Ch. 13: “Silent Night”

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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CH. 13: “SILENT NIGHT”…

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About December 23rd, 1979

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A TIME OF REST…

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I had been in the hospital since the middle of November. It was now almost Christmas. As far as the staff was concerned, I was greatly improved.

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I desperately wanted to get out of the hospital. My family was planning to spend Christmas at my Aunt and Uncle’s cabin at the Oregon coast.

 

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Finally at the last moment, I was released.

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We went to Lincoln City, on the coast. Oh you can’t imagine just how absolutely great it felt to walk out of that hospital, free at last! And to hop into my RX-7 and zoom off? Well, it was like the first time I drove it, all over again! Not to mention that being outside in the fresh air, once again, was like being born all over again! Oh yeah, I was still pretty shaken up over what I had been through, for the last two months! Oh yeah, I would never be the same, ever again. But, the torment had stopped! For now!

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AT THE COAST

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There were two houses next to each other. My brother and I stayed in one (He’s probably the only one who could have handled me at that point in time).

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Not that I was hard to manage. I was just extremely sullen, melancholy, and quiet. I was still reeling and rocking from the past 50 or so, days!

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Photo above by Scott Catron share-alike. Click here for link.

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OREGON COAST…

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The Oregon coast is fantastic! And is one of my favorite places to be! I learned to appreciate the coast as a kid. My Parents or Grandparents would sometimes drive the 50 miles from our hometown of Salem, Oregon to stay in a rented cabin at Newport or Lincoln City. We kids would play on the beach for hours, and jump into the surf. I would suppose that there is no greater natural beauty to be found anywhere in the world. The entire Oregon coast is an amazing drive! As long as you don’t mind lots of rain, or lots of fog! Sunny days there are at a premium!

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Now, Lincoln City is not such a big town. At least it wasn’t back at this time. But it was long. It lay smack-dab on Highway 101, in Northern Oregon. And Lincoln City is a conglomerate of several smaller towns (Nelscot, Taft, Delake (short for “Devil’s Lake”), Oceanlake, Cutler City, etc… So it is five or so miles long! And much of it is cliffs above the awesome and blue Pacific Ocean.

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And there are many little tourist shops along Highway 101, and even some tiny salt-water taffy factories (shops) along that five-mile stretch. And there’s a lot of nice beaches, just right for agate-hunters, and clam-diggers, and long walks along the beach. And it’s a great old fishing mecca! And Lincoln City has a lot of fine old houses and cabins. But I haven’t been there for some years, so it’s probably changed now.

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Now concerning the weather at the Oregon coast. That’s a different story. It rains. And it rains. And it rains and rains and rains. And when it isn’t raining, it’s foggy—or overcast with clouds. Or windy. Oh yes, there are sunny days at the Oregon coast. Maybe 25 percent of the year. Well, I might be overstating the situation. But the Oregon coast weather keeps a lot of people away. (Nevertheless, I couldn’t find any public domain photos with stormy weather, even though I tried. But I did manage to find some that were from within a few blocks away from the cabin. Here they are.)

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”SO FAR WAY”…

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During this time, I returned to my former condition. It seemed like the spirit had left for good. While I was in a very quiet and melancholy state, it http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Northern_Oregon_Coast.jpgjust seemed that all the spiritual battle was behind me.

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The 50 days had been like a spiritual Armageddon. It was like being picked up in a giant cyclone for over 6 weeks. And now I was let down to the ground once again. This spiritual holocaust was now behind me. And if ever there’s a place for the human spirit to heal, there’s no better place than the Oregon coast. The solitary beaches. The timeless roaring of the waves. The sounds of gulls as they sweep back and forth above the shoreline, hoping for a new morsel of food to show up. It really felt weird to not feel the presence of this spirit(s).

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I remember looking over the cliff down at the vast ocean below. A very strange feeling came over me. It was so peaceful, and yet something was missing. The spiritual battle and the spirits themselves seemed so far away now. It was like Heaven and Hell, and the battle of Armageddon had just picked up and left!

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And so, all that was left was silence in the former battlefield of my mind! Yeah, this battlefield now lay desolate! And all that remained were many dead bodies strewn from one end to the other: the bodies of all my former atheistic ideas and philosophies, and other misguided notions, I had learned over the years!

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And now, just the timeless roaring of the waves, and the sound of the gulls as they swept back and forth above the shoreline. It just didn’t feel right. Even though, to a certain degree, I felt like my old self again, I didn’t feel right for some reason. Something was missing!

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Picture of Lincoln City area courtesy Wikipedia. Share-alike license. Click here for link. 

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THE GULL

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Another foggy day . The rain had stopped—for a while. But the air was heavy with the cold, wet mist. The gulls were now making their endless sweeps along the shore-line. The tide had receded, leaving a table of food for the gulls.

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Down below, a solitary form lay atop a mound of rock, close to the incoming surf. A few of the gulls, seeing, swept down for a closer inspection. The wounded bird down there, lifted up its head as if to remember its former friends, who were still making their coastline inspections. 

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But just then, another great wave swept over the wounded bird, causing the bird to hurt once again with its open wounds. Besides being caught in a large piece of fish net, the bird had a fish hook caught in its flesh. The pain made each moment seemed like an hour!

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It had struggled to get free. But it was totally helpless! And now the tide was once again coming back in, sweeping over the bird. Wave after wave swept over the bird. (“Thy wrath lies hard upon me, and Thou hast afflicted me with all Thy waves. Selah.” Psalm 88:7) 

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Finally the night came. The full Moon stood watch high above the dark blueness of the sea.

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The exhausted bird just lay there throughout the night. And just before the morning, even the Moon turned away his face from the gull, toward the East, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the morning Sun, as He (the Moon) resumed His appointed place once again.

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But in the early morning hours, just as the Sun shone His bright rays through the heavy mist, a dark silhouette blocked the Sun’s rays.

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The bird was tired. Too tired to struggle. Too weak to flee from this dark enemy! And as he laid there, knowing it had arrived at the end, a large, wrinkled hand reached down and lifted up the bird. But before the bird knew what happened, the Fisherman was out of sight. The gull was surprised that this strange form was gone, but hadn’t killed the gull! The bird realized it was now free from both the hook, as well as the net. The bird began hobbling over the rocks until he finally came to one great rock by a large drift log. A quiet place to sit. To heal. To rest until it r

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The cool breezes seemed to sooth and restore this bird. The old fisherman had given it a second chance. It would soon again be flying.

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USA Oregon Newport Yaquina Head Light Seagull  wikipedia GNU Free Documentation License

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CONCLUSION…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgLooking back on those “mental ward games”, as I earlier said, they seemed to be a weird sort of analogy to the Gospel story of Lucifer’s rebellion and Christ’s redemption of the world, represented by the Ayatollah and the Shah.

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Fortunately the fate of the world didn’t rest on my shoulders, as I was led to believe by the spirits. And fortunately, Christ, the Son of God has already won back the world by His own sinless life here on Earth, and by His own death on the Cross. The problem is, I just didn’t know any of this at that time! So I was a real push-over for the spirits, who orchestrated that whole business back in Unit 3600.  

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Public beach entrance at Lincoln City, next to chowder house. Photo courtesy Wikipedia. Share-alike license. Click here for link. Seagull photo above courtesy Wikipedia. Public domain.

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“HMM…VERY INTERESTING”…

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And just a side-note. I was much later surprised that some months later, the American hostages were finally released from Iranian Iran hostages wikipedia public domaincaptivity on the 444 day of their captivity. A spirit reminded me that 444 is two-thirds of 666. Maybe that’s just a coincidence. But it’s an interesting coincidence.

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“HMM…VERY, VERY, INTERESTING”…

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And as long as we’re talking about interesting coincidences, here’s another one for you! https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brooklyn_Museum_-_The_Bad_Rich_Man_in_Hell_(Le_mauvais_riche_dans_l%27Enfer)_-_James_Tissot_-_overall.jpgRemember how I told you that our restaurant had the address, 3600, South 6th? And of course you know that the mental ward I was in, was Unit 3600. And remember how shocked I was that our restaurant address and the mental ward I was tormented in, both had the same number, 3600?

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Now do you also recall that I mentioned that it seemed as if I was like that rich man in that parable of the Rich Man & Lazarus, who was tormented in Hell (painting to left)? And I was being tormented by fire and brimstone (spiritually, not literally)?

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Well, the other day (Fall, 2013), I was doing a word search in my Strong’s Concordance. And I just so-happened to look into the Greek for the word “Torment”. And I discovered that there are several Greek words for torment. 

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But to my amazement, it just so happens that the very Bible passage this particular Greek word #3600 (in Strong’s Concordance) is used in, is the parable of the Rich Man & Lazarus!

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Listen… “And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented (Greek word #3600) in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that you, in  your lifetime received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and you are tormented (Greek word #3600).” Luke 16:24, 25.

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Coincidence? Not a coincidence? Well, whichever way you decide, I certainly won’t argue with you! But you have to admit, it is a very, very, interesting coincident, if that’s all that it is.

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Brooklyn Museum The Rich Man in Hell James Tissot wikimedia public domain

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To go to Chapter 14, just click here…

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Ch. 14 “On Such A Winter’s Day”…

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The spirit returns. Big-time!

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