on it. I don’t want even one inch of my body to be unbaptised.

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NEW LIFE IN JESUS AHEAD

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What happened to jumping off the falls, you ask?

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Oh that! Yeah! You’re asking if I jumped off the falls. Well, no, I didn’t. What happened is this: I got to about half way up the trail, and it was getting dark. And frankly, I lost heart, and decided not to jump. So I climbed back down and drove back home to Klamath Falls.

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And then back in Klamath, I decided to start going to church in a little Baptist congregation. And after a short time, I decided the best way to rid myself of this spirit that’s been plaguing me for over a year was to die; that is, I would “die in Jesus”. I would go to that watery grave of Baptism. And so here I am! At a Baptist church! Getting baptized! That would be my final plunge! What better way to get rid of Satan than to take a plunge to almost certain death…a death that leads to life… a new life in the Lord Jesus Christ!

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But after the baptism, I’m noticing a dry spot on my baptismal robe. I ask the Pastor later if that mattered. He says “No”.

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LITTLE FLY FREED BY BIG GOD…

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So  I guess you could say that God plucked me out of Satan’s spider-web.

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Oh the mercy of God to a very miserable wretch like me, who wasn’t even looking for God!

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Could I have stood up to Satan on my own? The “Mental Ward Games” only proved that I was no match for Satan. I miserably lost the contest! But who wouldn’t have lost the contest with the Devil? He’s way out of my league…and yours too! There’s only One who could defeat Satan. And to my great joy, that One defeated him on that hill called “Calvary”. And that One defeated the Devil, on your behalf, and on my behalf.

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And though I was cast into “Tophet” (see Jeremiah 7:32), and tormented by fire and brimstone, I nevertheless came out of it unharmed. And the smoke of my torment will rise up forever and ever, no doubt. This awful lesson-book of sin will never be forgotten! And I learned a lesson that I’m sure I won’t forget through the days of eternity. And I’m telling you this story because you should be aware of just who is this “Wicked One” who has seemingly all but erased himself out of existence; because even though he’s covered his tracks pretty well, he’s still out there working his deceptive and destructive satanic arts upon this unsuspecting world.

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But I’m also telling this story so that maybe, just maybe some person, living in unbelief and atheism like I was, might turn from their sin, becoming a Follower of Jesus.

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But don’t wait till Judgment Day!

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And truth-be-told, ya never know when your Judgment Day begins!

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“What? Did you (the readers) say something? I thought I just heard a voice. Everyone be quiet for a moment.”

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“Are you still here Satan? Is that you, Satan?”

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(Silence for a moment.)

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“I’m still he-e-e-r-re !!”

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THE END…

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Dear Reader: A question still lingers. And that question is this…

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“Who will be next to take a ride in an “RX-7” (an “Our Ex-Heaven”)?”

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Well if you do, just make sure NOT to be like me.

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Yeah, don’t you get caught on that day without having on your “Armor of God”!

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Ch. 31  EPILOGUE

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Well, Chuck is finally released from the devilish torment, and begins a new chapter in his new life from a forgiving God.

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Ch. 29: “HELEN ASHES” Continued: “O Lucifer, Son Of The Morning”

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“BALL OF CONFUSION”…

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There was a song on the radio in the 70’s called “Ball of Confusion”.

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So even the people of the world are bewildered as to why this world is so crazy evil!

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Oh yeah, this song http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Martin,_John_-_Satan_presiding_at_the_Infernal_Council_-_1824.JPGasked some of the same questions as this website asks: Have you ever wondered why the world is so evil? Why all the murders? Why all the rapes? The molestations of innocent children? The wars? The sickness and disease? Why suicidal spending in Washington? Have you wondered why so many religions? Why so many differing ideologies? Why so much hatred…and bigotry…and bizarre, unexplainable phenomena?

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Is all this ball of confusion merely the result of some ancient freak and chaotic explosion?

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And isn’t there any hope in this universe?

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Well, if you are bewildered at this world’s wickedness, please read this chapter. Hopefully you’ll come away with a bit different view of why all these things are occurring around the globe.

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But, perhaps you already know all these things contained in this chapter. But it’s possible that you’ll read a few things here that will make you wonder if some of the phenomena we simply write off as just “natural occurrences” are actually the product of “Ol’ L.S.D.” (Lucifer, Satan, the Devil).

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Well you be the judge as you read on…

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CHAPTER 29:

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“HELEN ASHES” Continued:

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“O LUCIFER…

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SON OF THE MORNING”…

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June 1980 (about 8 months since my woes first began)

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“NO DAD, IT’S NOT GOD, AFTER-ALL…”

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Okay, I was now firmly embedded in this brand-new private Christian hospital mental ward up in Portland Oregon. I was being terrorized by the Devil(s). Things looked hopeless for me.

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My parents came up to Portland to see me. My mother looked really troubled over my situation, and stood off in the distance of the little family/TV room where we all three were, at the moment. (Nobody else in the room at this moment.)

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My father began asking how things were going for me.

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He asked, “Son, are you still hearing God talking to you?”

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I said, “It’s not God talking to me, Dad.”

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He looked puzzled. “Well who’s talking to you, if it’s not God?”.

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I said, “It’s Satan talking to me.”

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This took my dad by total shock. “WHAT!?” he exclaimed, as he jumped up. 

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My mom, standing too far from hearing, said, “What did he say, Honey?”

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My dad answered, “He said it’s not God who’s talking to him. He now says it’s Satan talking to him!”  Upon hearing that, my mom couldn’t take it anymore, and began sobbing as she hurried outside.

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“THE MYSTERY OF “8/23 SKIDOO” GETS DEEPER”…

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After that visit with my parents, I was walking back inside, and saw a poster on the wall. It showed a clock, and the following words, “Time to get off drugs.” As I looked at this poster, I noticed the time on the clock hands pointed to 8:23.

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“Eight twenty-three?!”, I thought to myself, “I wonder if this poster has anything to do with what Satan was taunting me about, back in Guatemala?” (On the last day there in Guatemala, the Devil kept repeating that he couldn’t wait until “The Big Eight-Twenty-Three Skidoo”. Read the Chapter “Coming To America” for context)

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But I wasn’t taking any illegal drugs. So I couldn’t figure out what this poster had to do with anything. Nevertheless, I just filed this into my memory-banks, as a possible clue to this puzzling riddle by the Devil, concerning “The Big 8/23-Skidoo”.

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THE NON-BELIEVER COUNSELORS…

I had a number of sessions with my counselor. He was great spiritual help. But there were other counselors too. Another one told me that he didn’t believe in Jesus. So he wasn’t much help for me. Maybe he was good for others. I don’t know.

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NO DEVIL’S DOG!?…

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She then began to tell me that, “God is our loving and kindly Heavenly Father! And as our Father, He has love and tenderness for us, just as a loving father has for his own children. God would never do anything bad to His children!”

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Well, although she didn’t quote any Bible verses, she nevertheless put things in a very nice way. God was a nice, loving Father. I wanted to believe her (not to mention that her attractiveness and well-groomed appearance made her look like a person who really had her life “all-together”.)

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JUST A BIG OL ‘SOFTIE IN THE SKY’?…

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However, her explanation didn’t quite fit what I had been going through for the past eight months. I’d been cast into a whole lot of very fiery situations, so I knew there had to be more to God than just being a kindly and loving Father.

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There must be a wrath-side to God also. I didn’t know hardly anything about the Bible. But there were pieces missing to this mega-puzzle known as God. Some VERY BIG pieces!

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I also asked the hospital chaplain the same question, as he was walking down the hall. He stopped for a moment and told me virtually the same thing…“No, there’s no such thing as The Devil’s Dog.”

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But I wasn’t totally convinced. Nevertheless, I hoped they were indeed correct.

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However from that point forward, the Devil never tried again to taunt me concerning “The Devil’s Dog”. And so this ended the accusation that Satan clobbered me over the head with, during my “Vacation From Hell” in Guatemala.

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“THE PRAYER CHAPEL”…

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It wasn’t too long after I arrived, that I discovered the Chapel Room. It was a-ways from the mental ward towards the front entrance to the hospital. It was a very nice hospital Chapel room. I was told that the wall-sized mural had cost $10,000 (maybe as much as $30,000 $40,000, or even more, in 2020 money), and was just recently painted. And it had to have been just painted. You see, it had Jesus standing in a meadow with His outstretched arms.

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But in the background to the left, behind the tree, the artist depicted the smoke from the recent Mount St. Helens volcano rising up from the horizon, just as I had seen it rising outside the hospital, a day or two earlier. So it had to have been finished within the last 30 days or so.

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“MULTNOMAH FALLS…LEAP OF FAITH”…

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It wasn’t too long into my stay, that a field trip was planned. And so, we all got into a hospital van, and headed east…to Multnomah Falls.

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The falls are beautiful and very dramatic, as you can see in the photo. There was a historical ledger at the park, which told the story of some Native American who jumped off the falls to save the rest of the tribe from a sickness. I’m not sure how my spirits were, on this outing. But I’m sure they weren’t far!

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What I didn’t realize, is that I would come back to this falls in just a few months… TO JUMP OFF!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“LONG AGO, AND OH SO FAR AWAY…”

(Lyrics from the 1975 Song, “Superstar” by The Carpenters)

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There was a pretty young lady in the ward, with dark hair. As a matter of fact, I took note that she had a striking resemblance to Karen Carpenter, the singer who died of Anorexia a few years after this incident. The girl looked a bit younger than Karen. But she seemed to have the same problem (of course, at this time (1980) I had no idea that Karen Carpenter had this problem. Karen died three years later, in 1983).

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Anyway, as I was standing close by in the hallway, near my room, I overheard the nurses and doctor trying to convince her to take a drink of a diet soda. But she kept politely objecting, saying it was too fattening. Her gentle persuaders told her the soda was diet and only had one calorie. But to my amazement, the girl said that “No, well thank you…but…ah…I  just can’t drink that. ONE CALORIE is way too many calories!”

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“WHOA!”, I thought to myself, “ONE CALORIE IS TOO FATTENING!?” And as I walked away from this little confrontation, I thought… “MAN! This girl has some serious issues!!”

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So walking away, this battle of the wills kept up. The staff still urging and the girl still (politely) refusing. I thought to myself… “Maybe she’s got a problem with the Devil too! Maybe that’s why she’s got this stuff happening. Maybe the Devil is behind all this.”

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“DAMN ASHES”…

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A THINNER ME… But this little exchange of a hospital staff trying to get a very thin person to eat, was just a harbinger of the future. And NOT just the future of Karen Carpenter’s… BUT MY FUTURE AS WELL!! Because little did I know, this was exactly what lay in store for me too!

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Yes, I never dreamed that in the future, I too would be afflicted by a similar problem, dipping below 100 pounds myself! I actually looked like a walking skeleton. Little did I know that a hospital staff would likewise be trying to force me to eat, exactly as this staff did to her! And in the future I’d be finally committed to the Dammasch State Mental Hospital. And I would be tormented by demon angels, while confined for three months with liquid being fed me through my nose! Not only this, but while in the hospital, the other patients would prophesy about my future. This was to be a very satanic experience. And my weight problem was due to evil angels. But this was all to happen in the future. And if you do get a chance to hear my similar story, you too might likewise decide that some “eating disorders” are spiritual problems, and not just “psychiatric”.

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“THE ORIGINAL JESUS”…

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One day as I was in the prayer chapel, the spirit began to suggest that I was not Adolph Hitler. He began to suggest that I was, as he originally claimed… Jesus, in a previous life. But I was very leery at this point. He had done way too many flip-flops in the past!

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And so I thought of something…“If I really was Jesus in a former life…Then…make me write that statement on that expensive new mural of Jesus.” I thought to myself,God would never allow me to write that statement on this very expensive, and very holy painting.’” And so I sat there waiting for him to compel me to do this deed.

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And sure enough, in a few moments, I found myself under his power, getting up. I went straight for a pen laying by a guestbook. I walked toward the mural. I began to write (the spirit controlling me) the following words on this mural, in very tiny letters,“Chuck was….” I stopped for a moment. “I don’t want him to give this spirit “wiggle room”. So he had me write,“Chuck was the ORIGINAL Jesus in a former life”.

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“Wow… that’s incredible! I must really be Jesus!”, I thought to myself. (Just a note. I wrote very small. I doubt anyone could ever find it.)

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Well, as you can imagine, this really relieved me. This proved to me that I wasn’t Adolph Hitler! I probably cried tears of relief at this moment!

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Well, this event in that Prayer Chapel that day, ended all that Hitler stuff. Up to this day, I’ve never again been plagued with the assertion that I was Adolph Hitler in my last life.

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“O LUCIFER…

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One day as I was talking with my counselor, I asked him how Satan could do all these things to me. This young counselor with an Abraham Lincoln-style beard began to tell me a story from the Bible. He told me about a man named Job (Job is pronounced with a long “O”).

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Job was a rich man who loved God. But the Devil took everything away from Job. So Job spent months going through illness, and heartache. And Job was tempted to curse God, because of all the evil that the Devil brought upon Job.

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Another important issue should be mentioned. At some point in time, I learned that the Devil has many “unseen helpers”. These are fellow angels who also fell from grace, long ago, at the same time that Lucifer fell. These “Evil Angels” now roam the Earth, under the leadership of their commander, Lucifer, doing their evil deeds and manipulating and orchestrating the events of the world, in order to carry out his evil master-plan; which master-plan is detailed within the pages of Scripture.

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One reason I’m making this point, is to say that…I don’t know if I was being harassed by Satan himself, or just your “run-of-the-mill garden variety” evil angel. But from what I gathered at about this time in my experience, I learned that there were enough evil angels to “go around” for everyone. In other words, this unseen “breed” of spirits, up to this point in time, have been in no danger of being added to the “Endangered Species List”! Ha ha…that’s a joke! (But not a very funny joke, however.)

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From what I was told, there are millions, but probably billions of these devils running around on this Earth.

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(The Good News is, however, the Devil and his angels will very soon be on the endangered species list…“And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.” Revelation 20:10).

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WHY IS SATAN SO EVIL?…

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At this point, someone might possibly ask, “Why are they so evil? Why don’t they simply turn from their wicked ways?”

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The answer to this perplexing question is found in Genesis, in the third chapter… And the LORD God said to the serpent… Because you (Satan) have done this (tempted Adam and Eve into sin), you are cursed above all… And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; It shall bruise thy head, and you shall bruise His heel.” Genesis 3:14, 15

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And so, at the very beginning, God put a curse on Lucifer. God was not just talking to the serpent. He was speaking to Lucifer who came to Eve through that serpent; making it http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Martin,_John_-_Satan_presiding_at_the_Infernal_Council_-_1824.JPGseem to the woman, that it was the serpent speaking, when it was actually just old “L.S.D.” (Lucifer, Satan, the Devil). And so if God put a curse on Lucifer, then there was nothing Lucifer could do to escape that curse.

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Now I know this all sounds like some children’s story to many who read this. But when you think about it, you have to ask yourself the question, “Why is this world so evil? Why are there so many unthinkable atrocities occurring on a daily basis around the globe? And why does all this evil seem so well orchestrated at times?”

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EXAMPLE #1: HITLER

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Well doesn’t it seem orchestrated? I mean, it’s like…how could Hitler mesmerize an entire nation to get behind his demonic attempt to take over the world? I have a very elderly neighbor who was a little boy in Germany. He told me that he, as well as the entire nation of Germany, believed that Hitler was some sort of “deliverer” to help bring about good into the world (still being mostly ignorant as to his atrocities against the Jews). And it wasn’t until Hitler was crushed by the Allies, that my German neighbor and his fellow countrymen woke up to just how evil Hitler really was, and what he’d been up to.

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EXAMPLE #2: RWANDA….HUTUS AND TOOTSIES…

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And how could a multitude of people in Africa be mesmerized in just a few months, to carry out that hateful and ruthless act of slaughtering thousands of their fellow humans and countrymen; neighbors, who just happened to be of a slightly different blood-line? I saw an interview with one of the men involved in this mass slaughter. He confessed that he and others were brainwashed by the leftist college students who were orchestrating this brutal mass-murder. And after it was all over, he woke up to the reality of the atrocities that he and his fellow countrymen had committed. And then he felt really bad about what he’d done to those innocent men, women, and children of the Tootsies.

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So how could this be? How could an entire throng of people be so easily manipulated, if there was no Satan and his evil fellow angels working behind the scenes, to inspire hateful madness within the hearts and minds of these aggressors?

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“IMAGINE THERE’S NO DEVIL…HE WONDERS IF YOU CAN?”…

(Word-play on the lyrics of the John Lennon song, “Imagine”)

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Well, these are just two examples of the well-orchestrated evil that has long plagued Mankind.

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And I could give a lot more examples. And so could you, no doubt!

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Nevertheless, it seems like there is an orchestrated effort to erase Satan out of existence. Most don’t even want to acknowledge that there is a Devil; even many Christians have joined in this effort.

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Even many in the Christian community will start pointing the accusing finger, if you speak about Satan. “Oh we’re not supposed to be talking about Satan.” Well who says? There seems to be some unwritten rule regarding this. The Bible doesn’t say anything like this!

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Oh yeah, I totally agree, we’re certainly not to become obsessed about Satan! Our daily thoughts should be mostly about Jesus and the Bible.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“IT’S JUST THE NATURE OF MY GAME”…

(Lyrics from The Rolling Stones song, “Sympathy For The Devil”)

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These are just two very quick examples of the orchestrated evil in the world. But with some careful consideration, there could be shown, perhaps thousands of examples of Satan’s orchestrated evil the world over. Take, for instance, the current-day phenomenon in which a vast percentage of Americans now believe that the USA must be completely destroyed and replaced by a so-called “Utopian” Socialist regime.

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Nevertheless, Satan has done a marvelous job of “erasing his tracks” behind him. And as already stated, he has all but “erased his self completely out of existence” in the minds of most of the Human Family.

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I heard someone say,  “The greatest feat that the Devil ever performed, was to convince the world that he doesn’t exist!” Well, actually, I think that even a greater feat than that was when he convinced much of the world that God doesn’t exist!

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“THE GOD OF THIS WORLD”

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And also, he is titled, “The Prince of This World”, three times in the Gospel of John (John 12:31, John 14:30, John 16:11).

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And in Isaiah, Chapter 14, it is explained that Lucifer was jealous of God.

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Yes, Lucifer, being very powerful and extremely intelligent, had long ago taken control of this world, turning it into his very own kingdom, with his own selfish attributes, using them as tokens of his character, to be loved, admired, and even worshiped by this world’s deceived citizenry! And so, by this means, he can maintain an invisible presence, and still be worshiped

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“IS THIS THE MAN THAT MADE THE EARTH TO TREMBLE?”

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But it’s high time that we humans fulfill this following prophecy from Isaiah…

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“How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!… They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, ‘Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms?’” Isaiah 14:12-16

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Hey, at least let’s just look upon this subject “narrowly” as it says in the above verse. At least let’s give credit where credit is due! People have spent a lot of time blaming God for everything bad. How come the Devil rarely gets the blame? And he’s the one who is behind most of the evil on this fallen planet!

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Well, maybe this little e-book has given us this narrow examination of Lucifer, and how he operates in this fallen world.

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But it seems that Satan gets “let off the hook” almost 100% of the time.

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And why?

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Well, it really seems like anyone who even dares to mention the Devil is immediately scorned, as if he’s saying, “The Devil made me do it! The Devil made me do it!” Well, maybe “The Devil did make me do it!” is a much truer statement than most people think! Maybe, just maybe, the Devil is making a lot of people do a whole lot of things in this world, that they might not otherwise do! Not that we’re just “little ol’ innocent bystanders“! Not saying that!

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But when you stand back and see giant societal movements coming in and back out again, like the waves of the ocean, it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? At least it should make a person wonder.

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But hey! People, for the most part, don’t like to entertain such ideas.

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Nevertheless, the almost flawless orchestration of political and social phenomena in this world, is just too well-orchestrated to chalk off as being merely, “a coincidence”. And the horrendous depths to which so much evil sinks to, makes it quite impossible to believe that there’s no literal Satan! He just has to exist! This extremely evil world is proof-positive that Satan does indeed exist!

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But hey, for the past 8 or so months, I was freely conversing with an evil spirit on a daily basis!

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For my own self, I didn’t need any further proof!

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“BIG-MEANIE-IN-SKY?”…

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Anyway, back to the story.

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So as soon as my counselor told me this story of Job and how http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hans_Thoma_Jupiter.jpgJob was tempted to blame God, something happened. A strange phenomenon began to occur within me. From that moment forward, I began to become tempted to blame God whenever anything bad happened. And yet, before I heard this story of Job, it never even occurred to me, that God was to blame!

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But now, I was always encountering this temptation: blaming God, as Satan did to Job. This became a real plague in my life. I began to think of God as a big-meanie-in-the-sky. It got so bad that I began to be tempted, “to blame God for even a hang-nail” (as the saying goes)!

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But these were temptations. I’m not saying I gave into those temptations. But I’m not saying that I didn’t give into a few of them, either.

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Ch. 30  “Goodbye Cruel World!”

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Will Chuck take that final plunge over the falls? Will the voice be gone forever? Read and find out!

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Ch.28 “Hellen Ashes”

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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 summertiThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893me…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!

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“Why Don’t We (NOT) Do It in The Road!?”

(Title of 1968 Beatles song with the word, “NOT” added by this website)

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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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CHAPTER 28:

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“HELLEN ASHES”…  

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June 1980

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“BABY COME BACK!!!”…

(1977 song by Player)

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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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800px-Volkswagen_Beetle_wikipedia public domainBut 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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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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“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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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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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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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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“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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“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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“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,

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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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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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Ch. 27: “Coming to America”

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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Well, at least, this is what I was being told by the unseen ones, who were making my life an absolute hellish nightmare!

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Yes, I was informed that I had been brought back to earth to begin paying for Adolph’s crimes. This is what this powerful spirit-being was now telling me!

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And this invisible spirit-entity kept up his condemnation and threats about all the horrible things I must endure in the near future. I spent the next day or two, walking aimlessly through the neighborhoods of this quaint little Guatemala City residential subdivision, listening to his, “hell-fire torments”, and his, “damning condemnations”!

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Fortunately this month-long “vacation” was just about to come to an end.

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And this had truly been the proverbial, “Vacation From Hell”!

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But this was no proverb! (Or so it seemed to me.)

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No, this truly was a nightmarish, “Vacation IN Hell”, brought upon me courtesy of these invisible super-beings, whom the Bible refers to as, “evil angels”! (Psalm 78:49)

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‘COMING TO AMERICA’ …

(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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Devil-goat wikipedia public domainBut finally it came time to go home. And it was only hours until the plane-flight departure.

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I decided to go for another walk, to use up the remaining hours here in “The Land of Eternal Spring” (in my case, “The Land of Eternal Torment”). And so, I began walking on a busy street in an older commercial area. I was totally crushed by Satan’s overwhelming accusations. Nevertheless, I wanted to get back to America…in the worst way! As beautiful as Guatemala’s scenery may have been… I just wanted to be back home! And now our 30-day “vacation” was almost over…thank God!

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This truly was the ultimate Vacation From Hell! Not to cast any negative aspersions on that beautiful little country. As a matter of fact, I would recommend anyone to take a vacation there in Guatemala. JUST DON’T TAKE THE DEVIL WITH YA, WHEN YA GO!!

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“THE ORANGE CRUSH”…

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But I had little hope!

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Yeah, my few remaining strands of hope had all but vanished away from my sight! Hope was nowhere to be found. And mercy? As the Devil said on that boat-ride to that Belize Cay…“Mercy? Oh Mercy is just a lady that lives down the street!”

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There were only more bad times waiting for me when I would get back to the USA!

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As I walked along a busy multi-lane street, there was a big billboard (not this picture) which had a large picture of an orange. It was advertising the soda pop called, “Orange Crush” (mostly written in Spanish, of course).

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But as I passed by this large billboard, the Devil began taunting me, saying, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!” And, “‘Orange’ you sorry that you were Adolph Hitler?” He kept repeating this line to me, “Just wait for the big ‘Orange Crush’, Chuck!”.

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“What’s this “Orange Crush” stuff all about!?”, I asked myself. And so these threats just made things even more hopeless! “Just wait for the big Orange Crush, Chuck!” Did this cryptic message mean that something was going to crush me? “What’s the ‘Orange Crush’ all about!?”

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Orange Crush Ad – 1921 – WIKIPEDIA – PUBLIC-DOMAIN

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THE BIG 8/23 SKIDOO!

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http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/File:Devil-goat.jpgAs I kept walking, he also began scaring me about another thought. There must have been some reason why he began warning me about the “big 8/23 Skidoo”. He kept repeating about the 8/23 Skidoo, as if that meant I was gonna be annihilated on that date, or something. Maybe he was talking about August 23rd. Because August being the 8th month of the year would be 8/23. And it was now June. So August was only months away! I just couldn’t tell for sure, and he just wasn’t revealing what he meant.

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But I did know that “23 Skidoo” was an old saying that someone was going to be swept away, or cleared out as though they were dirt. And so I began to think that this was some sort of reference to my being swept off the face of the Earth. “So what’s the Big 8/23 Skidoo all about?”

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“DIRT POOR, BUT HAPPY!”

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As I kept walking down this busy street, I passed by various shops.

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I just happened to stop by one shop and looked through a barred window at a woman inside, sweeping her shop floor…a dirt floor!

Dirt Floor & Happy

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She carefully swept the dirt in the same direction, so that the lines from the broom bristles created a very straight pattern, all in the same direction. Of course if someone walked on this dirt floor, it obviously would make footprints over the pattern. But that didn’t seem to discourage her!

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As I looked into the window of her shop, I really, really, envied this person! She’s probably very happy. She has everything! She has her health! She has the sunlight! She has the rain! She has hope for tomorrow! Yes, and she probably has her family. Maybe she even has the Lord and His wonderful gift of Everlasting Life!

 

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THE LOWEST OF THE LOW!

.Chuck in Dumpster

I, on the other hand, was like that comedy skit (see Chapter 1) in which the comedian ended up in a dumpster, having lost every worldly possession! Now I was virtually in the same position as the comedian in the skit.

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Oh no, I wasn’t literally in a dumpster. But believe me, I would’ve traded places with any dumpster-diving hobo out there in the world, at this moment! Yeah, even a lowly tramp’s life would be infinitely better than what I was now facing…eternal hell-fire as I went through the ages, being punished for my past crimes!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“But not without a star…Free!”

(lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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Yeah, this “dirt-poor” Guatemalan lady was infinitely wealthier than me! I had nothing! I had no future! I had no hope! No God! I only had an “eternal pay-back” ahead of me! I must pay for countless ions of time, for the crimes I committed!

Dirt Floor & Happy.

It’s one thing to be sick, or homeless, or whatever. But it’s quite another thing to be without hope! That’s the one thing you don’t ever want to lose! Hope!

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My star had fallen. Her star was shining brightly. She was free! I was in prison! Yeah, the bars on her window almost seem as if they were the bars of my own prison cell…in the Devil’s prison for the damned!

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Yeah, and even in her so-called “poverty”, she was infinitely richer than me…and…FREE!

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“KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKIN’ ON HEAVEN’S DOOR!” (no, rather, I’m knock, knock, knockin’ on HELL’S door!)

(Title of the 1973 Bob Dylan Song with parenthesis comment added by me)

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Now I saw this relatively poor country in an entirely new light! Now it looked rich…compared to me! I suppose it’s much the same for any dying person. The richest person on earth becomes the poorest of the poor, when knocking on Eternity’s Door. Everybody seems rich, when you’re just about to die! All those “poor” people you once pitied are now shaking their heads out of sheer pity for you!

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You’re just a lowly beggar on that day!

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PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES

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Thinking back on my life, I now realized I should have invested all my money in long-term investments, back in the days when I had the chance to! Instead of investing in real estate here on this, Terra-not-so-Firma, I should have rather invested in the Rock! You know, like Prudential advert_1909-wikipedia-US-public-domainthat old ad… “Invest in the rock…the Prudential Rock!” Well, as good as an investment company that it might be, there is a much more prudent Rock to invest in. It’s called “The PRUDENTIAL ROCK OF AGES!” And it pays long-term dividends. Really long-term dividends! LIKE, ETERNAL LIFE DIVIDENDS!!

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Ah, but here again, my Grandpa Frank was correct in that little saying of his… “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride!” Now it was too late to think about all that! Now I was doomed! Now I was condemned! Now my number had come up, and there was nothing I could do about it! I had my chances! But I let them slip through my fingers like ropes of sand!

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Oh yeah, people tried to tell me about Jesus! But I just didn’t listen! I had too much going for me in this world! Why worry about some “pie-in-the-sky-in-the-sweet-by-and-by”? After all, I was a young guy! I didn’t need God! All that religious stuff was for losers in life! I was a winner! I had another 50 or 60 years ahead of me! And that’s a long, long time!

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Isn’t it?

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Well isn’t it?

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“MYSTERY SOLVED: “RUE, RUE, RUE!!!”

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When I got back to Becky’s parent’s home, everyone was busy getting ready. Dorcas, the parrot, who was so shy for the entire 30 days, was not so shy anymore! No! He was now pacing back and forth on his perch like an expectant father, crying “Rue! Rue! Rue!!” . I thought to myself, “That’s the same word that the crazy guy (I call him, “Mr. Applewhite”) had me look at in the dictionary, back in unit 3600!” “Rue! Rue! Rue!” Dorcas cried out again. I didn’t remember what the word, “rue” meant. But whatever it meant, it freaked me out that this bird was saying that word. Was this some kind of devilish taunt? Well, why shouldn’t it be? Everything else was a devilish taunt. “Rue! Rue! Rue!” But anyway, we got all our luggage together, and out the door we went. “Rue! Rue! Rue!”, cried Dorcas the parrot.

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OK , so I just now looked it up in the dictionary. Here it is…

rue 1 v.

v.tr. To feel regret, remorse, or sorrow…

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So I guess this little parrot was prophesying to me of the ‘woe and sorrow’ that was coming on me. It was as if he, in essence, was crying… “Woe! Woe! Woe!”. And now that I think of it, there is a Bible passage which has three woes. Listen… “And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice,

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‘Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!'” Revelation 8:13. Maybe these symbolic trumpets were now sounding for me! Well, it wouldn’t be long until I found out!

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Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking! And it’s true…that word, Rue, probably means something entirely different in Spanish. But I was going through a very supernatural experience with The Unseen Spirit-Realm. So these powerful and highly intelligent, unseen spiritual beings were manipulating circumstances. And I have no doubts, that they had set up this little scenario with Dorcas, like they did everything else. Especially since “Mr. Applewhite” had shown me that very same word in the dictionary, months earlier.

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Was that just a coincidence too?

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“Rue” definition courtesy Free Online Dictionary

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THIS EVIL GENIUS, SATAN!

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Papagaio_(F%C3%AAmea)_REFON_010907.jpgAnd so, the continual taunting squawks of Dorcas the parrot had the profound effect upon me which it was intended to have! And no doubt, the unseen spiritual being who orchestrated this little terror, has also has planted his land-mines in my story.

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What I mean is this: I’m convinced that this cunning warrior named Satan…or Lucifer…or the Devil…or whatever name you wish to call him by, is an extremely artful foe! He is so far beyond our intelligence and abilities! And his army of unseen evil angels are likewise capable beyond mortal men. These beings are thousands or perhaps, hundreds of thousands of years old. Maybe millions of years old!! Who knows!? But whatever their age happens to be, none-the-less, their intellect is far, far greater than ours!

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Okay, so I got sidetracked from the point I wanted to make. I’m simply saying that it is humanly IMpossible to out-wit Satan! He covers his tracks well! And he seems to weave his attacks on people through natural occurrences, so as to cover those tracks! Anyway, I just thought you oughta be informed. Sorry.

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“…On the planes They’re coming to America! Never looking back again!”

(Lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond hit tune, “They’re Coming To America”)

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We were late to the airport. Well, we were just barely going to make it. We rushed into the terminal and to our departure-window. I just wanted to go home so bad, I could hardly stand it!

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For some reason they informed us that we might have to wait for another day or two. When I heard this, I began objecting. I wasn’t gonna stay here another day! I WANTED OUTA HERE…NOW!

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After my loud objections, and after some more conference and confusion, they cleared the way. We were told we could board the plane. And so we did.

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Goodbye to this, “Vacation from Hell”.

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And, “Hell-o America!”

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“THEY’RE COMING TO AMERICA”…

(Title of the 1980 Neil Diamond hit song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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The jet began charging down the runway. I had absolutely none of the fear of crashing, as I normally would. At this particular moment, I couldn’t have cared less whether the plane crashed or not!

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Compared to the last 30 days, I supposed that, CRASHING WOULD’VE BEEN FUN!!!

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As the charging plane began ascending, the passengers looked back down at this beautiful little country fading from their view. But I likely just sank back in my seat and closed my eyes and sighed a long sigh, in relief. This nightmare was over! And I, no doubt, merely sat there and thought about all the horrors I had just gone through: The Torture of Noises, the truck with Nazi-Like Soldiers, eating my own feces (at least it was MY dung, and not another’s!), and all the continuous talking, talking, talking, as I walked through the neighborhoods… continuously condemning me in my head. Plus the various phenomena such as Right Turns Only Phenomenon, and the screams of, “Rue, Rue, Rue” of Dorcas the Parrot. The various lightning storms, during which the Devil condemned me. And all the other unmentioned torments that I suffered over the last 30 days. This was truly the “Vacation From Hell” (or rather, “IN Hell)!

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But soon we were up in the air. I probably looked down at the beautiful little country. The Land of Eternal Spring. But as I’ve already said, for me it became The Land of Eternal Fire and Brimstone! I would think back on all the beautiful places, and all the lovely people (well… mostly lovely).

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But the spirit (or spirits, plural) had turned all these otherwise nice experiences into one great big giant HELLISH NIGHTMARE!!!

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Statue_of_Liberty,_Silhouette.jpg“SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY”…

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Soon we touched down in Miami. And as we came into the terminal, we passed by a McDonald’s in the terminal. McDonald’s! What a beautiful sight! (I remember my father saying that when arriving back in America from an unpleasant vacation in another country, he actually got down and kissed the ground. At this moment, I now understood why!)

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“My country ’tis of thee
Today!
Sweet land of liberty
Today!
Of thee I sing
Today!
Of thee I sing
Today!

(Lyrics from the 1980 Neil Diamond song, “They’re Coming To America”)

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JUNE 1980

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When we got back to Klamath Falls, Becky went her way, and I went home. After several days, I pretty much figured that I’d never see her again!

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As soon as I returned, I was determined to get to a safe place, so I would check back into Unit 3600. Not only did I feel totally hopeless, but the Devil was threatening to make me do crazy things…IN PUBLIC ! Before he outright killed me! So I felt that I better get myself somewhere safe, so that I could be tormented by the spirits, and ultimately killed in a somewhat controlled environment.

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Nevertheless, I was very sad that Becky had gone. I sure didn’t blame her though! I must have been terrible company on that trip!

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Now I was all alone! No God! No hope! No Becky!

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But the spirits? Oh yeah, they were still very present! And they weren’t gonna leave me alone!

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“Farewell Becky!”

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Ch. 28 “Hellen Ashes”

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This next chapter has some very prophetic moments.

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Ch. 26: The True Meaning of “RX-7″

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Now began the start of the last leg of our return trip to Guatemala from Tikal Mayan Indian temples. And also began the climactic finale of the torment which I was experiencing on this Vacation From Hell!

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Things were going to get hotter!

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Much hotter!

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CHAPTER 26:

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The True Meaning of “RX-7″

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“RIDIN’ IN AN EX-GREYHOUND LINER”…

(play on words on lyrics from 1969 Arlo Guthrie hit, “Comin’ Into Los Angeles”)

After seeing the ruins at Tikal, and hearing about my glorious return to them (me being the reincarnation of Jesus), we began our return bus trip to Becky’s parent’s home, back in Guatemala City.

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These “Chicken Buses” as they call them, were filled to the brim with passengers. But there was room for two more (standing room only!)

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So Becky and I climbed aboard. 

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I guess I don’t need to tell you why they call them, “Chicken Buses”. But the chickens were perhaps, all sitting well-behaved in their places, in the laps of their new owners. They weren’t “flying everywhere around the place” as that old Arlo Guthrie song sang about.

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But if some of those chickens only knew where they were going, and what they’d be doing tonight, they probably would be “flying everywhere around the place!” And if I only knew where I was going, and what I’d be doing…well…like those soon-to-be-roasted chickens, there wasn’t much I could do about my situation.

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A 95 year old woman with her pet rooster. Havana (La Habana), Cuba

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HIT OVER THE HEAD WITH HITLER…ONCE AGAIN!

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This return trip got off on the wrong foot! First, we ran out of money. We asked the manager of a motel we stayed at for a twenty dollar loan. And to our amazement, this prince of a man cheerfully loaned us twenty dollars (That would be like 60 or 80 dollars in today’s money, and probably twice or three times that much in Guatemalan money!) We carefully wrote down his name and address, promising him that we’d repay him promptly. He probably realized the slim odds of ever seeing his money again!

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Never had the spirit come down on me so hard, as he did on this return trip. This was definitely a “Hitler Moment”.

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“Haven’t you considered, Chuck, that I just might not be God?”

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Well, I think I did consider this many times since the spirit first came into my life! But looking back, I’m not exactly sure about just what I was thinking, regarding the possibility that he was actually the Devil. I just can’t remember!

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream“Isn’t it possible, El-Chucko, that I might be the Devil? Well haven’t you…considered this…Mr. Adolph Hitler?”

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Now I was getting really low! Now I was sinking in despair! I remember that this return trip back to Becky’s parents was so depressing, at one point (while we stopped for a lunch break in a little village, and I walked those quaint streets of an old business section), my knees almost buckled under the weight of all his condemnation!

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PRESUMPTUOUS MOMENT…

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Later, on this, our return trip, the bus was stopped by the military. These soldiers were all holding rifles. They commanded everyone to get off the bus. We were told to line up, so they could check our identification for some unknown reason.

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But since I was dealing with beings of a much higher authority than these soldiers, I simply had no fear of them. I felt like I was impervious to anything at this point. And in my presumptuous arrogance (and reckless disregard), I decided to just sit down, while everyone else stood up. After all, what more could these soldiers do to me beyond what these spirits were already doing to me?

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And so I just sat there, while they went down the line-up of people, checking I.D.. The soldiers looked at this stupid Americano (me), just sitting there defiantly on the ground. For a moment they looked angry, until one of them, perhaps, made some joke about me, I suppose, and they all laughed. After inspecting each person’s papers, they let us go. I was probably very fortunate to not incur their wrath.

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Without a joke to diffuse that potentially volatile moment, I could have gotten myself into some serious trouble!

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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Clinton_09.jpg?uselang=eo“NOW THAT I CAN DANCE!” (with red ants in my pants!)

(Lyrics from the 1962 Contours hit, “Do You Love Me?” with parenthesis comment by Author)

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After the soldiers left, the passengers were given some time for a break, before returning to the bus. And having to go to the bathroom, I saw some bushes off the road a-ways. I went over where I could have privacy. But after pulling my pants back up, I noticed something biting my rear end. I soon realized that I somehow acquired Red Ants from those bushes. And now they were biting me!

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I’m not sure about the story-relevance of this moment, nevertheless it hurt! But I managed to get them all off, rather easily and quickly! And then I returned to the bus. 

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But anyway, concerning my encounter with those soldiers, I eventually learned not to do foolish things, presuming that God is always going to protect me.

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There’s an old saying, “discretion is the better part of valour.” But I’d like to add this to that saying, “…But presumption is a worse part of stupidity.” 

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Stupid, young, me!

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“DESTROYED OR LACK OF KNOWLEDGE”…

Hosea 4:6

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By the time we arrived back at Becky’s parent’s house, it was probably pretty late. Clouds made the dark Guatemalan skies even darker. As I remember, the spirit was back on his assertion that I was Jesus (in a former life). I didn’t know what to think! How in the world are you gonna argue with a spirit? How in blazes can you resist a spirit’s wisdom? I had absolutely no protection against the spirit’s assertions! I sure wish I had known my Bible! The following verse really says it all…

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“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might.

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Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

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against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

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Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day…”

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Ephesians 6:10-13

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Oh, if only I had put on this armor! If only I’d been a Christian. But alas, “If wishes were horses, then beggars could ride”, as my Grandpa Frank used to say. But alas, it was much too late to think about this!

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Anyway, this thought about God’s armor didn’t even enter my mind! I knew nothing about any such armor! Nor did I know anything about the Bible, nor how it could protect a person from spiritual wickedness. I didn’t even believe there was such a thing as “spiritual wickedness” until just about 7 months earlier!

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For more information on God’s Armor, please go to signsofheaven.org, and read… “Orion & The Armor of God”

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“THE ULTIMATE RUDE AWAKENING!”…

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The next morning, back at Becky’s parent’s home, I opened my eyes to hear the ultimate rude awakening by the following pronouncement…

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”YOU WERE ADOLPH HITLER…AND I’M THE DEVIL!!!”

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I sat up in bed! This announcement couldn’t have been more shocking had someone thrown a live grenade in my lap! I just knew this pronouncement was for real! I realized that there wasn’t gonna be any more guessing games about who I was!

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“You are the unluckiest SOB that ever walked the face of the Earth! You have been brought back so we can punish you, you no good “&^%$#@!—S–O–B!!” Now you are going to pay for all those Jews! Now God is going to make you return three million times to pay for what you did! Three million Jews! You murdered three—million—Jews!! And don’t think you can pray to God. God won’t hear your prayers. God hates you, Adolph! God hates you with a passion! And He can’t wait for you to get off of this planet!”

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I threw on my clothes and hurried out to the living room. And just as I entered the living room, a very loud “musical” horn honked to some tune like the first line of the old tune “Dixie”. This startled me, because I’d never heard a musical horn up to this point in time (remember, this was 1980).

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And to my amazement, as the horn honked, I saw outside, a military truck with soldiers, or police riding by in the open back-bed…ALL WEARING NAZI HELMETS! I just about fell over in stark terror at the scene of Nazi soldiers riding by on a military truck outside the window.

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“That’s right Adolph. We got every thing prepared in advance for this special homecoming. We arranged this little surprise party just for you—Adolph Hitler. We brought you back here to Guatemala. Even threw in the Nazi Helmets to boot. Get it Chuck? To boot? To boot, as in Nazi Jack-boots. That’s supposed to be funny, Adolph…Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…uh hum (pretending to clear his throat). OK, I guess that wasn’t so funny!! OK, so sue me, Adolph! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

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The spirit bombarded me with one terrifying thought after another! He presented many possible punishments that I would have to endure, throughout the ions of time. I had to pay for three million Jews (three million was the number of Jews killed according to many back then. At least, that’s the number I heard back in those days. Nowadays, the estimates are much higher.)

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“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay for a lo-o-o-o-ng time! And with all the other people you killed in the war…I suppose that adds up to about double the lives…say six million lives. And if you add let’s say, 40 years times 6 million souls…that means you’re gonna be paying for at least 240 million years.”

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At this point, I returned to my bedroom, and sat down to listen to this outrageous and terrifying scenario which this spirit began to paint. The spirit was now telling me that God wished for me to begin paying right now, for all the sins I committed in this, my present life. Yes, my first punishment would be for my own sins, not yet for Adolph’s sins…

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“Let’s see now. Since you had such a good eye for deals and steals on houses…why don’t we take out your right eye!?! And don’t worry. We’ll be glad to give you all the help you need to cut it out.” And I knew this spirit could deliver what he promised!

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“And since you liked to give women the “bird”…why don’t we take off that bird finger!?!”

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I was sinking lower and lower with each new punishment pronounced against me! And on and on he went, about all the punishments that were waiting in store for me! I don’t know how long this went on. Maybe an hour or two. No, now that I think of it, this went on all day, as I began to take walks through the neighborhood. And as I walked, the spirit condemned. I was being crushed under the weight of this devilish condemnation to the point that my body got so weak, to the point of urinating. But I didn’t.

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Nevertheless, something was awaiting me a lot worse than urine! 

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MORE “HORROR-DUERVES”…

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So after enduring this long list of horrors and promises of him maiming me, The Devil continued…“God hates you, you dirty scum! We can’t wait to get your filthy carcass off this planet! Eat s&%$#t! you no good rat! No I’m serious! Eat s&%$#t!, Adolph!”

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The spirit was now compelling me to go into the bathroom and do just that. And so I did. I didn’t eat a whole lot. But just one piece of feces. But it was enough to make me wretch. But I didn’t.

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After this, I leaned on the bathroom sink, and coughed and spit and dry-heaved. I then washed out my mouth.

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Just remembering this disgusting moment makes me sick. But what are ya gonna do when the Devil talks to you?

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I was that, “Ya-Prayed-too-late!” man in the unnerving song, “Sinnerman”.

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I was that pleading-for-mercy-rich-man-in-Hell”, from that Bible parable!!!

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OUR EX-HEAVEN….

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The Devil continued…“And ya wanna know what that little black coffin you drive is all about? Here’s the real meaning. It doesn’t stand for Rx-7 as in prescription drugs. And it doesn’t stand for “Our Ex-Seven”, as in your ex-lucky number. No, no, no, no, no-o-o-o! It stands for… ‘OUR….EX….HEAVEN’!!” That’s right, Chucky, ‘El-F——y’! This Earth was your heaven! But now it’s your “EX” heaven! It’s now your HELL! And ‘to Hell with this B——-t’ !!”

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(Just a note of context, the words, “To Hell with this B——-t” were the last words which one of my two Grandfathers was purported to have said just before he took his own life with a gun, some years earlier. You see, my poor old Grandpa Bill’s body was riddled with cancer, and he was on powerful hallucinogenic medications (Percodan, etc….) when he took his own life. So I knew exactly what the spirit was referring to, with that comment! He was making reference that I, like my Grandpa Bill, was on my way to Hell)

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To Hell with you, you piece of  s&^%$#@t!. This is your EX-HEAVEN you SOB! Get off this planet!! GET OFF THIS G..D… PLANET!!!”

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The shouts of this demonic force possibly kept reverberating in my mind…or at least they should have…

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“This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

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This is OUR EX-HEAVEN!!!”

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The spirit began to…OK I guess I don’t have to call him “the spirit” anymore. Now I can call him by his rightful name: The Devil. You know…ol’ “L.S.D.” (Lucifer—Satan—The Devil). He was now “out of the closet” as the current saying goes! I guess I suspected it all along. No, he wasn’t as everyone thinks he is. As I had found out over the past months, besides being evil, he could also be downright funny when he wanted to. He could be charming if it suited his purpose. He could behave warm and graciously if he needed to. The Devil could come off any ol’ way he chose to.

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If only I knew these Scriptures! I might have been able to shield myself from this 7 month-long deception!

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But now the Devil didn’t need to fool me. No more did he have to pretend to be anything other than he really was…the Devil!

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Now he could be just plain ol’ Satan. Now he could be as mean and as nasty and as evil as he really is!

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It’s amazing to meet someone who is totally evil and is very content to be totally evil! Very few humans wish to be thought of as totally evil. Most people would like others to like them. Even your average Satan worshipers try to be somewhat likable. It’s seldom that you find someone who really tries to be as evil as they possibly can be! Oh, I suppose it happens in the movies. But not very often in real life! So when the Devil has no reason to be nice, he no longer needs to pretend to be good.

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3,000,000+  RE-INCARNATIONS…

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The Devil frightened me with the prospect of how many lives I would have to live, in order to pay for all those Jews I murdered. He told me that there were planets all over the universe. He told me that I would be re-incarnated on many different planets, in order to repay for my countless crimes. I would come back in many different life-forms, under the worse conditions. “Yes ‘Chucky-You-^!$#y’, you will be re-incarnated out there in the universe. And then you will pay for your crimes in a different way, in each life you will live. Three million Jews! Three million excruciatingly torturous lives! Three million planets. And another three million for all the others you killed!” (Now as I’ve already said, the current estimates are six million Jews killed. But back then, I believe, the general consensus was three million. But I could be wrong.)

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THE DEVIL’S DOG…

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The next terror began as this Devil announced to me, “You, El-Chucko are, “The Devil’s Dog!” And as the Devil’s Dog, he would use me as his “beast of burden”, so to speak. I would be kicked, and whipped, and treated as his favorite “object of abuse”. And so far, considering what I’d been through for seven months, I had no doubts I was indeed, The Devil’s Dog!

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DEVIL’S DOG ORIGIN…

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Now, prior to all this, I had no idea that there was such a thing as the Devil having a dog! Of course, prior to all this, I was instructed by society, that the “Devil” was just a myth! There really was no Devil! He simply is the product of religious folklore!

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But now I knew that he does indeed exist! And let me tell you, if the Devil tells you he has a dog, who am I to argue!?!

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Of course, I could’ve argued about ME being the Devil’s Dog! But I had never even heard of the Devil really talking with a human. That was just something only seen in horror movies. The Twilight Zone! So I just figured that if the Devil was talking with me, it must be something “really big!”

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So with all this horror rolling around in my head, I just had to conclude that, yes, I probably was the Devil’s Dog.

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DEVIL SPECIFIC OR DEVIL GENERIC?…

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And while we’re on the subject, I assumed he was the Devil. At this time I didn’t realize that there were many devils. So if I say Devil, it may be just a generic devil. Or it might be The Devil, Lucifer. I don’t know. So you decide for yourself if it was “The Devil”, or just “a devil”.

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32 INCH BIG SCREEN VISION…

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As the condemnation continued, I was now sitting on my bed in Becky’s parent’s home. The bedroom door closed, of course! And I was being assaulted with every kind of damnation and threatening accusation you could possibly imagine!

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Eventually, the obvious question to ask him was … What will the very next planet of punishment be like as I live out my next jail-sentence?” In the flash of a moment, there appeared on the white plaster wall of my bedroom, an image. It was about 2 or 3 feet long, and not quite as high. It was a very faint image. It looked like a Spanish town from back, probably in the 1800′s. It looked like the city center of a quaint little Spanish market-place, with old-looking two-story buildings, even with balconies, as I vaguely recall. There were donkeys pulling carts, and Spanish people walking to-and-fro. It was, perhaps, the main intersection of some little Spanish city.

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But the strange part of this was that each of their faces was blurred out. So you couldn’t see their faces. Puzzling. Very puzzling!

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There were antiquated buildings in the background. It looked like a very happy scene. It was not a still picture. The people and animals were moving; just like a TV. But it wasn’t a television. Nor was it some picture on the wall. It was a 100% vision! But this vision only lasted for a few moments and then completely vanished away!

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Needless to say, I was confused by this vision. It seemed to be a hopeful picture! It actually looked like a pretty good place to live!  It didn’t go along at all with the Devil’s current barrage of condemnation. Really puzzling!

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ONE LAST PRAYER…

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I can’t honestly say how long this wake-up call from Hell lasted.

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But finally, a little “sunbeam of hope” appeared in my otherwise dark world…

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“Maybe just maybe, God might hear one last prayer. Maybe one…last…prayer.”

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“But you have to do something first, Chuck. You’re gonna have to plop down on your head just like ya did back at Unit 3600.”

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I was terrified right now at this horrible thought. Nevertheless, I still had a little hope here. After all, if God might hear just one last prayer…that’s alotta hope! A whole lotta hope! With all this condemnation going on, to have one last prayer….well…that was a very big deal!

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So to simply fall on my head as he demanded, was the only obstacle between “hope”…or “NO hope”, should I NOT fall.

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Now, I had no mind to jump as high as I did back in the hospital. I wanted to live! I didn’t want to die at this moment in time!

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Yeah, back in Unit 3600 I really-really-really wanted to die! But now my attitude was vastly different, for some unknown reason.

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But I knew I had to do what the Devil was telling me to do, if I wanted to have a prayer-of-a-chance!

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So, I glanced up to make sure no one was looking down at me from outside that little window in which Papa looked at me, during the first few days of my visit.

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Next, I got on my bed, and leaned over as close to the floor as I could, holding my hands by my side. I got so close to the hard floor, that my head was only a foot or less from the ground. I tried one time, but my hands just reached the floor and broke my fall. “That’s not good enough, Chuck. No fair using your hands!” , said the Devil, mockingly.

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And so I got back into position. I took a lot of time preparing. I didn’t want to die. So finally I leaned over and fell again. But again I used my hands to cushion the blow.

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“Nope Chuck. That’s still not good enough!. Yer gonna have to do it, over and over and over until you get it right!!”, mocked the Devil, maybe like an old-fashion, “Schoolmarm” might say!

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After several failed attempts, I finally succeeded in falling on my head with my hands by my side. I fell onto that hard, ceramic-tile floor on my head, without using my hands!

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Yeah, I fell on my head, and I wasn’t hurt. And falling over onto my back made a lot of noise, however. I was hoping that nobody in the house had heard me. “I DID IT! I FELL DOWN ON MY HEAD!!”

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“WHAT SHOULD I PRAY FOR?”

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But now I felt that I had just one prayer. Oh…I savored that opportunity! One last prayer! It was the only ray of hope remaining for me! And needless to say, it was like the juiciest and most flavorful New York Steak dinner, just awaiting for my taste-buds to delight in its consumption!

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But what should I ask for? Maybe I should ask for a long life!

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A TWO-FEET LONG CIGARETTE?

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So I got down on my knees and carefully chose my words.

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LONG LIFE?…A YACHT?….AND A BABE?…

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No, there was only one thing that was important right now; and such a wish would also buy me some much-needed time! And this one thing just might give me the knowledge that I needed, to get myself out of this impossible predicament! Because I felt that this one thing contained a lot of hope. And hope was just now in short supply. Very short supply!

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And so I prayed the following words…

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That was it! That was my last request! “Please God, let me read the whole Bible.” The Bible!

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Read the whole Bible, cover to cover!

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That was my last request!

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That was it!

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Ch. 27 “Coming To America”

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This little chapter tells of the “Orange Crush” and the “big 8/23 Skidoo” and more. Some still unanswered questions.

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Ch. 25: “ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE” CONTINUED: “TIKAL: Return O Promised One”

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Well, our “train bound for no-where” delivered us to the door-step of the little tropical paradise of Belize. 

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And up to this point in time, my “Vacation From (In) Hell” was going, so-far, about as enjoyable as perhaps… say… for instance, A SWIM IN THE LAKE OF FIRE!!!

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…All the various tormenting experiences I suffered through here in Guatemala/Belize:

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The tour of Antiqua (the insane noises),

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…or, the “Right-Turn Only” phenomenon. .

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…or the “Lost Isle of Hot Thunderbolts”.

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…or the “Fantasy Island” accusation of me murdering Mother Mary!

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Etc…etc…

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But why was all this happening?

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I had absolutely no explanation, except for the constantly changing stories which my unseen spirit “companion” was telling me!

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WHY THE CHANGE?

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And here’s another question:  “Why did the spirit change his explanation of ‘Eternal Torment in Hell’ to ‘Re-Incarnation’?”

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I was getting assaulted by these spiritual “Fiery Arrows”!

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And besides being agonizing beyond belief, it was confusing, to say the least! It was like being taken up in a “Whirlwind” a “Hellish Cyclone”!

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But it wasn’t a whirlwind or even a cyclone of my own imagination! Oh no! This all became so real, because of the manifestation of these spiritual powers, which were in full control of this cyclonic tempest which I was now caught up in!

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CHAPTER 25:

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“ON A TRAIN BOUND FOR NOWHERE” CONTINUED:

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TIKAL…

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”RETURN O PROMISED ONE!” 

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THE ROLLER-COASTER RIDE TO HELL-AND-BACK!

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We continued on our journey toward the Tikal ruins.

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But Becky had set up another side-adventure. This little excursion began when we climbed into a long narrow boat.

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Our guide was taking us to… somewhere.

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But, instead of enjoying this boat-ride, I was so preoccupied with the spirit, I really didn’t know nor even care where I was going! Either I was Jesus, or I was Hitler. Hitler or Jesus! Jesus or Hitler!

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These were his on-going assertions and assaults whirling about in my head like a Midwest tornado!

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And so, as our guide took us up and down the channel of some river, the spirit was taking me up and down on a spiritual roller-coaster ride, to Hell and back!

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THE IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS

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But though I was being plagued by the spirit, I was still aware enough to remember riding in this boat (actually a very long and wide motorized canoe) along the banks of a jungle. And I do remember that we came to the ruins of an old fortress which was built at a point of an entrance to the ocean.

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As I remember, we got out and walked around this fortress. Or maybe we didn’t. But nevertheless, this great stone-and-mortar citadel had probably stood silent for centuries. There was no town nor even any sign of human life anywhere.

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This strong fortress, no doubt, protected a people from their enemies. Well, it looked like it did, for maybe centuries! But now it stood as silent as the stones it was built with!

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Yes, these individuals conquered every enemy but one: “Father Time”. Oh yes, Father Time had won the final battle.

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THE ‘PROMISED ONE’ FINALLY ARRIVES…

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WHOOPS! JUST A MILLENNIUM TOO LATE! 

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And so, eventually we finally arrived at Tikal. Again, it was like a jungle. And very beautiful! We rented a sleeping bungalow at the park. It was really nice, with a thatched roof and open-air style, but with bug screens. It was really a very well run park. All the grass and shrubs were nicely trimmed. All the accommodations well-cared-for. 

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The next morning, after eating a big buffet breakfast with all sorts of fresh fruit and granola and pastries, we went for a tour of the ruins. Not a guided tour: just our own personal walking-tour (I was never the type to want to be in a structured setting).

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There were beautiful and colorful tropical birds in the trees. There were little monkeys in the trees too.

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Walking along the big wide pathway, we came upon the ruins. This was definitely a Jesus day. It was not a Hitler day. And the spirit was really laying it on thick...

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“Oh Chuck, these people built all these temples for you. You were the long-awaited One!”

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As I walked along, trying to see all these grand structures, the spirit was now in high gear, plaguing me with comments, questions, assertions, and things I couldn’t combat nor resist! He was really talking up a storm on this particular day! But as I said, it was mostly benign conversation at this moment, even though it was driving me crazy.

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THE MAYAN RUINS

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These temples had been mostly buried for many centuries, partly by dirt, partly by shrubs and trees, but mostly by that ultimate bury-er, “Father Time”.

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But somebody finally discovered them in the mid-nineteenth century, and they were uncovered and eventually made into this incredible park in the mid-twentieth century!

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These Mayan ruins have enough to see that really makes it an awesome sight for any tourist! I only wish I could have seen it under different circumstances!

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THE “PROMISED ONE” CLIMBS JAGUAR TEMPLE…

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In the main plaza, was a courtyard, surrounded with various temples. But the main temple seemed to be the Jaguar Temple, towering above all the rest. I decided to climb the steps of this temple.

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As I ascended up these ancient temple steps, the spirit was telling me that these ancient Mayans built this temple, in hopes that, some day, the long-awaited Messiah would come here. And me, being “Jesus”, was the fulfillment of their prophetic hopes (of course, I was obviously late in arriving, by a millennium or so! “Oops! Sorry guys!”)

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I finally reached the top. I stood there on high, gazing out across this very grand and impressive temple complex, the spirit telling me, no, SCHMOOZING me, perhaps, something like this: “Oh Chuck! Oh Jesus! This is such a long-awaited moment! You…Jesus Christ, have returned! I think I’m gonna cry! I’m getting all choked up! Somebody give me a hankie!” As he was saying these kinds of similar things, I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or not. But by now, I was extremely suspicious about anything he said! 

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THE “PROMISED ONE” HAS A MARLBORO MOMENT…

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Now, whether or not I was Jesus, I couldn’t honestly say, as I listened to his non-stop rhetoric. After all, I didn’t know a single thing about the Bible! So what could I do, except to just take the spirit’s word!? Or not take it! And frankly, he changed his story so many times, I didn’t really know what to think or believe!

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Because, “Choice B” was that I was Hitler (in my previous life).

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Well, after the cigarette, there wasn’t much else to do up there. (That door at the top, in the above photo, was just a “dead end”, and it was really disappointing that there were no inner-doors nor some secret descending inner-stairway.)

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And so I began my descent the same way I came up.

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But just as soon as I tried to take my first step downward, I immediately realized that these steps were tall and narrow! And very steep! And it made me somewhat dizzy, trying to descend.

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So I decided to scoot down on my rear end, one step at a time. I’m sure this proud civilization, had they been here to behold their “messiah”, would’ve been scratching their heads, and shrugging their shoulders at me. I, no doubt, would’ve been a big disappointment to them, as I cautiously scooted myself down these steps.

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“Some Messiah!”, I probably thought to myself.

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To tell you the truth, I was even embarrassed at myself for being so wimpy about my descent! But hey…better to be a safe messiah, rather than a dead one! Right? And I was frankly glad these ancient people weren’t around anymore! The embarrassment over my less-than-majestic-descent woulda been much-too-much!

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(Just a point of interest. I heard later, on the news, that these steps were closed to the public after someone had fallen to their death while, no-doubt, walking down these steep steps!)

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And so, looking back on all this, as I stood high atop this grand monument, all the while being told that this was all built for me, was likewise exhilarating! And though these Mayan ruins were truly the highlight of this…uh…“vacation”, the next days and weeks would bring me down, down, down, to the depths of Hell! And if ever there was some self-aggrandizing moment in which I had developed any sort of ego bubble, the spirit was standing by with a very big and extremely sharp needle, eagerly waiting to burst it!

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“HOW DOTH THE CITY SIT SOLITARY, THAT WAS ONCE FULL OF PEOPLE”…

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Did they move on because of some famine or pestilence? Did they become a licentious society, and die off from some new virus or venereal disease? Maybe their enemies became too strong and scattered them. Perhaps they simply moved on, merely ceasing from building up their ambitious society. Or maybe they just crumbled from “the enemy-within“.

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http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Temple_of_the_Great_Jaguar.jpgAnd so, these deserted temples remain as a now-silent monument, to a once-mighty-and-ambitious society, and a people who probably eventually gave up their pagan religion to once again return to a humble agrarian culture.

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Now, this place was totally deserted (except for us tourists). I mean, here was a bunch of nice old buildings (Oh yeah…fixer-uppers, to be sure…but with a whole lotta potential for temple-flipping!). You’d think that somebody woulda taken over this town, wouldn’t you?

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My guess is, that the man on the train had been here too! You know, the hit man on the “train bound for nowhere” (see previous chapters).

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I guess that the Destroyer has been paying visits to disobedient cities and states…and nations, for a long, long time!

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This guy named Apollyon …he really gets around, doesn’t he!?!

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The DestroyerBut if they will not obey, I will utterly pluck up and destroy that nation, saith the LORD…the ‘Destroyer’…is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.” 

Jeremiah 4:7 & 12:17 

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Ch. 26 “RX-7″

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Finally I find out what “RX-7” actually means!