Essay 52 - 2024. My Ambidextrous Brain, Mind, Consciousness. How and Why It Happened.
An Autobiography About My Brain, Mind, Consciousness.
I have a brain, mind, and consciousness like no other human brain on Earth.
By: George D. Patnoe.
December 27, 2024.
Part I.
Sometimes, “Art imitates life.”
“The phrase "art imitates life" means that artists often draw inspiration from real-life events, emotions, and experiences to create their work. Artists may depict familiar situations, relationships, or struggles that people can relate to.
The idea that life imitates art is a philosophical position that suggests that real-life events and experiences can mirror the narratives and themes found in artistic expressions. This phenomenon suggests that creative works can influence and shape our understanding of the world.
Oscar Wilde famously asserted that “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life”. He argued that life imitates art because life craves a kind of expression found in great art.” (Taken off the web.)
There is a 1968 movie titled, “Charly.” “Brief Synopsis: Scientists turn a mentally challenged man into a genius.” (Taken off the web.)
“The film stars Cliff Robertson as Charly Gordon, an intellectually disabled adult who is selected by two doctors to undergo a surgical procedure that triples his IQ as it had done for a laboratory mouse that underwent the same procedure.” (Taken off the web.)
The movie from the memory of my 10-year-old brain and mind was remembered in very simple terms. A 30-year-old retarded man gets treatments for his mentally retarded brain and mind.
He not only gets healed, but he becomes a real-life genius. He falls in love with a real woman.
Everything is fine until the treatment stops working and he becomes a middle-aged mentally retard brain and mind again. The woman still loves him, unlike in today's world where she would divorce and take all of his money. I never forgot the movie.
I was around 10 years old when I first watched that movie on a black-and-white television set with antennas. I slightly cried at the end. I wondered at the time whether that might happen to me in a way later on in my life. But I wasn't wishing for it to happen.
Little did I know how true that it would happen to my brain, mind, and consciousness, and to my external human life too.
Part II.
In the year around 1984, it was at the moment in my life when I was declared legally dead from what I remember by doctors and other people in the hospital. I was declared dead because my human brain was supposed to never wake up ever again.
I was in a deep coma, although I don't know how deep a coma is supposed to be because I assume a coma is a coma.
“A coma is a prolonged state of unconsciousness where a person is unable to be awakened or respond to their environment. It's similar to a deep sleep, but no number of external stimuli can wake the person.” (Taken off the web.)
Again, another round of my mind existed between two or more worlds, the afterlife and this life on Earth. But the truth is that my human consciousness was already over there, seeing at least one person who seemed to help me from another realm which I assumed to be the afterlife.
The moment I semi-awoke out of that coma, I looked around with my eyes open. I noticed that the sheets on the bed were the same light blue and white colored sheets that I had on my own bed at home.
I thought to myself, ‘They sure look like the sheets at home, but they're not the sheets on my bed.”
I noticed all of the medical instruments that surrounded me. I thought to myself, “Hum. This looks like a hospital room. Like in the movies.”
I think I said out loud, “Where am I.”
A male nurse with the softest, kindest voice said to me, “George, are you awake?”
I asked him, “Where am I?”
He stated you have been in a coma. We thought you were dead. We haven’t asked your parents if we should let you go yet.
“Where am I?" I asked him.”
He replied, “You are in such-such hospital." In some town in Upstate New York.
I could not remember anything about New York. I didn’t remember anything at all. I looked around the room trying to think about what was outside the door to that room.
My brain and mind were completely blank. Empty. Silent. No thinking. No emotions. No nothing at all. Only the room I was laying in, with a male nurse.
I tried to remember what town I was in, but I could not remember anything. My human brain, mind, and consciousness were completely blank. I could not remember anything about my life at all.
I didn’t know what was outside the room where the bed was located. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the emptiness inside my brain and mind.
I was thinking to myself, "Who am I.” And questions like that within my brain and mind, ‘But other than that simple question, 'Who am I?' There were no more questions because I couldn’t think about anything except the immediate moment I was in.
My brain, mind, and consciousness were a complete blank. The outside world had been erased from my brain and mind.
What I didn’t know then was that I was going to have to start using my brain and mind all over again, even when I was standing next to my parents, brothers, sisters, and co-workers.
I didn’t know that it was going to take decades for me to heal, develop, and use my now almost dead brain and mind into a super-brain and mind unlike the world has ever known before me.
I didn’t remember anything about the outside world. I was at that moment brain dead, except for the fact that my eyes could see the room, that I could talk to a male nurse, and I wanted to know what I was doing in a hospital bed, surrounded by a lot of medical machines that were attached to my body.
I asked him, “Why am I here?”
He answered, “You were in some sort of bicycle accident.”
I sensed my body within my mind. I moved my arms and legs just to test them out. Nothing seemed to be wrong with my arms and legs, so I assumed that something else had to be wrong for me to be in an Intensive Care room at a hospital.
Of course, something else was wrong. I could not have wished more that my arms and legs were damaged instead of the main part of my body that was damaged.
I asked him, “What is wrong with me?”
He answered. “You were in some sort of bicycle accident. You hit your face and head on the cement road.”
I told him that I wanted a mirror to see my face. He replied, “It would be a very bad idea.” I repeated to him, “I want a mirror.” He again said to me, “That is not a very good idea, and I strongly recommend that you do not look in a mirror at this moment.”
Of course, that only made me or my mind more curious about what had happened to my face.
So again, I repeated the statement, “I want to see what happened to my face.”
He moaned as he said, “You should really wait to look at a mirror until later until it gets healed.”
I replied, “I am going to look in the bathroom mirror as soon as I get up to take a piss.” I pointed to the bathroom.
He moaned again as he stated to me, “I will get you a mirror, but I am warning you that it is a very bad idea to look at a mirror at this moment. You should wait until later.”
I stared at him for a few seconds before he said, “Ok. But you are going to regret it.”
You see my dear readers, I was thinking to myself that because I seemed to be talking and there was no pain in my arms and legs, how bad could my face be at that very moment?
The male nurse turned around, left the room, and returned with a hand mirror in his hand. Before he handed it to me, he said again, “I am advising you that this is a very bad idea.”
I put my hand out. He handed me the mirror. I looked into the mirror not even cautious about what I was going to see. I don’t know if I should have listened to his warning because he seems so serious about it.
When I looked in the mirror, my mind was in complete shock because it was not my face anymore. My face had disappeared. It had been disfigured completely.
I said out loud, “What the fuck happened to my face?”
He replied, “I don’t know. All I know is that you were in some sort of bicycle accident.”
I looked at him because now I was in complete shock. I looked into his eyes, and I repeated the question, “What in the fuck happened to my face?”
He replied, “I don’t know.”
I looked one time in that mirror, and I said out loud, “What the fuck happened to my face?”
He said, “I don’t know but if you have pain, we can give you more painkillers like morphine.”
I said that I didn’t feel any pain.
His eyes opened up wider than they already were, and he asked me, “You don’t feel any pain.”
I replied, “Nope. I don’t feel any pain whatsoever.”
Now that really got his attention, or the attention of an Intensive Care nurse who probably had seen it all in the hospital, but not a case like mine.
And then, I went into the twilight-light zone again. I blocked out like a dead rat that had been hit by a car on the street and was dead, except for the fact that I was seeing at least one female face somewhere between the realm of this world and the afterlife.
Part III.
I don’t know how many days it was before I woke up again. I don’t remember if it was a week, a month, or longer. I could guess, but I might be wrong. But when my eyes slightly opened, I saw my parents at the foot of the bed.
They were a blur. A fuzzy outline, but I knew it was them. They were staring at me. I told them to call an older lady who had been a metaphysical and spiritual advisor to me since 1978 or so.
I told her to call her and ask for her help. They did. I don’t know how many days it was before the nurse woke me up and handed me a phone. It was that advisor again. She says to me, “Hi George. It is Anita. I am working for you. You will be ok.”
I said, “What?” “She repeats herself, “It is Anita. I am working for you. Everything will be ok. Bye for now.” She hung up the phone as I returned to the wonderful world of the twilight light zone. I don't know how much time had expired before I woke up again.
I later learned that what she meant when she stated I am working for you, is the same sort of metaphysical and spiritual treatment that I have learned about and have given to other people who needed my help. I am not going to state examples here because that is not part of the essay. But I did help my brother when he was dying in the hospital from Covid-19.
I don’t know how many days or weeks it was before I woke up out of the coma. But there he was, a rather big male surgeon doctor in his white surgeon clothes. He was staring down at me like a monster.
He looks down at me as he states to me, “You are supposed to be dead.”
My finger was beginning to form into the fuck you sign under the sheets for him to see.
He said to me, “I am the surgeon that is going to be working and operating on your face. It will take about 8 hours at least.”
Needless to state, my fuck you finger stayed under the sheet. Never piss off the surgeon that is going to repair and put your face back together again.
He told me, “You have a cracked skull, two broken temples, a broken nose, a broken jaw, and broken teeth. Beside a few other issues. You have an aneurysm in your brain. Among other injuries. We don’t know how you are still alive. You should be dead.
"But I will be the one that is going to put your face back together.” Then, he told me how he was going to do it which included my jaw being wired for three months. There are still two wires in my face as far as I know that no one can see.
What he didn’t tell me was that I had what is termed a massive head and brain injury. The massive head injury was very obvious of course, but the massive brain injury was not obvious because no one could see it.
But once in a while, I would ask myself, "What happened to my brain? I can't remember anything at all." The realm of life I knew at that moment was the hospital room, unless someone from my past entered that room
What I didn’t know was that I would never again be the same person (brain and personality) that I was before the bike accident. Never again!
One of my sisters told me who did not visit me in the hospital or even soon afterward stated to me, but who knew what happened to me, “George, you are not the same person.”
I asked her, “What do you mean.”
She said, “I can’t put my finger on it. But you are not the same person as you were before the bike accident.”
Some of my coworkers told me the same thing. I didn’t know what they meant by it. I still don’t because I don’t remember what type of person I was before the accident. This was not a movie folks, where someone dies and returns to life as a different person. This was a real-life situation.
To be honest, I still had a hell of a lot of learning to do about the new self, life, God, dying, death, and the afterlife, including all of the metaphysical and spiritual stuff I know now.
There is a phrase in the Gospel of John about being reborn to enter the kingdom of God. Well, I became reborn the fast and hard way, by smashing my face and head into the cement road, only to go into a coma, and then return to life to start living again.
That was over 40 years ago in Upstate New York.
Part IV.
Later on, I learned and realized that I was not only in a facial injury with a cracked skull, two broken temples, a broken nose, a broken jaw, and broken teeth as the main bone injuries, but I was also in a massive traumatic brain injury.
“A traumatic brain injury (TBI) is an injury to the brain that occurs when an external force impacts the head or body. TBIs can range from mild to severe and can cause a variety of physical and mental challenges.” (Taken off the web.)
“TBIs can be focal, affecting only one area of the brain, or diffuse, affecting multiple areas. The initial injury can trigger biological changes in the brain that spread to other areas over time, causing a secondary injury.” (Taken off the web.)
In my specific case, the front skull of my head had hit, and smashed onto a cement road severely damaging my frontal face and my brain.
There were things that I did not know, realize, or understand about my brain injury until after I had attended a New York University for a BS degree in International Economics, Finance, and Business Development.
I don’t remember how I realized that my brain had changed. All I knew was that I had to live with my brain the way it was at every moment in my space-time world. But I also had to figure out a way to heal, fix, and repair my brain because I could not live with my brain the way it was for the rest of my life.
In the meantime, I visited a PhD researcher who specialized in TBI or traumatic brain injury.
Like many people, he did not believe me because I had a BS degree, and he knew I was trying to become a lawyer or attorney.
“The main difference between an attorney and a lawyer is that an attorney is a lawyer who has passed the bar exam and is licensed to practice law in court, while a lawyer may not have passed the bar exam and may not practice law in court, but who uses a law degree for other reasons.”
(Taken off the web.) Just to make it official.
This Ph.D. medical researcher who specialized in traumatic brain injury put me through three to four days of about 4-5 hours of testing of mental, intellectual, and brain testing, as I remember it.
When he finished and spent a couple of weeks analyzing all of the data from the testing, he concluded that I had a very high IQ and that I was in the genius category of intellectual ability. However, there were a few drawbacks or negative drawbacks because of the traumatic brain injury.
I won’t go into them here, but once I realized what those negative drawbacks were, I knew and realized that I had to fix them. But how to do it? Well, studying the human brain was step one. That was the first and very simple step.
So, one day I got married to a lady who I helped get three master’s degrees in mathematical-related topics.
She told me that when she was a little girl, she knew at a very young age that she had to be very good in an intellectual area of life because she did not want to use her muscles for physical labor. So, she studied 8 hours a day sometimes to be the best student possible.
When we were living in New York, I was studying for the LSAT because I wanted to attend law school in New York.
But in a change of life moment, we moved to sunny California where I was planning on getting my law degree no matter how long it would take me to get it.
“The Law School Admission Test is a standardized test administered by the Law School Admission Council (LSAT) for prospective law school candidates.” (Taken off the web.)
This is the simple version of this autobiography about My Brain, Mind, and Consciousness. I had many other experiences of life and living that are not part of this essay.
But somehow, my brain was still functioning in such a state that no one knew I had a brain injury, including me most of the time. But I had my moments when I knew something was not perfect which I doubt any human brain is anyway.
Honestly, I simply felt really lucky and blessed that I was still alive, living a rather normal life. I still possessed the pictures of the head and face injury. I had all of the memories of what happened to remind me of when I was supposed to be dead.
One of those memories was when my mother and I were leaving the hospital three months after my jaw was wired shut to put my jaw and other parts of my facial bones back together so it could heal correctly.
We were at the hospital so they could un-wire my jaw after three months of not eating food, except through a straw.
As we were walking out the doors of the ER section of the hospital, an ambulance guy yelled out to me, “Hey, I remember you. You are supposed to be dead.”
I asked him, “Really? How do you know me?”
He responds with the statement. “Because I am the one that helped you into the ambulance after your face and head hit the cement road. And then, because the first hospital wasn’t good enough for you, we had to drive to a much bigger hospital in a bigger town.” About an hour away.
He had a very big smile on his face when repeated to me and my mother, “How are you still alive? You were supposed to be dead. Nobody thought that you were going to live. Good for you, dude.”
I waved goodbye to him as I looked down at my mother who was now in a complete state of shock again because she had already been told that I was going to die, and she had to be prepared for my death.
His words must have brought back all sorts of memories to my mother of my damaged face and near-death experience only three to four months ago.
There are some huge gaps in this essay about my life. It is only an essay about one part of my life. This essay is about my brain, mind, and consciousness.
It is not about my external life as a human being that is not important for this essay. Although, I have some really good experiences and stories to tell.
Part V.
So, now I am living in sunny California, with some time on my hands. And to make this essay and this part of the story really short, I was watching the Discovery Channel on television one day.
The program was about how a baby’s brain develops and evolves from birth to childhood and older. Now, my dear readers and any brain scientists and neural brain scientists who might be reading this essay.
This is the most very important point of this essay.
The Discovery Channel’s scientists who were being interviewed stated that a newborn baby uses both sides of its brain to develop its language skills.
The newborn baby uses both sides of its brain because they are connected more so than after that language creation and development job is finished for about 6 months.
It does this very easily because all of the other newborn baby’s brain functions have not really started to develop yet. Leaving the main language function to be the main point of development within the baby’s newborn brain.
After about 6 months, the connections that were used to create and develop the newborn baby’s language brain’s skills are then separated so other parts of its brain can start to develop too.
I simply applied that newly founded knowledge to my own human brain to make my brain stronger for language skills, which I why I can write 52 very good essays in 52 weeks without a sweat on my forehead. Honestly, it was still a lot of brain work. More than you will ever know.
The brain and neural scientists who were talking about and discussing how a newborn baby’s brain is evolving and developing made some of the most important statements in my life about my own human brain.
They stated that when a newborn baby's brain is operating, evolving, and developing, both sides of the newborn baby’s brain are connected until five months to a year when its brain’s connection starts to become unconnected as they were the day they are born and for the first six months to a year.
And then all of those brain’s neurons that had been connected between both sides of the brain were now separating to become specialized for other parts of the human brain and their specialized operations so the baby’s brain could then start to operate, evolve, and develop into a more holistic baby brain and a child’s brain instead of a newborn baby brain.
That is true even though there are still parts of the baby’s and child’s brain that are connected, or that both sides of its brain are still connected like a normal brain until the brain reaches supposed maturity, which is about 24 years or so from what it has been stated so far as common brain knowledge and information.
But from what I have seen in some people who are over the age of 24, they don't seem too mature to me. Nor do they seem to be intelligent either.
Now then, because I have a very high IQ and level of intelligence, I reasoned within my mind that the only way to connect both sides of a human brain to make it stronger in an adult brain was to use both hands to write and draw with both hands, to consciously connect both sides of the brain.
My theory for my ambidextrous brain was this; because the right hand is connected to the left side of the brain and the left hand is connected to the right side of the brain, I figured that since both hands were connected to the opposite of the brain, then by using both hands at the same time, both sides of the brain would be activated in at least a few different ways simultaneously to create, develop, and consciously make a stronger human brain.
At least on the physical biological level of the brain moving the fingers, nerves, fibers, muscles, etc. But the reality is both sides of the brain were also affected by seeing the words, listening to the words, focusing on the words, writing the words, and of course spelling the words. Etc.
This was my conscious brain workout or exercise for about 10 ten years and more. Nobody else in the world has ever done this exercise as far as I know. But if they did it, they sure did not do it for ten-plus years.
So, I started writing out letters, then words, and then sentences, and then drawings with both hands to connect both sides of my brain simultaneously. Which it did because I could feel the connections and build-up of neurons taking place inside my human brain.
It was my brain experiment that nobody has done since the beginning of the human species.
At that exact time, I had taken out a book at the local library titled, “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain.” I had taken out a “Learning the Chinese Language.” cassette recording series.
So, in combination with my dual-handed or ambidextrous letter-word-sentence and drawing exercises, I was on my way to developing and building a stronger brain than most people could ever dream of even after my major face/head/brain injury.
If you can recall, I was still at a very high IQ or intelligence level after my brain started working and operating again after the face/head/brain injury.
To explain further, I started reading and doing the drawing exercises in the book, “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain” whenever I felt like it. But it was a quick and constant read and doing. I could feel my brain changing while doing all of the exercises in that book.
But either after or before those drawing exercises, I was listening to and writing out the Chinese phonetics in the Mandarin Chinese language.
I would put a headphone on over my head and read and listen to Chinese Mandarin sounds while writing out each Chinese Mandarin letter with both hands, one hand after the other hand.
I was thinking if I wanted to create a faster and better musical brain, this would be one way to do it.
Again, I could feel my brain being activated in different parts or areas of my brain that were different from the parts of areas of my brain that were being activated when I was simply reading about and doing the exercises in the “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain” book.
I was on to something big I thought to myself.
What I was learning and realizing was that I could not only do brain exercises in general, but I could do them very specifically for different parts or areas of my brain even though I knew very little about the human brain that weighs about 3 pounds under the skull.
When a person studies the human brain, you learn that it is very complex indeed. It has been stated that the human brain is the most complex thing in the cosmic universe.
And yet, people pollute their brains and minds with drugs, porn, and all sorts of other mental garbage like hate, fear, rape, torture, violence and murders, etc.
Therefore, with that realization, I decided to start a program of dual-handed or ambidextrous brain exercises around the year 2001 for about 10 years if I remember correctly. Each year I bought two leather-bound calendars and empty ‘books’ to fill with my two daily two-hour brain workouts.
Those dual-handed or ambidextrous brain exercises consisted of me watching a television program like PBS or even some other television program for the more simple-minded human being brain.
The main idea was this: To look at words, usually verbs to see the word in one section or area of my brain.
To hear the word with another part or area of my brain.
To write with both hands in various ways the word that I was looking at, listening to, and then writing with two hands.
I still have the whole collection of leather-bound dual-handed, ambidextrous brain exercises that started around the year 2001 to the year 2010 I believe.
The main area, part, or section of my brain that I felt the strongest was the front part, area, or section of my brain where I had cracked the skull. That part is normally called the “The frontal lobe is the front part of the brain, located behind the forehead.” (Taken off the web.)
“The largest lobe of the brain, located in the front of the head, the frontal lobe is involved in personality characteristics, decision-making, and movement. Recognition of smell usually involves parts of the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe contains Broca's area, which is associated with speech ability.” (Taken off the web.)
“The frontal lobe is the largest lobe in the brain and is responsible for many functions, including:
Behavior and emotions: The frontal lobe is the brain's emotional and behavioral control center. It's also a key part of social skills, helping people understand and control how they interact with others.
Movement: The frontal lobe controls voluntary movement.
Language: The frontal lobe contains Broca's area, which is associated with speech ability.
Decision-making: The frontal lobe is involved in decision-making, problem-solving, and reasoning.
Personality: The frontal lobe is involved in personality characteristics.
Smell: Parts of the frontal lobe are involved in recognizing smells.
The frontal lobe continues to develop into a person's mid-20s. All mammals have a frontal lobe, but the size and complexity vary between species.” (Taken off the web.)
But while that was happening, I could feel both sides of my brain which is the corpus callosum. “The two hemispheres are connected by a thick band of nerve fibers called the corpus callosum. The two brain halves can communicate with each other via this 'bridge'.” (Taken off the web.)
“The structure that connects the two hemispheres of the brain is called the corpus callosum. It is a thick band of nerve fibers that allows communication between the left and right sides of the brain.
Key points about the corpus callosum:
Function: It acts as a bridge, enabling the two hemispheres to share information and coordinate functions.
Composition: Made up of a large bundle of myelinated nerve fibers.
Location: Situated in the middle of the brain, connecting the left and right hemispheres.” (Taken off the web.)
It is no wonder why I became a completely different person in 1984. Or more clearly stated, it is no wonder that my brain is different than before that bike accident. It is better and improved.
And while both sides of my brain were being connected faster and stronger than any other human brain on the planet, I could still feel other areas of my brain being dinged as in a pointed object was hitting one tiny area, part, or section inside my brain.
Because the human brain is a closed neurological system, all parts, areas, and sections of my brain were being created, connected, used, and operating faster and stronger than any other brain on the planet. Yes, I mean it.
I was thinking about trying to get a PhD in Brain Neurology to study, research, and write about my ambidextrous or dual-handed brain, but it was too late in my life, and I did not have any degree in the biology of the human body.
Then, somewhere along the way, I started to draw female nudes from female black and white nude photos from the 1950s because I was drawing on white paper with black pencils until I started to use colored pencils. That caused other areas, parts, or sections of my brain to get stronger.
Then, in the year 2016, something really amazing happened to my ambidextrous brain. In other words, my ambidextrous brain pulled a mental stunt that I don't think has been done before by a human brain. I wasn't thinking about it until I did it on a whim or unexpectedly.
I continued creating other dual-handed or ambidextrous brain exercises for years until I got so good at it that in the year 2016, I could draw with one hand while simultaneously writing with the other hand on a single piece of paper.
Then, I would switch hands and draw with the previous writing hand and simultaneously write with the previous drawing hand which of course created an exact opposite image of the first dual-handed or ambidextrous paper image.
The problem or issue with that particular dual-handed or ambidextrous brain exercise is that my brain felt like I was pushing the limits of my now very powerful brain's abilities of writing and drawing with two hands, and both sides of my human brain simultaneously.
Because I did not want to push it any further, and because I knew I could do it whenever I wanted to do it again in the future, (cross my fingers) I wasn’t worried about proving that brain and mental ability to anyone at any time whatsoever.
Now then, you may think to yourself, ‘Is that it?’
Why no it wasn't.
What happened was that I was starting to experience some very unusual mental abilities that I will not describe in detail here because it took a lot of brain exercises over a decade and more to get my brain built up to the point where I do some amazing mental things with my brain.
Plus, the list is just too long for one essay. Immediately after that brain stunt a few times too many, I felt like I might damage my brain instead of helping, building it up, and making it stronger, so I decided to stop doing it because I had nothing to prove anymore to myself or the world. A world which of course had no idea what I was doing to my brain to make it a stronger brain.
Lucky or unlucky for me and my brain and mind, in the year 2016, I had to move from one house to another house, which gave my brain and mind a break from the dual-handed or ambidextrous brain exercises.
I had to focus my brain and mind on selling and buying another house which was an experience all by itself as anyone who has done it knows.
After I settled into my new house, I started doing other brain exercises to make my brain even stronger, better, and healthier.
Then in 2019, I was dying from Type 2 Diabetes, so I had to deal with that medical issue.
Then in 2022, I was dying from stage 4 CLL cancer, so I had to deal with the medical issue, along with full-blown shingles. The shingles were so bad that some doctors thought I might have lost any eye or both of them because of how bad the shingles were on my face.
Then in 2024, I was dying from another medical condition, a hidden abscess tooth condition that was making me sick when I was still taking chemotherapy for CLL cancer. Which I did not know could happen.
Of course, I did not believe it when I was told that I had Type 2 Diabetes or stage 4 CLL cancer either. After the hidden tooth abscess condition was removed, along with antibiotics, I recovered very fast.
Thank God for modern-day medicine, doctors, researchers, etc.
Therefore, since the bike accident, and since the year 2019, I survived at least three deadly medical conditions that should have killed a normal human being. But I am far from being a normal human being, am I? At least not now.
Then, while dealing with all of those medical conditions simultaneously, I had to deal with the criminal issues that are stated below detailed below in the teeny, tiny, backward town I am currently living in.
And guess what my dear readers? While I was dealing with all of those medical issues, I was dealing with an uneducated, violent, gay pothead lying teenage punk, at first, but later as an adult punk who was stalking me, following me, and assaulting me with threats of violence on my physical body when I was going through all of that hell. And the police did not give a damn. It is no wonder people do not like or respect the police anymore.
Then I got accused by a two-time, uneducated, violent ex-convict of crimes that not only did I not commit but could not have committed if I wanted to commit them because of the medical conditions themselves, but also because of the drugs and chemotherapy I was taking during those years. Then, this two-time violent ex-convict and his stepson committed perjury on paper and court too.
And then I had to deal with a corrupt small-town police department with an uneducated, power-hungry, violent, bully, and tyrant police department until I wrote an 8-page letter to Internal Affairs to get them off my back.
That is what happens when a highly educated, law-abiding senior citizen with stage 4 CLL cancer and other medical conditions moves into a teeny, tiny, backward town on the edge of a river.
And then I had to deal with an emotional, irrational, illogical, power-hungry, corrupt, unethical-hearing ex-ADA lady who did believe that I was dealing with CLL cancer even though I showed a letter from my cancer doctor.
Now I know why they call blonds the names people associate with blonds. Not only that, but she did also not even read the letter of perjury and my statements objecting to their perjury to the truth.
Even while all of that was happening in 2024, I still wrote another round of 52 essays in 52 weeks.
Which me to another point about human brain development, evolution, and status: Neither the uneducated, violent, gay pothead lying teenage punk who committed perjury on paper and in court.
Nor his lying two-time-violent ex-convict stepdad who also committed perjury on paper and in court.
Nor the unethical, power-hungry, lying, ex-ADA, corrupt hearing lady who allowed perjury to happen in her courtroom.
Nor the town’s uneducated, corrupt, power-hungry, lying police department, nor the legal system in America could ever write the last 52 essays that I wrote this year. That is a fact! Jack.
That proves that there is still no shortage of bad and evil people in America and the world.
How about that my dear readers? In a previous year, I wrote 52 stories in 52 weeks just for the fun of it, but it was again, another brain and mind exercise.
Unlike in the 1968 movie titled, “Charly.” I, or my hardwired human brain and the soft-wired human mind is never going to return to the brain I possessed either before, during, or after my deadly, face-head-traumatic brain injury.
And for some reason, I think that I am only getting started. Or maybe I will take a long rest.
As a note to the medical field, my case is a good case to study, research, and learn from for other people who have damaged their brains.
And that was the short version of my ambidextrous brain, mind, consciousness evolution, and development during the last 40 years.
So there!
Psalm 91: King James Version.
1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
3 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.
