Showing posts with label miracle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miracle. Show all posts

A MIRACLE? Kidnapped Christian Missionaries Escape from Captivity in Haiti. Prayers Apparently Answered!

Of Course, It Was Insane to Become a Missionary in Haiti to Begin With... Why Would Anyone Care What Religion Other People Are? and to Put Your Own Life in Danger because You want to Sell GOD to the Heathen? ABSURD! Lucky they Didn't Meet Cannibals! 

missionaries in Haiti


https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-59736726

Abducted Haiti missionaries describe daring escape. 

Twelve missionaries who were abducted in Haiti managed to get away on their own, their organisation has said.

The group escaped their captors at night and used the stars for navigation to trek through dense bush for hours, a spokesman said.

Christian Aid Ministries announced the group were finally free last week, after being held captive since October.

The gang that seized them had demanded a ransom of $1m (£740,000) per hostage. It is not clear if any money was paid.

In total, 17 missionaries and their families were abducted, after they had visited an orphanage in the town of Ganthier, east of the capital, Port-au-Prince. Five others had already been released.

Their ordeal brought international attention to Haiti's growing problem of gang abductions.





Grateful Deadhead Tribute Webpage. Pictures and Tall Tales. Many thanks to all that made the Grateful Dead an American Miracle... Just remember, if our lives together were written as a fiction story, everyone would dismiss it as being unbelievable ... Yet it all really happened! ART, Poetry and MyStory... I'm Gr8ful deadheads: stories from fellow artists




Grateful Dead psychedelic art files for your viewing pleasure...
The wonderful Winterland Arena in San Francisco was the home to many Grateful Dead Concerts... It was the ONE PLACE where the Wall of Sound really worked! They had days to set up the equipment and tweak it to perfection... The Movie with the cartoon at the beginning was filmed there... and it was a fine show! They included fire on stage and ladies dancing with silk scarves...

Golden Gate Park, site of the Human Be In


One thing that happened surrounding the Gr8ful Dead was an Intentional Community of people that followed the band around... They earned a living by selling things in the parking lot of the show during the daytime... There were vendors selling tie-dye shirts, bumperstickers, illegal drugs, legal drugs and food...

But it was not all capitalism for currency...

A group called the Diggers founded a free store/free meal in the Haight Ashbury district of San Francisco and many of their IDEAS were carried along with the Deadheads on tour. Somehow, just giving away gifts to friends is a practical alternative to cash retail sales... If everyone just shares, we can all just bliss out and have a fine time... So, I tried to bring things to give away... and miraculously, people gave me stuff too! and we didn't worry about keeping score with money.

At RFK stadium in Washington DC, I was showing a person some rainbow glasses that I had made. The Air and Space Museum sold diffraction grating by the sheet and I would cut out small pieces and scotch tape them to paper eyeglass frames... this caused the viewer to see rainbows surrounding every light... quite magical... so this fellow asked me  "Would you like to break bread brother?"  I said yes and he gave me the center square off of a round loaf of Sourdough French bread...  I let him keep the glasses and we parted ways... about an hour later I realized that I was tripping on acid... I guess the bread was dosed! That show involved a terrific thunder and lightning storm and dancing in the mud on the football field. Near the end of the evening I decided to practice a Carlos Casteneda type POWER WALK. I took a step and then waited a moment to thoroughly experience that precise location and then I took another step. Then I waited until I had "GROKED" fully that location and took another step... So the ultimate effect was extremely slow walking in a crowd of dancing people... I walked like that for an hour... all the way out to the parking lot where I left my car... This caused some fellow Deadheads to satirize me by making mocking statements... "Watch out for that guy! He's moving so fast he might run you over" I often found a feeling of family at these events... that guy could make fun of me because he was a relative of mine... and after all... "We are all one beneath the Infinite Sun"


Dead Related Events...
Since many people who like the band have learned to play musical instruments, quite often they feel like being IN the BAND instead of being in the AUDIENCE.
In 1972, a friend of mine went to San Francisco and went to the Fillmore West and came back to our high school and said... LET"S BUILD OUR OWN.

That was the beginning of Forbes Mill in Los Gatos California... We had a light show and electric rock music every weekend at an abandoned stone flour mill in the center of town... On Wednesday nights we performed folk music. My band performed... I was the head of security and did advertising posters.

Since we had Town sponsorship of our "Teen Club" thru the organization Youth Unlimited, we had to make sure no laws were being broken or the police would shut us down. Certainly no drinking or illegal drug use or housing of runaways. My take on law enforcement was to direct potential lawbreakers to the nearby hole in the fence that lead to the wooded area next to the freeway.  I admit that a lot of laws were broken on State of California property, but that was NOT MY CONCERN. I was responsible for making sure that OUR property was crime free.

The light show was created by using four slide projectors and two spinning wheels with variable speed motors that blocked the light from reaching the white wall behind the bandstand. Each cardboard wheel had holes cut into it so that the slides would be projected in a stroboscopic manner.  Some slides were abstract art created by "crystal craze" paint and others were photographs.
We also owned a strobe light and I learned to not point it at the electric organ player because the blinking light made it impossible to see which keys were black and which were white...

Other Dead Related Events:
When I was living in Washington DC I got an Invitation to a concert that was to be held deep in the woods near Quantico Marine Corps Base. Some people carried in a generator and about a quarter mile off the road they had a rock concert. The only people that attended were fellow Deadheads that were given invitations at the Grateful Dead concert at the Capitol Center. Quite fun.

A more formal event was held at Wilmer's Park in Brandywine, Maryland. You needed a ticket for that one. Mr Wilmer has been holding barn dances and rock concerts since the 1950's at his farm... Generally it was fiddle square dancing on weeknights and in the summer, local bands... Generations of people enjoyed this recreational facility.  The band I saw was called "New Potato Caboose".  They played tribute songs and Bob Marley... In researching this webpage post, I wanted to spell Wilmer's Park correctly and so I googled it... Mr Wilmer has passed away and It is under new management and they plan to build a big place there to play... marketing bands that are not popular enough for Basketball Arenas but too big for bars. They also say that in recent years, almost all of the groups were for a black audience... Go figure, once again Deadheads and Blacks partying in the same location... Just like The Spectrum and JFK Stadium in Philadelphia.

Grateful Dead reunite to play Obama benefit concert...
deadheads for Obama.

Rainbow Gathering in Pennsylvania in the 1980's.
This event really started at the Spectrum Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at a three day Grateful Dead concert. It eventually turned out to be a five month vacation traveling from Florida to Canada looking for the best beach...

I drove up from Washington DC and camped out in the parking lot in my car. During the daytime, we were able to swim at a public pool across the street from the Spectrum. The local residents had the lifeguards pull a rope across the pool so we swam on one side of the pool and they enjoyed the other... sort of like segregation except the black people were the ones that wanted us over on the other side of the rope...

One afternoon I ran into a fellow from Manassas, Virginia that called himself "Lumpy the Biker". He asked if he could rest by sitting in the front seat of my car. He had injured his leg in a motorcycle accident and had trouble standing. So we were relaxing in the car and he told me that he didn't really LIKE the Grateful Dead and did not have a ticket. He was just here to have fun at the parking lot party and to score some acid for resale back home in Virginia. By this time I had already eaten a dose...

I decided to wander over to look at the railroad tracks and admire the trains. They were underneath of some freeways and reminded me of an Escher Drawing.
When I got back I found out that "Lumpy" had been dealing out of my car. He was selling bottles of Visine LSD: Each drops of water had one dose in it. Somehow, someone had started the rumor that since he was dealing out of my car, that I must be his supplier... Therefore, later that night at the concert, many people came up to me and thanked me for the excellent quality of the acid. Then they asked if I wanted any and I stuck out my hand, they squeezed a couple of drops and I licked my hand... many times...
this was a classic case of an unknown large dose...

I ended up dancing in the concourse area where the refreshments were sold. There were many flashing lights on the advertising billboards for the Atlantic City Casinos. Many other Deadheads encircled me to tell me stupid jokes because they were guaranteed that I would laugh... A friend wrote in the dirt on the back window of my car "Mush Brain"... I got his address and visited him in New jersey later that summer. He was a teenager that had built a shack way out in the woods for a party house. I have quite a bit of admiration for creative construction like that! At some time during those three days, someone gave me a card with an invitation to the Rainbow Gathering to be held at an undisclosed location somewhere in Pennsylvania July 4th. I put the card on the dashboard of my car and forgot about it...

As luck would have it, I got fired from my job that week for lack of attendance. I just did not show up for work and a couple of days later my boss knocked on my door and told me to not come in... He was not amused... So, there I was, time on my hands and money in the bank... I had been working steady for about six years and had been throwing my loose change in a dresser drawer for the whole time. So, I pulled the drawer out and put it in the trunk of my car and headed towards Florida. As I headed down the road, I picked up some hitchhikers and they informed me of the location of the Rainbow Gathering. I had no Idea what it was but from their description, it sounded like fun. I dropped them off and went to Epcot Center and Disney World.

I ended up staying there for five days. I found a campground and every day woke up early, went to EPCOT for a few hours, went back to the campground when it got hot and took a nap, then went back to EPCOT near sunset. The place is totally different at night. The most impressive spot is at a lake near the big sphere. They project LASER light that looks like the planet Earth... Outlines of the continents... and then animate the globe to give the impression that it is revolving... at the same time, they have fountains dancing in colored lights, fireworks and loud classical music. Specifically, the Russians: Tchaikovsky and Mussorgsky... Quite the sensory overload. Everyone had told me that the best ride was Space Mountain but it's only good the first time when it has the element of surprise... So, for the first day at EPCOT, I took LSD and pretended that I was a secret agent with a goal of climbing space mountain... handy to remember that while tripping in public it's a good idea to maintain one's composure or the Munchkins would throw you out of the park! Space Mountain was excellent but standing in line for a half an hour was difficult while the faces of the people were distorting... Yes, it was an astounding ride.
I also rode the Monorail over to the hotel and went to the top roof and admired the fine view from 10 stories up of Florida... Remember that when tripping, it is not a good idea to wear a t-shirt with a physics joke on it... The "straights" won't understand the joke and will ask you to explain... I made that mistake... I had a shirt with the picture of Einstein wearing a policeman's hat with the saying "186,000 miles per hour, not just a good idea, IT'S THE LAW!"


I also liked the Kraft Foods singing and dancing fruits and vegetables show. They had a giant refrigerator onstage and food came out and did song and dance numbers... Just like in ZAP COMIX by Robert Crumb.

and the Carousel of Progress will stay with me my whole lifetime...
especially the SONG!

"Now is the time, now is the best time,
now is the best time of your life!
Right here and now, you've got it made...
The world's forward marching and you're in the parade!"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carousel_of_Progress

originally, the General Electric Display at the New York World's Fair, it shows the same happy fimily and their technology thru time... A diorama shows them in the 1800's using oil lamps, then we sing the song and the Audience rotates to view the next era... electric lights! The song was written by the same fellows that did "It's a Small World" and most of the other Disney classics... The Sherman brothers:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherman_Brothers


Mickey Mouse and the Space Mountain.

My hitchhikers said the Gathering was at the intersection of 6 and 666 in Pennsylvania.  I drove there by myself and was greeted by a man that said "Welcome Home, Brother".  I parked and walked in carrying a backpack and sleeping bag... no tent... so the entire time I was sleeping in random different locations... When I arrived at the main campfire circle I noticed that the Gathering was located on a creek and so I wandered downstream to find a nude swimming hole... There by the creek side was a sweat lodge and a group of  bathers. I went swimming and waited for the opportunity to go into the lodge. By this time I had been approached by someone's child who recommended that I not smoke tobacco during my time at the Gathering... I took that advice and soon was feeling the withdrawal symptoms from my addiction... A group left the sweat lodge and I went in... a person asked me to leave as there were two couples that wanted a private sweat and I was a fifth wheel... I got angry because I had no knowledge of a queue waiting for the sweat lodge... and I was freaking from the tobacco "JONES"... I left after arguing a bit and later got to sweat with many other men... The sweat was very therapeutic and helped with my nicotine anxiety. I wandered up to the main circle and met a fellow that manufactured plate glass xylophones and wooden marimbas. I borrowed one and played at the main circle. Then went over to a stage near the entrance and joined a group performing there. I was not wearing any clothes... It's the one time in my entire life that I have performed on stage nude... We mostly played songs like "JINGO" by Santana... that classic beat...
And the song "Infinite Sun"

Lyrics:
We are all one 'neath the Infinite Sun,
forever, forever, forever...
I will never forget you,
I will never forsake you,
forever, forever, forever...

Later that day I met some women and retired to their blanketed campsite for a back rub... One was named Terri and we became friends... Traded phone numbers... She decided to leave the Gathering Early because she wanted to go to the Bob Dylan and The Dead concert at RFK Stadium in Washington DC.
I selected to not go because the Gathering was a better event... In my opinion...
On July 4th at the main circle I found a bowl of Peyote unattended... It had a sign saying Sacrament, Help Yourself... and I did... For the entire day I ate small bits of Peyote... Just a small amount and then wait a half an hour, then another small amount and wait... after about 12 hours I had eaten a LOT and truly got the Mescaline High without barfing. The flavor of Peyote is quite bitter and many people find it to be so bad that they barf... I prefer the slow, steady approach.

I wandered over to a stage made out of hay bales and enjoyed the music. There was a cable slide built into a tree and I rode that often. How it worked: there was a steel cable leading from a platform about 15 feet up in a tree stretched tautly to a stake in the ground... A person sat in a leather seat that was attached to the cable by a freespinning wheel and chain... Jump off the platform and ride the cable to the ground... whee! swing the seat back up the cable for the next rider... That was an amazing ride, home made by Rainbow Gatherers just for our own amusement... Thanks!!!

Then I started dancing with a lady that had coarse brown hair... we became friends and were kissing on the ground when she suggested we go on stage and sing for the rest of the tribe. By this time I was very high on Peyote. She gave me a choice of three songs to perform... the names of the first two songs were incomprehensible so I selected Kumbayah, the third choice. We did go onto the stage and sang for the rest of the tribe... by that time she selected to go to her campsite and we parted ways... I located my sleeping bag and found that another lady was in it... I told her to not worry or leave and we slept together like spoons...

In my reading about the Native American Church, one of the things that happens is that a person high on peyote meets Mescalito and is taught their song... then they perform it for the tribe... My experience was similar... I felt as if the woman with the coarse brown hair was Mescalita and we did perform my song...


A couple of days later I drove home and went out on a date with Terry. We had a fine time and she and her girlfriend wanted a ride to an Ashram in rural Virginia. So the three of us went to visit Dar San Singh near an army base on the Potomac. We could hear the explosions of the warriors practicing with their weapons. The sound provided contrast for what was happening at the Ashram.
The Spiritual Study of Indian Religion.
I didn't quite grasp the message of this GURU (mainly because I could not understand a word he said-heavy accent, talked quietly) so I and the Terry's girlfriend came back to DC and I dropped her off at her house.

And THAT's how I spent my summer vacation...
link to my Rainbow Gathering webpage... a "we did it ourselves" event!


OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

New Years Eve Shows... Add a little theater to your classic dead show.
I was lucky enough to see Carlos Santana and the Dead at the Cow Palace. Santana played up until midnight... then a float was pushed from the back of the arena to the front with Father Time riding it and a Newborn Baby took over the hourglass. Then the Dead started playing after midnight... I went with my first wife and we had a fine time... Such a blessing to be in love, stoned and at a Dead Concert! Maui-Wowie!
another New Years eve show was at the San Francisco Convention Center and they let us in really early. We played volleyball until it was time for the band to play. That is just the type of experience that is totally unavailable at any other rock concert... Many Thanks to Bill Graham for allowing us to be part of the family.


Another New Years show involved me purchasing 10 tickets in Washington DC for a concert at the Oakland California Basketball arena. Then I flew out to visit my parents in Los Gatos for Christmas. I sold (at cost) all the tickets to my friends from high school. They were so very happy because the show was sold out and I had the miracle tickets! I got to be a passenger in back of my friends truck... playing guitar and singing as we sped down the freeway... outdoors... with the wind in my hair... FREE!

That show was really drenched with the feeling of family... I was introduced to "Laser" Lester and his wife Marsha... Lester and I walked down to the dance floor in order to score some acid and sure enough, I saw a distortion in the crowd... like someone was dealing... I said "Lester, Lester, Look at that!" and he agreed that it certainly LOOKED like a spiral of deadheads surrounding a dealer... and it was.. all the time Marsha kept hold of our seats... every once in a while we visited her and the kids and my friends but mostly it was dance dance dance...

My other friends (who shall remain nameless) brought their two 16 years old daughters... I enjoyed playing guitar and singing for the girls and one of them wrote down the lyrics to a song she had written in my notebook... In my guitar case are some notebooks where I write down the lyrics and chord changes for all my favorite songs... many people over the years have requested that I learn their favorite song and I do the research and add it to the playlist...  but to write in my book is quite a special event... usually I have to do all the work, but sometimes someone else has a song in their heart!
I forgot the tune to her song but a year later I was visiting Walden Pond near Boston and had the time and the inspiration to formalize a tune and the chord changes... I was missing a pencil or pen so I burned a stick and wrote the chords with the charcoal... BIG LETTERS... in E Minor...

"Laser" Lester got his nickname because he was a laserist for Bill Graham.

The classic "too much information to grasp" artform...
We did it at the Fillmore West with a lightshow, rock band, psychedelic drugs and people dressed in bizarre costumes... ahh... that WAS a little MORE multimedia than just a computer playing sound and displaying images... WAY MORE...

OK, What is a mind sprout anyway?
Well, on LSD, I feel as if my mind had given birth to a new way of life...
a new and better path between the dawn and the dark of night...
At the very least, it caused me to become interested in the search for enlightenment as a worthy goal in life.

The Western World was permanently re-arranged by the millions of people that had the psychedelic experience... but over half of the world simply missed the bus!

Please visit the links above for PSYCHEDELIC ART
printed on Shirts, Coffee cups, Buttons, stickers and MORE. 

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and then on facebook... I read this Touching Autobiography by Holly Osbourne... 

I was in a 9th-grade classroom, a new student-teacher, being introduced to my teacher coworkers, and then there he was, with a ponytail and a cut-off tie-dye that showed the dancing bear tattoo on his shoulder. I vaguely recognized the dancing bear, and I was pretty sure it was related to the Grateful Dead. I was 10 years younger than him, more of a Dave Mathews and Pearl Jam kind of gal. I did, however, know that I wanted the guy under the cut-off shirt to take me on a date, and finally, I convinced him. When we would go out, he always played the Grateful Dead in the car. I did not quite understand the cult following of the Grateful Dead. The singing seemed mediocre at best, the songs were really long, and I recognized almost none of them. During the summer of 2004, he took me to a Grateful Dead Concert, or whatever they were known by then. I danced the night away, but I still was not connecting with the music the way he was, feeling the music deep down into his soul.  I did not recognize one song that evening.  I did, however, enjoy the people watching. Everyone wore smiles and brightly colored clothing. I was mildly intrigued. We were still dating, and I wanted him to like me, so I said nothing about not really enjoying the music. But I fell in love with the guy under the shirt, as he had become my very best friend. We were married a year later, and I have never looked back.
Throughout the years, we went to a couple of Dead concerts. They were all the same for me. I would go to the concerts, enjoy watching the crowd, dance around with a smile on my face, but I still was not really connected to the music. At this point, I had pretty much given up on understanding Deadheads and their love of adequate music. Our lives continued moving forward with 2 children, 2 dogs, and a house.
In 2017, my hubby suggested that we attend the Darkstar Jubilee, which was 3 days of camping and almost constant music. I was open to the idea. It was close, we have a pop-up camper, and we wanted to expose our kids to more live music, so it was decided. We arrived at a sea of tents and campers and all ages of Deadheads. We became fast friends with the family camped next to ours. We all joined in the dancing, the yoga, the tie-dying, the bubble wanding, the kids’ parade, but most importantly, I began to understand and connect with the Dead community. And through my understanding of the community, I began to actually listen to the music.
Over the next year, I began to understand, wanting to be a part of the Deadhead community. So, I listened and learned all I could during the next year. When the Darkstar Jubilee came around in 2018, I was more than excited and ready to fully immerse myself in the community, where music was at the center of the entire experience. It took me a while, but I finally felt like I belonged in the community, not just being surrounded by it.
We planned to go to a Dead and Co. concert in Indiana during the summer of 2019, so we dropped the kids off at my parents, and off we went. Our plan was to camp across the street from the venue, so it was going to be a great experience for me, joining in and spending time with the other Deadheads. Once we arrived, we set up camp and then walked across the street to Shakedown and had an early dinner and mingled with others who were just as excited to be there as we were. We went inside of the outdoor venue, and once the music began, I felt a part of it. I felt it inside of me, whatever “it” is. We sat on our blanket during the break and my stomach began to hurt. I tried to ignore it during the second set, but it just kept getting worse. Finally, I knew that the only solution was to throw up. I was going to be the only non-alcohol infused individual throwing up in the bathroom! I get there and cannot do it, so I went outside of the bathroom to a grassy area to sit, still in the venue. I kept getting stares from the teenage workers collecting garbage. I finally threw up on the grass during the encore. Soon after, people began to leave the pavilion and head for home, and all I could do was lean on a wall, looking pathetic I’m sure. A woman came to me and asked if I was ok and if I wanted water. I said yes, and a bottle of water was thrown our way as soon as she requested it from the crowd. My hubby exited through another exit, so we met back at our campsite, where I climbed into my sleeping bag and did not move until the morning. I fell asleep to the continuous filling of nitrous balloons.
On our way home, I realized that I felt cheated out of a concert, and I wanted more. I proceeded to book a flight to Denver where we could see the last 2 Dead and Co. shows in Boulder and then head into the Rocky Mountains for some camping and hiking. My excitement could hardly be contained!
So, after taking the kids back to my parent’s house, we flew on a planeload of Deadheads headed to the same place as us! Before the first show, we spent some time hiking locally and hanging out on Shakedown Street. And then the real fun began. The music, the mountains in the distance, and the community filled my soul. I was so joyful that I could not stop smiling and dancing and singing! But during the second song, Cold Rain and Snow, black clouds opened and began to pour buckets on us while lightning shot through the sky. The singing stopped, and management said we should leave the metal bleachers for a safer space. Everyone began to walk slowly, in an orderly fashion, until the clouds began to pelt hail down upon us. People began to push, and all I could think in my mind is that the membranes of my lungs were going to be squished together, and I lost my mind. I dug my feet into the ground, pushed back on my husband, and pushed forward on the person in front of me. In my brain, I had to make room to be sure my lung membranes were not going to get squished. At this point, I blacked out, so my memory has been filled in by my hubby. Another gentleman and my hubby made a little pocket, so the crowd flowed around me as I freaked out. But there was an angel in the crowd for me. A fellow Deadhead took my hands into hers, looked directly into my face, and she began to yell at me to breathe in and out.  I kept breathing, and I began to return to something like normal. I had some space around me. Another young girl asked to hold my hand, where I could tell that she understood my pain. I have never been so afraid in my life, and this was my first true panic attack. But I am glad that I was surrounded and supported by the community, of which I just kept feeling more a part of. After about another hour, the show began back up and we had a very wet, cold concert experience that evening. So again, I felt cheated out of an experience I craved.
On the day of the last show of the tour, we started it with a killer breakfast and a beautiful hike near Boulder. We then headed to Shakedown in the afternoon. We found a grassy area where my hubby joined in a game of frisbee. Laying on the grass, gazing at the mountains felt like home for me. It was a peacefulness that I had never felt before and have not since.  We then headed into the venue where the show was perfect, the experience was just what I had been craving for so long. The music spoke to me and the Deadheads surrounding us were full of pure happiness. For me, I guess the third show was the charm for me!
I am sad for all the possible Deadhead years that I lost because of simple disinterest. I am also sad that I never had the chance to see Jerry in person. But that sadness soon turns to gratefulness that I have gotten on the bus at all. I am no longer missing out on a loving, joyful group of people who have accepted me without question. How rare is that in today’s world? And thanks to my best friend and Hubby, Chad Meyers 




"The Daily Miracle of Food." from That Great Book "Tortilla Flat" by John Steinbeck... The Main Characters Often Give Thanks for...

"The Daily Miracle of Food." They had Random Employment and So Earning Enough Money to Eat Was NOT Guaranteed... Somehow... Every Day... They Got Enough to Live One More Day...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tortilla_Flat

The Reason I Remembered this Story is that One of my Housemates Died Yesterday.  However, You and I Survived... Fantastic! She was a Very Old Lady and Her Last Week on Earth Was VERY Painful. It Seems Like a Blessing for Her to Finally Die and Stop Suffering. She Had Dementia and The Main Symptom Was That She Was Afraid All The Time. Imaginary Dangers Threatened Her. Our Care Givers Would TRY To Calm Her Down and Explain That She Was in NO Danger... She Was Surrounded by Gentle People That Loved Her But... She Still Was Anxious All the Time... 

I Live in an Assisted Living Facility With Six Residents and Three Care Givers. I Have Seen Many People Die... It Sure Has a Way of Focusing My Attention... I'm Grateful For Every Single Day... Especially Because... NOW... I'm In Good Health... When I First Moved Here i Had to Walk With a Walker... Then I Exercised Every Day and Eventually I Could Just Walk, Unassisted... NOT FAR but About One City Block or Maybe Two... I Still Go For a Walk... Not Every Day But Maybe Every Other Day... It Get's TOO HOT Outdoors in the Afternoon, so I Try To Walk Right After Breakfast... Three Cups of Coffee and I'm Ready to March... 


mandala animation by gvan42


Free Coloring Book VW BUS by gvan42

Bill W. Invented Alcoholics Anonymous on a Psychedelic Trip. "The Belladonna Cure" - Two drugs - Henbane and Belladonna

Bill Wilson, cofounder of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) had his spiritual awakening while undergoing this treatment. He never drank again.
Wilson's description of his experience: "All at once I found myself crying out, "If there is a God, let Him show himself! I am ready to do anything, anything! Suddenly the room lit up with a great white light. I was caught up in an ecstasy which there are no words to describe. It seemed to me in my mind's eye, that I was on a mountain and that a wind not of air but of spirit was blowing. And then it burst upon me that I was a free man. Slowly the ecstasy subsided. I lay there on the bed, but now for a time I was in another world, a new world of consciousness... and I thought to myself, "So this is the God of the preachers!" A great peace stole over me."

http://www.amazon.com/Alcoholics-Anonymous-Comes-Age-History/dp/091685602X

The Belladonna Cure:
The formula for Towns-Lambert cure was the deliriant, Atropa belladonna, also called deadly nightshade. The effects of belladonna include delirium, hallucinations, light sensitivity, confusion, and dry mouth. The second ingredient in the mixture was another deliriant, Hyoscyamus niger, also known as henbane, hog's bean, or insane root. It contained two alkaloids, hyoscyamine and hyoscine. 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_B._Towns


Bill Wilson, Founder of Alcoholics Anonymous was VERY Excited about the use of LSD in treating Alcoholism... Then he had Second Thoughts...

He started AA because of a Psychedelic Experience where he met GOD personally by taking Belladonna and Henbane on a five day guided Trip... He saw a Mystical White Light and was given the Fundamental Idea of AA...in 1935... Then 20 Years Later... He tried LSD and thought it would be really great if everyone met GOD personally...

In 1955, came to believe that LSD was a way to allow that meeting to happen... Many AA members were having trouble with the step where you needed to believe that a "Higher Power" could restore your Sanity. Especially members that did not believe in God... Bill felt that LSD could introduce people to a Higher Power DIRECTLY...

Sort of like having God's Phone Number, Dialing the Phone and Handing it to the AA member...

Then on second thought... Bill realized that the AA program was working just fine as it was and there was NO NEED TO FIX SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT BROKEN.

Then use of LSD became just another "Outside Issue" that AA had no opinion on... [Tradition 10]
And this turned out to be a wise choice...

https://aaagnostica.org/2015/05/10/bill-wilsons-experience-with-lsd/

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2012/aug/23/lsd-help-alcoholics-theory

One Great Idea at AA is You CHOOSE YOUR OWN GOD... OR... Lack of God... 

So Many Different Gods... and So Many Believers Loudly Proclaim that THEIR God is the One True God. That's Absurd! I, like 100% of the people on Earth HAVE NO CLUE if God is real or not.

Some people state that they know... but they are just deluding themselves... I don't mind them deluding themselves, but if they Kill people that are of different Religions... They are Crazy and Dangerous.  


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Here is An Examination of My Beliefs... 
GOD = Group of Drunks

I do pray... I may not believe in God but what if God believes in me? I often send prayers for good health to the people who are sick. If God is Real, he reads my email... and the people who get the email feel better...

I accepted Jesus as my personal Savior in 1976. If Christianity turns out to be the correct Religion, I'm Saved! I was living with my first ex-wife and she was interested in me becoming a Baptist and I was interested in sex with her so... I went forward at a meeting, accepted Christ, joined the choir and then got bored with it all... we rarely attended. I did like Communion... It's a make believe Vampire, Cannibal Cult! Pretend to drink a persons BLOOD and Eat a persons BODY... OOOH! That's Creepy! But FUN!

However, I much later I did become addicted to crack cocaine and when I wanted to stop I went to a Baptist Church and gave my addiction to Jesus, and never smoked crack again. That evening I went to the Pink Floyd "concert" called "Welcome to the Machine" and that helped also because it gave me something to distract my attention while I was suffering thru the withdrawal symptoms. Another time I went to the Presbyterian Church founded by Annie Bidwell in Chico and prayed that God would find my friends a JOB... and later that week both Manuel and Victoria were employed. A miracle...  Not only that but if I ever stub my toe or hit my thumb with a hammer I shout out JESUS!

When I joined Alcoholics Anonymous I was introduced to the concept of a "Higher Power" helping me with my addiction. The "Higher Power" that worked for me was The "Group of Drunks" an acronym GOD... We were supposed to seek guidance thru prayer and meditation. However I always got Nothing from Prayer or Meditation. ZERO. The Group did help and I stopped drinking alcohol. Remember, Bill Wilson invented Alcoholics Anonymous while tripping on Belladonna and Henbane. Both POWERFUL Hallucinogens. He saw the "White Light" and had a vision of God. Me TOO! Me TOO! LSD, DMT, Peyote and Magic Mushrooms all give you a vision of God. I do like AA so Bill's Trip was a great help to mankind.

If the Hindus or Buddhists are right I'm set to reincarnate as a human or better because I've lead a good life. I have NOT killed any people but have eaten a few hamburgers... I love Bacon too... Oh Well... Maybe I'll come back as a Cow... and then a Hamburger myself...

If the Mormons are right, I'm not in luck. I liked meeting the Mormon people in Utah, they were very friendly and helpful but I just can't believe that God is an Extraterrestrial... Moroni from a star in the constellation Orion... Not very likely to be true.

However, maybe the "Ancient Alien" theorists are right. There sure is a lot of really strange evidence of Alien Visitation... For Example: Why did Mexicans, Cambodians and Egyptians all build Pyramids? What is their purpose? Did they have Alien Help?

If Islam is correct I'm screwed... But then, their Religion JUST SUCKS.

I like THOR... Valhalla I am coming. Led Zeppelin "Immigrant Song"
 https://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/vikingkittens

I have a few members of my family that are Jewish and I think that on Judgement day they will let me in. I've been nice to them and that's important in a world where some people put them in gas chambers and kill them.

Of COURSE, Gaia makes a lot of sense. I can really relate to the fact that all plants and animals are brothers and sisters... I really GROK this idea when I'm in a Redwood Forest. I lived on the edge of a second growth forest for 15 years and I "owned" a specific tree in Eureka. I sat on it daily and smoked cigarettes... I sat on it more often that anyone else so it's MY TREE and I'm It's Human. I will share that tree with our cat Meadow as she liked it too.

Then there are the Goddess Religions... Thankfully, I've met a couple of Goddesses and I sure am glad. One was nicknamed "Nature Nurse". She became my Second Ex-Wife.
Another was Ja-Kay R. from Chico. We played the drums in a band in Paradise, California  and performed "Miserlou" at the Farmers market in downtown Chico. A beautiful Blond Nordic Goddess.
Another was a GURU/Teacher named Sonya Sophia who lead a group healing seminar at the Utah Rainbow Gathering. I also bought admission to her weekly internet sessions where we studied "Tapping" a self-help Acupressure technique... I did that for about a year and learned as much as she could teach. "I Love and Accept Myself"

Rastafarians? Sure, I've smoked a lot of reefer... I can play reggae music... it's got ONE CHORD! Easy but I find it boring even when I'm stoned. Cannabis Psychosis is REAL. If you smoke every day you remain stoned even if you don't smoke... You stay stoned for about a month... and I saw things that were not there but I believed that they were... Difficult to take care of business when I'm THAT Stoned...

Pastafarians? - The Flying Spaghetti monster is a good joke.

The Church of the Subgenius? OK, another good joke.

I'm a registered Minister in the Universal Life Church. Why Not?

Scientology? No thanks, that "E-Meter" is BOGUS science and I know enough about electrical engineering to see that the great OZ is just a man behind a curtain... It's a GREAT religion for L. Ron Hubbard but not for any of the followers.

Timothy Leary and LSD? Ultimately it was disappointing and just an amusing ride... No more meaning than a good roller coaster...

Ram Dass? He took a lot of LSD and then went all the way to India to find a GURU... Then he learned to "BE HERE NOW" from a 6 foot 7 inch surfer from Laguna Beach. He could have saved a lot of time wasted on air travel if he had just gone surfing in California FIRST and Ignored the Indians... but he writes great books...

Ken Kesey and the Grateful Dead... Fun to dance to rock music on LSD. However it all has the creepy feeling that it was just an experiment in the CIA Project MKULTRA. What IF we dosed millions of people Nationwide? Would that be useful as a Weapon of War? Make the enemy too stoned to fight?

Surfing as a religion? Yes, that makes sense. Or to put it more simply, doing what you love to do as a way of life... Playing the ukulele or throwing pottery or oil painting or computer programming or dancing or bicycle riding or snow skiing or camping or taking photographs or ... etc etc etc... Yes there is a bliss when a person is doing something they love and are totally focused... TIME itself seems to pass more rapidly... I have experience this myself while programming graphic arts... Suddenly hours have passed while I was "in the zone".

A Christian fellow was giving a lecture at Humboldt State University one time and he said that there was only ONE WAY to go to Heaven, Jesus. He said that you couldn't find God by Mountain Climbing OR Drugs... What he forgot to mention was finding God by Mountain Climbing AND Drugs. BOTH! at the same time! It's not an either/or question... I have hiked to the top of El Capitan in Yosemite on LSD and I"m really glad I did...  He also said that Premarital Sex was a SIN. Like, BAD and you shouldn't do it. What an Idiot. I bet that attitude prevented him from getting laid.

Once I read a book called "The Four Agreements" by Don Miguel Ruiz and there was a lot of Toltec Wisdom there.

Another Book Series: "The Teachings of Don Juan" by Carlos Castaneda... Yaqui Indian Brujo Wisdom

I've played the Father Drum with Native Americans and THAT was "Big Medicine"...

"The Temple of the Screaming Electron" and Digital Immortality. Ray Kurzweil plans to  upload your entire Brain to the Internet and Living forever in the cloud.  I'm working on that too with my Blog by typing almost every event in my entire life and every opinion I've ever held...

So, if you don't like your God simply FIRE him and Write your own Religion!


Read more of my Autobiography at: http://gvan42.blogspot.com/2018/03/growing-up-in-los-gatos-california-in.html

If You Can't Go To an AA Meeting, Here are All the Words We Read... "MEETING FORMAT", "The AA Preamble", "HOW IT WORKS", "MORE ABOUT ALCOHOLISM", "THE TWELVE TRADITIONS", "THE PROMISES" and Many Many More...

MEETING FORMAT
Hi everybody, welcome to the (day & time) meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous, ________ Group. I’m an alcoholic and my name is ______.
Shall we open the meeting with a moment of silence followed by the Serenity Prayer.
Read the preamble (What Is A.A.?), on the other side of this sheet.
Have someone read How It Works .
Have someone read The Twelve Traditions.
Have someone read More About Alcoholism.
Ask if there is anyone within their first 30 days who would like to introduce themselves
Any visitors from outside the area
Any birthdays
Anyone here for their first meeting ever.
Read The Announcements.
Ask if anyone has something to discusss, or suggest a topic. (If the meeting is large, ask that comments be kept relatively short.)
Pass the basket for our 7th Tradition around ½ hour to 45 minutes after the meeting has started.
Meetings are 1 ½ hours (ending at 1:30 PM, 7:00 PM and 9:30 PM ), but the group conscience can decide to allow the meeting to run longer.
To close, read or have someone read The Promises or other approved A.A. literature (such as page 164 of the Big Book).
Announce we will close the meeting in the usual manner.
Stand and recite The Lord’s or Serenity Prayer as a group.
Enter the amount of the 7th Tradition money collected, date, & time of meeting on the envelope. If there were book sales or H & I contributions, list separately. Turn in to the landlord.
Turn off coffee maker, fans, heater and lights. Make sure the hall is clean and ready for the next neeting. Confirm door is locked when you leave.

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The AA Preamble
ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS is a fellowship of men and women who share their experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from alcoholism. The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. There are no dues or fees for A.A. membership; we are self-supporting through our own contributions. A.A. is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics, organization or institution; does not wish to engage in any controversy; neither endorses nor opposes any causes. Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics to achieve sobriety.

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HOW IT WORKS:
Rarely have we seen a person fail who has thoroughly followed our path. Those who do not recover are people who cannot or will not completely give themselves to this simple program, usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves. There are such unfortunates. They are not at fault; they seem to have been born that way. They are naturally incapable of grasping and developing a manner of living which demands rigorous honesty. Their chances are less than average. There are those, too, who suffer from grave emotional and mental disorders, but many of them do recover if they have the capacity to be honest. Our stories disclose in a general way what we used to be like, what happened, and what we are like now. If you have decided you want what we have and are willing to go to any length to get it - then you are ready to take certain steps. At some of these we balked. We thought we could find an easier, softer way. But we could not. With all the earnestness at our command, we beg of you to be fearless and thorough from the very start. Some of us have tried to hold on to our old ideas and the result was nil until we let go absolutely. Remember that we deal with alcohol - cunning, baffling, powerful! Without help it is too much for us. But there is One who has all power - that One is God. May you find him now! Half measures availed us nothing. We stood at the turning point. We asked His protection and care with complete abandon.
Here are the steps we took, which are suggested as a program of recovery:
1. We admitted we were powerless over alcohol - that our lives had become unmanageable.
2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible except when to do so would injure them or others.
10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
Many of us exclaimed, “What an order! I can’t go through with it!” Do not be discouraged. No one among us has been able to maintain anything like perfect adherence to these principles. We are not saints. The point is that we are willing to grow along spiritual lines. The principles we have set down are guides to progress. We claim spiritual progress rather than spiritual perfection.
Our description of the alcoholic, the chapter to the agnostic, and our personal adventures before and after make clear three pertinent ideas:
(a) That we were alcoholic and could not manage our own lives.
(b) That probably no human power could have relieved our alcoholism.
(c) That God could and would if He were sought.


MORE ABOUT ALCOHOLISM:
Most of us have been unwilling to admit we were real alcoholics. No person likes to think he is bodily and mentally different from his fellows. Therefore, it is not surprising that our drinking careers have been characterized by countless vain attempts to prove we could drink like other people. The idea that somehow, someday he will control and enjoy his drinking is the great obsession of every abnormal drinker. The persistence of this illusion is astonishing. Many pursue it into the gates of insanity or death. We learned that we had to fully concede to our innermost selves that we were alcoholics. This is the first step in recovery. The delusion that we are like other people, or presently may be, has to be smashed. We alcoholics are men and women who have lost the ability to control our drinking. We know that no real alcoholic ever recovers control. All of us felt at times that were regaining control, but such intervals - usually brief - were inevitably followed by still less control, which led in time to pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization. We are convinced to a man that alcoholics of our type are in the grip of a progressive illness. Over any considerable period we get worse, never better. We are like men who have lost their legs; they never grow new ones. Neither does there appear to be any kind of treatment which will make alcoholics of our kind like other men. We have tried every imaginable remedy. In some instances there has been brief recovery, followed always by a still worse relapse. Physicians who are familiar with alcoholism agree there is no such thing as making a normal drinker out of an alcoholic. Science may one day accomplish this, but it hasn’t done so yet. Despite all we can say, many who are real alcoholics are not going to believe they are in that class. By every form of self-deception and experimentation, they will try to prove themselves exceptions to the rule, therefore nonalcoholic. If anyone who is showing inability to control his drinking can do the right-about-face and drink like a gentleman, our hats are off to him. Heaven knows, we have tried hard enough and long enough to drink like other people! Here are some of the methods we have tried: Drinking beer only, limiting the number of drinks, never drinking alone, never drinking in the morning, drinking only at home, never having it in the house, never drinking during business hours, drinking only at parties, switching from scotch to brandy, drinking only natural wines, agreeing to resign if ever drunk on the job, taking a trip, not taking a trip, swearing off forever (with or without a solemn oath), taking more physical exercise, reading inspirational books, going to health farms and sanitariums, accepting voluntary commitment to asylums - we could increase the list ad infinitum.


THE TWELVE TRADITIONS
1. Our common welfare should come first; personal recovery depends upon A.A. unity.
2. For our group purposes there is but one ultimate authority - a loving God as He may express himself in our group conscience. Our leaders are but trusted servants; they do not govern.
3. The only requirement for A.A. membership is a desire to stop drinking.
4. Each group should be autonomous except in matters affecting other groups or A.A. as a whole.
5. Each group has but one primary purpose - to carry its message to the alcoholic who still suffers.
6. An A.A. group ought never endorse, finance, or lend the A.A. name to any related facility or outside enterprise, lest problems of money, property, and prestige divert us from our primary purpose.
7. Every A.A. group ought to be full self-supporting, declining outside contributions.
8. Alcoholics Anonymous should remain forever nonprofessional, but our service centers may employ special workers.
9. A.A., as such, ought never be organized, but we may create service boards or committees directly responsible to those they serve.
10. Alcoholics Anonymous has no opinion on outside issues; hence the A.A. name ought never be drawn into public controversy.
11. Our public relations policy is based on attraction rather than promotion; we need always maintain personal anonymity at the level of press, radio, and films.
12. Anonymity is the spiritual foundation of all our traditions, ever reminding us to place principles before personalities.

THE PROMISES
If we are painstaking in this phase of our developments, we will be amazed before we are half way through. We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace. No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others. That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear. We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest is our fellows. Self-seeking will slip away. Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change. Fear of people and economic insecurity will leave us. We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us. We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves. Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled among us - sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them. (pages 83 - 84)

THE SERENITY PRAYER:
God Grant me the Serenity to Accept the things I cannot Change, Change the things I Can and the Wisdom to Know the Difference.

Photo of Mom's AA Chico, CA. Meeting Hall...

This hall was closed by the city health department.
It was a miracle when it was alive... 
 It Was in the Haven Motel...

NEW LOCATION:
Mom's AA 
  • 2109 Esplanade Ste 110, Chico CA 95926 [MAP]
Mom's has meetings every day of the year... 
rain, sleet, snow, fire, heatwave, earthquake... 
they still have a meeting... 

AA Slogan - Free Coloring Book Art by gvan42

AA Slogan - Free Coloring Book Art by gvan42

A VISION FOR YOU
Abandon yourself to God as you understand God.
Admit your faults to Him and to your fellows.
Clear away the wreckage of your past.
Give freely of what you find and join us.
We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit,
and you will surely meet some of us
as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.
May God bless you and keep you - until then.
(page 164 of the book Alcoholics Anonymous)

Prayer of Saint Francis:

Lord, make me a channel of thy peace;
that where there is hatred, I may bring love;
that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness;
that where there is discord, I may bring harmony;
that where there is error, I may bring truth;
that where there is doubt, I may bring faith;
that where there is despair, I may bring hope;
that where there are shadows, I may bring light;
that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted;
to understand, than to be understood;
to love, than to be loved.
For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
It is by dying that one awakens to eternal life.
Amen.

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Thank You! Free Coloring Book Art by gvan42


MY MEDALLION
I always carry my medallion,
A simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I'm in recovery
No matter where I may be.
This little chip is not magic
Nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn't supposed to protect me
From every possible harm.
It's not meant for comparison,
Or for all the world to see,
It's simply an understanding
Between my Higher Power and me.
Whenever I doubt the cost
I paid for recovery,
I look at my medallion
To remember what used to be.
It reminds me to be thankful
For my blessings day by day,
And to practice the principles
In all I do and say.
It's also a daily reminder
Of the peace and comfort I share
With all who work the Program
And show they really care.
So I carry my medallion
To remind no one but me
That the Promises will unfold
If I let God work for me.
submitted by Roger... THANKX

Let us also remember to guard that erring member, the tongue and if we must use it, let us use it with kindness & consideration & tolerance.
Part of Dr. Bob's Farewell speech... Quoted from the book "Dr. Bob and the Good Oldtimers" a fine book.

"If you want that feeling of uselessness and self pity to disappear, quit being useless and pitiful." A favorite saying of Tom from Eureka...
The Touch of The Master's Hand...

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who will start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar" --then, "Two!" "Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, twice;
"Going for three --" But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings.
He played a melody pure and sweet
As sweet as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said what am I bidden for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand twice;
And going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the master's hand.
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scattered with sin,
Is auctioned off cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine;
A game -- and he travels on.
He's "going" once, and "going" twice,
He's "going" and "almost gone."
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.

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