I have created this blog to attempt to help those with chronic pain and depression. Sisyphus was a mythological figure sentenced to roll a stone uphill for eternity. In this way, I intend to approach chronic pain and depression as constant foes that must be your constant focus. Photo courtesy http://akrockefeller.com/blog/tibetan-autonomy-a-futile-odyssey/

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Hypnosis and Dehypnosis

Society is hypnotized. Read through your newsfeed and look at how people react to each other. There is very little real communication. There is mostly just a series of memes, one line insults, words spewed into the ether.

I am not accusing anyone of something I am not guilty of. We are hypnotized from the time we wake up until the time we go to sleep. Our phones, computers, radio. On a more personal basis, our political leaders. Our religious leaders. Medication. The list goes on and on.

There is a fundamental difference between belief and fear. I grew to understand this through someone named Fr. James O'Brien. His philosophy class shook me to the core, and sent me into about a decade of agnosticism. I spoke to him once at a reunion about my path and how I came back to Christ, and why he taught in the way he did. In his class, every week he would 'play' a different philosopher. Both philosophers that supported the existence of God and those who denied it.

He told me that you cannot truly believe something out of fear. But that in order to own a belief, you must hold it to the fire. If it burns away, it was an impure belief, but if it survives, and that truth does survive, then it would become part of your core. So rather than believing something because someone told you 'if you don't believe what I say, you will go to hell', you believe something on the basis that it was a universal truth that would uplift yourself, others and result in a closer relationship with God and your own purpose.

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  I believe Fr. O'Brien was teaching a form of dehypnosis, similar to Roy Masters. In the short term, it was disruptive. Long term, it has given me confidence in my belief. That I could not only believe it in hopes that I would not be condemned, but that I myself could spread a message of God's love.
Every thought we have, word we say, action we take, affects others in some way. Either positively or negatively. It is so important that we set our intention before we act.

The old saying 'What Would Jesus Do?' comes to mind. Would Jesus sit with the disciples and make snide remarks about someone who walked past, or loft an insult at someone without having some motivation to help that person? Would he walk up and tell the person that since they weren't like him, then they would burn eternally.

The answer is that he lead people through example, and in every case would give himself to that person, rather than shun them. Would serve them, and in turn, they would serve him. No threat was ever necessary. In cases where he had someone less receptive to his teachings, he wouldn't yell at them and threaten them, he would teach a parable and speak of the love of his Father. In every case, planting a seed of wisdom and love that would grow in that person.

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We should also act only in ways that help lead each other to salvation, always looking upward, not downward.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Path

There has been a lot in our world lately to cause one to pause and contemplate why it is all happening.  Some believe it is the end of the world.  Some believe it is social inequality, and others believe it is social justice.  As for me, I am just someone who is stepping back and trying to perceive what the cause of all of this is, as I feel all of the aforementioned reasons are symptoms of an illness.

What I have deduced is that it is a lack of inner peace.  It is really that simple.  Muslims calling for the death of Christians.  Christians berating those who they perceive as 'unsaved'.  Anger and blood in the streets.  Sarcasm and indifference from our politicians.

If you close your eyes, you are not closing them to the events going on in the world.  You may close them to examine your soul.  Your purpose.  

So many seek God in so many ways.  Some in the pews of a church.  Others in a mosque.  Others, with a needle, a prostitute, a can of alcohol.  A phone, a pokemon.  

Where God resides is within us.  He has always been there, yet we are untrained, unwilling, to close our eyes and see him.  To silence our mind and allow him to speak to us.  

We talk, but do not listen.  We hear, but do not listen.  We look, but don't see.  

God resides within us, within our own inner peace.  Should the world discover this, then all of the anger and hate would dissolve into love.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Zen and the Art of Flood Maintenance

I've a lot to write about.  I have been in such a mentally paralyzed state for the past couple of weeks that I haven't felt like writing anything.

When the state of West Virginia was hit with a flood that destroyed thousands of lives, like many others, I felt a NEED to help repair the situation.  In fact, it surprised me that there was such a positive reaction from around the country to help people in small towns that many had never even heard of.

Perhaps this is a flaw in my own cynicism.  Having listened to electronic conversations on social media, full of hatred and anger, admittedly I had grown to be very pessimistic about society.  Generally, to that point, I had believed that we had become a people who talk, but do not speak.  Who hear, but do not listen.  And who would rather talk THAN listen.

This generalization was disproved from all that has occurred on behalf of flooded areas of West Virginia.  

There is a massive amount of work remaining to do. And of the items that were lost, the psychological damage is even worse.  It will take years to rebuild the area, Physically, emotionally and spiritually.

One woman we helped had a grandfather clock proudly displayed in her living room.  Since it was water damaged, it had to be put on the curb as refuse, to be thrown away.  This clock was a gift that she and her now deceased husband had received in 1967 for their wedding.  An item she had to remember him by (pictured below).  Destroyed.

I am going to share some pictures of the effort, which included my 8 year old son, Patrick.  I am so proud of him and the empathy he shows.  He is mature in ways that many adults do not exhibit.

My sister in law also called the local news and told them about my donation collection effort, which I have included below.

I would also be remiss if I didn't mention that this trip and my ability to help physically with the effort was brought about by Regenexx stem cell therapy.

Please consider a cash or item donation for those affected by the flood.