Tuesday July 24th
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Morphine, my savior
After being shot, it was a morphine induced coma that was my reality. Within that reality where many experiences, some of which are indescribable as there are no words to adequately describe those feelings within me at that time.
All my nerve endings where on fire, with only temporary mental flights to escape from the constant rush of burning pain inflicted by a multitude of green hornets.
On one such flight, my minds eye was bouncing off the ceiling looking down at some disgusting poor slob in bed encompassed by a swarm of green hornets, touching, poking, sticking . . . . .
I slipped behind a convenient curtain to escape the death only to be humbled by it's presents as I was led to the end of time.
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posted Tuesday July 24th, @12:35AM
Thursday May 17th
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. . . time to start that book
It was a clear and sunny day on the Angels Crest Highway, high above the smog of Los Angeles down below, my crew of fire fighters and I were on the way back to the station for lunch. I was riding in the back seat passenger side of a carryall, looking out over the green valleys and the grandeur of the far away mountains. It was beautiful . . . then it hit me . . . I thought someone took all the picks, shovels and hammers we were carrying in the back and hit me on the back of my neck. I thought it strange that someone would hit me on the back of the neck without some warning and I remember a slight neck pain at the time which was immediately over come by an intense aura of pure energy that surrounded me. In an instant, it carried me high above the earth from where I could feel/see the Sun reflecting off the Pacific Ocean.
Some time later, in the carryall driving down the mountain, I remember my comrades holding my head so I wouldn't fall over and tying some shirts around my head to try and stop the bleeding from the ruptured sagittal sinus. I would re-enter my body from time to time just to see if there was anything I could do. I remember being unable to see anything, unable to move and barely feeling the touch of the blood soaked tee shirt hanging down my face as I tried to blow it off with my feeble breath as I drifted in and out of my body, simultaneously re-visiting the warmth of the sun reflecting off the ocean.
I was blind, yet remember images of a kid with a traumatic head injury in the back seat of an old chevy, my coworkers and their shirts, a telephone stop, a helicopter ride and the emergency room people who shot me up with some wake up juice so I could sign the release form, followed by vast quantities of Morphine and the relative peace of a coma.
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posted Thursday May 17th, @01:41AM
Tuesday May 15th
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MarkyD asked me about my story and the following reply is what developed . . . . .
Briefly . . . . after president Kennedy was shot, I took off a semister of college to work in the US Forest Service with very loose plans of joining the Peace Corp in some part of the developing world. I really should have gotten a job at a gas station instead, because 9 days after I started working, I was shot in the head (mid frontal, dead center, 3" above the eyes) by an unknown assailant. That incident left me in a coma for what seemed like forever, in which I had multiple out of body experiences, felt the meaning of great visions, traveled on various astral planes through other realities and realized the ultimate truth of dying and entering a great nothingness.
In the end, I remember being snapped back to this mundane life by what I believe was some variant of the string theory and for the last 43 years I have been recovering from brain damage.
That whole experience left me with a frontal lobotomy and progressive cerebral atrophy, guess I should write a book soon, before it's to late . . . . . .
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posted Tuesday May 15th, @09:44AM
Sunday February 11th
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I believe that I am slowly approaching the point where I can discuss the issues I have but after 40 plus years, it doesn't seem that it would make a difference but I could be wrong.
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posted Sunday February 11th, @09:09PM
Saturday May 20th
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Hello inside
I am a traumatic brain injury survivor as a result of a gun shot wound to the head and believe that I can help the world at large with my intimate personal understanding of TBI, PTSD, Cognitive dysfunctions, Out of Body experiences, death and dying. It has taken me more then 40 years to overcome the profound humiliation of it all but now I feel that I am at the point where I can discuss the experience to some degree without becoming too emotionally involved . . . . . again . . . . . I hope.
If I can skirt around the absolute terror of the experience, I will be fine . . . . . . I think .
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posted Saturday May 20th, @11:15AM
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Coma