Ch. 17: “Vacation in Hell”

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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Ever had a “Vacation From Hell”? Well…I think this one will out-do yours! Because…wellThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893…just read the next few chapters and decide for yourself…

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So now it was February or March. It was now about 120 or so days after being “tossed out on my ear” from that sad and depressing “Iron-Citadel”, commonly referred to as “Atheism”.

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I was being given, not only songs from the spirit, but also being told a very elaborate narrative on just how much that God was going to bless me in the music world, which industry by the way, was greatly controlled by God Himself! WOW!!! To think that just a short time ago I was being mercilessly tormented in a mental ward by demons, swan-diving onto concrete, falling onto sharp objects, and going in and out of hellish illusions!

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And now being told that I was soon to find fame and fortune in the L.A. music scene! And if that’s not enough, I was JESUS…in a former life! This was the turn-about of all turn-abouts! It truly couldn’t get much better than this! This might possibly make that infamous “rags-to-riches” story about the “Count of Monte Cristo” look like a “pay-raise at a discount store”!

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But little did I know that I was once again to be the “butt-end of a cruel joke” by the spirits. I was being set up like a “bowling pin” by the“Unseen One” (or one(s), plural). And these very intelligent and very cunning beings were gonna take me up to the very top of the tallest temple in Belize… only to kick me down, down, down… about a couple hundred very steep steps… back onto my head! And back down into Hell once again!

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But let’s not get ahead of ourselves! Let’s back up a month or two; back to the day in February, 1980, when a very special person walked into my life…

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CH. 17: “VACATION IN HELL”

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ENTER THE LOVE INTEREST…

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During this time I began to get really lonely. I started to pray that God might bring someone into my life. One day, not too long after I began praying about this, the phone rang. It was a female voice with a very heavy accent. “Hello?” I said. I had trouble understanding what she was saying. Something about singing for some-one’s wedding. Finally, after asking her to repeat herself a number of times, I figured out that she wanted to hire me to sing at a family member’s wedding. I said “OK”.

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I’m not quite sure what happened, but before I knew it, this very pretty lady was bringing pots and pans over to my house, and cooking Spanish-style food. And so ended my loneliness problem. One less thing!

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And now I also had someone to sing my songs to. And she was convinced I was going places with my music! And so ended my lack of an appreciable audience. Two less things!

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Before I knew it, we were planning a trip to her beautiful little country of Guatemala, which borders southern Mexico and Belize. The trip was to last 30 days. This was in February. And the trip was planned for…I can’t really recall…I’m gonna say…in May. Yes I think we left in May till June. So now I could take a well-deserved “R & R” away from the horrible, horrible, torment I went through in Unit 3600! Three less things?!

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When the day came for us to leave, Becky had managed to fill a large Army-issue duffel bag with used clothes to take to the people in her father’s church in Guatemala. Her father was a pastor of a Church of God in Guatemala City. I didn’t know that this heavy bag would have to be dragged for miles…by me!

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“IT’S NOT HEAVY…IT’S MY PENNANCE !”…

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The bag seemed close to 5 feet tall, and as much as 2 feet wide. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Anyway, it was extremely heavy and just as awkward! I couldn’t believe how many clothes she got into that bag! We couldn’t even cinch up the top of the bag for all the tightly packed clothes. But bringing clothes to people was a good deed! Right? Right! And considering all the condemnation I had gone through for the last 7 months, I figured any check-marks in my plus-column couldn’t do me any harm! So I cheerfully pulled this bag along. Not a problem! And it beats playing organ in Hell! Right? (see Chapter 11, bottom of that page for explanation)

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“THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT !”

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During this time of getting to know Becky, the spirit was still communing with me. And so at various times my head would nod “yes” or “no”, or rolling my eyes, or even rolling my whole head (Well, I guess that I’ve already mentioned this phenomenon in one of the previous chapters.) But anyway, I tried as hard as I could to suppress this phenomenon. But I couldn’t stop it! I’m not sure whether Becky noticed it or not, but she made no comment about it. As I recall, the spirit would sometimes use my head to make his own commentary on what Becky was saying. So he would involuntarily roll my head back and forth, as if to say he was challenging the veracity of what she was saying. You know, as if I were rolling my eyes at something she was saying. Only he was doing it… not me! And sometimes I could just barely keep from laughing, because the spirit would make me laugh with his incredible sense of humor.

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THANK YOU…THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!…

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The spirit gave me a song one day when Becky was visiting me. The song came all of a sudden. Just spontaneously. Oh yes, it was a simple song. I suppose it’s not too much to expect that a musician could easily do this. But anyway, here it is…

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When I look into your eyes, I find myself in love—-

And when I look into your eyes, I find myself in love—

Hold me close…hold me tight…always stay with me.

Hold me close…hold me tight…say you’ll stay by me.

When I… etc, etc…

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It was a nice little song, but bothered me because it vaguely reminded me of that old Presley song, “Love Me Tender”.

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THE VACATION FROM HELL

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(or should I rather say, “in Hell”?)…

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DOUBLE PENNANCE POINTS…

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And soon came the day to depart for Guatemala. From Reno Nevada to Miami. Then from Miami to Guatemala City. And oh yes, me dragging that large, clumsy, and very heavy duffel bag through the concourse of both airports. But my heavenly brownie points were adding up fast (or so I surmised), with every huff and every puff I made.  There went me… facing backwards…pulling this Army-issue monstrosity through the airports!

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NEW REVELATION…

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The spirit began something very new with me. This new insinuation began like this… “Oh Chuckie-Me-Schmucky, have you ever considered that maybe…just maybe you weren’t Jesus Christ in a former life?”

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The spirit now had my full attention at this point… “I thought that might get your attention, Me-Chucko.”

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I was now getting really afraid. The spirit was being very threatening with these taunts… “Did you ever consider that you might not be Jesus after all? Did you ever consider that you might have been somebody else in a former life? Somebody such as…say…like…uh…Adolph…uh… Hitler?”

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OK, I was now in full throttle terror at this new revelation by my spirit “friend”.

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Anyway, this suggestive torment (or should I say, accusing torment) lasted through most of the plane trip.

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PREPARE FOR ROUGH LANDING…

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But finally, many of the passengers looked out their window to get the first glimpse of Guatemala. And we buckled our seat belts to get ready for landing. And I buckled my seat belt to get ready for what was to become the ultimate “Vacation From Hell”. Or should I say, the “Vacation IN Hell”, in spite of the fact that we were going to such a beautiful little tropical country.

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“ ONE MAN’S PARADISE IS ANOTHER MAN’S HELL”
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We arrived in Guatemala City in the afternoon. We somehow found a bus to take to her parent’s house.

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I don’t know how I got the duffel bag on this crowded bus. But I must have… somehow.

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But in a few minutes, we were rolling through the crowded streets of that great place…Guatemala City!

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Guatemala the land of Eternal Spring!

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But for me, it would be the land of ETERNAL TORMENT!

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“A MOTHER & CHILD REUNION”

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I remember that we were standing up on the bus. I don’t know. Maybe we were sitting down. The bus kept stopping to let passengers on and off.

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As the new passengers got on, all of a sudden, Becky cries out, “Mamasita! Mamasita!” I was startled. I looked to see who this person was.  It was an elderly looking lady. The woman began politely making her way through the crowded bus to get to Becky. Obviously it was Becky’s Mother. The lady began crying and hugging Becky. Wow! I’m in tears right now, recalling that joyful reunion.

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TRIPLE POINTS !!…

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We got off the bus. I managed to get the duffel bag off the bus, still hoping for some heavenly points for my efforts. Still being taunted by the spirit as to just who was I in a former life. After getting off, we began walking through this older neighborhood toward Becky’s parent’s home. I can’t remember how I managed to get that duffel bag down the rough sidewalks. Because at least the airports had smooth floors. You could drag the duffel bag over the smooth floors of the airports. I don’t know. Maybe someone helped me. But at this point, the duffel bag was a light burden, compared to the heavy burden this spirit was now laying on my shoulders, about me maybe being Hitler in a former life.

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“DORCAS NO HABLA”…

In the Foyer

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We soon arrived at the home. It was an older town house in a humble, but nice neighborhood in which each house was about 25  or so feet wide, but somewhat long to the backyard. And each house adjoined each other. Kind of “shotgun style” floor plans. Long and narrow house with a hallway down the middle. But this townhouse had an open-air foyer inside the front door. Of course, the temperature never much fluctuated here, so an open air foyer works in Guatemala. This foyer had plants (photo on left). And there was a big parrot named “Dorcas” in the foyer.

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Of course, this large flower-laden foyer with this large parrot perched in the middle, made for a dramatic entry. They introduced me to Dorcas, and tried to get him to talk. But Dorcas was being shy. No talking from Dorcas. This shy parrot was not in a cage. He was just sitting on a perch in the garden-like foyer (Just a point of interest.) But Dorcas was determined to give me no greeting, try as we did to get him to. 

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(Parrot photo courtesy Brian Snelson for Wikipedia. For Brian’s link, just click here.)

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Now as far as being shy and not talking, Becky’s father was a different story. I met Becky’s family, and Becky had to translate for me and for them. Her brothers knew English however. Her Papafamily was very gracious. Her father (“Papa”) however, was a pastor, and was very serious-looking. Not that he was ill-tempered. But he was much too stern-looking for me. He made me somewhat really uncomfortable. Kind-of like a few of my high school teachers. There were just some people that make ya want to do a wide swath in order to avoid them. Oh it’s not that he was impolite.

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But what did I expect? After all, I was a perspective son-in-law, who, by the way, was going on a vacation with his daughter! But I was oblivious to all these things. Perhaps clueless is a more appropriate description. 

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“AINT GOT NO CIGARETTES”…

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CAUGHT IN MY WORDS…

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Now I was a heavy smoker, and I apologized for my habit. I told them I would like to quit.Marlboro wikipedia public domain I told them that I was hoping the Lord would help me quit. Becky’s Dad latched on to that comment right away. He told me that the Lord could help me RIGHT NOW! “Uh…uh…Yeah I…uh..guess so”, I said. I knew that he had caught me in my words. And before I could get another word out, he began to pray for me right then and there, not more than an hour or so, into our arrival. I couldn’t understand what he was saying in his prayer for my smoking. But I could tell he was a professional pray-er!

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And so, after the prayer, I was asked to forfeit my cigarettes. I suppose I reluctantly did so. I probably had extras packs in my suitcase.

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“SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME”…

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But soon I wanted a cigarette. So I went into my newly-assigned bedroom and smoked (Remember this was back in 1980. Attitudes have changed since then about smoking indoors.). Now this bedroom only had one window. And this window was close to the ceiling. Outside the window, was a stairway the led to the roof (which roof served as a patio). And before long Becky’s Dad climbed the stairway and peeked through the window to see if I was smoking. So I just held my cigarette by my side whenever he peeked in at me. This went on each time I smoked a cigarette. And he would peek at me three or four times each cigarette. I got used to it. It was kind-of cute. I would see this head slowly rise up and look at me. I would simply hold my cigarette down until the head disappeared. Then about 30 seconds later the head would reappear in the window. This went on for I don’t know how long.

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“OK…WARM COLA I CAN DEAL WITH…BUT THIS !…”

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As with many smokers, I liked to drink cola when I smoked. So I found a little neighborhood quick-mart. Actually it was just a little wooden shed that faced the sidewalk. It was like a hot-dog stand you might see at a carnival. Anyway they sold cigarettes and cola in bottles. The cola was warm, however, and I being a spoiled Americano had to suffer this inconvenience. The cigarettes however were not tolerable.

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Even though they had my brand, they were specially made differently for Guatemalans. They were like puffing on a pencil! No taste.

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“TEN DOLLARS FOR A CARTON OF CIGARETTES!?!”…

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So it wasn’t too long till I asked Becky if there might be somewhere we could get American cigarettes. So we took buses into the city. And this trip for cigarettes turned into a great sight-seeing tour through Guatemala City. We came to the city center, and found an import-shop in the nicer section of the metro area. They had my Brand! “Far out!” So I went to pay for a carton. But I couldn’t believe what they wanted for a carton of Marlboro’s. “Ten dollars?!” I said. “What a rip-off!”  This was about two or three times what I paid for a carton of Marlboro’s in the U.S.. But I knew I was stuck. So I reluctantly paid the ten dollars. (I won’t let this little story end without telling you about my bout with Emphysema. Emphysema is appropriately nick-named the “Living Hell”. This was how God finally cured me of smoking.)

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE? (ADOLPH)

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THAT IS THE QUESTION!

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We managed to rent a little car, and so began a tour through Guatemala City. We went to a giant street-market. We went to restaurants. We bought tostadas from street-vendors. This all would’ve been great, except for the spirit’s insinuations regarding my “past life” as Adolph. Or not Adolph. The spirit would constantly taunt me. Sometimes he would present me with evidence that would lead to the conclusion that I was Jesus in a former life.

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But at other times he would present evidence that suggested that I was indeed Adolph. “Yes Adol…I’m mean, Chuck, you were born in 1950, Just a few years after Adolph died. Did you ever think that maybe God is bringing you back to pay for the 3 million Jews that you killed. If you were Adolph Hitler. But I’m not saying you were. I’m just supposin’.” So you can just imagine how these kinds of taunts made miserable, what should have been a wonderful vacation! This kept up pretty much day and night! Life was Hell on Earth! Literally! It was like finding out that you had a  terminal illness, and only had a few weeks to live!

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“…and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receives the mark of his name.” Revelation 14:11

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Sometimes however, the spirit would show his sense of humor. Really funny stuff! But these were greatly outnumbered by the constant barrage of attacks he was making concerning my being Adolph Hitler in my last life. “Now suppose, just suppose what kind of a punishment you, or should I say Adolph would deserve, for those 3 million Jews you/he killed. I suppose, Chuck, that God would have to bring you back three million times only to suffer three million horrible deaths. Just like Adolph made three million Jews to suffer.” With every new charge the spirit made, I sank lower and deeper into despair.

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”ONLY THE ECHOES OF MY MIND”…

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Becky had an itinerary worked out for me to see her country. We drove to a town called Antigua one day. It was an old town, the original capital of Guatemala.

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Antiqua! A town rich with history. A city of beauty! A city of history! A place of intrigue! A town that might sprain the trigger-finger of any camera-snapping tourista! And we were gonna see it close up!

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But little did I know that the only thing that was gonna get “sprained” on this little excursion was MY POOR LITTLE BRAIN!

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A CIA SERENADE FOR MANUEL…

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“HEY, WHY DON’T YA PLAY, ANOTHER SOMEBODY DONE SOMEBODY WRONG SONG?”

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Do you remember that famous South American drug-lord…Manuel Noriega? Remember how, like the CIA  had him trapped in some strong-hold? And in order to get him to surrender, they began playing non-stop heavy-metal, or perhaps some other kind of music as well? And eventually he did surrender. 

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“EVERYBODY’S TALKIN AT ME”…

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Well, I soon found out that the spirit had a similar little party planned for me! This was truly an unforgettable day! The entire day, the spirit (or spirits?) were making all sorts of noises in my head. It sounded like bombs exploding, screams, sirens, bells, whistles, chipmunks singing in 3-part harmony! You name it! I heard it! This went on for the entire tour through Antigua. All the while, Becky led me to various sightseeing destinations there in Antigua.  We went to an ancient church that was some sort of museum. It even had a dead person, a cardinal or someone like a cardinal. He was enclosed in glass. Embalmed! Why, I did not know?

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Anyway, it was impossible for me to enjoy this tour. My head had become a torture chamber! The spirit(s) could have driven a person to suicide with their torturous plague of noises!

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When we returned home that evening, the sounds went away. I have never had that phenomenon occur since, to this day. Thank God!

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KEEP THE CHANGE…

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There were constant torments and spirit-induced phenomena that I went through. I’m just relating a few of the more memorable ones.

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Anyway, the spirit was having me perform deeds of “faith”. For instance, at a very crowded neighborhood restaurant/bar (somewhat similar to this photo), when I paid for something that cost a few dollars, I gave a cashier a 20 dollar bill and the $18.00 or so as a tip. Believe me, the Devil made me do it! (maybe $60.00 in today’s money, and probably $200.00 in Guatemalan value back then!). Of course, the cashier remained completely straight-faced, as if she didn’t know how much I was giving her!

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MORE TORMENT…

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The spirit presented to me the logic that I was Hitler (in the last life). For instance, one of his big arguments in favor of the “Hitler theory” was that I was being brought to the last place that Hitler lived before he died: Guatemala. And who was I to argue? This was a spirit talking to me, maybe God himself! Regardless, the intelligence of this spirit-being far surpassed that of a human. “Oh Chuck, doesn’t it make sense that Hitler escaped here after the war. And doesn’t it make sense to bring you back to this place, in order to pick up where you left off?”

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All his arguments seemed flawless. He not only talked to me, but also put thoughts into my mind. So he seemed to have control of both the front and rear doors of my mind (as they say in the computer world). How could I resist the logic and power of this being!

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”OUR EX-SEVEN”…

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The spirit was constantly taunting me about my sports car. “Ya know ‘Chuckie-me-#%$&’ !, your RX-7 could mean that you’ve just plain run outa luck.  The number “seven”  being the symbol of luck. Maybe that’s just your ex-number. Maybe your new number is “two”. You know…snake-eyes.”

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I never really played the game, “craps”. But I knew that snake-eyes (two) meant, “you lose!” So I got his point really well about my Rx7. But what about the “LTD” at the end of my license plate? “Yes, yes, Chuckie-ex-lucky, that’s right. It says “LTD”. And that means ”limited”. Maybe that’s because this Judgement Day is just “limited” to you. Think about it. You, Adolph Hitler. Maybe. You the worst human to ever live. You killed three million Jews!  Think about it! Three million Jews! But maybe you’re not Adolph. I’m just supposin’.” It’s really hard to describe the horror that the spirit was putting me through. If you the reader have ever experienced a time of complete hopelessness and death, then maybe you can kind-of understand.

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LAKE ATITLAN…

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Not every day was filled with torment. There were some days, which I call my “Jesus Days”. This was when the spirit was telling me that, “No I was not Adolph Hitler in a former life. But I was Jesus in a former life.” Sounds crazy? Yes, it does! But this was not at all the torment of my own making. I was merely enduring the torment that was being dished out to me… by the spirits!

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But as I said, there were some days which were tolerable. There was one day in particular which was one of my best days there in Guatemala. 

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With rented car we drove over very bumpy roads to Lake Atitlan. Hemingway, somebody told me, once called this lake, “perhaps the most beautiful lake in the world”. I think the keyword here is “perhaps”. And maybe it was the most beautiful lake. But I would like to have invited Hemingway to some Oregon lakes.

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Anyway, we drove into a Mayan Indian village (similar to this photo on left). The town was very primitive, with little home-made brick huts. There were a few conventional buildings, such as a tavern and store.

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Becky and I found a lady making tapestry in front of her little hut. Becky worked out a deal with her on a number of tapestries to give to friends and relatives. The Guatemalan Indians have their own special pattern. It’s easy to spot a Guatemalan tapestry as this photo shows.

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MESSIAH MOMENT…

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This happened to be one of the days that the spirit was presenting “Jesus” logic to me. “Oh Chuck, why would I give you all those nice songs if you were Hitler?”

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Since this was a good day I decided to get my guitar out and sing some songs to the locals. Becky, at the same time had bought a beautiful hand-made tier. And as soon as I started singing and playing, a large crowd of people collected. I’m not sure if it was more for Becky that they collected, or for me.  Becky had purchased a “tier” and the large crowd was intent on watching the lady help Becky put it on. It kinda felt like we were famous, the way they crowded around us. I sure wish I could’ve taken this appreciative audience with me in my back pocket to every gig I performed at, back here in the States.

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“I KNOW YA ARE, BUT WHAT AM I”…

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Just a point of interest. While I was playing before this happy crowd, I happened to notice a young American lady in khaki shirt and shorts and braided hair, and possibly a red bandanna, walking by about 30 yards away. As she passed by she gave me a scowl, as if to say “You ugly American”. It kinda took the edge off the moment for me. But I just kept playing and singing. And hey!… I’ve dealt with crowds of hecklers at gigs back home! I just kept right on singin’!

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As we drove our little rented 1960′s “Hillman” away from this quaint village, we waived goodbye to our fans, and in a moment, this experience became just a little vibrating blur in our rear-view mirror. And oh yes, I might add that the spirit was very well-behaved on this great day as well! Makes ya wonder what he’s got cookin’. “Chuck Roast” no doubt!

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Ch. 18 “Fantasy Island”…  

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Fantasy Island always made people better by the end of the show. This Fantasy Island was no exception!

 

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