The Ambidextrous Brain and Mind - Consciousness, of Mr. George D. Patnoe's, Ambidextrous Brain.

This blog includes 52 Stories in 52 Weeks, which was done in 2007, along with some metaphysical or life lectures. There is artwork and videos, too. I started writing and drawing with two hands around the year 2001 as a mental and brain development experiment on my own brain to restructure my brain's neurons, etc. again. Simply put, using two hands to write and draw forces both sides of the brain to connect together, to become a holistic, stronger, improved brain. I hope you enjoy my blog.

Friday, December 7, 2018

An Ambidextrous Drawing Exercise for My Drawing Brain: By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! December 7th, 2018.

An Ambidextrous Drawing Exercise for My Drawing Brain:
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!
Drawn on November 17th, 2018. Posted December 7th, 2018.
I was not trying to copy a perfect portrait drawing.  I was actually going to complete the drawing but I stopped drawing it.
A Photo from the Wall Street Journal.
The left drawing or portrait was drawn with my left hand before I drew with my right hand for the right side drawing or portrait.
As a side note. I was drawing under a red light bulb and which means I was not drawing under a white light bulb.
I drew each part of the drawing or portrait with my left hand or right brain first before I drew it with my right hand or left brain.
For example, the eyes were drawn with my left hand or right brain first before the eyes were drawn with my right hand or left brain.
I used Faber-Castell Graphite Sketch Pencils and
I used Strathmore 400 series 60 lb. paper. 3.5x5.



Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Where is my 13 Inch Blueberry Pie From the Church People. Where is my 13 Inch 13 Dollar Blueberry Pie from the 13 Year Old Church Boy ? Is This Story about a Pie or About Integrity from Church People? Can Church People be BAD Outside of Church? Hum! By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! December 5th, 2018.

 Where is my 13 Inch Blueberry Pie From the Church People.

 Where is my 13 Inch 13 Dollar Blueberry Pie from the 13 Year Old Church Boy?

 Is This Story about a Pie or About Integrity from Church People?

 Can Church People be BAD Outside of Church?  Hum!

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 December 5th, 2018.

The Story:

Sometime in late October 2018 I was reading my Wall Street Journal and New York Times newspaper while I was sitting on my front porch.  I also had the Economist magazine too but the Economist magazine is usually read at a different time.  But oh man, it was a nice afternoon too.  The sun was shining and the temperature was oh just perfect.  I had my cup of coffee and a diet soft drink on the ready placed on the tables next to my chair.  I was taking my time flipping through both the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times because I had no place I would rather be than home reading.  I hope my readers enjoy reading too especially my writings.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two boys walking on the sidewalk.  Ok, I think nothing of it until they begin to walk on my driveway up to me.  One boy who is 13 years old I learned later had some papers in his hand and he says to me, “Would you like to buy a 13 inch pie for 13 dollars so I can go to a camp?  The pies cost 13 dollars.”

His presence brought back my own memories of trying to sell items especially when I was in the Boy Scouts a long time ago.  There was an item we Boy Scouts were selling which were cans of fancy peanuts to raise money for some purpose.  I also remember how I was always trying to be a perfect salesman by using the perfect words to present myself and my product.  My dad was a salesman too but he sold other stuff during his lifetime.  I knew that he had to use words to sell his products whenever he presented himself to his potential buyers.

So I look at the young boy and I start to explain to him how to present himself to potential buyers.  Like, “Hello, my name is so and so and I am selling pies so I can go to camp.  I am from the so and so church and I was hoping that you would be kind as to buy a pie from me so I can go to camp.”  Those are paraphrase words my dear readers.  He listened and I had hoped that he had learn something from me before he walked to the next house and he knocked on other people’s front doors or rang their doorbells.

What I should have tried to teach the young 13 year old boy was something about ethics, morals, integrity, and professionalism when taking money from a buyer of a pie and never bringing the pie to the buyer when the date arrived for the pie to be delivered which happened to be November 17, 2018.  About 4-5 weeks away from the day I gave the 13 year old boy my 13 dollars for a 13 inch blueberry pie.  Or about 1.5 - 2 weeks from Thanksgiving Day.  I should have instructed that 13 year old boy that when he takes 13 US dollars from a buyer of a 13 inch blueberry pie and you do not deliver the 13 inch blueberry pie on the day you promised, or sometime after that day, you are now a thief, even if you and your parents go to church.  I should have told the 13 year old boy that when you take money from someone with the promise to deliver a 13 inch blueberry pie in the future and you do not deliver the pie, you are now a criminal with the words thief inside your brain with a possible criminal record.

Ok now, I had waited over a week or about 10-11 days after November 17, 2018 and still no pie.  I am thinking to myself, ‘Is the 13 year old boy going to deliver my pie or is he a thief?’  So now I am thinking over a week is to long and I have to take action to get my 13 inch blueberry pie.  Oh how I wanted to eat that blueberry pie during Thanksgiving Day too.  There was a memory about blueberry pies on Thanksgiving Day that was always in my memory bank.  The memory of my grandmother bringing out homemade blueberry and apples pies out from her kitchen that she hand baked by her own hands.  Oh they were so good.  So I simply wanted a blueberry pie on Thanksgiving day to enjoy.  But the church people did not care about my pie!  No they did not!

So I left a few messages on the church’s phone answering machine to find out if I was ever going to get my blueberry pie.  No response for over a week.  Now I am thinking to myself, if nobody as if no adult calls me about my blueberry pie, then I know that even people who go to church are criminals too, just like some police officers are criminals.  So I call the church on a Sunday when I hope a honest adult will talk to me.  All I get is the phone’s answering machine again.  And here is the punch line my dear readers.  The church is across the street from my house and I know that people have been entering that church almost everyday and nobody returned my phone calls about my 13 inch blueberry pie that I paid 13 dollars to the 13 year old boy.  I even asked them to knock on my front door so we could talk about my blueberry pie.  Nothing as in no response from the church people for about two weeks since my first phone call.

Hey, what am I going to do?  Right?  Am I really going to call the local worthless and corrupt  police department about a 13 year old boy who took my 13 dollars for a 13 inch blueberry pie.  No!  I will not take it that far because I am not that kind of person.  I was not going to call the police about a 13 year old thief.  I just did not have the heart to call the police about him but maybe I should have because you will not believe what happened next.

I get a phone call from an old man at the church and he has me talk to a younger 20 something year old male.  The problem here is that the 20 year old male started lying to me from the first words that came out of his mouth with statements like, “Sir we were not selling pies to anyone on the street.  We were only selling pie at (two building somewhere) so it was not possible that a boy from our church sold a pie to you.”  And then there was this statement.  “Sir we were selling pies for $13.50 and not for $13.  So you must have bought a pie from someone else.”  There were more lies from the church people who wanted to protect the 13 year old boy who sold me a 13 inch blueberry pie for 13 dollars.

Now, and get this my dear readers.  Now the so-called adult who wants to become a minster of the Holy Bible states to me after all of the denials two statements, “He left the pie on the front porch.”  And then it was, “We left the pie on the chair and someone must have stole it from you.”

What am I going to now I am thinking to myself.  Call the local worthless and corrupt police department on some church people and a 13 year old boy who took my 13 dollars for a 13 inch blueberry pie?  I actually like calling the police when I know that I really should be calling the police, but not for a 13 inch blueberry pie that I paid 13 US dollars to a 13 year old boy.  What were the police going to do anyway in a small town that is a political town which means if the local and corrupt police department knows the church people that in all likelihood the local and corrupt police department were going to take sides with the church people even if they are thieves by not bring my 13 inch blueberry pie before Thanksgiving Day, or sometime afterwards?

What did the young church going liar on the phone think I was going to do when he was lying to me during the conversations we had on the phone.  Nothing!  Did he think I was going to let him to lie to me with every sentence that was traveling through the air to my ears and brain and mind and consciousness?  So I ask him one very simple and direct question to get to the point of the matter.  I ask this person who believes that Jesus is God and you also believes that you have to believe in Jesus to get to heaven and who has to also believe that Jesus is God to get to heaven.

Well, I ask him one simple question.  “Are you lying to me?”

Well that must of hit his funny bone because to make a very long story very short he eventuality brought me a boysenberry pie.  And as he and his friend were walking away from me he raised his fist up in the air and he gave me the fuck you finger but he could not even do it to my face.

I ate the whole 13 inch boysenberry pie with a glass of milk over a week period of time and then I sat down to write this story for everyone to read on the world wide web.  I should have had some vanilla ice cream with the pie, but I was to lazy to go and buy some vanilla ice cream for my 13 inch boysenberry pie and glass of milk.
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Some Questions:

Now then, let me ask some questions for my dear readers to ponder about people who go to church and teach their children very bad habits.

Point # 1.  What are they teaching this 13 year boy about God, religion, morals, ethics, and the laws of God and men?

Point #2.  Do they really believe that lying and committing the crimes of taking money and not delivering the item is a good lesson to teach a 13 year old boy who also goes to church.

Point #3.  Do these church people really believe that Jesus is God and that you have to believe that he is God to get to a heaven somewhere in outer space which is not what Jesus taught at all?

Point #4.  Is everyone in that church going to hate my guts because I wanted my 13 inch blueberry pie that I paid 13 dollars to a 13 year old boy on a Sunday afternoon?

Point #5.  Am I ever going to buy another 13 inch pie from the church people who took my money and who did not want to deliver my blueberry pie to me at all as in no time whatsoever?

Point #6.  Maybe they need me to be a preacher to actually teach them about God and the Bible.

Point #7.  What would Jesus think about this story?  What would Jesus think?  Hum!

The real punch line here folks is this!  The church people did not want to deliver my 13 inch pie after I paid 12 US dollars to a 13 year old boy after I helped the local police dept and the FBI and ATF solve a crime that happened to that church during the summers months and after I called in a fire in their parking lot.  I guess that is what happens after a person helps a church and its people in America.  They should have given me a free pie for helping them, the cheap church people.



Thursday, November 29, 2018

Animal Abuse - Dog - Cat, Etc. Abuse! Pet Owners, Please Take Care of Your Pets. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! November 24th, 2018

Animal Abuse - Dog - Cat, Etc. Abuse!
Pet Owners, Please Take Care of Your Pets.
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!
November 24th, 2018
Introduction:
For 10s of thousands of years I am guessing, the mighty dog and other animals have been friends to the human species in various ways, I am guessing. It is very sad to think that the human species have not always been friends to the animal species, but especially to the dog species. Some people who have dogs as pets, even cats too, treat their dog and cat buddies, etc. and any other animals or creatures that are used as pets by human beings as real live pets, or creatures that need love, care, food, water, play time, attention time, and even just a good, safe, and warm place to sleep. Which is only one of the many reasons for this free online essay to my dear readers to read and learn from if any of you have missed the fine points of caring for your dogs and cats and other nonhuman creatures.
Case #1. A neighbor’s barking dog that was outside all night in the freezing cold air.
Some time ago, the night air was cold for humans and all living creatures. Cold enough at only 30 degrees. Not really very cold like 30 below zero but cold enough to freeze water and make dogs and cats and other animals who live out in the wild cold too, cold enough to suffer. About three o’clock (3am) in the morning I was suddenly woken up by a German shepherd dog that was barking very loud enough to wake up every sleeping human being within listening range wake up took, if they were sleeping at all. It has been a repeated pattern meaning that barking dog has continued to bark in the middle of the night and its owners do not care about it, nor about their neighbor’s need for sleep. I snapped out of my warm bed so fast that I surprised my self. I rushed myself into black shorts, a white tee-shirt, a real leather jacket, and I grabbed a phone just in case I needed to call the local police dept.
Out the door I quickly walked out and in seconds I was looking at that the poor freezing German shepherd dog who saw the fearlessness in my eyes. I started to yell a few choice words towards the house because I heard people inside whispering to each other. Hey, why not yell if they do not care about their barking dog I was thinking. So these people do not mind their barking dog when they too should be sleeping in the middle of the night. So I yelled words like, “Hey, some people need sleep. Can you stop your dog from barking at 3 am in the morning?” I heard more whispering.
I believe that I was thinking and speaking for everyone in the neighborhood who needed sleep that night before they had to wake up and start a new day, usually a very long day for most people who have to leave their house. And just in case my dear readers have never heard my voice, it can be very loud after 40 years of doing voice exercises in various ways. That meant that every person who was now awake in their warm beds with or without a window open was going to hear my voice talking to these Mexicans or whatever nationality they were who continued to let their dog bark at all hours of the night to keep people from sleeping, like the unconsidered morons they are both to their dog by leaving it outside all night in the freezing cold temperatures and by keeping their neighbors from sleeping by letting their dog bark at night. But here is the insane question, do not the owners themselves need sleep too?
BANG BANG BANG. On the door with my fist with a phone in my other hand ready to push buttons if I needed the police to show up. I got to tell you something about police that are not even 25 years old yet, their brains are not fully developed but they are allowed to carry guns.
The door opens and appears an older Mexican looking male and a female. I tell them, “People need their sleep.” I do not even ask them to shut up their barking dog because I knew that is what they already did not care about so far in this moment in time. Again at the top of my running lungs, “People need their sleep.” The Mexican male looks at me and he replies to my statements, “There are people walking by the house.” I ignore his reply. I am thinking to myself where are the people. The dog is barking at you, you moron because he does not want to be outside in the freezing cold. He wants to be inside the warm house like you want to be inside the warm house. You moron! I did not say it because if I have learned one thing in the school of hard knocks it is this. You usually can not teach stupid people anything so why waste your breath?
“Can you not bring your dog inside the house? It is freezing out here and people need their sleep.” Truth be told I was waiting for the cops to appear at any minute but they never showed up probably because nobody wanted to call the police when I was doing the correct thing for their own personal beauty sleep. Plus it was obvious that I was not scared of uneducated police at any time in my life. Second plus is my bet is that nobody was calling the cops because they all wanted the dog to stop barking as much as I did. On more time to the two idiots. “Can you please bring your dog inside the house so people can sleep?” And to give your dog a warm place to sleep. Hum! I turned around to walk away as I was hoping everyone was happy I opened my big mouth to solve their sleeping problems.
I do not know who I felt more sorry for. The freezing dog and animals in the world or the people who needed sleep so they could wake up the next day to go to school and work in the everyday world. I have a few bad memories about animal abuse that I have seen with my own two eyes that I want to share with my dear readers. I am sure many of my dear readers have seen their own animal abuse situations which sometimes can be solved and sometime not solved.
What is the mental state of human beings who do not care about their own dogs as real pets?
Case #2. Another dog freezing in its dog house in the freezing snow.
It was the one time that I knew that I could not do anything about dog abuse was when I was in junior high school in New York. I was not living in farm country nor the city at that time. The house next to my parents house had a dog house that was located some fifty feet from the human’s house, in the dead of winter, with feet of snow on the ground, in the freezing cold air. I watched the owner of the dog walk up to the dog house and feed the dog, but so what I thought to myself. The dog wants to be inside the warm house and it does not want to be outside in the freezing cold air with freezing cold snow around his dog house.
I felt powerless to do anything about that animal abuse as a young adult. Now I know what I would have done about it even if my actions did not accomplish anything as an end result. As the above words state quiet clearly, as a real man, I will say anything that needs to be stated when the time calls for action.
What was the mental state of that dog owner who let his dog live outside all year when he owned a big enough house for the dog to live all year long?
Case #3. A black dog dying on a mountain top during the summer hot heat.
Then there was the time when I was on top of a mountain top staring out into space when a white skinned lady shows up walking her black middle size dog up the 3000 feet mountain to the top. I watch her walking and I think she must be on drugs by the way her eyes looked. But when the dog reaches me it starts to walk in circles like he was dying which of course he was dying because he was dehydrated and it was having a heat stroke too. I ask the lady. “Are you going to give your dog some water?” She responds with, “Oh, I do not have any water.” I just wanted to open my mouth and let my words of wisdom slip into her ears and then into her brain for being so stupid for not bringing water for herself and for her dog. But there was no time for words now. It was time for action. Now I needed to save the dog’s life. I pull out a bottle of water out of my backpack and I poured water in my hand so his tongue could drink the water. When the dog took a break from drinking water, I then poured water all over his black fur. Then I gave the poor creature some more water to drink until he had enough and I knew he was not going to die in front of me on top of a mountain because of its very stupid owner.
So my dear readers I ask the lady a question. Are you ready for the magical question that I asked the very stupid lady. “So what do you do for a living?” She looks at me like she has been looking at me while I was saving her beautiful dog and she answers my question with, (Get this my dear readers. Get this answer.) “Oh I am going for my Masters degree in whatever it was because at that point my mind was focusing on the word Masters degree. She is going for a Masters degree and she is to stupid to bring water with her for herself and for her dog because she is climbing a 3000 foot mountain in the middle of the summer’s heat when the temperatures that can reach over 100 degrees easy. I wanted to yell some common sense into her tiny brain but again I knew that teaching something to stupid people is usually a waste of time. Maybe she learned something by watching me save her dog’s life. I watched her walk away down the mountain away from me as she looked at her dog.
What is the mental state of mind of a lady who does not bring water for her dog on a at least two hour hike up a 3000 foot mountain when the temperatures can reach over 100 degrees.
The next day I made a phone call to the biggest of the big shots in management for that mountain park and I explained to him how hundreds, if not more like thousands of morons who hike and climb that mountain who bring their out of physical shape dogs who are not only not in physical shape to be hiking and climbing a 3000 foot mountain in the middle of the summer, but whose owners are to stupid to bring enough water and supplies for themselves and for their dogs. I explained to him how most dogs are dying as their owners pretend that nothing is wrong with their pet dogs when indeed their dogs are literally dying from not being prepared to walk up a mountain but who do not have water to drink too. Dogs have died from heat stroke and by dehydration I told him.
Well that phone call did bring results because sometime afterwards there was a huge green sign with the white letters and words ‘BRING ENOUGH WATER FOR YOURSELVES AND FOR YOUR DOGS. THERE IS NO WATER ANYWHERE ON THE MOUNTAIN. GET WATER NOW AT THE WATER FOUNTAINS. The signs were placed between the fence of the parking lot and the fence to enter the climbing zone to hike and climb the mountain.

The Little Freezing Girl and Her Stupid Mother.
What is even sadder you want to know? I was hiking down the mountain when I see a little girl shivering uncontrollably because the temperatures were dropping very fast. The little girl had her arms around her body trying to keep warm. I look at the mother and I ask her, “Do you have a jacket or coat for this little girl?” She says yes and I demanded it from with the words, "Give it to me!" I slipped the little girls arms inside the coat and I zippered it up as the again, stupid mother simply looked at me. I wanted to yell words of wisdom into her stupid brain, but again, words of wisdom do not usually work for stupid people. Maybe my actions did something that day!
Case #4. The tiny dog walking on hot cement sidewalk at a park.
Then there was time when this very tiny dog was being walked around a park’s cement sidewalk at a park. Man, it was the air hot not to mention the cement sidewalk! The air was so hot and so was the cement sidewalk too as I watched the tiny dog’s feet hopping up and down to try to avoid walking on the hot cement sidewalk, I reached down and I placed my hand on the sidewalk as the Asian female walked towards me. I said to her, “Do you know that your dog’s paws are suffering because the sidewalk is very hot? Maybe you should pick it up for a while to give its paws a break from the hot sidewalk.” Well, that did not go over very good with this Asian female because she started to yell at me that it was her dog and that is was none of my business. Like that was going to scare me from running my mouth. Nice try, moron.
So I said what needed to be said and there was another back and forth ‘discussion’ which was fun for me because I did not care what a bad pet or dog owner has to say to me. The funny thing is that when she was a good distance from me, she actually picked up her dog and carried it. A week later I saw her at the exact spot but it was really a cooler day. She walked by me without one word being spoken between us. She knew better than to even try to yell at me but more importantly, maybe she learned a lesson about dog and pet care.
What is the mental state of mind within a pet owner who lets their dog walk on a burning hot cement sidewalk in the middle of summer?
And then only a few days ago I saw the picture of that starving dog on the web. Have you already seen the picture of the completely starving dog with not an ounce of muscle on his body. Yesterday I saw a picture of the dog who was surrounded by vultures.
“Meet Lilo the Pit Bull. On December 30, 2014, multiple neighbors called the Guilford County Animal Control in Greensboro, NC after seeing a dog tied to a tree with a cable, sitting in a plastic doghouse and surrounded by vultures! After this picture was taken, she was removed from the property and taken to the shelter. The owners said that the vultures started coming on Christmas day and yet they still left this sweet little angel outside, not caring what happened to her. They also said that they were going to reclaim her, but thank God that didn't happen.” Taken off the web.
Do I need to say more about how human beings should take care of their pet dogs and cats and rabbits and birds and snakes and well, every pet actually? Do I need to state anything more! Maybe I do! Maybe I do!






Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Monday, November 5, 2018

This is the Upside Up Drawing of the SAME face I posted on November 2nd, 2018 that I drew upside down. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

This is the Upside Up Drawing of the SAME face I posted on November 2nd, 2018 that I drew upside down. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!
How weird is the difference between the two drawings!
This drawing portrait is the Second Drawing that was drawn completely upside up of the same face in the Wall Street Journal that I posted which was drawn upside down. No I did not draw her face exactly as it looks in the WSJ because I wanted to compare drawing upside down and upside up for the fun of it and to get my drawing brain working again because it has been some time since I have drawn anything.
The first portrait drawing was drawn completely upside down and then I turned the drawing around to finish drawing the female face which was taken from a picture in the Wall Street Journal. It was a fun thing to do in the middle of the night!
This second portrait drawing was drawn normally upside up
On Strathmore 3.5 x 5 Sketch paper.
.3mm pencil and Faber-Castell h,b,2b drawing pencils.

This was an exercise out of the book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain..



Friday, November 2, 2018

An Upside Down Drawing: By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! November 2nd, 2018

An Upside Down Drawing: By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!  November 2nd, 2018
The first layer was drawn completely upside down and then I turned the drawing around to finish drawing the female face which was taken from a picture in the Wall Street Journal. It was a fun thing to do in the middle of the night! George at www.tastethewind.blogspot.com

On Strathmore 3.5 x 5 Sketch paper.
.3mm pencil and Faber-Castell h,b,2b drawing pencils.


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

George’s Jesus and Moses Moment on a Mountain Top. Or. My Supernatural Experience with Creatures from a Different Dimension. Yes, This is a True Story ... As God Almighty is My Witness. For The Current and Future Survival of the Human Species. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr! October 31st, 2018


George’s Jesus and Moses Moment on a Mountain Top.
Or.
My Supernatural Experience with Creatures from a Different Dimension.
Yes, This is a True Story ... As God Almighty is My Witness.
For The Current and Future Survival of the Human Species.
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!
October 31st, 2018. / Halloween.
INTRODUCTION:
As my dear readers can guess from my opening title, I am going to be writing about an experience that only a few people on planet earth have ever experienced so I know that there will be readers who will believe my story and there will be readers who will not believe my story. But let it be known from the beginning of this story, every word that I am writing is the truth, as again, God Almighty is my Witness.
And to make a few other truths straight and out in the open so that there is no misunderstanding about my state of mind, I do not take drugs, recreational drugs or medical drugs. I do not have mental delusions of any kind, except for the fact that I am still living as a partly human being. Way too many human mental delusions about God, evil, and life in general on planet earth as a human species. But I have studied so many topics both in and out of the university it would make a normal human brain spin. Also, for this experience to happen to me instead of it happening to other human beings is because I have been being prepared for it since the day I was born in so many ways. But I will touch upon that in a few or more areas in this story.
Another point of interest to my dear readers. You may be wondering why I am actually going to write this supernatural story at all. First of all, one day I am going to ‘die’ or leave planet earth and this is a story of all of my stories that should be written and read for posterity or for future generations to read and ponder for thousands of years. Second, this true story should be a real life lesson for all human beings on planet earth who want to learn from the story because it will give them a different mental outlook or perspective or viewpoint about the possibilities of other dimensions, even while living on planet earth. So it goes! I hope my dear readers actually love reading it because I am taking a big risk here!
Ok, let start off by stating that I am connected to other realms of existence (s) or actually those realms of existence (s) are actually more connected to me because I appear to be a limited human biological body with a human brain. There is more to me than a human biological body and brain, but that is not the point here of this story. And believe me when I state that I do not have all of the answers. I actually have more questions now than answers even if I have more answers about life and death and the supernatural realms than the normal human being.
The Transfiguration of Jesus.
As a boy I was forced to attend churches with huge statues with a human male named Jesus nailed into a wood object. Supposedly he died and he was resurrected back to earth three days later with the same exact human biological body that he died in. Ok, as a boy that brought a lot of questions to my mind. Later in my life I read the Holy Bible’s gospel and there was an event termed the Transfiguration. Just to make this simple for me to write I am going to quote from the world wide web.
“The transfiguration of Jesus is an event reported in the New Testament when Jesus is transfigured and becomes radiant in glory upon a mountain.[1][2] The Synoptic Gospels (Matthew 17:1–8, Mark 9:2–8, Luke 9:28–36) describe it, and the Second Epistle of Peter also refers to it (2 Peter 1:16–18). It has also been hypothesized that the first chapter of the Gospel of John alludes to it (John 1:14).[3]
In these accounts, Jesus and three of his apostles, Peter, James, John, go to a mountain (the Mount of Transfiguration) to pray. On the mountain, Jesus begins to shine with bright rays of light. Then the prophets Moses and Elijah appear next to him and he speaks with them. Jesus is then called "Son" by a voice in the sky, assumed to be God the Father, as in the Baptism of Jesus.[1]” Taken from the world wide web.
Moses and The Ten Commandments and the Burning Bush on top of a mountain.
The common religious Christian stories of Moses on top of the mountains with his two experiences of the burning bush and the ten commandments are well known so I am not going to explain them here. The Burning Bush story is located in Exodus 3 and the Ten Commandments stories are located in the books of Exodus and Deuteronomy. If my dear readers would like to open up a Bible for yourself, you can read all about them or you can Google them to read.
My first request yelling into the night sky after high school.
When I was just out of high school, my parents owned a big house which was located with huge fields behind the houses on that street. Back then the topic of UFOs and other supernatural experiences were not as open as they are today. One dark night I walked in the open field and I yelled out loudly, “Hey. Is there anyone listening to me. Do you have anything to say. I am here listening.” I did it three times, I believe three nights in a row. As I looked up at the night sky, I saw white spots in the sky, but no UFOs or anything else for that matter. But a little silent voice said something like, ‘You are not ready yet. You have to prepare yourself.’ It was not like a real human voice with sound, more like a very strong intuition which was being blasted into my young mind. So ok, I thought to myself. I will wait until I am ready to do it again, whenever that will be in my life. I actually forgot about it for many years until I after my experience on a mountain top as a man who had lived between life and death at least once in my human life.
Ok then. So decades slipped away with me studying all of the topics I could get my hands on but not any old topics. I studied the Holy Bible in depth both as a history and metaphysical book, starting with John W. Doorly’s Science of the Bible series. I studied the Christian Science textbook in depth with Max Kappeler’s books on the Science of Christian Science. (Not the religion of Christian Science.) I studied the stock market and economics and finance and astrophysics and the big bang theory of the cosmic creation and I studied the human brain and mind and consciousness, or some neuroscience relating to the human brain. Then there were other topics too, the afterlife, ESP or extrasensory perception and telepathic communication or telepathy. I have studied Einstein’s theories and Quantum Mechanics and Physics for mental fun.
My second request by yelling into the day’s air on top of a mountain.
Then one day I climbed a mountain in the Bay Area, California, United States. I got to tell you my dear readers, the first time climbing that mountain was complete freaking biological hell. I was not king of the mountain. But I hiked to the top of the mountain to view the Bay Area, even if it almost killed me. Not really! It just felt like it at the time. Afterwards, an old man at REI told me to hike it once a week for four months so my human biological would never be the same. So I took his advice and I hiked that mountain once a week for four months and on the 16 week, I climbed it twice within 24 hours. The old man was absolutely correct. My biological body had never been in that kind of shape like it was after climbing a 3000 feet mountain all the way to the top for sixteen weeks. And what a view too! But then I continued to climb it on a steady basis.
Are all of my dear readers still with me? Now for the good stuff.
One day I was all alone on top of the mountain. It was about 75 degrees. No wind. Not hot, just warm enough to take a nice bath in the air. I had food and liquids and clothes to survive for some time before I headed down the mountain. And without one ounce of forethought I yelled again, after decades of yelling my words in the dark night fields in the acres behind my parent’s big white house. I yelled loudly almost the exact same words as those three dark nights when I was still a young man after high school. Except I added a few more words onto my sentence.
“Hey God. Angels. Whatever! Do you have anything to say to me. I am listening.”
I looked at my watch and I waited. I thought to myself, ten minutes, twenty to thirty minutes tops because I was alone, but that could have changed any second because other hikers were always climbing that mountain. I waited and waited and nothing happened. Ok, I told myself. I will try again next week if the weather is good enough for me to climb and if no other human beings are on top of the mountain with me to hear me yell out to God, the angels, or whatever. After all, there were already enough human beings who thought I was a bit crazy so why add onto their mental delusions. I walked down the mountain, but I was not disappointed.
The next or second week it was a repeat of the first week. A long hike up the mountain. Nobody was there so I yelled loudly again into the clear air. “Hey God. Angels. Whatever! Do you have anything to say to me. I am listening.” Again, nothing whatsoever. I walked back down the mountain after a half a hour with the mental thought, ‘I will give them one more week. Three weeks should be good enough for anything to happen to me if it is going to happen at all.
The third week was not even a question if I was going to hike up that mountain. I was going to hike up that mountain and I was going to yell again just to finish my supernatural experiment for the third time. They say that the third time is the charm. And so it was for me on top of the mountain on a very nice perfect summer afternoon. If my dear readers are still reading this story you are probably sitting on the edge of your chairs or seats wondering what happened to me. Anyway I hope you are sitting on the edge of your chairs or seats wondering what happened to me. Now my dear readers, you have to understand something here before I continue with my story.
I was not yelling into the air because I had nothing better to do with my life and with my hike on top of a mountain on a very perfect day. No sirs and ma’ams. You see, whatever it was that I was yelling at when I was yelling on top of the mountain had already been giving me signs that they were watching over me, believe it or not. So in one sense, I was daring any creature from any dimension that was giving me signs that they were watching over me to communicate with me on top of that mountain because I knew that something had been happening to me and preparing me for some time ever since I was a little boy really. But more so in the last few months as a man before I hiked up the mountain top.
You may be ready for the following words, but I hesitate to even write them for you to read.
Ok, here it goes my dear readers. I looked around to make very sure that nobody is there with me on the mountain top with me. I even look down the path to the mountain to make sure nobody is walking up the mountain. I knew that this was going to be my last time yelling my words into the thin blue air and sky which of course I knew was not thin air or even a blue sky. You see, I was yelling into another dimension which I had already mentally become at one with during my years of living and dying on planet earth.
“Hey God. Angels. Whatever! Do you have anything to say to me? I am listening.”
Again, I am really hesitating to write what happens next for you to read. You see, I was always going to write this story before I really exit planet earth for good, if that is the case. But to actually write them so the story is there to read on the world wide web is a bit of a scary thing to do even for me. I do not fear mere human mortals. That is not the case. But I know that many human beings as people are wondering if there is more to life than what they see on planet earth. The human race and species needs to know my story to learn from it if that is possible.
It did not take long for the action to begin, I can tell you that right off from the start. Within minutes I see a thirty year old male riding a mountain bike straight towards me with his eyes focused on me like eagles eyes. He was moving so quickly that I was a bit taken back by his speed. He wanted to say something to me but I started the conversation by explaining to him my new online lecture or essay about the afterlife. What a jerk I was to not listen sooner. I am trying to talk to him like he was a human being but he was not a human being. He only looked like a human being. I looked at his skin and it was wrong. Completely wrong! It looked like skin from far away but up close it was not normal human skin at all. I am not even going to try to describe it. You just have to trust me. In any case, I was not going to ask him about his skin because what was I going to say to the creature. “Hey dude, you skin is looking, well, not really human, you know, so what in the heck are you in reality?” No, not proper etiquette were the words coming to my mind like from him. So no, I did not ask a creature about his skin.
When I was finished he said to me, “Hey I have to go back to work. But before I do, do you want to hear a joke?” I said yes, but I am thinking, sure, you are going back to work. Sure I want to hear the joke. So he says to me, “There is a guy in the afterlife. He is walking around for a while before he meets a female in the afterlife. The guy in the afterlife asks the lady, 'Hey am I dead and where am I?'
The lady says, 'You are dead and you are in the afterlife. I am your case worker." as she looks at her clipboard. She asks the guy in the afterlife if there is anything he needs and he says no, not yet. So he starts to walk around in the afterlife and he sees a very big brick wall with a hole in the very big brick wall. He looks into the hole in the very big brick wall and he sees human bodies being tortured and he sees fire and brimstone and devil like creatures with tails and very long spears and tools hurting and torturing human beings. The guy in the afterlife who is looking in the hole in the very big brick wall hears endless sounds of pain and suffering and very loud screaming and yelling from the humans on the other side of the hole in the very big brick wall that was separating him from the other human beings who were suffering with no way out of the hell they were in. He walks away and he is very happy that he is not them.
So the guy in the afterlife starts to walk for some time before he sees the female caseworker again. She is a very friendly caseworker so she asks the rookie in the afterlife ‘How are you doing?’ He replies to the female caseworker, “I was walking by a very big brick wall and I looked through a hole in the brick wall and I saw fire and brimstone and creatures holding long spears and other tools torturing humans who were screaming and yelling in the pit of hell fire that surrounded them all.”
The female caseworker in the afterlife looks at the rookie in the afterlife and she replies to him, “Oh, do not worry about them. They are Christians and that is what they all wanted.”
The guy says, “Oh!” And they walk away from each other.
Now I am looking at the creature before me with a million questions that I could not nor would I ask him since he was going to ride away at any moment. He just looks at me with a facial expression like did I hear what he just said to me. I was thinking to myself, ‘That is not really a joke. That was like a serious thing you just stated which would be good for a religious or metaphysical class anywhere in the world. He says, ‘I have to go now.’ And I am really mentally disturbed because if a creature traveled from another dimension to talk to me I would hope that he would have more to say to me than what he just stated to me even if it was an interesting concept, that Christians get to spend time or even eternity in hell because that is what they wanted when they were living as human beings on planet earth before they died. Or because that is what they believed they would get in their afterlives because of their religious beliefs.
Ok, the guy with the very strange non-human skin rides away from me. Not ten seconds goes by when I hear the words behind me, “Oh sir. Can you help me?” I was stilling caught up thinking about what the guy on the bike just stated to me when I hear a lady’s voice behind me again. “Oh sir. Can you help me?” I turn around and I see a petite Asian female looking at me. She says again, “Oh sir. Can you help me?” I reply, “Are you talking to me?” like a jerk as I looked around for another sir on top of a mountain. I look around on top of the mountain and of course she is talking to me because I am the only other person on the mountain besides the twenty something female.
So I walk over to Asian female and I looked at her skin which could not help but be noticed because it was the same skin as the skin on the other creature with the non-human skin. I am thinking over and over again for a couple of minutes, ‘Do not ask about the skin. Do not ask about her skin. Do not do it!’ ‘How can I help you?’ I ask her. She looks down at her feet and she says to me, 'My feet are a bit sore. Is there anything that you can do for me?’ I look at her feet and she was wearing the next step up from flip flops. Google flip flops if you have to know. They were not sneakers in any sense of the word. They were canvas semi-shoes with a thin rubber sole.
I see that her shoe laces are both untied. I ask her, ‘Did you actually walk up this mountain from the parking lot at the bottom?’ She says yes, and now I know that she is a lying creature from a different dimension because her canvas semi-shoes looked brand new without a speck of dirt or dust on them. Not to mention that I was wearing hiking boots which were covered with dust and I know for a fact that you can bet that her feet were sore after climbing the fire roads with rocks big and small that would have destroyed her brand new canvas semi-shoes. I almost laughed at her, but I thought the better of it not to laugh at this supernatural creature and event on top of a mountain. Who knows what would have happened to me if I got some creature from a different dimension mad at me. I guess she could have climbed that mountain with those things on her feet, but I did not believe one word of it. It was like a big joke!
I bent down and tied both of her canvas semi-shoe’s untied laces just shaking my head in disbelief that this female actually walked up that mountain in those ‘things.’ As I was tying her canvas semi-shoes I stopped shacking my head because there it was again, all previous events had been leading up to this moment. Her canvas semi-shoes were being tied by me, just like the tied shoes on the cover of the book, ‘The Trouble with Physics. The Rise of String Theory, the Fall of a Science, and What Comes Next. By: Lee Smolin. Look at the book cover on Google. I was actually reading the book at the exact same day I was hiking up that mountain. What is the probability of that happening at the exact same time? My dear readers! OK, now I am a little spooked now! I had been slowly reading that book for a couple of weeks, half way finished when I am now tying shoe laces on top of a mountain. Hum!
Is there more you may be asking yourself. Just you hang on now! I stand up and I ask the lady just for fun, ‘So where are you from?’ ‘I am from Vietnam.’ she says. Ok, I believe that was possible if you were a real human once. Or if you are making it up for me. Makes no difference for me at this moment. I am looking at her and I realize she has no water either. It was like she just floated onto the mountan top to look like a human being in non-human skin for me.
I ask her another question. “What do you do for a living.”
She replies, “Oh, I am a caseworker.’
Speechless! For a few moments I tell you my dear readers. I ask her. ‘You are a caseworker?’ I was so much in shock that I did not dare ask her a caseworker for what because I thought she was going to tell me that she was a caseworker for people who were in the afterlife, which she might mean me in some way or fashion. Like maybe I was actually living in the afterlife here on earth even though I had basically died once only to return a different person. I have actually almost died so many times while living on planet earth that I just got used to almost dying both before and after the big one when I was in a coma and in between worlds for days up to a week until I snapped out of the coma state. Also, I did not really need anything from her at the time if she really was a caseworker for me. I could not think of anything I needed even if she was a supernatural afterlife caseworker for me in the here and now on planet earth. HUM! More Money? LMAO! Every human being needs more money. It never stops, does it?
I started to walk away from her for about six or eight steps, towards my backpack. I turn around to take a look at the caseworker. Guess what happened to her my dear readers? GONE! DISAPPEARED! VANISHED INTO THIN AIR. I am looking into a space where there once stood a young female from ‘Vietnam’ now stood nobody at all. I quickly move my legs to return to see where she had gone somewhere really fast. But nothing! I quickly looked in between some rocks next to a cliff side of the mountain. Nobody.  I walked over there. Nothing. I quickly looked down the grassy side of the mountain where rattlesnakes live in abundance. Not a soul anywhere. Nobody ever walked down through that tall grass with rattlesnakes. Then I especially looked quickly down the main rocky path that most people walk on or hike on to get to the to top or the bottom of mountain, to the parking lot. Nothing! No human being in sight anywhere. GONE.
I looked at my watch or timepiece and I waited for her to reappear as I stared down all sides that were possible to walk down and I waited for her to reappear from behind some rock like that was ever going to happen. I waited for ten minutes. Nothing. I waited for twenty minutes. Nothing. I waited for about a half a hour before I even walked back to pick up my backpack and head down the mountain. Nothing. My dear readers, she had disappeared into thin air or not so thin air.
And that my dear readers is the God’s honest truth!
So be very careful what you ask for! You may be in for a big supernatural surprise! Surprises!
Happy Halloween. I hope you enjoyed this true adventure of mine. PS. Not the only one!



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When I was in college studying International Economics/Finance, I was also wondering how to develop a more powerful brain. So in 2001,I began a very specialized ambidextrous brain exercise program, for two hours per day,for many years. Those brain exercise began with me writing out words,mostly verbs, with both hands in different patterns.That developed into dual handed sentence writing to longer stories and dual handed drawing exercises.Details are for future books.I did these two hour brain workouts as a personal experiment to restructure my brain's neurons for the purpose of making my brain stronger for writing and language development; for logically creative storying writing.As far as I know, I am the only person in the course of history to have developed these ambidextrous hand/brain exercises.The purpose of these ambidextrous brain exercises is to strenghten both sides of the brain for language skills development, and to connect both sides of the brain together for language skills development. There is a very logical neurological reason for using two hands to write and draw as brain exercises. I also draw with both hands. 52 Stories is my testament!