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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.

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.

Essay 51 - 2024. My Personal Contact with Alien Creatures from a Different Space-Time Dimension. A Multi-Dimensional Holistic Consciousness of Life. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe. December 21, 2024. A Holistic Consciousness of Life. Different life forms that exist in the here and now. We are not alone—my personal experience with otherworldly creatures on top of Mission Peak Mountain.

Essay 51 - 2024. My Personal Contact with Alien Creatures from a Different Space-Time Dimension. A Multi-Dimensional Holistic Consciousness of Life. By: Mr. George D. Patnoe. December 21, 2024. A Holistic Consciousness of Life. Different life forms that exist in the here and now. We are not alone—my personal experience with otherworldly creatures on top of Mission Peak Mountain.

“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.” (Hebrews 13:2. New King James Version.)

"Be mindful of angels unawareness" means to be conscious of the possibility that you might be interacting with someone who is actually an angel in disguise, without realizing it, emphasizing the importance of treating everyone with kindness and respect, as you could be unknowingly helping a divine being.” (Taken off the web.)

I have experienced some crazy supernatural experiences in my life, like the one described below.

During my lifetime. During my short stay on planet Earth; I have seen what I have seen. I have experienced what I have experienced. I have learned what I have learned. Nobody on this planet can change those facts. Not one of the 7-8 billion human beings can deny me that fact.

So, help me, God Almighty.

Read on to learn about my personal experience with ‘creatures’ from a different space-time dimension. Believe it or not!

Since this is essay number 51, I have decided to give my dear readers an early Christmas gift to give them all something to think about. This is a true story. I did not make up one detail of it.

First, a few questions to ponder within your mind.

Is life only in a biological human body? Or is life only in the human brain, mind, and consciousness?

Is life only limited to planet Earth and its creatures? Or are there other possibilities?

Is life limited only to this cosmic space-time universe? No, it isn’t.

Read this essay to learn about only one of my supernatural experiences with creatures from a different space-time universe.

That being stated, I don’t know why emotional, mentally delusional religious Christians are only worried about Jesus returning one day when there are much more complex and pressing matters at hand. Trust me, there is more to life than meets the human brain and eyeballs.

There was once a boy who wondered about ‘stuff.’ All he could do was ask questions that nobody could answer. So, he had to wait until he became a man to search and discover the answers to questions that most other humans could not answer for him. That boy was me.

For instance, when I was a very young boy, my human mother gave me a plastic toy clock. I will never forget it. It was a plastic clock with a red band all around it, a white face, and black hands.

I stared at the clock many times asking myself, “What is time?”

Little did I know that I would have to wait until I became a man who could read, study, and research the mental and physical concepts of time to get a better idea of what time is and is not.

How is that related to this essay? Because time is related to space as our scientific Albert Einstein friend proved to mankind. One of my hobbies is reading, studying, and thinking about space and time. It is not for the weak-minded because it changes you mentally and psychologically.

In the truest sense of the word, you start to leave planet Earth within your mind and consciousness knowing that there are other possibilities out there in the cosmic universe, besides the other possibilities that there is an afterlife with its different dimensions too.

Have you ever wondered whether we are alone in this cosmic universe? I know you have because the UFOs are all over the news in various ways. Are you scared that you might be eaten by aliens, or taken out of your bed at night, or maybe they want to have sex with human beings so they can create complex interstellar species one day?

“The meaning of INTERSTELLAR is located, taking place, or traveling among the stars, especially of the Milky Way galaxy.” (Taken from the web.)

This essay will explain one of my experiences with ‘creatures’ from a different space-time universe.

Believe it or not. And if you don’t believe it, it is ok. I don't care because I know it to be true.

I think that one of the reasons I did not die so many times in my life, and from stage 4 CLL cancer was to write these essays. So, I hope everyone around the globe enjoys reading them, and learning something too.

One day I will leave this realm, so I am very happy I got the opportunity to write some of the most important essays that have ever been written during the course of human history.

Below, in this essay, is a supernatural experience that happened to me not too long ago.

That experience proves one thing to mankind, or at least to me. We, or you, and mankind, are not alone!

Have you ever asked yourself, ‘What is life?’

It seems so simple. Doesn't it?

Is it so simple? I don’t think so. Not at all. I think that the whole concept of life as biological life is very complex indeed, but there is more to life than us human beings and the other creatures on planet Earth.

Even more complex is the multi-dimensional or different concepts of life, biological, cosmic, or life in multi-dimensional space-time universes. But there is so much more to life than a simple biological life. Don’t you think so, if you think about it.

How in the world after 14 or whatever billions of years of cosmic evolution and development can the still very primitive biological human species be the ONLY living creatures in this or any other cosmic universe? Seriously, it is just not possible that we are alone and that there are no other life forms anywhere else either in or out of the cosmic universe we see with our human eyes and brain.

Couldn’t life in all of its glory be a very complex multi-dimensional holistic state of existence, most of which human beings cannot begin to fathom with their very finite and limited human brain, mind, and consciousness?

You know, except for people like me.

Let me state a few examples of the different realms of life here on Earth anyway.

How about life within the human brain and mind?

How about the psychological lives (the psychological life) within each of the 7-8 billion human beings on planet Earth?

Shouldn’t the brain life, the mental life, and the psychological life within each human being be considered as a form of life too? As separate from, yet connected to the biological sense of life?

To be taken into consideration when thinking about and dealing with the concept of life not only within the human species but within all of the other biological creatures that live on planet Earth?

How about the spiritual sense of life, as in the Life that is God, or a spiritual life?

So far in this essay, there is the biological sense of life, the mental or psychological sense of life, and then there is the metaphysical and spiritual sense of life.

And there is the possibility of an afterlife for some, most, or maybe all human beings?

From all current observations and experiences of myself and other people, there is an afterlife too. That makes the question, ‘What is life?’ even more complicated, isn't it?

What about UFO life or alien life? If aliens are alive, meaning that they too possess some sort of life or existence, intelligent consciousness, and even death, ... even machines have to die eventually, then the human biological life, brain, mind, and consciousness might have to deal with another type of cosmic life forms which we currently call, aliens because they are alien to us.

What about angel life? Let us assume that other space-time dimensions have other types of creatures that don’t have wings and feathers as artful angels depict in religious pictures, but that are different life forms than us, cosmic aliens, and other creatures.

How does that metaphysical concept of life change how human beings think about and conceive of life in general and specifically?

A part of my thinking brain is starting to ache a little bit at this point of the essay. What about your brain and mind? Is it starting to wonder about the possibility that human life is not all there is to life?

After all, if you have ever viewed some of the videos of this expanding cosmic universe, you cannot help but admit that there has to be something living in all of those galaxies so very far away from planet Earth.

In other words, it is just not possible that the human species that is living on planet Earth is the ONLY living creates in the whole of this space-time cosmic universe, not to mention other creatures living in other space-time cosmic universes.

Let us delve a little, (pun intended) into a different type of life form, the atomic and quantum realms of existence. Do the atomic and quantum realms of existence which are part of our space-time existence and daily life on planet Earth constitute an essence of life even if it does not have a thinking brain or breathing lungs?

Can the atomic and quantum realms be considered part of life? Is it life within itself, a realm of life that is so small only quantum physicists can see it with fancy scientific instruments?

What about the chemical realms of life on planet Earth? All life on Earth is based on chemistry of some sort and that realm has its own rules, laws, and operations too.

These questions are food for thought for people who are so simple-minded that they don’t realize and understand that life, the concept of life, is not as simple as people who breathe in oxygen every day think with their finite, limited, and ignorant minds.

What about God-Life? As has been implied in other essays, there is a realm of self-conscious (Truth) existence (Life) that is completely spiritual (Spirit) and not material. Not only as a metaphysical statement, but it is intelligent too. (Mind)

It is an intelligence that is separate from the finite, limited human thinking brain (for those people with brains that think) but which can impact not only the thinking human brain, mind, and consciousness to higher states and stages of intelligence, it also destroys religious mental delusions within that human brain, mind, and consciousness too.

It is sad to think that people with mentally delusional religious states of mind do not wake up to their false mortal mind religious concepts. Especially those very evil and violent religious people in other countries besides America whose only goal on planet Earth is to hurt, damage, rape, torture, and kill other innocent, helpless, and defenseless human beings.

Joe Biden should rot in hell for leaving behind America’s military supplies to those evil bastards.

All of the above concepts of life, living, and existence, considered separately, seem to be, well, separated from each other in various ways. Pinpoints of life as it were. Like those white spots in the night sky, very huge except to the naked human eye.

But a holistic sense of life should take into consideration all of the different aspects of life in one huge holistic mental viewpoint to think about them the way a highly intelligent species would consider them. Believe it or not, the current collective human species is still very primitive compared to an advanced civilization.

Let us take a holistic viewpoint of a highly intelligent cosmic alien or an alien form from a different space-time dimension, shall we?

I am assuming more and more people are also assuming that there are aliens and alien spaceships or spacecraft because of the news footage, videos, and people’s supposed alien experiences.

My personal recent experience with creatures that looked like they were human, but they were not normal human beings proved to me that there is a whole different realm existing right where you live, stand, sit, walk, run, swim, watch television, etc.

A creature or alien who can move through time and space unlike modern-day human beings must have highly advance technology that modern-day human beings on Earth do not possess at the current moment.

But not only that. They must possess a completely different state of consciousness too. Completely state of conscious intelligence.

In Richard Bach's book, "Illusions." There is a metaphysical master of life who can perform all sorts of illusionary tricks, just like Jesus did as is stated in the Bible.

It is that simple regarding physical technology. But what about creatures who looked human from far away, but who were not the normal daily human beings you would look at walking down a street in New York City or on a farm located somewhere in the countryside?

Hum! Since this is the second to the last essay for this year, or forever. I would like to tell a true story that happened to me for the record. It is my essay for people to read. Maybe I had this supernatural experience happen to me because I was supposed to write it down for people to read, to learn from, to think about as an event that could happen to them one day.

But probably not! Why? Because you have to be mentally ready for such a supernatural event here on Earth. The rub is that I know that many people also have their own experiences that can’t be explained away with human reasoning, logic, or intelligence. Some things in life are not very simple to understand or could be understood at all by the human species.

Part I.

On three separate winter nights in Upstate New York, after my senior year in high school, I walked in a farmer's field. I looked up at the night sky, with the stars shining brightly.

I looked up and I yelled on each of those separate nights, “Hey, UFO people, or whatever. Are you out there somewhere? I am here waiting and listening for you to appear and say something to me.”

Nothing happened on each one of those three nights. I told myself out loud that I must not be ready for them now. I am too young, too inexperienced, too immature for such an event or appearance. I guess I will have to wait until I am older, smarter, more mature metaphysically, spiritually, and even physically.

And more aware of all of the possibilities of life as a metaphysical, spiritual, and holistic nature.

Part II.

Part two is the section of my human life where I was searching, reading, taking lectures in both the community college for the AS degree and then a BS degree, etc. I was learning in various ways. I was very curious about life in general and specifically when related to the deep issues in life, even life itself.

I was meeting all sorts of people who had their own experiences, like Out-of-Body experiences. (OBE or OOBE) I met this young guy who could leave his biological body at will, float around a bit, and return to his body.

He told me that there are people in India that can leave their biological bodies as they are walking down the street, to touch someone on their shoulder, and return to their still walking bodies.

I met an older guy about 4 months ago in a bar during a night jog. We were almost alone in the bar sharing a beer when he told me that he started to leave his biological body to float around the air or astral travel through walls, see other people, and then return to his body again. I was thinking I hope he doesn't know where I live. I don't think he did.

Around the year 1987 or so, I was standing in a hallway of a very small upstate university town talking to a professor of religion and Philosophy in a big university.

We were both attending a very high-level lecture series regarding the ‘Science of Being.’

“Religion is a collection of beliefs, cultural systems, and world views that relate humanity to spirituality and, sometimes, to moral values. It can also be defined as:

A set of beliefs about the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe.
The worship of a supernatural deity.
A system of beliefs based on a cause or principle.
A person's state in religious life.
A set of religious attitudes, beliefs, and ways of doing things.
A cause, principle, or system of beliefs held with faith and strong feeling.

Religion can involve:
Devotional and ritual observances.
A moral code governing human conduct.
A relationship with or attitude toward gods or spirits.
A relationship with or attitude toward the broader human community or the natural world.
Participation in devotional or contemplative practices such as prayer, meditation, or particular rituals.

“What is philosophy?

Philosophy is the systematic study of fundamental questions about existence, reason, knowledge, value, mind, and language. It's a rational and critical inquiry that reflects on its methods and assumptions.

What do philosophers do?

Philosophers ask, answer, and argue for their answers to life's most basic questions. They seek to understand fundamental truths about themselves, the world, and their relationships to the world and to each other.

What are some examples of philosophical questions?

Some examples of philosophical questions include:
What am I?
Do I have free will?
Is there a God?
What is truth?
What is a person?
How should we live?
Shall we aim at happiness or at knowledge, virtue, or the creation of beautiful objects?
What are some major areas of study in philosophy?

Some major areas of study in philosophy include:

Metaphysics: The study of the nature of reality, what exists in the world, and how it is ordered.

Metaphysics:
At its core the study of metaphysics is the study of the nature of reality, of what exists in the world, what it is like, and how it is ordered. In metaphysics philosophers wrestle with such questions as:

Is there a God?
What is truth?
What is a person? What makes a person the same through time?
Is the world strictly composed of matter?
Do people have minds? If so, how is the mind related to the body?
Do people have free will?
What is it for one event to cause another?

Epistemology: The study of knowledge, including what we can know about the world and how we can know it.

Epistemology
Epistemology is the study of knowledge. It is primarily concerned with what we can know about the world and how we can know it. Typical questions of concern in epistemology are:

What is knowledge?
Do we know anything at all?
How do we know what we know?
Can we be justified in claiming to know certain things?

Ethics:
The study of ethics often concerns what we ought to do and what it would be best to do. In struggling with this issue, larger questions about what is good and right arise. So, the ethicist attempts to answer such questions as:

What is good? What makes actions or people good?
What is right? What makes actions right?
Is morality objective or subjective?
How should I treat others?

Logic:
Another important aspect of the study of philosophy is the arguments or reasons given for people's answers to these questions. To this end philosophers employ logic to study the nature and structure of arguments. Logicians ask such questions as:

What constitutes "good" or "bad" reasoning?

How do we determine whether a given piece of reasoning is good or bad?” (That big section was taken off the web because I do not want to write it all down.) Simple enough, or not so simple.

I included that information for all of the uneducated people who think they know something about life even if they are on the lower levels of human existence and intelligence. Just so they get an idea of what they have been missing out on in the intellectual levels of the human mind.

This professor told me a story about how a US military jet fighter airplane that was flying very high in the sky, traveling at over Mach speeds, when he saw five alien spacecraft pop up next to his US military US jet fighter airplane traveling very high in the sky moving very fast indeed.

The pilot of this very fast-moving US jet fighter airplane moves his plane to the right, to the left, up and down, and all around, but he can’t shake or lose those five-alien spacecraft. They are simply just that good.

But then, poof, they are gone. Disappeared into thin air.

The professor tells me that most people will think that the five alien spacecraft went up into outer space somewhere. But no, that is not how it happened. Not at all. Instead, the five alien spacecraft traveled through and disappeared instantly by going through our space-time cosmic universe into another space-time cosmic universe.

This was proven not too long ago when a video of a United States fighter pilot recorded a very high-moving object that disappeared into thin air. The thing is this. Ground radar had picked it up too.

It shows and records the UFO disappearing as the pilots saw it. Then it appeared miles later not far away from its original point of disappearance. It reappeared into our space-time realm of existence.

That story stayed with me, in the back of my mind for decades before I received that same type of experience too. That sort of thing happened to me. This is a completely true story. I am not making any of it up just for the fun of it.

That was almost 50 years ago.

I continued with my human life, both physically, mentally, psychologically, metaphysically, and even spiritually. You must understand my dear readers.

To experience all of the different supernatural experiences that I have experienced in my human life in all realms of existence, you must be mentally, psychologically, and spiritually prepared for it for a few reasons.

But you and the collective human species must begin to do so for the current and future survival of the human species.

One. You have to be prepared for it, so you don’t have a heart attack because supernatural experiences are not for the weak and faint of heart even though I have heard from uneducated people having their own experiences too, like unexpected OBE or out-of-body experiences, along with getting message in dreams from their departed relatives and friends.

Second. If you ever told your stories, people might think that you are simply mentally insane or just crazy. Which I am not in any way shape or form. I am not afraid to tell this story now because I am getting older. Sad to say, I realize I am getting older no matter how much exercising I do every day. Maybe I am just plain tired from writing an essay a week for a year.

Third. After you experience any type of supernatural experience, whether it is like an aircraft or an alien appearing and disappearing into thin air, or any other supernatural experience, you have to live with the memory of it for the rest of your human life. You have a form of PTSD.

Fourth. Not only that. Those types of supernatural experiences change your mental and psychological perceptions of what is real and not real, but not simply from a metaphysical viewpoint, but from a ‘objective physical viewpoint as well. And what is possible compared to people’s finite and limited mental perceptions of what is not possible on planet Earth.

If you possess a multi-dimensional holistic state of life consciousness, meaning a holistic consciousness, even slightly holistic compensable consciousness, you will start to experience a supernatural experience I have experienced 40-45 years later after my first question to the creatures on the other side of this space-time cosmic universe.

Part III.

About 40-45 years later, I was hiking up a mountain called Mission Peak in Fremont California, once a week for several years. Mountain biking it too.

One day, I was all alone on top of the mountain called Mission Peak. The temperature was about 73 degrees. I had cleaned off my mountain hiking boots the night before, my hiking backpack was already to go, and my body was in shape for a nice, simple, slow hike up the mountain.

Needless to say, it was not an easy climb because even if you are in shape, it is still physical work. The heart beats beat faster, the lungs fill up with oxygen, there are chemical changes in your body, and the brain works in a different way; all for a chance at escapism from the world below.

Once on top of that mountain, I remembered my yelling into the dark, cold, night air on that winter’s night in Upstate New York around the year 1976, ‘Hey, is there a UFO or something up there that wants to talk to me? I am listening."

Nothing happened for three straight nights. So, I stopped doing it on those cold Upstate New York winter nights. I knew nothing was going to happen, but I knew it was going to happen one day.

I looked around the mountain top to make sure that nobody was on top of the mountain before I started yelling at the top of my lungs to beg the question, “Hey, God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.”

Nobody was there. Nor were they climbing up the mountain either because I could see all sides, more or less. In any case, no one could hear me yell at the top of the lungs, or almost close to it.

So, I yelled at the top of my lungs, more or less, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.”

I looked at my watch. I gave them 30 minutes before I started down the mountain.

The next two weeks it was the same process. Hike up the mountain again. After making sure no one was there when I yelled out, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.”

The reason I started this experiment was because I had been reading a book titled, “The Trouble with Physics. The Rise of String Theory, the Fall of a Science, and What Comes Next.” By: Lee Smolin.” I know that most if not one of my readers will read it. That is ok. Just finish this essay.

It was a book about string theory and other stuff. On the book cover, there is a pair of shoes with shoelaces connected in the middle.

One day a few weeks before my climbing Mission Peak and yelled out my question, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.” I was receiving physical experiences on Earth in my life that were against the laws of human
probability.

“Probability is the branch of mathematics and statistics concerning events and numerical descriptions of how likely they are to occur. The probability of an event is a number between 0 and 1; the larger the probability, the more likely an event is to occur. A simple example is the tossing of a fair coin. Wikipedia”

“Mathematics: The extent to which an event is likely to occur, measured by the ratio of the favorable cases to the whole number of cases possible.” (Taken off the web.)

I had ridden a bicycle around a 2-mile round lake during the weekday in the middle of the afternoon. Nobody was there except me, which was normal for that time of day. So, I am riding my bike, looking out, watching everything on the first trip around the lake. On the way, I saw no one or not one item except wooden benches. The place was empty.

I sat down for a ten-minute rest on one bench where I could see most of the lake and the five-foot wide sidewalk that circled the lake for about two miles long.

When I rode the bicycle the other way to return home, I noticed a pair of shoes that looked exactly like the shoes on the cover of the book, “The Trouble with Physics.”

I stared at those shoes, and I said out loud, “Those shoes were not there when I rode by that bench the first time around the lake only ten or fifteen minutes ago. I was thinking to myself, ‘It has been only 15-20 minutes maximum time at the most.

When I took my 10-minute rest, I could see the whole path where the shoes were located. I never saw one person walking, jogging, or biking on the cement path. The place was empty, except for me and my bike.

I was forced to ask myself, ‘Where did those shoes come from? They were not there the first time around the lake. There were a few blind spots, but I had already traveled one way, not seeing anyone, and then traveling the other way, not seeing anyone. I know what I know.

So, I picked up the shoes, put them in a plastic bag, and returned home asking myself, ‘How did the shoes appear next to that bench when they were not there the first time around and there was nobody there except for me, which was normal during a weekday at 2 pm in the afternoon.

I was guessing and assuming that whatever creature put them there, they were watching me because of the other events that were happening to me during the last few weeks before my supernatural experience on top of a 3000-foot-high mountain.

So, I am now on top of the mountain Mission Peak, all alone a month later, 75 degrees or so. I got my hiking backpack off of my shoulders and back. I walk to the edge of the cliff that is facing the Bay Area. What a view I might add.

You can YouTube Mission Peak and get an idea of what type of hiking climb it is and the view you get when you reach the top. Climbing it is not for people who are not in physical shape.

I am standing on the edge of the cliff looking upward into the sky and I yell out, again, for the first time since my moment in NY, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.”

I looked at my watch to time them to see if and when whoever or whatever was going to appear out of nowhere.

Nothing happened within 30 minutes, so I started my trek downhill to the car or truck; which by the way, a person might think is easier on your body than climbing uphill, but in reality, it is harder on your body because of all that pounding for 30 minutes depending on how slow or fast you are walking, jogging, or running downhill.

The very first time I hiked Mission Peak; I lost all of my toenails, and my feet were so swollen for over a week. I once met a young Asian lad who was walking up that mountain as I was walking down the mountain. She was dressed in business clothes with high-heeled shoes.

She asked me if that was the top of the mountain as she pointed her finger to the top. I said yes. Then I asked her if she was planning to hike to the top. She said yes. I replied to her, ‘No you aren’t. You will never make it to the top for many reasons, the first being you are wearing high-heeled shoes. Go home and dress correctly and properly and start in the morning when it is cooler.

The next week, the second week, I hiked the mountain again, not thinking about my supernatural experiment from the week before, or so I remember. I repeated the process like the first time, without anything happening.

Me, yelling into the air, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something to say to me? I am listening.”

Again, nothing happened. So, I yelled into the air one more time before I started downhill.

You have one more week to answer me. Then I will stop asking the question. Got it?

The third week, I hiked it again, thinking that maybe something might happen or appear to say something to me. That wasn't the goal of hiking since I had been doing it for about a year and a half now.

My readers should realize something about my Mission Peak Mountain climbing. I was already guessing that the CLL cancer was starting to eat away at my human biological body. I just wasn’t that sick yet. Plus, I knew when I started chemotherapy in any way, my human life would be different.

The third time on top of Mission Peak, I knew that this would be the very last time I would yell out into the open air, ‘Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have anything to say to me? I am listening.”

For one thing, how could I be so lucky to have three consecutive weeks of having nobody on top of the mountain? That in itself was a semi-miracle because there was always someone climbing to the top, already at the top, or climbing down the top of the mountain, just like in human life.

In human life, many people climb up the ladder of success. Then some people might be at the top of the mountain for a number of years. Then at some time, they leave or maybe even fall from the top of the mountain of their human success story.

For me, the real top of the mountain arrived in different ways, which took decades to achieve. The real metaphysical and spiritual mountain that I have climbed can never be fallen from because once you have achieved spiritual at oneness with the pure realm of spiritual consciousness, there is no returning to the old way of thinking about life. Not even human life.

So, there I was, standing alone waiting for something to happen. I had no idea what was about to happen, but when it happened, it happened really fast as soon as I stopped talking or yelling in this case.

I then leaned back, and stood by a small boulder rock, waiting. I didn’t have to wait long.

A seemingly human male rode directly at me on a mountain bike, without a huff and a puff, or one single drip of sweat anywhere on his body. Which by the way, did not have ordinary human skin on it.

I noticed his skin immediately. It was a completely different texture, a weird color, with semi-reptile bumps on it. He saw me staring at his skin, my eyes going from his skin towards my skin, comparing both types of skin. I noticed him watching me. It was so obvious he did not want me to ask him about his skin, or so I thought at the time. I think I read his thought, "It is not a good idea.”

Anyone who has ever mountain biked up Mission Peak, no matter what kind of shape they are in, is huffing and puffing. Or at the very least, they are moving, full of energy because of blood moving throughout the body like a fast-moving stream. He was standing there like a statue. After riding a mountain bike up the mountain. I mean, really dude!

The one thing most hikers want to do is take a break. Not start a conversation with a complete stranger on top of the mountain. Or they want to look out over the Bay area. What a scene. A holistic scene of towns, water, sunlight, clouds, cars, and trucks on highways.

Once, I was alone on top of the mountain. A couple quickly followed me to the top. They were in love. I haven’t been in love for a very long time. Anyway, I was looking over the Bay area when I noticed a few small areas of fog rising up from the water, like a newborn monster from the sea.

I watched as those few fog clouds became bigger and bigger, while they were rising higher and higher upward. Then, it seemed like magic. They were so big, so huge, so close to the top of the mountain, that they had engulfed the whole mountain so fast that you could not see your own feet.

I could not see the couple either. I think they took it as an opportunity to have some adult fun.

I was thinking something like, ‘If that is how God, Spirit works. The human species better be aware of the danger it is in.’ Or in other words, in plain English, ‘God did not ‘create’ a biological species with a thinking brain to be so fucking stupid.’

I should know how hard it is to mountain bike Mission Peak because I had mountain biked that mountain many times and it was hell on wheels for me. Partly, because my mountain bike was built for downhill riding, and partly because I wasn’t in tip-top shape to mountain bike up a steep mountain that went up to about 3000 feet. Sometimes, I rode my bike from my house to climb it.

Oh no. His skin looked a completely different texture than normal human skin. I compared his skin to my skin. My skin was smooth while his skin had tiny bumps all over this new type of skin. I glared at it knowing that I should not ask about it because it was not good manners to be rude to a creature from a different dimension of space-time. Or wherever.

We started a conversation with me telling him about my online essay and theory about why there has to be an afterlife. It is located at this link:

https://tastethewind.blogspot.com/2024/12/consciousness-and-issues-of-life-and.html

After I told him the major points of my online essay about the afterlife, he told me that he had to return to work, which almost made me laugh because I knew that he was not of this world, not with that skin. And I knew that he was never going to work in that reptile skin.

He asked me if I would like to hear a story. Of course, I said, ‘Sure.’

He starts by saying that a guy had recently died, and he was in his afterlife. This guy was walking down a path in the afterlife and he saw a lady with a clipboard in her hand.

She walks up to the afterlife rookie guy in his afterlife and she states to him, “I am your case worker. If you need anything, just ask me.”

He responds with, “I don’t need anything now. Maybe later.”

She leaves the guy alone as he starts walking down a path in his afterlife. He sees a huge wall with a hole in it. A peephole. He looks inside and he sees fire and brimstone. He sees devils with pitchforks.

He hears people moaning and yelling with words like, “Help, let me go.” Help, help, let me out. I am sorry for my sins.” “Stop the burning fires and stop poking me with those pitchforks.” And all of the other imagery you can imagine from a hell that the Christians want for themselves.

The newbie guy in his afterlife walks away from the grand huge wall with a peephole in it. He starts to walk down the path in the afterlife, and he sees the caseworker. She calls out to him.

“How are you doing? Do you need anything?”

He responds with, “No, I don’t need anything. But I was walking down the path and I saw a huge wall with a peephole in it. I looked inside and I saw fires burning, and pitchforks held by demons with horns and tails. People were moaning and yelling to be let out of the pit of fire. What is up with all of that stuff?”

The caseworker looks at him as she responds, “Don’t worry about those people. They are Christians and that is what they wanted.”

The guy says, “Oh.” and he walks away as the caseworker yells out to him, “If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Ok. He responds. "Ok."

The obviously fake human in front of me ends the story with the words, “Well, I have to go now. I have to go return to work.”

I looked and stared at him with an amazement words could not express. I was thinking to myself, still in shock that he was so rude to just tell his story and leave like the mountain was on fire. I wanted to talk to him some more; like really dude, that is all you are going to tell me.

I was really disappointed even though I enjoyed his short story. After all, I just finished my 'Ph.D.' thesis on why there has to be an afterlife for at least some human beings. Maybe all of them.

I looked at him as I was thinking to myself, ‘Sure. Back to work with that skin. No way.”

He looked back at me as he rode off onto the back side of the mountain. It was like he knew that the show had only begun. His part was over for the next part of the show for the guy who was a master metaphysician who yelled out, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have anything to say to me? I am listening?”

I could not believe it. He simply rides off without a huff or a puff. But it was like he disappeared before he arrived at the downhill start of the mountain.

I was staring at where he seemed to disappear, wondering if I really saw a guy turn into a corner on the top of a mountain that was not really there.

I am looking into thin air. But that was a warmup to the next phrase of strange creatures on top of Mission Peak. A warning to my dear readers. Before you ask questions to the ‘air,’ really make sure you want answers because you never know what will happen.

Part IV.

There I was, all alone again, on top of the mountain called Mission Peak in Fremont CA. It is a nice place to live unless you want an incompetent police department.

I have been told that that city has gone to the criminals since I moved out of it because the police are lazy-ass white boy partiers who get paid for laughing it up while the criminals break into houses and businesses.

I experienced it, so nobody can tell me different. About ten years later, that seems to be the story all around CA and America. Why are people paying taxes for police who do not serve and protect the people from criminals?

I know there are criminals and people who break the law and that we need police to stop, catch, and then send them over to the legal system. But it is not working, which is only one reason why people own so many guns in America.

When I first bought a house in Fremont CA, my house was surrounded by three drug dealer houses. Soon after that, I had to do something about it, which I did. But then the break-ins started happening. I mean, if I explained the real story to you readers, you would not believe it.

So, there I was again, alone on top of Mission Peak. I had a few seconds of thinking to myself, ‘Where did that obviously fake human guy disappear off too?’ when almost immediately I hear a voice behind me.

I started to walk towards my hiking backpack when I heard the words, “Sir, can you help me.”

I stopped in my tracks knowing that I was just looking at the spot where I now heard a voice asking me a question. And nobody was standing there just a second ago. It was empty space. No skin, bone, blood, or brain creature.

But obviously I was wrong because there was a young Asian female asking me for help.

Before I could think where the voice was coming from in a spot that was empty just a few seconds ago, where nobody was standing, I heard the voice again.

“Sir, can you help me?”

I slowly turn around and I see an Asian lady standing there looking at me.

I ask her. (If you can believe it.) Are you talking to me? True as I am now still living and breathing.

I turned my head around in a 360 turn, back and forth, and of course, I still did not see a single person on top of the mountain called Mission Peak, except for the Asian lady and me.

I think to myself, what a jerk I am because of course, I am the only person standing on the mountain, along with an Asian female who was correct to call me sir. Even though by the time we were finished with each other, I didn’t know what realm of existence I was living in.

You know, because I possess a multi-dimensional holistic consciousness, unlike the other 7-8 billion people on planet Earth who normally possess only a single one-dimensional biological consciousness, I am ready for almost anything. I am never shocked by anything that happens anymore. So many supernatural stories to be told. Netflix should call me to make a deal.

I never thought much about my biological body. Now, it takes work just to stay alive. Now I know why some older people don't mind dying after their human bodies are finished living.

So, I ask, “Do you need my help?” Again, I felt sort of a jerk because my logical mind reminded me that she had already asked me, ‘Sir, can you help me?’ Four times.

I started to walk over to her. When I reached her, about ten feet from me, I asked her, “What can I do for you?”

She replies to me, “My feet are killing me.”

I looked down at her feet, only to see a brand-new pair of blue tennis sneakers.

So, I asked her, “You climbed up to the top of this mountain with those on your feet?”

She replies, “Yes, I did.”

I almost called her a lying motherfucker, for lack of a better word because I was also looking at my hiking boots that had I washed off the night before and now those hiking boots were dusty as heck. Dust was all over my hiking boots. There was not a spot without dust. And now there is an Asian lady with a brand-new pair of blue tennis sneakers standing in front of me. Unbelievable. Truly. Just Unbelievable. I will never get that picture out of my mind.

Then, lo and behold, I noticed her reptile skin, which of course, was just like the skin of the guy who told me the story about the rookie guy in his afterlife and his caseworker in his afterlife.

I just knew better than to ask her about her skin, the same texture, and color, with those reptile bumps on it. By now, my human brain and mind was getting to the point that whoever or whatever heard my question, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something you want to tell me? I am listening.” They were answering it in their own way. To this day, there is not a moment on that mountain top I will never forget. Ever!

There is a sentence or phrase in the book titled, “Illusions.” by Richard Bach. Everyone should read the book for Christmas. The sentence or phrase goes something like this. ‘It is not wise to insult a creature from a different space-time dimension who can zap you with burning rays with the snap of their fingertips.’ It is a good sentence or phrase to remember just in case you are ever in that situation.

I was actually thinking about that phrase with the first human male looking creature. I mean, really. I don’t know where they came from and what sort of power they held at the top of a mountain top where if I disappeared from human and earthly existence, nobody would have known what happened to me.

What I really wanted to know were answers to questions like these: Where did you come from? How did you do it? Why are you in front of me? What do you want from me? Etc. But everything happened so fast that there was very little time to think about everything at once.

Although they did not look like the type of supernatural creatures that would zap me with burning rays of fire with the snap of their fingertips, why take the chance?

I looked at her brand-new blue tennis sneakers that didn’t have a hint of dust on them. I see that the shoe/sneaker laces are untied. Now, I absolutely know that she did not climb up the mountain in those brand-new blue tennis sneakers.

Why? Because after you have climbed for hours on a fire road and other dirt paths of various paths, (look it up on YouTube) the path to the top is a 50-foot-thin path of rocks, sharp, pointed rocks of all sizes after you have hiked for hours up the mountain.

Even with professional hiking boots, which is what I was wearing that day, one wrong step with your feet and you will seriously damage to your poor, worn-out body that wants only one thing after climbing Mission Peak. And that is to sit down somewhere and give your feet, legs, and body a much-needed rest. At least for beginners. People in shape don’t really need a rest.

Here was this Asian lady from who knows where standing in front of me without an ounce of weariness or “very extreme tiredness; fatigue.” She looked like she been had n picked up from the ground by the hand of Jesus and then placed on top of the mountain to play with my mind or at least bend it in a way it had never been bent before that moment.

Honestly, it had been many decades that I was wishing that if someone or some creature could appear in front of me out of thin air, I would enjoy seeing that happen. But I never asked for it.

I had watched groups of United States Marine soldiers climbing that mountain sweating and huffing and puffing like they were going to die. With another Marine yelling and screaming at them at the top of his lungs. At least it seemed that way to me.

Now this Asian woman who was wearing brand new blue tennis sneakers without an atomic hint of dust was standing in front of me like she had magically appeared out of another space-time dimension.

Which by the way, is what happened! I knew it, and the two people or creatures who looked like people knew it too.

But I asked for it. Didn’t I. Once a week for three weeks, I asked the question, “Hey God, Angels, Whatever. Do you have something you want to say to me? I am listening.”

I knelt down and I tied both of her tennis sneaker laces. And as I was doing it, with my fingers on those white brand-new blue tennis sneakers laces, without a hint of dust on them, I realized that the book I was currently reading had the pair of shoes with their laces intertwined as one.

Google to see a picture of the book, “The Trouble with Physics.”

For a moment in time, I realized that somehow, I was not only connected to other realms but other creatures in other realms were also connected to me too. I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything except act normal.

I stood up and I looked at it. I asked her, “What do you do for a living?”

She responded with the answer, “I am a caseworker.”

OK then. How many moments of shocks and amazement can happen on top of a mountain on a beautiful day with a temperature of 73 degrees? My brain and mind were now on full alert status, more so than in the previous 15-20 minutes so far in this supernatural experience on top of a mountain.

So, both the male and female had the same type of weird skin. The male tells me a story about the afterlife with a caseworker in it. And now I am standing in front of a caseworker in 'real life.'

I didn’t know what to do. Or say. I was in a bit of a shock to be honest with you my dear readers.

I was thinking, maybe she was my caseworker since I am living between at least this world and the afterlife. But I really didn’t need anything, so I didn’t ask her if she was my caseworker somehow. I should have asked her if she was my current caseworker. I should have done it!

But somehow, I was thinking, if she is one of my caseworkers, she will always be there if I need some supernatural help while I am still living on planet Earth for the time being as at least a seemingly human being.

To explain that last statement, I have almost died so many times that a part of me is still stuck in the realm of the afterlife, if that is the best way to put it. Or at the very least, part of my mind is somehow connected to the realm termed the afterlife.

I told her I needed some water from my backpack. I turned around. I walked about three steps. I turned around again to see her. What do I see? Empty air. Nothing. She had disappeared.

She was gone! Poof. Like a magic show on top of a mountain. I raised my arms up in the air. I yelled out. Really? Really? Where did you go? Where did she go? She was there one second. Gone the next second. I tilted my head upwards a bit to see if I could see a UFO spacecraft.

Of course I didn’t see a UFO spacecraft because that would have been way too easy to explain.

Like a crazy person who was trying to look a bit normal as a human being, I looked all around on the top of the mountain, Mission Peak. On the top, there was a very limited supply of ways to go down the mountain. She wasn’t behind me.

She didn’t go to the right of me because it was tall grass all a lot of snakes among other creatures of nature and I could see the whole right side with one glance. Nobody walked down in that snake infested grass. I could view the whole side of that mountain with one glance. No people or ‘special people.’

She did not go to the left of me because it was a straight downward cliff. I know she did not move fast enough to go straight down the 50-foot path of rocks. But I walked over there just to make sure. I looked downward, staring at the path of sharp, pointed, jagged, (broken, craggy, irregular, rugged, uneven, ragged, and scraggly) rocks of all sizes.

I looked at my watch even though I knew it was a complete waste of time and energy. I knew that she was gone. And, she was not going to appear on the single foot path of sharp, pointed, jagged, etc. rocks. She was never going to reappear on top of Mission Peak and tell me how she did the appearing and disappearing trick almost before my very eyes, and mind.

Really? She didn’t even climb up the mountain to begin with. She appeared out of nowhere or somewhere more like it. She was wearing brand new blue tennis sneakers. This Asian lady did not climb that mountain without having a single trace of dust and dirt on those white plastic sides of those brand-new blue tennis sneakers. It was and still is impossible.

I stood on top of that mountain all alone, or maybe not alone, depending on how you look at it, looking at my watch for some reason, waiting for at least 30 minutes, absorbing the moment like I was a special human being who had the privilege and honor of being visited by creatures from another space-time dimension, or something, somewhere, all of which I had been preparing myself, (my mind and consciousness) since the day I was born on this planet, in this small part of the galaxy.

So, if I had to give another one of my precious gifts and bits of higher-level information to the current human species this Christmas season, it would be this.

We are not alone! Nope. You may think we are alone. But we are most definitely not alone.

Merry Christmas!