Ch. 8: “Welcome Back”

By admin On December 8th, 2012

 

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“I SEE HURRICANES A-BLOWIN”…

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So now it was about 11 days or so, since my woes had begun. For about the last 4 days or more, since getting out of Ward 3600, my torment returned: yes, I had really been put through the meat-grinder, as the saying goes! (Not to say that the first 7 days were a picnic at the park!)

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And in this pulverized condition, I went down to the restaurant and was sitting in the office. My brother was at the desk, and looked up and said… “Well, the weather-man says this next week is gonna be just ‘one storm after another’ !”

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When he said this, I instantly interpreted it to mean that I was going to go through one torment after another this week. And even though he was merely talking small talk…about the weather, nevertheless, I figured that some spirit was sending this warning to me, via my brother.

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But my troubles had already begun! For the past four days, I had, “no rest, day or night”. It was truly one storm after another! Many terrorizing things, such as the terror of the “Born Free” song in my dad’s car…to the “Last Passover” of being terrorized with the thought that I had been left behind (which fizzled out, fortunately! See Chapter 6).

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(Of course, these few experiences mentioned are just a small sampling of the myriad of horrifying experiences I was going through! These mentioned are merely the most memorable.)

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I never much liked roller coaster rides as a kid. And this Roller-Coaster Ride from Hell was no exception! The perfect storms were coming my way! And it didn’t look like there was gonna be any break in the weather!

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CH.8: WELCOME BACK…TO 3600

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MORE PRESUMPTUOUS FAITH…

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The next day, after the Rapture…One Tin Soldier”, the night before, I tried to go down to work. I knew I was walking on thin ice, at this point. anThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893d so I decided to do just some little job to keep busy. I went to the kitchen and began washing pots. “Maybe back here in the kitchen, I can be out of trouble”, I thought. But before long, the spirit urged me to show my faith by sticking my head down in the pot sink. Now this was a horrible idea! But this spirit compelled me so strongly, I had no other choice but to obey. And so I just stuck my head in the empty sink.

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And so there I was, doing what http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hand_wash_dishes_.jpegI knew looked insane! Just standing in front of the pot-sink, leaning over with my head down inside. But nevertheless I remained in that ridiculous position. I had to show my faith! Fortunately it was only a minute or two until the cooks found me like this. Well, they called for an ambulance and before long I was put on a stretcher and driven to the hospital, I think, in an ambulance. It may have been a car. No, I think it was an ambulance. 

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“WHITE LACE AND PROMISES”…

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On the way to the hospital, I was taken by my house, they went in to get some clothes or things. And as I was riding in this vehicle, I was laying down. And I looked out the window at a big party, like maybe a wedding reception just across the street from my new house. And just then I remembered that my ex-girlfriend, who I broke up with, about 18 months earlier, was getting married that very weekend! The house belonged to a friend of her new husband. So this big event I was being driven by, was probably their wedding reception! And I looked at that happy occasion. And then I considered my own present situation. Their life just beginning. My life seemed to be over! They had only just begun. I was headed south. WAY DOWN SOUTH! No, not ‘way down south in the land of cotton’! No, I guess you could say, this was “way down south in the land of ‘caught-in’ “! (“Caught-in Hell!”)

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After a brief stop at my house, the ambulance delivered me back to to the hospital mental ward.

(Note: I’m a little cloudy on the timeline of this event)

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“THE SOUNDS OF VIOLENCE”

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“Well Chuck, this time is not going to be so fun. This time you’ve got work to do.”  (The nurse said this in a rather school teacher’s condescension.)

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If ever there was an ominous comment and understatement, this opening remark by one of the nurses was it! “Well Chuck, this time is not going to be so fun! This time you’ve got work to do!”

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Oh yeah, it definitely wasn’t going to be fun this time around! But the spirits did have a lot of “fun and games” planned for me, as the saying goes!

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The entire ward was filled with excitement? No, that isn’t the right word. “Mayhem”. No that’s not it either. “Agitation”. Yes. Agitation. That’s closer! Everything and everyone was agitation! Confusion too! It wasn’t calm and quiet like my first hospital visit, the previous week!

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First, there was a series of blood-curdling screams coming from one of the patient sleeping-rooms. As I walked into the main sitting area, a few of the patients were bickering. The TV was blaring, and so was the stereo. I figured this was the spirit’s way of greeting me back. As I walked into the ward it all seemed very surreal! It almost looked like I was walking into some stage-play! As if everyone was an actor in some nether-world hellish drama! The ward even seemed to have a dark red aura to it, as I recall!

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 NOW I WAS SURE I WAS IN TROUBLE!

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As I made my way over to the living area, I heard shouting coming from the Multi-Purpose Room (Where I often prayed during my first visit). The door was slightly ajar, and so I cautiously approached the room. As I tipped the door open I saw a teenage boy kneeling, just as I did during my first stay, a week earlier! The teen was crying out something like, maybe, ah… “Oh please, oh please, oh please…!!” I wouldn’t say he was exactly praying. It was more like he was simply mocking me! Although I couldn’t see his face, him kneeling and begging, kind-of looked like a caricature of me: a corrupted version of me praying. He was on his knees, just kind of rocking forward and back. His hands weren’t in praying position. Maybe just outstretched.

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The boy realized someone was watching him, he stopped his…uhh…prayer, or whatever, and looked my way. When I looked closer at him, I was startled to see his face! This teen looked like a younger version of —me! I was shocked beyond what words can describe! As the expression goes, this was a real Mini-Me! And I instantly knew this was some sort of hellish taunt against me. So in essence, this teenage boy was a mere devilish cariacture of how I was praying in that room during my previous visit a few days earlier! Now I have to emphasize that, experiences like this are things you would only expe10-4-2011ct to see in some horror movie. But never in the real world! So I cannot emphasize enough, just how terrorizing all this was. It was totally off the charts!

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It seemed as if I was in Hell, but I couldn’t tell for sure. But regardless, I knew I was in for trouble. I knew this hospital visit was gonna be no picnic! And I realized that Hell was gonna take me on a wild ride, to say the least!

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This scenario was so cutting, so devilishly satirical! The irony was overwhelming!

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And as I said, I began to suspect that I was actually in Hell! This whole thing seemed so unreal! Even RX7the number on the door of this ward troubled me. Unit 3600. It was the very same as the address of our restaurant! (Our restaurant was located at 3600 South Sixth Street.) There were just so many coincidences. How could all this be real?

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Here’s a Bible verse that seems somewhat appropriate… “…I cried by reason of mine affliction to the LORD… out of the belly of Hell I cried.” Jonah 2:2. As far as I knew, I was in the belly of Hell! I just wish there were words I could write, to convey the horror and unreal-ness of the moment!

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MENTAL TROUBLES JUST SATAN?

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As I thought back on my life, I remembered how I was having mental trouble one winterSaint francisborgia_exorcism wikipedia public domain, back at college. I feared I was losing my sanity back then. It lasted till spring, and then went away. And that was that!

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But now I realized that those supposed mental troubles I had back then, back at college, were probably also from these spirit entities. I then began to wonder if all mental problems were actually caused by evil spirits.

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And I thought back on my 10 year class reunion the previous summer. As I was talking with some old gal friends. I was trying to impress them. And as I did, a little non-descript voice in my head began coaching me as to what to say, in order to impress them.

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And a similar incident happened in a bar, when someone commented on my personality changing. Could all this phenomena be from these spirits? I knew it was…for sure! It had “Hell” written all over it! It was like stepping into a horror movie. But I knew this was for real!

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IT’S A LOVELY DAY IN THE… UH…WARD 3600

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A ray of the sun shone through my window. I opened my eyes on this new morning. Nevertheless, I dreaded facing this new day in the ward. Through many of these nights I had unbelievably horrible dreams. “When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my troubles; Then You scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions…” Job 7:13, 14

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MR. APPLEWHITE…

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But on this first morning, there were no loud noises. No screams, like last night. No bickering. All was calm in Unit 3600. Nevertheless, I cautiously walked out of my room, to see what might marshall_applewhitebe lying in wait for me. I went to the dining room and sat down. Across the table was a kindly looking gentleman. This old man, I soon found out, was the source of the blood-curdling screams the previous night. For whatever reason, the staff had him in the lock-down room last night, in which he was screaming. But this morning, they had obviously let him out. He looked very similar to that fellow, Marshal Applewhite. Remember him? Applewhite was the leader the cult down in LA. Heaven’s Gate, Hale-Bopp. But that Hale-Bopp cult was years after this, my experience, so I did not make this comparison to this old man now sitting here in the mental ward. But looking back on this, I’ll just call him Mr. Applewhite, anyway.

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APPLEWHITE WARNS OF WORLD’S END…

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I believe he talked about the world ending. He also talked about a giant bomb. I can’t remember exactly marshall_applewhitewhat he said about it. Maybe something like, it was his bomb. Yes, I think he said it was his bomb. And it would blow up the world! Anyway, as far gone as I was at the moment, still I wasn’t buying his story.

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He was playing a game with a deck of cards. He showed me the cards, and it was pretty amazing how he had them arranged. I can’t remember exactly how. I think they were in a circle with some in the middle. But every card was perfectly displayed. I thought to myself, “How could this man do this? He must be being helped by one of the unseen powers!” This made me fearful that he was being controlled by the spirits.

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“YA GOTTA KNOW WHEN TO FOLD EM”…

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Sometime later, the same man (Mr. Applewhite) asked me, “Do you want to play a game of cribbage?” I said, “Great”. This is just what I needed! Something to take my mind off my troubles. Cribbage! Yeah! marshall_applewhiteThat’s my game! I used to go across the shopping center where our restaurant was located, to play cribbage with another shop owner. So I knew how to play cribbage. I also went through a period of time when I played low-ball at a tavern downtown on my afternoon breaks. And occasionally I’d go across the California border (25 miles away) to an all-weekend-long card game in the back room of a certain bar. And about twice a year I’d go down to Reno. So what I’m saying is, I knew cards. And though I wasn’t much of a poker player, I was fairly decent at cribbage.

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We began playing our little cribbage game. It wasn’t long before I began to get far ahead of Mr. Applewhite. My pegs began a steady advance over his. I was a player! I was competitive! Yes!

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The game proceeded. It was about mid-way in the game. I was far ahead. It looked as if I was a shoe-in to win. Then, all of a sudden, he triumphantly laid down a rather mediocre hand and began to take points. I was looking down at him counting. He began counting. Me watching. 15-2, 15-4…and all of a sudden, he started moving his peg up the board (My eyes following)—and then back down the board (still my eyes followed) until his peg went over the finish line. He must’ve moved a fifty points or more! I looked up at him stunned! Mouth open!

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A big bright smile came over his face. He jumped up, and said, “I won—see ya later!” With jaw dropped, I just watched him happily walk away. And then he stopped and gleefully exclaimed, “I’m going to Salem ya know!” I took that to mean he was going to the State Mental Hospital in Salem (The infamous Cuckoo’s Nest!). I sat there for a moment, then probably shook my head in unbelief. “Ay yi yi!!”

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THE CUCKOO’S NEST…

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I began to worry about his comment, “I’m going to Salem!”. The last place I wanted to go, was Salem! I grew up living about a mile or two from The Oregon State Mental Hospital. I remember riding by the place one day with my Grandma. I saw a man sitting on a park bench on the hospital grounds, feeding the birds, and maybe talking to them. The only problem was—there weren’t any birds! So from that moment on, the place gave me the creeps!

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My Grandma (her strong personality, by the way, was somewhat like the lady in “Driving Miss Daisy”), not nearly as cranky, though. She also lived very close by the Oregon State Mental Hospital. One day, to my utter shock, she slowly pulled her shiny old Buick into the parking lot of the Oregon State Hospital! As she got out, I asked her why she was coming here. But with her brown leather purse, in her black gloved hand, she turned her face sharply toward the hospital, simply telling me “I have some business to take care of here.”  I knew better than to push an issue with my “Miss Daisy” Grandma, so I just had to bite my tongue and wonder. “What was this mysterious visit to the Oregon State Mental Hospital by my Grandma?”

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But now, here in Unit 3600, as I heard Mr. Applewhite cheerfully talk about going to the Oregon State Mental Hospital, I became really uncomfortable. After all, I grew up in Salem. I went to school in Salem. I knew many people in Salem. Many of my high school buddies lived in Salem. My old girlfriends too! So the thought of my being committed to the State Hospital in Salem, was a horrible idea! I envisioned myself in that mental facility, being locked up there, while the rumor spread to all my former Salem crowd, “Have you heard? Chuck’s in the Cuckoo’s Nest!” Not good! Not good!

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 BORN FREE

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“Born free…

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“as free as the wind blows

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“As free as the grass grows…

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“Free to follow your heart…”

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I whipped around to see where that song was coming from! In the main living area a patient, about my age, was sitting by the large console stereo, loudly playing that song; the same song that tormented me in my Father’s car. The patient kept playing that song over and over again! And he was playing it so loud, it was drowning out the TV. 

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While I sat there suffering through this song (Which song I didn’t particularly like anyway), “Is this song going to haunt me all through eternity?”, I probably wondered. And he just kept playing that creepy song over and over, seemingly numb to the loud protests of those trying to watch TV! He just kept playing it!

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“COMETH THE WICKED ONE”…

."The Goodly Doctor"

The nurse came over and announced to me that the good doctor that was assigned to me last week, was on vacation (You know, the one who looked like a kindly college professor). And she further informed me that I would have a new doctor.

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A little later I met my new doctor. Doctor Baccus! (Not his real name). Dr. Baccus was from out of town. He didn’t look like a college professor. No, he looked like Satan!! He had big bushy eyebrows that curled up into “little horns”. He had big eyes, so big, you could see the whites all the way around the pupils. He had a long pointy nose. He was wearing a deep red cardigan sweater with animals embroided on it. (I associated red with the Devil. You know…the Devil is always seen wearing a red suit and has a long forked tail). About the only thing my new psychiatrist was missing was the forked tail and horns! I really wondered if this was the Devil. And if he wasn’t the Devil, he was doing a really good imitation of the Devil. I then suspected that he was possibly just a “representative” of the Devil. Like a “Mini-me, Satan” or something!

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To go to Chapter 9, just click here…

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Chess-Game From Hell!

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The spirits had all sorts of “fun” things planned!

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