CH. 5: “One Flew “INTO” The Cuckoo’s Nest, Part 1

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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I was now in Unit 3600! And, as soon as my family left, I could no longer resist the heavy drug injected intoThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893 my blood.

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And I went to sleep. 

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But what was in store for me here in this high-security mental ward? What did the spirits have planned for me? Well, I was about to find out…

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Yes, I was soon to find out…

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CH. 5: “One Flew “INTO” …

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The Cuckoo’s Nest”…

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NOT THE CUCKOO’S NEST…

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I woke up a short while later, smack-dab in the mental ward! Unit 3600! I looked around at my new environment. Where was the “shock-treatment room”? Where were the “ice baths”? Where was McMurphey? Where was Nurse Ratched?

 

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It actually was pretty comfortable looking! There were couches and overstuffed chairs. There was a TV and a stereo system. Even a pool table! There was a kitchen and dining area. Even a refrigerator loaded with snacks, and trays of food!

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NOT TOO SHABBY! NOT… TOO… SHABBY!…

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Since it was now very late…or very early, possibly, the lights in the ward were turned way down low in this somewhat large place. All was quiet. The patients must have all gone to their sleeping quarters. These patient rooms were all in a row down two hallways; one hallway of sleeping rooms on one side of this ward. And the other hallway of sleeping rooms on the other side. It was a very well designed ward, and very open…with the nurses’ station at one end of the ward and a very large living area on the other end.

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At some point, I was issued hospital pajamas, which I immediately disliked. You know, the kind that are open in the back. I guess hospitals prefer that kind, so they can access your back-side for readings.

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As far as going back to sleep, I just can’t remember what happened on this my first night. But somehow, I made it through the night.

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OLD DAYS, DAYS  I STILL REMEMBER…

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The next morning, the ward was filled with patients. I suppose everyone was well-behaved.

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As I walked around the living area, I couldn’t help but appreciate the big windows on the far end of the ward, overlooking Klamath Basin. There in the far distance, was majestic Mount Shasta. (Oh, what I would’ve given to be up on those slopes with a lift ticket!)

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But I knew those days were all over! Gone forever were the carefree times! Now only judgment was hanging over my head…judgment as big as that mountain… ready to squash me like the proverbial bug! Worse! Eternal torment! Hour after hour of fiery torment awaited me! Year after year  of unceasing punishment! Then as the years turned into centuries, and those into millenniums…my punishment would continue…on…and on…and on…forever! No rest! No mercy! No chance to repent! (Ohh, that I could once again be flying down those sparkling slopes of Mount Shasta! I could just feel the cold wind on my face! Oh, that the knowledge of all this could be swept clean from my memory! Then I could return to my blissful ignorance, and go back to my former selfish little life!)

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But now my last and final end would be this mental ward! Now these mysterious spirit beings had me in this strange place! What did they have in store for me? The world outside carried on. Anyone who knew me, probably just shook their head… “Did ya hear about Chuck?” “Yeah, I guess he went completely beserk!”  (Ohhh, I could just picture myself on that chair-lift, going up, up, up to the top.)

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But now, I was on my way down, down, down! (Oh to be skiing on those slopes! Silently swishing down the mountain! )

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WARD WAS SECURED

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There were two large double-door exits; one on either side of the nurses’ station. I found out later that the nurses didn’t like patients to loiter too close to the two exits, for obvious reasons. Oh, they were both locked and had alarms.

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But there was always the possibility that someone from the outside would enter one of those doors, and a patient might slip out and escape from the hospital.

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LIKE A ROLLING STONE

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After some time, I was given a written examination.

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There were two questions on this examination which only made me think that the Devil was in charge of this examination! One question was “What do you do when in a crowded theater, and you see smoke?”

As to thatom_bomb-river1-public domain sphere research corp.is first question, I began to wonder if maybe the spirits dreamed up these questions. After all, if the theater represented the world. And if the world was soon to become a fiery inferno. Well, the question, “What do you do in a crowded theater if you see smoke?” It just seemed like a loaded question. A very loaded question, indeed! On the other hand, I know now that the spirits were controlling my thoughts, somewhat. So under normal circumstances, I would never interpret these questions in such an ominous manner.

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The second question went along with the first. It asked the question… to complete the following sentence, “A rolling stone….” Now normally, I would simply answer with, “A rolling stone…gathers no moss.” and be done with it! Simple! Right?….. Wrong!…..As a matter of fact, I now began to suspect that Satan was responsible for thinking up the questions for this test.

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This is because this question was a very appropriate commentary on my current…uhh…situation. This question reminded me of that song by Dylan, “Like a Rolling Stone”.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Bob_Dylan_1984.jpg“Once upon a time ya dressed so fine, ya threw the bums a dime, in your  prime…

now ya don’t talk so loud. Now ya don’t act so proud,

about havin’ to be scroungin’ your next meal…

how does it feel…to be on yer own, with no direction home…

like a rollin’ stone.”

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Definitely this psych-ward question was really a complicated question! At least it was for me! And that song (“Like A Rolling Stone”) seems to have hit the nail on the head. Because until November of this year (1979), I had all the things a person could hope for in this world: I had money! I had houses! I had talents! I had girl-friends! I had nice cars. I ate the best food (and plenty of it!). I saw the best live entertainment down in Reno, Tahoe, and Vegas. 

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I ignored the poor. I mocked the crippled (only twice!) I made faces as I passed by extremely fat people, maybe. I ate and drank like a king. I lived a reckless life. I had an envious job. I played piano at steak houses on the weekends. I moved from one girlfriend to the next. I moved from one house to the next (and each house bigger and better than the previous house). Yes, I was a rich man! And it all went to my head! And I just moved on…like a rolling stone!

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THE RICH MAN & LAZARUS

Luke 16:19-31

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But now the tables had turned. Now I didn’t, “talk so loud!” Now I didn’t, “act so proud!” Now invisible spirit beings had captured me. Now I was bankrupt before an angry God! Now my judgment had come! Now I was sentenced to Hell! Now I was doomed to eternal torment… in flames of fire! 

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Now I was like the rich man in that Bible parable. You know…the “Rich Man & Lazarus”. The Rich Man & Lazarus is a parable in the Bible about a rich man who lived in luxury and a very sick beggar named Lazarus who desired to eat the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table.

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And so Jesus explained this parable by saying that it came to pass, both Lazarus as well as the rich man died. And Jesus explained, that poor sick Lazarus was carried off into Abraham’s bosom, while the rich man was sent to Hell, where he was tormented in flames of fire (see painting to the right). Anyway, the Rich man begged Father Abraham to send Lazarus with a tiny drop of water, but Abraham reminded the rich man that all his life, he enjoyed the best of everything, while poor Lazarus only received the dregs in life.

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Now it must be noted that Jesus was telling this parable to the rich Pharisees (a strict Jewish sect), to shake them up a little.

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You see, the Pharisees believed that it was God who blessed them (the Pharisees), with earthly riches, because they were so wonderful; but they also believed that poor people were poor because they were cursed by God. 

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Now I wasn’t aware of this parable back then, but it sure fit me! I was being condemned because of my godless, decadent, arrogant, and self-indulgent life. And now my judgment had come. And no, there were no literal flames of fire. But the torment I was now going through was extremely painful. And there was no Lazarus, or anyone else, to bring even one tiny little drop of mercy for me!

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And so, for me, the words of this song, “Like a Rolling Stone” which said… “Ya threw the bums a dime in yer prime, now didn’t you?” seemed to fit my circumstances pretty well at this moment. Yeah, that Dylan song kind-of paralleled the Parable of the Rich Man & Lazarus. At least it did in my case! And just like that rich man in that parable, I too, “threw the bums a dime…in my prime”. 

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But now the tables were turned. Now I didn’t “talk so loud”. Now I didn’t “act so proud”. And now, just like that rich man in that Bible parable, I was in Hell! Oh no, there were no literal flames. But I was being tormented just the same. I nevertheless was being roasted in spiritual flames of fire, for the past days! And very soon, my torment would continue…right here in Ward 3600!

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“How does it feel? To be on your own? Like a complete unknown? With no direction home?” I was truly like a rolling stone. But I was also like the Rich Man in that Bible parable (of course, I knew nothing about that parable during this crisis I was going through!)

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ROCKS THAT WON’T ROLL! NO ROLLING STONES HERE!

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But there was a much bigger stone that had now dropped on me. And this stone weighed about a hundred pounds or so….   “And the seventh angel poured out his bowl (of God’s wrath) into the air… And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent (approx. 100 lbs)…” Revelation 16:17, 21   

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Yes, these were the Judgment stones of God Almighty! And His stones of judgment don’t rock, and they don’t roll! They just fall on you! And they were now falling on me for the past days! And those stones were grinding me to powder! (“And whosoever shall fall on this Stone shall be broken: but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder.” Matthew 21:44)

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“MULTI-PURPOSE” INCLUDES THE

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“SINGULAR-PURPOSE” PRAYER…

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I walked around the ward and found a nice multi-purpose room off the main sitting area, which also had couches and chairs. And it was empty. So I decided this would be a good place to pray. And I did. With the door open to give a little light, I knelt down before a couch and began to cry out for mercy. As far as I know, this was the first time during this 3 day ordeal that I engaged in serious prayer.

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I hadn’t prayed in years. Well why should I? After all, I was told all through school that we were descended from apes! From the first grade onward and upward, this theory of Darwinism was shot into our little veins, in school! So why pray if there’s no God?

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BUT I USED TO PRAY!

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But I used to Child at Prayer by Eastman Johnson, circa 1873pray. I used to pray as a little boy. I faithfully prayed the Lord’s Prayer every night on my knees before bed. Yeah! Me! I even went to church in those days! (This nice painting to the left, of a little boy praying, is of course, not me. But since I don’t have any photos of me praying back then, this one from Wikimedia will have to do. And this is just about the same prayer-posture I took each night, as a little boy.)

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I attended church with my family every Sunday. Yeah, Sunday was great day for me and my family! Our pastor was a young guy, Pastor Capalungo. Pastor Capalungo was a modern-thinking guy. Not a traditionalist! Not at all! Very outgoing, upbeat, and energetic. Full of life! He could have easily been a counselor for a kids summer-camp. He was good with kids. He made you think, “I didn’t know that church could be so fun!”

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And so, we liked church. And we liked Pastor Capalungo too!

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Anyway, after church, we would all descend on my Grandparent’s house, for a big Sunday afternoon dinner. And my Grandma put on an incredible spread! It was like a holiday feast every week! And then after that, my brother, sister, and cousins would all go out into the big back yard, and run and play and hide and seek and whatever other games we invented! Yes, those were the days, my friend! Those were the days of swimming in the nearby creek, blowing on spindly dandelions, catching frogs and crickets in grassy lawns, and climbing trees, exploring old barns, playing army with tiny vinyl soldiers, and a host of other childhood joys.

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Oh yeah, those were good years! Very good years indeed! And in the late 50’s, early 60’s, we were about as normal as this Norman Rockwell painting to the right!

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Child at Prayer by Eastman Johnson, circa 1873

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“SAMMY COME HOME”

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I even had a dog. We hadhttp://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sitting_Samoyed.jpg a snow-white Samoyed Husky, named Sammy. Beautiful dog with long white fur and a big smile! I loved that dog, in spite of the fact that he was a bit of a rogue, often sneaking out of the yard, and off into parts unknown. 

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SAMMY GOES ON EXTENDED ROMP

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Oh yeah, Sammy was a very welcomed member of the family. He chased sticks, and brought ’em back! Jumped through a Hula-Hoop! A very smart dog, too! But for his one failing in life (being a rogue), he was just about a perfect dog: perfect, as far as I was concerned, anyway.

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But when Sammy thought that nobody was looking, he would slither out into the street, with his tail tucked between his legs, kind-of looking back to see if he was being watched. But ol’ Sammy seemed to somehow see an imaginary line in the very middle of the street. Because once he crossed that imaginary middle line, if nobody yet had yelled at him to come back, ol’ Sammy would take off like a lightning bolt! Snow-white fur flying in the wind until he’d disappear completely out of sight!

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And that’s the last that we’d see of him till evening, when he came happily trotting home. (Of course, when he saw us waiting angrily for him, he would tuck his tail between his legs and with ears down he would slither back into the yard.) 

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And so this went on for however long we had Sammy. Sometimes we’d catch him slithering across the street. And we’d yell at him, and he’d slither back into the yard, knowing that a spanking was awaiting him. But once Sammy crossed that imaginary center-line in the street, there was no amount of yelling that could get him back! He was gonzo! And then, at evening, he would come trotting back home like a miniature Clydesdale pony on parade! And why not be happy? Because, whatever he did all day, he no doubt had a good time! 

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But as I’ve said, Sammy had his good aspects too! He was lovable, and playful, fun to chase. And he could fetch sticks and baseballs as good as any dog could! And us three kids would often wrestle with Sammy in the living room, while watching any number of TV shows during the very early 60’s.

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But then one time, he didn’t come home for days! We feared he was gone for good. I was really worried I would never see him again.

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And so I prayed and http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Samoyed_dog_headshot.JPGprayed for Sammy to come home. But it seemed like Sammy was gone for good.

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And then, a few days, or even a week later, I remember walking to school one morning, and running smack-dab into him crossing my path, as he was gallivanting through a near-by neighborhood! He was so muddy, I could hardly recognize him! Nevertheless, I was completely overjoyed to find him! I excitedly held on tight to his collar, and happily ran him back home, about 4 or 5 short blocks away in this older section of town, which we then lived! 

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SAMMY’S LAST ROGUE-ROMP

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Back in the early 60’s, it was somewhat of a “do-what-you-like” world. After all, Salem Oregon was a small, quiet town in those days. Things were pretty safe, back then. Oh yeah, there was crime. And there were drugs. And immorality too. But the occurrence of those things was just fractional compared with now! At least in Salem they were. 

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And, in many ways, people were more responsible than they are now. However, in other particular areas of life, people were sometimes very irresponsible. And because of this, we just didn’t even think of restraining our dog. Things were not like they are today. And my mom and dad were both full-time career people. And so they were so busy working, that Sammy’s security was left pretty-much up to us three kids.

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Well one day, after one of his usual romps into parts unknown, Sammy came home, as he normally did. But this time, he perhaps didn’t come trotting home like a finalist in a dog show. And every day thereafter, he seemed to get sicker. We feared he either accidentally ate something poisonous, or perhaps, someone got tired of his playboy antics in the neighborhood, and simply fed him some poison, to get rid of him. Nobody knew for sure.

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But whatever the reason for getting sick, wasn’t important right now. I just wanted him to get better. And so I prayed for his recovery. And I prayed! And I cried out to God for his recovery!

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But in spite of all my prayers, Sammy just kept getting sicker. “Oh God, please make Sammy well again! Oh God please!”

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Finally, after a week or so later, our dear Sammy died. Needless to say, I was devastated. Man, did I ever cry for my loss! Sammy was gone! Wow, did I ever cry!

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Picture of running Siberian Samoyed dog. by Eduardo Vela Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

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THINGS TO DO, PLACES TO GO, PEOPLE TO SEE

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A little time passed by. As I earlier stated, each night before going to sleep, I would kneel down beside my bed, and http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Salem_Church_(Marion_County,_Oregon_scenic_images)_(marDA0096).jpgfaithfully pray the Lord’s Prayer. Night after night I would faithfully pray the Lord’s Prayer. And it’s hard to remember how long this went on. But perhaps it went on for all those early years that me and my family attended church each Sunday.

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But us kids were beginning to become teens. And now there were many things to do. And even church began to lose its importance. And not just for me. My entire family began to fall away from regular church attendance. Pastor Capalungo moved on, and another pastor took his place. And so church was eventually put on the back-burner, as they say. First my parents, and then, eventually us three kids quit going altogether (Oh, maybe my sister kept going, as I vaguely remember).

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But I had other things to do: better things to do! But after a while, I decided that the Lord’s Prayer was too long of a prayer. So I substituted “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, etc….” This was a shorter prayer, than the Lord’s Prayer. But even that went by the wayside after another year or two. I eventually stopped praying altogether.

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THEORY of EVOLUTION

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And as already mentioned, my public schooling had a big impact on my spirituality, because it constantly pressed Darwinism on us students. And so, my spiritual life (which wasn’t that great to begin with!) was kind-of like the Moon, when it begins to wane thinner and thinner. I was now just becoming a teenager. My interests were turning toward other things besides pets. I had new and better things to do, exciting places to go, and new people to meet!

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SURF CITY, HERE I COME!

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At this point in time, a new musical genre had just taken the world by storm: Surf Music! And Hot-Rod Music! This opened up a brand new culture here in America for those of us who were coming-of-age. Fast and heroic songs about hot-rod races and daring surfers! And syrupy-sweet love songs about surfer girls and falling in love, under an amber sunset on a warm summer beach! And this music, with its exciting and even romantic songs and flawless harmonies, and pleasant pictures of surfing, and oceans and pretty girls, was just about as intoxicating as well…as intoxicating as…well, I didn’t know how intoxicating it was! Because up to this point, I never tried any intoxicant. But this new music was incredible! It was original! It was romantic! It was fresh! And it painted such a wonderful image of the romanticism attached to the ocean, and to surfing, and to romance, and to being Surfer Girl wikimedia public domainyoung…and in love!

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And even my Mickey Mouse Club childhood sweetheart, Annette Funicello (who btw, I was 100%, head-over-heals in-love with, but I also had just a little competition! You see, every other boy in America also had a crush on Annette!) she had all grown up, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Annette_Funicello_Former_Mouseketeer_1975.jpgand traded in her Mousketeer Hat for a swimming suit, and was now making surf movies!

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Well, I too got on board this giant wave, known as surf-music. No, I didn’t take up surfing. Nor did I take up hot-rod racing (I was only 13 or 14)! But I (and everybody else) listened to that incredible music, day and night! And of course, with such romantic ballads, and other similar songs, at a time, when I was entering teen-hood, this was like nitro-to-glycerin, as far as I was concerned! I mean, well…I didn’t have my pal, Sammy the dog anymore.

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But now I myself had turned into a love-sick puppy dog! My thoughts had now turned to finding a girlfriend…and finding one ASAP! And I was no different than any other teen of that period of time. The entire nation of teens were swept up in this giant wave, called Surf Music. 

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And in addition, in the not-too-distant future, I would find myself singing Pop songs to the pretty, young girls. Oh yeah, me and a few other guys began imitating those surf-music groups, and we began singing to our girl-friends at parties, and on snow-ski buses, etc… And then eventually we formed a combo musical group and began to play dances. And what better way is there, to find a girlfriend, than to play in a dance band!

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WIPE OUT!

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Well, a few years past. And just about as fast as the surf music tsunami swept over America, there came another tsunami, which just about wiped out surf music in a single day! Actually it was more like a pestilence! It was a swarm of beetles and crickets, etc., in the form of British music!

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And immediately, almost the entire teen population around the world, it seemed, were smitten by this British invasion! So everybody ditched their surf boards and hot rods, and grew out their crew cuts, and the young people in many nations were led away by these pied pipers from Liverpool.

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And so was I. 

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But in the process of time, these mopped-haired musicians began a magical mystery bus tour, to lead the world’s young people into drugs as they began weaving hallucinogens into their music. And millions of teens around the world got on board that magical mystery bus tour, and began experimenting with drugs.

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And so did I.

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SUMMER OF LOVE IN HAIGHT

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Well, after a few more years, and this drug-music developed into the Hippy movement. But I won’t go too much into this third wave which swept over the younger generation in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Junction_of_Haight_and_Ashbury.jpgthe late sixties. The Hippy Scene: Haight Ashbury, Woodstock, and all those drug-induced, long-haired rock groups. Oh yeah, I got caught up in that movement too! Our band threw out all those dance songs, and began playing what was dubbed, Acid Rock. Yeah, we had all the colored lights and vomit-inducing strobes and un-danceable, heavy music.

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But that whole drug-filled Hippy music scene didn’t last long. No, it all seemed to come to an abrupt halt when three very giant super-stars met their untimely deaths, while on drugs. Yes, they died one after another! It was a triple shock to society. And it served as a wake-up call to the younger generation. They realized that things had gone too far! Oh yeah, it still went on a few more years. But it was now like a receding tide.

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THE FLOODS OF SATAN

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Now I’ve shared this personal history for several reasons. And one big reason is to make a point about those gigantic musical and cultural waves which swept over the younger generation of the 60’s: Surf Music, the British Invasion, and the Hippy Scene.

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But here’s the point. As one looks at all the various cultural waves that have (and still are), swept through the land, one must ask his or her self this question: why do these tidal waves happen? Now are we really supposed to believe that these three phenomena just happened by accident?

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Are we actually to accept the notion, that a mere handful of pimple-faced teenagers, can possess so much hypnotic power, that they can actually lead an entire generation down into the moral and spiritual abyss? Or did they have help?

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Yes, did they perhaps have UNSEEN HELPERS?  Were the same type of spiritual powers that were now causing me all this torment in the mental ward, belong to a much greater legion of many spiritual powers that are leading humanity in and out of one spiritual and cultural tidal-wave after another?

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Listen to this passage… “I will call on the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. When the waves of death compassed me, the floods of ungodly men made me afraid; The sorrows of Hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;” Psalms 22:4-6

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Now this above passage begins to make sense of these phenomena which sweep over society like giant waves from time to time. And don’t these incredible cult-hero-phenoms seem like giant destructive waves? But the fact is, the Bible compares the activity of Satan’s orchestrating powers to waves and to waters!

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Listen again… “And there appeared another wonder (sign) in heaven; and behold a great red dragon… And the serpent (i.e., the Dragon, Satan) cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood. And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth.” Revelation 12:3, 15, 16

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So this passage lets it be known just who is behind these floods which seem to carry away entire generations into moral and spiritual destruction. His waves come, and then after a time, the earth seems to swallow them up. But after a while, another wave comes.

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But hey! If you want to believe that these mega-cultural-tsunamis are merely accidental or coincidental, you are certainly free to believe that way! But I think you’re being awfully naïve!

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TWENTY YEARS AFTER…

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Well, that was a long time ago, 20 years or so, from where I was at this moment in the mental ward! Those childhood days were now long gone!

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And so now, after almost 20 years of doing my own thing…well…here I was! Ward 3600! The mental ward of Merle-West Hospital! I had now come full-circle! And presently, it wasn’t my Sammy-dog that I was just now praying for, in this multi-purpose room of the mental ward! Now it was for me! I was the one who was now in heap-big trouble! I just had the ultimate rude awakening, of all rude awakenings (as I’ve already stressed)! And now I knew that God was for real! And now I knew that atheism was an utterly bogus ideology! And I really, really needed His help…badly! 

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And so, I fell to my knees, lifted my hands together, like a soldier begging for mercy from his sword-wielding conqueror! And in the quietness of that multi-purpose room, I lifted my hands and cried out for His mercy… “Oh God help me! Oh God please help me!”

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My 20 year moratorium on praying had now come to an abrupt halt! I can’t remember how long this prayer went on for. Or how many times I went in there to pray. And though this was the multi-purpose room, nevertheless my prayers had a very singular purpose: GOD’S MERCY! That’s what I needed! God’s mercy! That’s what I needed more than anything else in the world at this very moment in time!

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To go to Part 2, just click here…

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One Flew Into The Cuckoo’s Nest, Part 2

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 This next part 2 has more old memories of supernatural events from my past

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