Worse than The Plague

One of the things I like most about dreams of the night is that they do not back off from reality. If they see that something is wrong, they say it, acknowledge it, and keep after us, repeating the message constantly from different angles, until we admit the truth.

The backing off from the truth has always seemed to me to be like having other gods before us, a violation of the very first commandment, or a form of the first of the seven deadly sins, Pride. I immediately think of C. S. Lewis’s statement that there are those who say to God “Thy will be done” and there are those to whom God says, “OK, we’ll do it your way.”

It may be, however, that dreams stop speaking if there is absolutely no chance that we will ever admit what they are trying to tell us. But I don’t know this as a fact. Dreams do seem to be economical despite a common view that they are senseless, purposeless epiphenomena.

Another aspect of dreams which particularly fascinates me is their connection to the paranormal things like telepathy, remote viewing, foresight, healing, communication with people who have “died” and other spiritual forms such as angels.

I simply can not imagine life without honoring dreams as the most important truth-speakers in my life – I can’t even imagine not paying any attention to my dreams – and yet I know, despite all those who have written about them, that I have personally not met more than three people during my whole seventy-eight years who have the remotest clue of what they are missing. They are simply scornful if you bring up the subject.

I consider this to be a far worse loss for us all than the current Coronavirus plague.

Reading about Death Experiences

The books which have excited me the most recently are in the area of “death experiences” - reports of people who cross over, and then return and tell about it. There are also now many of these reports on YouTube which are spoken by the actual experiencers, giving them an added credibility and import.

The following example is especially helpful because it contains a “distressing” observation of hell. Most NDE accounts do not include that, and I am grateful for, and fascinated by, the literature being written to remedy that lack.

I have personally had a glimpse into the abyss, and have witnessed a psychic attack, and think that the old saying that “The devil’s most dangerous trick is the lie that he doesn’t exist” is probably true. I think it’s fair and helpful to admit that it exists, but also think it’s not something that we can handle with just our own human powers.

I find that these videos carry far more meaning to me than the many attempts to be “scientific” about the experiences, devising variable-correlation experiments to arrive at statistics for prediction and control.

The interest of the ancient Egyptians in the subject is familiar to all of us, but dealing with the problem of death has obviously confronted every human being who ever lived.

I keep coming back to Emanuel Swedenborg, whom I’ve been reading for fifty years, as ultimately being the most helpful in my own attempts to deal with it. I think his “memorable relations” of his talks and experiences with spirits and angels are interesting and true, but the fact that he integrates these experiences with such a large philosophy is what helps me most.

Here is one page from Swedenborg: Life and Teaching, by George Trobridge, 1907, 1933, about the acceptance of his writings:

Dental Care, Dental Tourism, and Humanness

There was an excellent article in the Huffington Post this morning about “dental tourism” which is well worth reading. It’s about USAers going to Mexico to get dental care that they could not afford nor find in the USA, but also has pertinent words about medical tourism in general.

I have already written a post about going to Mexico for dentistry, but have found such a good dentist in Canada – Dr. David Mady in Windsor, Ontario, only 200 miles away - that I no longer need to go to Mexico.

Getting good dental care in the US, particularly if you’re poor, is excruciatingly difficult and expensive. Dental insurance is pitiful and I often see people here in Dayton, Ohio, who just have all their teeth pulled out because they can’t afford dentistry.

I have often wondered how a millionaire could enjoy his yacht and still be aware, as he must be, of all the children who have tooth pain in his own community. How can he do it?! Everything is known and remembered and is permanent, despite attempts to evade or deny.

But what touched me most about the HuffPo article, despite being on a specific problem that appalls me, is the last paragraph quoting one of the dental patients who travels to Mexico from the USA for dentistry:

“Those guys are professionals. They work quick. They work as a team,” Rodman said. “They’re just as nice as they possibly could be. They treat you like a person, you know? You’re not just cattle run through there.”

Doesn’t that last sentence just ring your bell? “They treat you like a person, you know? You’re not just cattle run through there.”

The solution of every social problem I have encountered seems to me to require that we deepen our humanness – by which I mean our ability to see a situation from the Other’s point of view. I taught a sociology course for many years entitled “Contemporary Social Problems,” and that was the hard lesson of it for me.

Florence Nightingale "Cassandra"

Florence Nightingale's 1850 essay entitled “Cassandra” has received an immense amount of scholarship.

It's about the absurdity, horror, evil, and counterproductiveness of trying to exclude women from full life, which I believe basically to be a form of mass murder.

The essay is concentrated, passionate, deeply insightful and intelligent, and based on experience.

The version which I have just read is about thirty pages long, from The Feminist Press. Strangely, I have been able to find only a very few brief excerpts and abridgments online, even though it was written in 1850.

I think that this essay contains all the essentials of the problem, the problem of the devaluation and exclusion of women, the problem which I think is the most fundamental, important, problem in the world.

Here is just one short passage that struck me strongly:

We set the treatment of bodies so high above the treatment of souls, that the physician occupies a higher place in society than the schoolmaster. The governess is to have every one of God's gifts; she is to do that which the mother herself is incapable of doing; but our son must not degrade himself by marrying the governess, nor our daughter the tutor, although she might marry the medical man.

But my medical man does do something for me, it is said, my tutor has done nothing.

This is true, this is the real reason. And what a condemnation of mental science it is! Low as is physical science, that of the mind is still lower.

Women long for an education to teach them to teach, to teach them the laws of the human mind and how to apply them - and knowing how imperfect, in the present state of the world, such an education must be, they long for experience, not patch-work experience, but experience followed up and systematized, to enable them to know what they are about and where they are “casting their bread” and whether it is “bread” or a stone. (p. 39)

Is Trump A New Low or Has It Always Been Like This?

My friend thinks Trump is a new low, what with caging and separating children, the constant lying, the fear-mongering, and all that. Pinker and Gates and people like that think life is getting better. But I myself think that it’s always been this way.

I grew up in the USA during 1950’s and remember what high school and Pennsy Prep were like. I remember my university and graduate schools being essentially poison.

I saw what the USA did to me for opposing the Viet-Nam and Iraq invasions and crimes, and I remember the assassinations.

The “Howl” resonates from long before Lear to the Now of organized crime, the medical industry, consciously enshrined selfishness, the “elites.” Two twelve-year-old girls on my street alone got pregnant this year and that very bright ten-year-old girl from the next street who visits me once in a while loves books but has never been to a library in her life.

Sarah Silverman came the closest in her Thanksgiving Monologue that I can come to seeing a positive development – the fact that Trump is so absurd that more people than ever can see The Great America for what it actually is. And then there is Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and all the uncounted millions who support them and wish them well and thank them.

I look at this now, as an old man close to death, and feel that Trump is not a new low, but that it has always been like this. Perhaps that is in accord with what I think is the answer to the theodicy question: Namely, evil exists so that we can know, appreciate, the difference.

Visions of the Blind

Once in a while I come across a few lines in my reading that just resonate throughout my being, and I record them in my note book, and find them inside me ever after, with warmth and joy and light.

It happened this last week while I was reading a scholarly article about whether or not people who are blind from birth have vision during out-of-body experiences. (They do!)

The article itself is memorable but what struck me most inside it was the testimony of a blind-from-birth lady of what she saw while she was out of her body. The authors of the article interview her and write, p. 111:

“... she then "rolled out" to find herself lying on grass. She was surrounded by trees and flowers and a vast number of people. She was in a place of tremendous light, and the light, Vicki said, was something you could feel as well as see. What the light conveyed was love. Even the people she saw were bright and reflected the light of this love. "Everybody there was made of light. And I was made of light. There was love everywhere. It was like love came from the grass, love came from the birds, love came from the trees." Vicki then became aware of five specific persons she knew in life who were welcoming her to this place. Debby and Diane were Vicki's blind schoolmates, who had died years before, at ages 11 and 6, respectively. In life, they had both been profoundly retarded as well as blind, but here they appeared bright and beautiful, healthy and vitally alive, and no longer children, but, as Vicki phrased it, "in their prime."

Now, every syllable of that rings with me and the thought of sharing it with even one other person feels like heaven, too. And even beyond that, comes the vision that my friend Colleen is there. Now.

Colleen Large and Me, Victoria, BC, Summer, 2018.

Some Meta Remarks, Particularly on The Generals and Norman Morrison

The ending of the Old Year and the beginning of the New Year is always a special time for me. There is the excitement of wondering what the New Year will bring, wondering what presently-unimaginable thing I will be looking back at exactly one year from now.

Perhaps I can post more articles on this blog during the coming year than I did during this past year. I would like to do that.

The reason I didn't post very much during this past year was that I was out upon the land most of the year, in the USA and Canada. I rented out my home in Ohio early on, then took off, at seventy-seven years of age, to see what I could see for a year, while I was still able. I saw a lot, connected to a lot, and survived it so remarkably well that I am going to try it again for an other year.

Helen Keller said: “Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing.”


There are just so many topics that have preoccupied my mind recently that I need to write about some of them, particularly the subject of psychopathy (generally meaning sociopathy, anti-social personality disorder and even malignant narcissism) and the subject of Near-Death Experiences. I have been reading recently in these areas and am just astonished at how much has been done in them in during the last twenty years, never mind forty years.

I have also been astonished to see that two of my blog postings over the past year which have received the most “hits,” the most read around the world, have been my review of Thomas Hicks' book, The Generals, and my article on Norman Morrison.

I wrote those two articles right out from my soul, very much expecting that there might well be only one single soul out there in the rest of the whole world who would read them or understand them. I knew that I spoke the truth.

I also did absolutely nothing to promote them, nothing to draw attention to them. And yet they are two of my most popular, most-read, articles.

Amazing. Provoking.