The Flow
Are you from this planet?
My eyes got big and then squinted as I shook my head
because I thought I was hallucinating when the expert
specialist but confused medical doctor asked me if I was from
this planet. My one word answer was:
What?
The next jittery words out of the medical doctor's mouth were:
Are you from this planet?
I nodded my head in an annoyed affirmative motion as I said:
Yea, as far as I know.
The day before in late August of 1988 I was playing a team
pick-up basketball game with big African-American Joe. I
attempted to block a pass being made by big Joe. He
released the ball with his open palm. The fingers of his
extended hand bore down on my bottom eye-lid.
Compounding the problem of his extended pointer finger
bearing down on my bottom eye-lid, Joe did not have the
courtesy of cutting his very sharp cuticles before playing
basketball.
The blow to my eye was not only a knock-out punch but his
razor- edge nail opened a bleeding deep wound beneath my
eye. I have no concept of how long I laid unconscious on the
floor of the Pacific Beach Recreational indoor basketball
court. Later one of the other players said:
I thought he'd killed yea.
I dragged my body to the car and drove myself to the Kaiser
Hospital in San Diego, California. Half way to the hospital I
realized I should have been transported by another person or
ambulance as I weaved back and forth in the freeway lane.
My wife at that time was an employee of the Kaiser system
and I received excellent medical care but I had do a bit acting
to get the immediate attention I needed. The emergency room
was filled with patients but I intuitively knew that I was in big
trouble and the injury was more than just a blow and cut. After
an hour of waiting I fully admit I faked a fainting spell that
resulted in me being examined as soon as possible. But I
knew I was on a fate timeline.
Fortunately one the leading eye surgeons in the U.S. was
visiting the hospital that day. As the initial doctor exited the
exam room, he turned and saw the eye surgeon heading
towards his rental car parked outside the emergency room.
The doctor was going to the airport for his return trip home to
Northern California. The only words spoken by the E.R.
physician was
you got to see this one.
The old saying "the squeaky wheel gets greased first" applies
to this situation. If I had not faked my fainting spell the eye
surgeon would boarded the plane to Northern California and
the physical condition of my eyesight would have been
radically changed forever.
Even though my eyes were dazed by all the trauma, I could
see the expression on the doctor's face light-up as he
declared that the tear duct of my left eye had been severed.
His diagnosis made about 6 p.m. on a Sunday evening. He
informed me that I needed to undergo emergency microsurgery to reattach the tear duct. A ruptured tear duct would
have dehydrated my eye and if the lack of water persisted
over the next 24 hours, my left eye would have had to been
removed. The surgeon informed me that the set-up for the
micro-surgery would take about six hours so I would be put
under anesthesia at 11:30 p.m. and the operation would
begin around midnight. Further, the surgery would take about
two hours and I would be fully awake in the post surgery room
around 3:00 a.m.. As usual, nothing is usual in my life.
I woke-up vey groggy and disorientated the next day,
Monday, at 2:00 p.m. As I laid moaning in the recovery room
bed, the nurse rushed to my side and informed me the doctor
wanted to talk with me as soon as possible. The next words
out of my mouth were "can I pee first?"
The urination relief period allowed me to sort of regain a
semi-clear awareness but the next moments are blazed into
my memory forever. As the doctor approached my bed I
remembered an old saying:
He is nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room
full of rocking chairs
The first jittery words out of the doctor's mouth were:
Are you from this planet?
My eyes got big and then squinted as I shook my head
because I thought I was hallucinating when the doctor asked
if I was from this planet so my one word answer was
What?
The next jittery words out of the doctor's mouth were:
Are you from this planet?
I nodded my head in an affirmative motion as I said:
Yea, as far as I know.
The doctor then went into a dissertation about the procedures
of micro eye surgery. Every human eye, no matter what the
sex or racial background, has specific "markers" around the
tear duct area. The doctor searched for my "markers" for two
hours with no success. He stopped the operation and then
summoned a resident eye surgeon to assist with my difficult
case.
After two more hours of effort, they were about to give up
connecting my severed tear duct when the second doctor
suggested they keep going up the tear duct and see if my
"markers" were at a different location. Sure enough their trek
up my novel tear duct resulted in discovering my markers a
quarter of an inch from where every other human being has
their normal "markers." Once the landmarks were uncovered,
the tear duct was sutured with no problems. The doctor
declared my "markers" being a quarter an inch off the norm
was like the distance between the Sun and the planet
Neptune in the small world of micro-surgery.
The doctors were so dumbfounded yet impressed with my
body structure they couldn't resist taking a micro-surgery tour
of my entire facial structure while I was still under anesthesia.
Their probe slithered down my left cheek, around my jaw
area, up to my temple and then across my forehead. Along
their trip through and around my face they searched for all the
other normal "markers" and structures that most normal
humans have. One of the leading and most experienced
micro eye-surgeons in the U.S. declared to me:
We didn't recognize a thing because your
facial structure is like no other human
being we have ever studied or observed!
The surgeon also stated that their trip and tour through my
face was a large enough sample to conclude that my entire
body structure was different from any other human being they
had encountered or studied. I have had warmer and fuzzier
moments in my life. But moments after the doctor made that
statement I flashed back to an event that occurred to me
when I was about 12 years old. During all my sleeping
periods as a child and as an adult I have and remember most
of my dreams. However, I sleep in blocks of three to four
hours and then wake-up and go back to sleep. I remember
waking up and going back to sleep after I am fully done with
my rest.
However, one night I went to bed very early at 6 pm because
I all of sudden I got very tired and sleepy. I was totally healthy
at the time with no head cold, fever or upset stomach. From
my perspective, just as I fell asleep my father was straddling
my lower torso as he was shaking my shoulders with his two
hands. My first reaction was why was he waking me up when
I just fell asleep? But he then said the time was 7 am the next
day.
My normal routine was get-up when my father came into our
room either for the first time or after second time in the
morning. I was in such a deep sleep that my father could not
wake me even after a half minute of violently shaking my
body. My father was near panic mode and ready to call an
ambulance when I finally woke after he literally picked my
shoulders up and then slammed by body on the bed.
For the first and only time in my life, I cannot remember what
happened to me for over 13 hours. I cannot pinpoint why or
how but I feel and know that incident was somehow related to
my abnormal body structure.
The eye surgeon wanted me to stay in the hospital for three
days so they could do additional tests and observe me. I
adamantly told them there no way was I going to be in a
hospital for three days. I was released on a Monday afternoon
and agreed to visit the doctor's office on late Wednesday
afternoon. Between the blow from big Joe and the eight hour
surgery, my left eye was deep shade of black while four
stitches bound the cut on my bottom eye lid. The doctors
projected that the skin color would return to normal in three to
four weeks and at five weeks they would remove the four
stitches.
Within in an hour after departing the hospital I began applying
liquid vitamin E and DMSO every three hours on the black
areas. I did numerous metaphysical practices including
meditation, visualization and a "healing" by a woman named
Adele Tinning who was a good friend of television personality
Barbara Walters. I kept my appointment with the doctors and
sat on a rotating stool in the examining room. I sat with my
back to the entrance door. A second after the doctors walked
into the room, I whirled around on the rotating stool and faced
them head on.
Their jaws dropped as they gasped for air. They separated
and slowly walked around to the sides of and then towards
me. The doctors were absolutely blown away a third time with
my physical body. The skin color of my around my eye was
totally normal while I had a small quarter inch patch of light
green color on my cheekbone. The initial deep cut, bound by
the stitches, was completely healed and they said if the
stitches had remained any longer, the skin would have
scared.
Reluctantly they asked how I healed so quickly. They listened
up to the point where I said I applied liquid vitamin E. But their
defensive ear plugs were metaphorically inserted when I
detailed my meditation and visualization practices to them.
The doctors did not ask for me to make a follow-up
appointment. They had enough of me and my oddball
structures and ways. So as you, the reader of this
autobiography, continue to read the text of this diatribe, keep
in mind that two medical doctors have doubts about the
author being from this planet.
The abnormalities of my body are internal and externally I
have a normal human structure with no deformities. My gut
feeling tells me that all of my relatives including my parents,
and my siblings, cousins and children, with one exception,
would not astound the eye surgeons during a tear duct
microsurgery. Probably my relatives are normal and I am the
exception but for one other. My mother has never mentioned
experiencing anything usual before and a during my
pregnancy such as having missing time periods with no
recollection or encounters with non-humans or aliens.
Master astrologers such as Leonardo Di Vinci, Isaac Newton
and George Washington would not have detected any
physical growth abnormalities due my zodiac birth chart.
Famous 20th century astrologers Bill Herbst and Linda
Goodman did not perceive any physical growth abnormalities
while analyzing to my birth chart of 1:50 am, October 21,
1952 in Dallas, Texas. So the only two probably causes for
my abnormality are that a fluke but scientifically explainable
event occurred during my time in the womb or my body was
somehow manipulated after I was born. Or both of these
events occurred. The latter makes the most sense to me.
When the eye surgeon informed me about my abnormality, I
then understood my feeling of being different from the human
race since my first memories as a child. My secret
abnormality also explained why most humans react to me in
unusual manners and ways that are either subtle or overt.
Most persons can feel I am different but, like me until I had
the eye surgery, they cannot determine the cause of and
explain why I am different. Therefore, this confusion and
mystery mixed in with any emotions of fear, anger,
acceptance, love or hate brings out the very worst and best in
most humans who encounter me. My hidden abnormality
makes me an expert in one area of the human
experience...being abnormal, living abnormally and being
thought of and treated as abnormal.
Traditional scientists discovered that moving liquids such as
blood flowing in the human body create electromagnetic fields
and the neuron activities in the nervous system are subtle
forms of electricity. Logically, the electromagnetic fields and
the electricity in my body are moving in different patterns
when compared to the normal human. Do my abnormal
physical structures and energy patterns plug me into sockets
of the Cosmos that are not available to the normal human?
Does this one-of-a-kind connection to our realty compel me to
be curious about and investigate the real yet hidden structure
and events of planet Earth and the Universe?
For example, an important event in my continuing
investigation into the Great Pyramid on the Giza Plateau in
Egypt occurred in 2006. Mathematicians and traditional
scientists have been mystified and stumped by the
dimensions of the Great Pyramid. Non-traditional researchers
theorized that a three-sided pyramid structure is inside the
four-sided pyramid but there has been no proof for their
belief.
As far as I know, I am the first researcher to investigate the
mathematics and structure of the Great Pyramid with a
geometric and architectural computer program called AutoCad. The results of my investigation mathematically proved
that a three-sided pyramid is indeed inside the four sided
pyramid and the basic structures are detailed on the cover of
this book. Traditional trained mathematicians and scientists
have confirmed my discoveries. My full investigation, further
detailed in the website www.trivortex.com, also logically
deducted that a five-sided pyramid is hidden beneath the
four-sided pyramid. Did my unusual internal physical structure
and energies assist in discovering what was really built in
North Africa? Did my unusual internal physical structure and
energies assist in uncovering what really occurred in the
Abraham Lincoln assassination and the John F. Kennedy
incident
on
Elm
Street
in
Dallas,
Texas?
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