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I swear to get around to 2021 at some point, I said exactly that last year. This is again from last December, I saw these berries and then noticed the lines of spider silk, it resembled to me a sort of Neural-Pathway or Neural-Network, neurons of some description anyway. It is something to marvel when you look at galaxies and then see neurons in the brain, or the construct of the eye, one can easily see the limitation of the imagination that is the construct behind the simulation we all live in, when these designs start to combine in their individual design.

I hope everyone is well, here's to a great weekend and so as always, thank you! :)

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So I probably am insane, I don't care, I applied an awakening to this moment, for me personally I never see a road, I see demonstrational neurological existential consciousness, ready to send out the little messengers of thoughts of which we are all in the driving seat, master this and you master the Universe. Imagine if you would, realising that thinking decides reality and a new universe can be created from thus an infinitesimal moment's conjuring, it can be mind blowing and frightening to yield that level of conscience, be mindful of your thoughts but what an incredible playground of exploration awaits if we could ever can comprehend the absolute freedom that awaits, so go ahead Angel, blow my mind, I am ready!

I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)

Pamukkale is a natural site in Denizli in southwestern Turkey. Pamukkale is also the site of the remarkably well-preserved ruins of the Greek-Roman city of Hierapolis. This area is famous for a carbonate mineral left by flowing water. Those waters are used for drinking and bathing. They are recommended for the treatment of rheumatic, dermatological and gynecological diseases, neurological and physical exhaustion, digestive maladies and nutritional disorders. It is also one of the Turkey’s most visited attractions.

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(Love Theme from "Titanic")

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Song by Céline Dion

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more, you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime

And never let go till we're gone

Love was when I loved you

One true time I hold to

In my life, we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more, you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Songwriters: Will Jennings, James Horner.

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The inspiration for this photo came after watching a moving documentary about Céline Dion, who is struggling to overcome a very rare neurological/muscular disease called "Stiff Person Syndrome" (SPS)... If you have Amazon Prime, it is available there at this time. Go here for information: "I am Céline Dion" @ www.amazon.com/I-Am-Celine-Dion/dp/B0CZ7PQ8Q7

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Some sly miniature neurological intruder has strung a net across my brain - between the part that has ideas and the part in charge of executing. Ideas spring up like sockeye, silver, lithe, shimmering, leaping - only to flop back stunned and stupid after hitting the net. Again.

What happens to ideas when they're stymied like that? Do they starve, die, rot, without ever having spawned? Or do they regroup, reconstitute themselves, and come back later with a more developed business plan?

I guess we'll see.

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Absolutely True Story. With previous Neurological issues affecting my balance center (vision and ears) after a nasty virus (pre-pandemic). I saw the whole world on a tilt from left to right, constantly, just like this for MONTHS on end!! No, it wasn't much fun as you can well, sort of imagine. haha. Glad I see things 'on the level' now. But if my photo compositions/ image angles start looking a bit on the piss (slope/tilt). Please just roll with it and let's just call it art. haha. Thanks ;)

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16 months ago I developed a serious neurological condition which has stolen the life I had... This pretty much sums it up...

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alice in wonderland syndrome, also known as todd's syndrome or lilliputian hallucinations, is a disorienting neurological condition that affects human perception. Sufferers may experience micropsia, macropsia, or size distortion of other sensory modalities

killing two birds with one stone: revisiting classics #10

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neurological merge with my head in the air and my heart on the ground . look around look around . drown drown drownd

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Neurologically Operated Refrigerated Automaton, or N.O.R.A. was meant to be Victor's solution to both preserving his beloved wife, and allowing her to continue to function in the world while he could focus on finding her a cure. Only the years as a human snow cone and constant battles Batman have not been kind to Nora. While technically still alive, her body and mind have suffered extensive tissue damage, and she can no longer control N.O.R.A. Instead Victor has taken over the controls. Now outfitted with a mammoth freeze cannon, hurling pissed off polar bears, and a doomsday failsafe that will trigger a cataclysmic nuclear winter, N.O.R.A. Will become the vehicle of Victor's ultimate revenge against Batman and a world whose heart has grown cold.

My entry for FBTB's Mech Madness 2012

A week in the life of an American Target, in the United States of America

It’s been a long week, and it’s only Friday, as I start this. I was hoping to work on this throughout the week. But, I have been preoccupied, by trying to stay alive. For Reals Guys, for Reals…..

Bare with me folks, this is going to be a long list of events.

My intermittent vision loss in my right eye, has been going on for over two years. I first saw the Optometry Department at the Fresno, California VA. I was told if it returns, to rush to the clinic, so they could see first hand. It only last a few minutes, when it happens. I lived and worked in Yosemite National Park, at the time. An hour and 40 minutes away. I didn’t get any answers from them, and eventually, was forced into early retirement.

I thought I did my research before leaving Yosemite, and moved to Grand Junction, Colorado. Their VA Hospital, was the worst, toxic and vile VA, I have ever been to (and still is). I bought a motorhome, adopted Koda the Magnificent, and headed to Arizona. From there, I’ve been bouncing from hospitals, to clinic; trying to find something that resembles adequate medical care.

On 11-9-21, I was seen by the Phoenix VA, Optometry department, they called in two doctors. They requested I see a Retina Specialist. I was seen by one, on 12-15-21. That doctor requested, I be seen by an Ophthalmic Neurologist. These doctors, kept saying, it’s migraine headaches. Even though, I never had a history of migraines, and seldom get a mild headache. I’m not taking about the Direct Energy Weapons Attacks, I receive. I’m talking headaches.

It took another four months to be seen, by a doctor at Barrow Neurological Institute. When I first saw that doctor, on 4-14-22, he was very dismissive, short, and went on the migraine headache spill. I asked for an MRI on my brain, he he told me there was really no need. I insisted, and had it done at the Phoenix VA, on 5-27-22. I told the Neurologist I would be in Colorado. He said we could do a video conference call, to give me the results. His staff and I, set up the date; knowing I would be in Colorado. The week prior to the video call, I kept getting text and emails, from Barrow staff, saying I have an in office visit. I’m in Colorado, they are in Phoenix Arizona. They knew I would be in Colorado, but continued the text and emails.

Now it’s Monday (this week), 7-18-22. As I test Zoom, for the video conference call; a Crop Duster, buzzed the top of our Motorhome. We are on BLM (Bureau of Land Management), lands. The closes crops to us, are about 5 miles south. Maybe someones growing marijuana out here. I hope I find some. After the fly over; gunshots, from the other side of a hill. 150 meters to our left. This time, it sounded like a .22 pistol. Not a high powered rifle. When I took Koda out to poop, or pee; we get the Village Idiots of Mesa County, driving back and forth, on a road not far from us. Accelerating, sounding off, their Big Billy-Bob trucks. One even zooms pass the back of our Motorhome. Gas, still at $4.99 a gallon. This is the same list of events, that happens in Arizona and Wyoming. The same conspired, pattern of events. A plane, gunshots, then soon after; the Village Idiots appear.

I get Zoom dialed in, and wait for my video call. The Neurologist, from Barrow Neurological Institute, in Phoenix, Arizona; was supposed to give me my MRI result. Well, the Community Care Team, from the Phoenix VA; didn’t send the MRI, to the Neurologist. They had two months to insure they had the MRI. I made many calls, month after month. No one, from the VA Community Care Team in Phoenix, returned my calls. I also made repeated calls to the Neurologist staff, at Barrow Institute. They didn’t return my calls. They did call me last Friday, to make sure I was set up for the Video Conference; even though, they didn’t have an MRI to read. Maybe, so they could bill the VA for it? Or, so the doctor could talk down to me again; telling me I’m responsible to insure they have the MRI? Or, maybe they are trying to hide something from me? Could it have been deleted; like the Secret Service Text? Never to be found, but many, many bullshit excuses.

This is what happens to veterans, that dare speak out against the VA. Or any other Government Agency, of the United States of America.

So, after the Video call shit show; I called the Phoenix VA, Patient Advocate. I told a man named Anthony, what had happened. He said he would start a case number. He gave me the number to the Community Care Nurse. She still has not returned my call from Monday. Today, is Saturday.

Now, that you may be a bit confused by all the dates; it Tuesday. The Ophthalmologist, that I saw last week requested a CAT scan, so I scheduled to have it done at the VA, in Grand Junction.

Because of the radiation, I couldn’t take Koda. I scheduled him for a Dog Day Care, here in Grand Junction, CO. I spoke with a woman in detail, after reading their reviews. I informed her, he was up to date on all vaccinations. That I’m a Certified Animal Care Specialist. She had me fill out an owners contract online, and said they would send a request, for a copy of his records. This was last Thursday; I didn’t receive it. I called Friday, spoke with the same woman. She told me to come in at 11:00 am, Tuesday, with Koda, his records and we will take care of it.

We are back to Monday night, just before I go to bed. I get this notification from Yelp, at 10:35 pm. It was a review that reads :

“We left our dog here for day care with the instructions of he does not need much activity, 30 minutes or less. 5 hours later we were handed a dead dog with not much more than a “sorry” from the owner”. (Name Withheld)

It goes on to say, he was left with a young assistant and died of heat stroke. This was about a facility, I used here, two years ago. This was an attempt at Gaslighting. The night before I take Koda to a new facility, just before I go to bed, I get this. This is the kind of shit, a Target in the United States of America, gets on a regular basis. Now, if that wasn’t enough to get your hart racing, read what’s next.

Tuesday morning we get up, I take Koda out to poo; the Village Idiots of Mesa County, zoom back and forth, revving their engines. We go inside, have a bit of breakfast, and the Dog Day Care calls me. The woman tells me, they can’t except Koda; unless all his vaccinations are on a Veterinarian’s Letterhead. We went over that, Thursday and Friday. Now, I’m being told, Koda can not be on their premises, because of their license policy, or some shit. Here it is, the morning of my CAT scan, and they throw this shit at me. Like I keep telling you guys; “I’m used to it”. This shit happens all the time. I can’t miss my CAT scan appointment that day.

I asked to speak to the manager (not trying to be a Kevin). She agreed, to let me bring Koda, review his records, and give him an evaluation. As we head out towards Grand Junction, the Village Idiots of Mesa County; set up along the route. We even had the Village Idiot of Loma, Colorado; driving in circles, at their Post Office. In his little Postal Truck, as we drove by. Maybe he’s “Going Postal”.

I’ve mentioned crap like that, too, in previous post.

The manager said, she called the owners, and Koda was fine to stay. I was concerned leaving him there, but I had no choice. I needed to have the CAT scan. I head to the Grand Junction VA, and was chased down and crowded, by the Village Idiots, in Big Billy-Bob trucks.

I get to the Grand Junction, VA. I have a guy cut me off just before I entered. Then when I got in the building, a guy in civilian cloths, steps in front of me. His job, was to stall me, so I miss the elevator. I almost ruptured a nut, but made the elevator. I received my CAT scan, with no incidents from the staff. (Someone’s been reading my post). As I walk out of the hospital; the same guy that stepped in front of me, by the elevator, does it again. This time he has a guy with him, he called him Bill. Yes, it was a Billy-Bob, and a dose of Gaslighting.

I made it to my car, and was headed to the Department of Motor Vehicles. I payed my car off, and needed to switch the title to my name. They weren’t expecting that, and not set up for me. While one of the staff was waiting at the entrance, cell phone in hand, a guy rushed up to the ticket window ahead of me. There was only him ahead of me, at the ticket window, and two people inside, getting served. He starts telling the woman at the ticket window a long story. She gets on the computer and takes care of his transaction, as the Perps start rolling in. I asked the woman if this was the ticket window, she gets snappy, and says “I help out when they are backed up”. They were not backed up, I’ve never seen a branch so empty. As she continued to help this guy with a registration or some shit, two of the staff serving customers leave. I get this a lot, too. It was mid-afternoon, not lunch time. This is a stalling campaign.

Here I am waiting, then there’s a big line behind me. There’s a kiosk, just to my right. A woman drops a dental floss stick, on the floor. It was the exactly like the ones I use. She keeps sliding her foot back and forth beside it. I know people drop dental floss stick all the time. This is a conspired act of Gaslighting. These guys know I’ very perceptive. Doing live recons, I had to know my surroundings. Once all the Village Idiots made it in, to mob me. The guy waiting outside with the cellphone, goes into a back office. I finally get my ticket. I walk into an almost empty service area, and get my title. It took the you guy three attempts to get my mailing address correct.

I go back to pick Koda up, and the woman at the counter; shows me and reads Koda’s behavior assessment. She tells me that Koda was great. He remained calm when approached by staff, and the dogs they use to test his behavior. They said he didn’t get excited, remained calm and he did great. He has had many, what is called a Meet & Greet. He always passes with flying colors. (This will come back up later; an incident with the Forest Service) The staff were great, once they realized, I wasn’t afraid to stand up for myself. There was a creepy guy watching us in the lobby, as we checked out.

I have my little buddy in the car, and we head to a shopping mall. I needed new shoes, my daughter is coming out this summer. I don’t want to embarrass her, wearing Dad Shoes. As we head down the road; here comes another Billy-Bob. He has an American Flag the size of his truck, on a post, in his truck bed. I don’t know what the fuck these people are so proud of. Take a good look at the United States of America today! Soon after he drives pass us, with a big smirk on his face; we are surrounded by Big Billy-Bob trucks. These are large pickup trucks. There is one on each of our sides, one behind us. Then a small motorcycle pulls out from in front of one. It pulls in front of us, slows down to about 15 miles an hour. The big trucks slow down too. The one behind us, right on our ass. It’s as if they know where we are going. I can’t pass the guy, on the maybe 90cc motorcycle. I can’t get over to the right lane to make my turn. I finally do. The truck to my right pulls ahead, so I can get over. He then slows down and lets the motorcycle in front of him. This goes on, until we reach the mall. As we set in the parking lot, the motorcycle comes back by. These are Baiting Tactics, in hopes I will act out in anger, as others record it. No Law Enforcement to be seen.

We go into a Target store (no pun intended). We get mobbed and blocked by a couple of their staff, and the Mesa County Village Idiots (I’m done trying to be nice to these simple fucks). I wanted to pick up a few things there. We then found a nice shoe store in the mall. I picked out a pair. A woman using her young daughter, tries to cut us off; as we headed to the register. The shoes were even approved, by the young staff at the counter. As we walked through the mall, we saw an Ice cream store and had to stop. I got Koda a scoop vanilla bean , and me a pecan camel, something. It was great, the young woman at the counter was a sweetheart. We had the little shop to ourselves. Koda, laying at my feet, awaiting every spoon I fed him. He deserved every bite. That was short lived. Sociopath Karen comes in. Koda, laying calmly at my feet, jumps up. Something has him riled. Koda starts panting, looking her way. Karen at the counter, getting louder by the minute. I ignore the bitch, calm Koda down. I started receiving a light Energy Weapons Attack. Koda may have too. We finished our ice cream and left. Once in the parking lot; we get the second hand cigarette, and car exhaust treatment.

Last year in the spring, we were in Arizona. I wanted to go for a walk, get some exercise in. We were about a half mile from camp. Koda was off leash, but stayed close to me. He then, hits me hard, in the thigh with his nose. He sometimes nudges me when he wants something, but this was a hard nose butt. It almost knocked me down. I asked him what? He sets and looks up at me. I said, lets go Koda. He starts barking. He’s never done that. I said what again, he calmly stands, turns around and starts walking slowly back to camp. I though, OK, maybe it’s getting to hot for him, so we headed back. Now, I’m getting a little light headed, as we get closer to camp. We were about 100 yards from our camp, and I blacked out. I remember seeing gray. The next thing I remember; is Koda standing over me licking my face. Yuk, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I got up, cleaned myself off, and we made it back to the Motorhome. This happened again, in Wyoming last summer. This time he alerted me the same way, I sat down, drank some water, and ate a few crackers. I thought the last time, I may have been a bit hypoglycemic. So we took water and snacks on our walks, even the short ones.

I adopted Koda, when he was about 11 months old. I found out at his vet check, he had a very bad puppy-hood. I wanted to give him the love he deserved, and possible train him to be a service dog. I took him everywhere to get socialized. I trained him for city street crossing in Gilbert and Phoenix, Arizona. That’s where he learned the wait command; from the automated crossings. I taught him all kinds of verbal and hand commands. All he needed was a soft spoken voice and praise. People, that aren’t the Village Idiots; are amazed at our interactions, as we shop. He will wait at the end of aisles; because the Village Idiots, love to block and run into us there. He will turn right, left, pull our shopping cart, and lay at my feet at checkout. The Walmart Staff Haters, seem to hate him. Fuck them too, right Koda. He will shake his head no at me. When I playfully tell him to stop shaking his head no; he will do it more vigorously. He is learning how to say yes. Not the actual word, but it kinda sounds like it. Its more of a loud squeaky yawn, but it means yes. This is why I call him Magnificent. He truly is. He is young, and if something were to happen to me, I’d like him to go to another veteran in need. I get emotional when I talk about him.

Where was I at? Oh, the Village Idiots; that’s what I call the people involved in American Gang Stalking/Community Mobbing. Seriously, lookup the definition of Gang Stalking. It has run rapped

in the United States of America, but many are afraid to openly speak of it.

Now, it’s Wednesday. We get up early, but I haven’t been feeling well for weeks. We go on short walks. I’ll play ball and tug with his rope, trying to keep Koda active. I wanted to do some scouting for a cooler camp site. So, we packed the cooler and headed out in the car. The Village Idiot Spotters, waiting on a hillside, to see which way we go. He hit the highway, and head for the mountains. I wanted to check out and area with a big river for fishing. We headed for White River National Forest. As I’m driving down the highway, I get a call from the Grand Junction VA. I put it on speaker, have trouble hearing the woman. I didn’t know who she was, and why she was calling, so I asked. She said she was a Community Care Nurse, and they have my CAT scan results. She then told me I have major blockage in my Carotid Arteries, its serious. She said I needed a Carotid Endarterectomy, and they would have someone call me to set it up. We continued to talk. I said, that may be why I’ve been so light headed. It’s restricting blood to my brain. This can lead to strokes, and even death. That’s why, I have the small bubbles floating around in my right eye’s field of vision. I also have a large floater, cover more than ¾ of my field of vision, in my right eye. I also have a small floater in my left eye. This may have been why I blacked out last winter, and the spring prior. It doesn’t explain the gray (what I call a gray curtain), that comes and goes in my right eye. Or, the 14 years of Direct Energy Weapons Attacks. I continued to talk with the nurse about the gray curtain, that covers my right eye. The Phoenix VA, not getting my MRI to the Neurologist. The MRI, I had in Phoenix, could have shown blood restrictions, or minor strokes. I talked to her briefly about my experiences with the Grand Junction VA. She tells me that I’m in the 2%, that are not satisfied with the Grand Junction VA. That’s because of their questionnaires. They don’t allow for specific negative comments, or feedback. If you do send a negative questionnaire, you stop receiving them. She, and many don’t take into account; that many veterans are aware of the retaliation, and will be treated the same as I am. So, they don’t fill them out. I inform her of the staff harassing not just me, but Koda too. She said they may need retraining. No, they need to be fired. Any staff harassing and preventing veterans, from quality care, needs to be fired! Period! No one is held accountable at the Grand Junction VA, Phoenix VA, and from what I read; anywhere.

Anyway, I’m now pulled over at the Kum & Go. Yep, folks, that’s the real name of a gas station out here. As I continue my conversation with the nurse, I told her not to take what I’m saying personal.

I’m setting in the parking lot; a Sociopathic Karen, starts bending over, so she can repeatedly flip her long hair into the air. Yes, folks, this is a real Half-wit thing. They have all kinds of tells, and they will throw them in your face; just to let you know they are with the Local Village Idiots Association (Gang Stalkers). I’m almost through the call with the Grand Junction nurse, she tells me that Chief or Assistant Chief doctor so, and so, has been listening in on our conversation. She waits towards the end of the call to tell me this. Not them, but others, two years ago, did the same. I think it’s Bullshit, and unethical. Every veteran should be told up-front, who they will be speaking with. The doctor, didn’t chime in once. I’ve had no other VA facility, do this….

We happen to be in Rifle, Colorado, setting at the Kum & Go. My family in the Midwest, are still laughing about the name. Karen is now joined by Kevens and Billy-Bobs. They know I have to pee by now, it’s been hours. We go in, Koda stands at my side. A Forest Service employee rushes in. We walk out, and there’s a Keven, phone in palm, looking down at it, as hes ready to step in front of us. I tell Koda; stay close Billy-Bob is ready to pounce. I told you guys, I’m tired of being nice to these Bottom Feeders. That pissed him off. He rallied his Billy-Bob Buddies, and they surrounded us in the parking lot. While I was looking at the map, and my phone, for camping areas; the Perps set up in front of the car smoking, the Honey-Pot in short, shorts pulls in beside us. A Want-a-Bee, with a hand held radio, puts on show directly in front of us. Yep, another Stupid Fest, right there in Rifle, Colorado.

I decided that the sites were to far away from the Grand Junction VA, and we headed back towards the highway. As we do, the local Sheriff shows up at the circle. When we pull onto the highway; a Black Tahoe, with Government plates pulls up behind us, then slowly passes. (ooooh, I’m shaking). Not really, it was only one. I’ve had 4, before.

I stopped at a BLM office in Grand Junction, last month. I asked a young woman about Dispersed Camping sites. She gave me 3 areas to check out. We were headed to check them out. Remember, its only Wednesday. I almost forgot. We drive to the 1st one on my list. Its 52 miles out of our way, and no real sites that will fit our motorhome, car dolly and car. We ended up in the White River National Forest. No shit, I was looking at it earlier, but decided it was to far, and here we are. We get to the top of this mountain, stop, get out and stretch for while. It’s beautiful, but far from the area, that I want to stay in. As I stand there with Koda, here comes our fly-over. 10 minutes after that; two motorcycles show up. The people on them, all dressed in black, full face helmets, dark visors. I couldn’t tell their age, male or female. They zoomed by. We were headed back, came over our first hill. There was a big bull, running towards us, on our side of the road. This thing, as big as my Mazda 6. I hit the brakes, as I swerve left. The bull, slowly trots pass the right side of the car, giving us a stern look. No shit, guys. It was so surreal. Koda, nudged me on the shoulder. He wanted to go out and corral this big thing. Not to far behind the bull, is a Gray Toyota Tacoma. We do get chased down by cows a lot, too. Damn, cow.

We made it back down to a small town, that we passed on the way up. As we drive slowly through it; the Town Marshal shows up ahead of us. Drives up a hill, stops and watches us go through. When we came through it on the way up, we were mobbed at a station. I stopped for information. Those Perps, used their teenage kids to mob us at the register. I did get a fishing license, 2nd pole stamp, and a lottery ticket. I need to check that ticket. If I win, I’m not going to write for you guys anymore. I’ll be in Spain.

We get back to the main road we turned off on. A total of 102 miles round trip wasted. Thanks lady at the BLM Office. We head towards, where I camped a couple years ago. Nice and cool, trees and shade. There was only one person in the secluded camp ground. It was a Dodge Camper Van, I’ve seen it before. The spot I stayed in, was open. They replaced the fire ring and picnic table, with new ones. Koda and I walked around, went up to the self check in; to see if anything changed. I took one of the envelopes and read it, then put it back. I walked Koda for a few minutes, then we get in the car to leave. As we pull up to the exit, a Forest Service truck comes rushing in. It drove right over to the self check in, and parked. I turned around to ask, how long the max stay was. It wasn’t posted. As I pulled up to them, one of the guys gets out of the truck, starts putting eye drops in his eyes. While, overexerting the process. Shaking his head, then flailing the arm he had eye drops in. I’m taking drops for my eyes; this is another act of Gaslighting. He sees my cell on the dash holder, pointed at him, he immediately turns around. I rolled down the window and asked the guy about max stay days. He straightens right up, turns around, looks at the board, and says he doesn’t know. Then, stepping out from the drivers seat, is the Honey Pot. She’s maybe 18-19, dressed in a tight shirt and jeans. Not a Forest Service Uniform. She walk towards our car, a couple objects in her hand, and items bulging from her pockets. As she walked towards us, Koda begins a low growl. He senses something, and continues a low soft growl. I said no Koda, no; he continues. By this time, she’s right at my window. Little boobies almost in my face. I said miss, he’s a service dog, and something you have, has him reacting. I said it, calmly and as polite as I can be. She gives me a look, doesn’t say a word, and walks back to the truck. Remember, he just had another Behavior exam, for boarding yesterday. I didn’t tell the young girl that.

There was another guy stepping out of the back passenger side. She said something to him, and he jumps back in. She opens the driver door, then two other guys from Forest Service truck, step out on her side. They are in Forest Service uniforms. They are hiding behind the drivers door, as the guy with the eye drops is stepping on his dick, trying to answer simple questions. Once he, and I realized he was pretty much useless. I rolled up my window, pulled ahead, so I could turn around. The guys in the uniforms, hiding in the truck. Hiding like; our CIA Director William Burns, FBI Director Christopher Wray, and Homeland Security Director Alejandro Mayorkas. Hiding behind their positions and titles. Letting American children and people, fend for themselves.

As we left that Agency Shit show; I thought of all I dealt with, while working in Yosemite. Is this what you are teaching the young kids, you recruit out of our High Schools, Mr Directors? Koda the Magnificent, and I, unfazed, head out for greener mountains. We checked a couple other areas. By then, the local half-wits were set up at them. We headed down the mountain towards Grand Junction. As we got closer to camp, I ordered a pizza. I was drained, and to tired to cook. I ordered a Hawaiian Pizza, marinara sauce, not bbq, and two garlic butter dipping sauces. Koda loves Hawaiian, and we can eat on it for days. I double checked, to make sure they had my phone order right, before I hung up. We later pulled up, to the drive up window, the manager greeted us. She seemed very pleasant, I repeated my order, with the sauces. She said yep, that’s it. I opened the box partially to look at it, and didn’t see any dipping sauce. She said, it’s clear in the back. I said OK, closed the box, and left a nice tip. We got to camp and it was getting late. Koda and I were starving. I opened the box, it had marinara dipping sauce, not garlic butter. I took a bite out of the pizza; it had some kind of white sauce. It was fucking discussing. I called the place back, spoke to the same woman. She wanted to argue with me. I told her, I recorded the conversation, because things like this happened to us all the time. She didn’t argue anymore. I told her I couldn’t eat this, I would like what I paid for. She said she would refund me, and make us a new pizza at no charge. We went back, by then, the Village Idiots of Fruita, were set in place. We even had the bald guy, combing his bald head. He didn’t have any hair to flip, so he improvised. Really, I have it on camera, like millions of the other acts of Domestic Terrorism; aka Gang Stalking. The Fruita half-wit show was quite entertaining. Koda, didn’t even growl at the simple fucks. We got back, cranked up the ac, had our pizza and went to bed.

Now its Thursday. I wake up with a pee-boner, stand up too fast, and smash my face on the shower glass. It didn’t break, the glass anyway. Must have been that low brain blood supply. Fucking VA. Koda and I had a long day. I took him for a little walk, just back and forth, pass the motorhome. On the road behind it. The Village Idiots must had enough of their sociopathic needs fulfilled yesterday. Because we didn’t get a plane, gunshots, motorcycles or Honey-Pots.

Back to Thursday. Try and keep up guys. I’m the one, with the restricted blood flow to the brain. Koda and I chilled that morning. We watched a movie with animals, so he could ruff and watch with excitement. Mid-afternoon, we went into town to get some lunch. We were going to scout more camping sites that hot afternoon, in the air conditioned car. Koda loves car rides, and setting in his passage seat, in the motorhome. We get into Grand Junction, and are surrounded by Big Billy-Bob trucks again. They even follow us into the restaurant parking lot. We use the drive through, and as we pull out of it, we are cut off by a Big, Big, Billy-Bob truck (Pick-up). I get around and pull up to his window. It’s tinted so dark, you can’t see through it. I stopped, motioned for him to roll down his window. He reluctantly does and give me a smirk. I have to look up, because hes above the roof of my car. He’s a young 20 something, with a $70,000, pick-up truck. I look right at him and say “I just wanted to see if you were one of the Village Idiots”. That pissed him off. He blasted away, leaving me with a face full of exhaust. It was worth it.

Koda and I pulled over to a Sprout’s parking lot and ate our lunch. No one messed with us. Which I thought, was rather odd. After we ate, we pulled onto the main road, to do our scouting. Within a couple of minutes, we had a law enforcement car right on our ass. This guy was tailgating. This happens when I stand up for myself and Koda. Like Wednesday, in Rifle, Colorado. But, when Koda or I are harassed, blocked in my trucks, shots fired over the motorhome; they are no where to bee seen. Kinda like; when the KKK, ruled the south. You won’t read that in your history books, but its true…. I adjust my dash-cam, move over to the right lane. He slowly drives pass us, and onto the highway.

Koda and I make it back to our campsite search. We were checking on two more places, the woman at the BLM Office, gave us. The roads that she told us to take, were not on the tiny map she gave us. We passed some of the road numbers close to the numbers she gave us. The ones she gave us; stopped at or before BLM lands, and had no access. That’s 3 for 3, fuck me. I don’t know if you read one of the previous post. She was taking her time so called helping us, as an older couple (looked older than me)

brought in a teenage boy, to harass Koda. He had something clinched in his right hand, walking up to Koda, as he lay at my feet. Koda stood up and growled, while being in the office full of government employees. The older woman looks at the boy, and says “It’s OK, it’s OK”. Stalling, baiting, Gang Stalking at its best.

So much for our scouting, we went back to camp. I made a nice dinner. After, I started on this long winded writing spree.

Friday, we stayed at camp all day. I was feeling a bit weak. No boners this time, just fatigued. We both laid around, chilled, and I started typing again. Blood, I think, making it to my brain. I take Koda out, late afternoon, and a Perp Couple have set up, right behind us. The same place the Boob Flinging Mother of a Teenager, did last Friday night. They are setting facing the sun. It’s 100 degrees out, and they are facing the sun. They have a minivan, a tarp as an awning, Billy-Bob with his Perp Orange Tee Shirt. They had a tiny square trailer, but only large enough to sleep in. All they had to do was, turn their van in the other direction, to get out of the sun. They had plenty of room. But, it would have exposed their plate number. The guy gave us the stare down as Koda took a pee. We we don’t go into town, they come out here, to push our buttons. We went back in the motorhome, enjoyed the air conditioning. As they sat in the sun, watching our camp with a vengeance. Like good little Perps.

Last weekend, we had a woman camping right behind us with her teenage daughter. They 1st drove back and forth as I took Koda out to poo. I don’t know what kind of fetish these sick fucks have with Koda pooping? But, they love to harass him as he’s scrunching up to drop one. Anyway, once they did their poo skit, back and fourth, they left. After dark, they came back and set up camp right behind us. The next morning I took Koda for a short walk. The woman stood up as we walked pass, put her arms in the air, stretching her boobs out, in our direction. It wasn’t that impressive, rather repulsive. Knowing her teenage daughter was watching us, out of the screen door of their truck camper. Seriously, these sick fucks are teaching their kids how to bait, harass and be Bullies. Meanwhile; parents, watch their kids come home form school in tears, being bullied. Some kids, never make it home at all. This is the United States of America. Our children are taking active shooter classes in school. Some kids so bullied, with no help, turn to killing other children, as they get older. No one is going to give you those facts, though they are true. Like the mass shootings in the workplace, because of extreme Workplace Mobbing. The news media, won’t do the follow-up, and the full truth. It just silently goes away, being blamed as a disgruntled employee.

Saturday we get the early morning crop duster, buzzing us, just as we get out of bed. He’s back at it again, almost every day this week. I’d love to find that marijuana crop.

The sun-burnt Perps behind us left Saturday, as Koda was scrunched up for a morning poo. The guy, still in his orange shirt, giving us the stare-down, as he slowly drives by. Koda, let out a puffy fart, just in time. After they left, I took Koda for a short walk, back and forth behind the motorhome. I’ve been short winded, and don’t smoke. We stayed in, I played a little tug of rope with Koda and got back to typing. I took him out a couple time in the afternoon. Around 4:40 pm, the plane come back. I’m typing, Koda starts panting. When he want out to use the bathroom, he will nudge his leash, or bring his communication ball to the door. He’s panting, because something has him worked up. I asked if he wanted out, he lays in the hall panting. I know what’s coming; it happens over and over. I tell Koda, “we need to gather our half-wit gear”, as he stands at the door panting. Once we step out of the motorhome, some overly fat guy, shows up on a motorcycle. He’s decked out in white dirt bike gear and helmet; rides slowly, pass the back of our motorhome. He was hoping I had Koda off leash, so he would chase after him. Koda, looked at him like the idiot he was, I laughed, and took a couple of pictures. It’s the same skits, over and over. But, no one in our government, or law enforcemnt; actually gives a shit. Do they Mr Directors. Just like, when the KKK ruled the south.

It’s Sunday morning. We wake a little after 6:00 am. By 6:23 am, we get the plane fly over. I gather my Half-wit documentation devices, and Koda. We go out so he could take his morning pee. No motorcycles zoomed by. It’s Stupid People Sunday; where are they? Maybe they are at church; ya think? We go back in, Koda gets his morning chewy, and me coffee. Koda, hasn’t had much exercise in the last few days. I’ve been feeling fatigued, for the last year. I though it was a bought of Lupus fatigue, but now know better. I took him for a walk; back and forth, on the road just behind our motorhome. It’s close. As we stepped out of our motorhome; a high flying plane flies pass, on our west. 10 minutes later; the American Bully shows up. It’s the picture above. He’s rushing, to hide behind the hills to our left. Like our Agency Directors, in their offices. From there, he will start shooting high powered rifle rounds. Trying to intimidate us, so we go back inside. With these bottom feeders; its all about power and control. Koda and I continue walking back and forth. The American Bully, continues firing off rounds. I have my Half-wit documentation devices recording every moment. Koda, signals for us to head back to the motorhome. So, the Village Idiot puts off a barrage of rounds, just as we get to the motorhome. We go inside, document the half-wit show, go about our morning routine.

Koda, could have walked for miles, but he’s watching out for dad. He has been very clingy, for the last few months. He sleeps in the bed with me, and thinks he’s human. You can see a few pics in my photostream. I’ll wake, he’ll be laying stretched out beside me. Laying up against me with his back. His nose, tucked under my chin. I’ll roll over, he stands up, stands over my face; and starts smelling into my mouth. He’s trying to tell me something.

We took a nap around noon. Once we got up, I took Koda out to pee. As soon as we stepped out of the motorhome; the Village Idiot of Loma Colorado, starts shooting off rounds, just to our south. These are closer, and rapid fire. Those darn Half-wits. Again, as we start to go inside; another barrage of half-wit gunfire. The same exact events happened in Arizona, Wyoming, and now back again in Colorado. These are the American Bullies. They are hell bent on driving anyone from their communities; they feel not worthy. How are they any better than me, than you? They are protected by Law Enforcemnt, just like the KKK was. Like the Law Enforcement, that shows up when I stand up for myself. Like the Law Enforcement officer in Laramie Wyoming, the Sargent here in Grand Junction, the Department of Interior Law Enforcement Officers. I’m not saying all are bad, I have family in Law Enforcement. I’m talking about the Bullies that hide behind their badges. Their supervisors, that allow and encourage this type of behavior. They needed to be weeded out. They good ones need better training, better pay, better superiors.

The American Bully is running this country of ours. They are in our government agencies; like the FBI Branch Office in Fresno, California. They are in the Halls of our Nation. They are in our hospitals, workplace, schools, streets and neighborhoods. They are testing and using; Direct Energy Weapons on unsuspected United States Citizens. They are destroying the lives and future of our children.

Do I have all the answers; No. Violence, is not one of them. I do know, knowledge, truth and exposure; are powerful tools. Take a look, listen and read through my photostream. There, you will find the Truth. I am an American Patriot, I love this country. I hate what is happening to it.

I don’t want your sympathy, your money. I want you to know what is happening to this country or ours; behind closed doors. All photos, and content in my photostream, are free to download, print, copy and share. All I ask; is you try to share something with someone in need. Maybe to a local Veteran’s Organization. If you can’t that’s OK. Share the Truth.

Thanks for visiting our photostream.

Happy October, everybody! Not such an exciting month for me, things going on at work I'm not looking forward to, and an appointment at the Neurology Dept next week. The weather can be quite pleasant in October, so I'm hoping it won't get too cold too quickly!

Foxy was trotting alongside her pack earlier today, just like she does first thing every day. The snow crunched under her paws and her breathe trailed behind her as she zigzagged through our large habitat enclosure. Foxy was having a pleasant morning, until she wasn't.

We're not entirely sure what happened to Foxy. Was it neurological? Did something rupture? We just know that she was was going about her morning routine, before something stopped her in her tracks. We brought her inside and she just wanted to lay down, and we made sure she felt love.

Foxy crossed the rainbow bridge at the veterinary clinic shortly after.

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Solitude is a state of seclusion or isolation, i.e., lack of contact with people. It may stem from bad relationships, loss of loved ones, deliberate choice, infectious disease, mental disorders, neurological disorders or circumstances of employment or situation.

Charlie Boy on the right and Freddie on the left along with their mummy and three siblings on May 27th 2009.

This is one of three and the first photographs I took of my boys Charlie and Freddie together age just 5 days old.

Charlie Boy was put to sleep by a veterinary surgeon and reunited with his brother Freddie (who passed away in 2019) after a severe and unrecoverable neurological event after several months of gradual decline aged 15 and a half years old on December 19th 2024.

I have no idea what happened to mummy or the three other littermates.

Charlie's passing brings to an end the Charlie and Freddie era, their own life odyssey, their personal companionship and their flickr adventure.

Please take a look at Charlie and Freddie's album which pretty much encompasses their whole life story flic.kr/s/aHsjmfasHC

Charlie - May 22nd 2009- December 19th 2024 and Freddie never forgotton May 22nd 2009- August 20th 2019.

Charlie tribute video flic.kr/p/2qF6ahC

Freddie tribute video flic.kr/p/2hhxpsj

Rest in peace little fellas x.

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Photo: Stefano Perego.

Several neurological examinations said:

; )) Kisses are good for your healthy!!!

Kiss by Tom Jones

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What you see here; is a couple, blocking the bread I normally purchase. This was on 7-25-28, at 2:25 pm, at the Grand Junction, Colorado, Walmart. They were set up; before Koda and I, made the turn into the mile long bread section. They can be seen looking at us, as we turn, then stalling for several minutes. Directly in front of the bread I purchase. Blocking it completely. Maybe the guy thought I would be intimidated, by his size? Behind them, at the end of the aisle, was a Walmart employee, watching the whole skit. This is all captured on the Walmart, Grand Junction, Colorado, surveillance cameras. Can’t they, FBI Director Christopher Wray? This could be pretty much any Walmart, in the United States of America. Like the one in Laramie, Wyoming; depicted in my photostream.

They, along with many others; will set up in place. In front of items I purchase regularly. Like another woman on the same day. She had a small baby in her cart. She was attractive and nicely dressed. As Koda and I, approached the department I purchase a specific item in. She pushes her cart in front of that item, then walks away. Her cart had a small baby in it, wrapped in a baby carrier. She stepped away, then looks directly at us. This, again, was a conspired act. In hopes that I act out, and be persecuted for it. What are the chances that her child, will grow to be a bully in school, at work, or involved in Gang Stalking? We had another woman, using her teenage daughter, to get into Koda’s face, in hope he may act out. They followed us throughout the store.

Prior, to the above events; we were in the automotive section. A very well dressed, older woman; stood with her empty cart, in the oil section. She watched every move I made, and my oil selection. She was gathering information, for my next intentional blocking. She followed us throughout the store, then walked in front of our car, as we were leaving. Again, this is all captured on Walmart surveillance cameras. These cameras, many times, reviewed by our many Law Enforcement Agencies. So, why FBI Director Christopher Wray; don’t your Agents, do anything about Gang Stalking? They are fully aware of it, in the United States of America. They have been for decades!

We did come across a mother with two young children. One was in her cart, the other standing close to her, eating cheese squares. She said Mom, look at the dog. She was amazed at Koda, walking so calmly. We stopped, I very seldom do. I told the little girl “If you were to give him a piece of cheese, he will do tricks for you”. She smiled, but was afraid to approach Koda too closely. Koda sat patiently waiting a tasty cheese morsel. Her mother asked if it was OK. I said yes, but the little girl too shy, let her mother give it to him. Koda, was so gently taking it. He did several tricks for them, and the smiles were endless. We continued shopping, to be mobbed and harassed by others.

I’ve seen this over and over again, not the mother and two kids I just mentioned. Parents, willing to put their, and other children, possibly, in harms way, to harass my dog. This happened repeatably two years ago, in Grand Junction, CO. I called law enforcement, told the officer what was happening, showed him a couple of pictures. He said “next time this happens, take videos, and call me”. I did just that. After repeated phone calls and messages; he did not return any of my calls. These were people using young children, to harass Koda, right after I adopted him. American’s willing to put their children, in harms way, to harass a newly adopted, strange, dog.

Before we went to Walmart, we were at St Mary’s Hospital, in Grand Junction, Colorado. This like all hospitals; are supposed to be a place of help and healing. What we received was harassment and mobbing. Before we even entered the hospital, we were chased down by a guy with a weed-wacker. We walked towards the front side, of a patch of grass, so Koda could pee. As Koda, sniffs out a place to pee; the guy with a weed-wacker, comes rushing right at him. Koda, looked at him like the piece of shit that he is, and didn’t flinch or bark. I told Koda, as I do many times, “Koda, your working”. Me, on the other hand; walked up to the guy and asked “Is this how you harass a service dog, in Colorado”. He walked away quickly.

We walked into the main entrance of St Mary’s hospital, had a guy rush to crowd us, in the revolving door. Once we were in; there was a man playing a piano, in the main lobby. It was so loud, I couldn’t hear the woman, I asked for directions. She said something about the purple line. She had to repeat it several times. This tactic, is done to Targets, on a regular basis, They overwhelm you with noise, and talk over you; when you ask someone for help, or try to place a food order somewhere. In hopes, you are overwhelmed by the noise campaign, frustration, and won’t return. It didn’t faze me, Koda the Magnificent, and I, were on our way. We went to check into the clinic, but I was way early, and decided to go back to the main lobby. While I was driving, they called to schedule the appointment. It was at 1pm, but I scribbled down two number ones, making it look like 11. I get a lot of calls, while driving, or preoccupied by something.

The maniac, wasn’t smashing keys on the piano, anymore. I sat down, and Koda lay at my feet. There was a Security Guard standing in front of us. He and another guy, starts hugging each other. Perps, do this all the time; excessive, over-exaggerated, Public Displays of Affection. I mentioned before; these Perps have their tales, and they will throw it in your face. After the fake PDA, the other guy starts talking, almost yelling, pointing outstretched arm and finger, directly at Koda. He’s looking directly at Koda, while doing so. I said, “Sir, he’s a service dog”. The guy continues to point, talking extremely loud. He says to me, “I’ve raised more dogs than you’ll ever know”. He then starts doing a chicken dance. Flapping his arms. I looked to the Security Guard and asked, “are you going to allow this”. “This is a service dog”. He made excuses for the guy, and dismissed it. I asked if he knew the guy, he said he new his first name as Rod, didn’t know his last. They had pulled their skit, so the security guard walked away. They other guy was walking away too, but came back, pointing again. Again, It did faze Koda a bit. I nurse walked by, and I asked her; “is this the way you treat your patients”. She caught the tale end of it, as the Security Guard, just walked away from us. She said she would get a patient’s advocate, She did, the advocate spoke with me. I explained the situation, what had happens, as Koda lay at my feet. She said, she would gather more information, and call me back. She did, and told me the security guard, did tell her, he new the guy that was harassing Koda. The guard told me he didn’t really know him, just his first name.

Koda and I had enough of their bullshit. We had time to grab lunch, before our appointment. We walked about two blocks, to a Deli. As we waited for street lights across from the Deli. A woman came out from a child day care place. She stood in the small parking lot. She had something in her hand beside a phone. Then a car alarm went off, several feet from her. It continued, as the woman looked at us, in a stern manner. Once the light turn green, and we were able to cross, the car alarm stopped, and the woman went back inside. We get the car alarm treatment a lot. It’s another noise campaign, intended to onset anxiety in a Target. It didn’t faze Koda, we crossed, when the crosswalk audio began beeping.

We ordered our lunch, sat down and waited. There was no one ahead of us, but the stall began. The woman that took our order, clapping her hands for no apparent reason. She would walk behind the counter, throw her arms into the air, slap her palms to geather, and make a loud clap. It’s another Perp tale. They want you to know they are involved in Gang Stalking. She then brought out two big bags of ice, started slamming them on a counter, by the soda machine. She then, poured them into the top of the machine, as slow as possible. After that, she went back to clapping. A couple of people came in. A man that was eating when we came in, stood up, walked out of his way, to dispose of his trash. So he could stare Koda down, as he walked by.

We had our lunch and left. We just crossed the street, some guy was chasing us down with an electric cart thing. I’m supersized he didn’t have American flags, sticking out from the thing. I then heard a woman yelling, so I turned around. The woman that took our order at the deli, was yelling, asking if I left my credit card there. I knew I didn’t, I used a debit card. She asked if I was sure, I said yes. She wanted to stall me, as two young boys come racing at us on bicycles. The guy setting on the electric cart watching our response. These Perps, will do whatever it takes, to stall someone, until others show up to harass a Target. These same sequence of events, have been recorded and documented over and over. These conspired acts, have been repeated, from one state to another. It may change up a bit, but it’s always delaying a Target, so others can show up and get their licks in.

We made it back to the St Mary’s Hospital. We went to our clinic to check in. There was a woman in the clinic lobby, without a face mask. We get this often, in a required mask area. They want the Target to say something, to start a confrontation. I don’t bite, and the woman looked disappointed. The woman checking us in, wanted me to give her my social security and phone number out-loud. This was a small lobby, anyone in there could hear me giving personal information. Information, that can be used to steal your identity. The woman, even wanted me to repeat my social security number. Which was total bullshit. I told her, I shouldn’t be giving this information out-loud. They should have a form. She said they don’t, this is how they check people in. A lot of these acts, are designed to get a Target riled up, just before a blood pressure test. I just went with the flow, and got the ultrasound on my carotid arteries. The technician that did it, was decent, and enjoyed Koda. I told him, the only time Koda acted out, was when a doctor, had his finger up my ass, checking my prostate. I was kidding with him. This Hospital, has a 2 Star rating. I wonder why?

After our long morning of being baited, and hated; we headed back to camp. I spent the rest of the day, and night, trying to access, my medical records and MRI test. We vets, use MyHealthVet, to access this information online. I haven’t been able to access my MRI, and it was done on 5-27-22.

Here we are, and it’s Tuesday. I finally contact, tech support, with MyHealthVet. A woman named Monica, help me. I can’t give this woman enough praise. She spent over an hour with me. It wasn’t by catch, or browser. Someone had locked me out, my password was no longer valid, and I couldn’t reset it. She told me this happens often. I had the same thing happen, to my Flickr account. Monica, was finally able to remove my old password. This woman was extremely patient, kind and understanding.

I set a password and was able to download, and view my MRI results, and the images. They were worse, than I had anticipated. I could go into detail, but I’ll spare you. If you read my last post; you would have read the bullshit the Neurologist, with Barrows Neurological Institute, in Phoenix, puts me through.

I had my fist visit with him on 4-14-22. He said he reviewed my records, and if I was having vision problem in only one eye; it could not be a neurological problem. He, along with my VA primary care doctor, wanted to dismiss my physical problems, as migraine headaches. Even though, I told them I don’t have migraine headaches, I very seldom have mild headache. I asked for an MRI, on my brain.

He said there’s nothing in my records, warranting an MRI. I had to insist. They didn’t return my many calls to see if they received my MRI, for a video call on 7-18-22. On that call, he talks down to me again, telling me, it’s my responsibility, to insure they had it. When his staff, and Phoenix VA, Community Care person, didn’t return my calls for weeks. He still set up the video call, knowing they didn’t have it. Then on the call he tells me “anyone can read your MRI, to you”. But, they are holding off, releasing me to another physician, and Neurologist. Because, he wants to have another video call, go over my MRI (that he didn’t want done in the first place), so they can bill the VA, again. He is postponing, my care. Even though I told my physician, and the Community Team in Phoenix, the bullshit, they have pulled. I want to repeat this; my care is being delayed, so a man that didn’t want me to have an MRI, who’s staff doesn’t return my calls, so they can continue to bill the VA. This mans actions, and lack of, show; he could care less about my outcome, or receiving the Neurological care that I need. The nurse that has been corresponding with me, on my primary care team; has been a real dick too. They don’t want to release me to Grand Junction, either. When a patient is transferred to another VA facility, they lose their funding for that patient. Meanwhile, I’m denied the urgent care, I desperatly need.

Now, I’m setting up for a video call, with my Rheumatologist, in Phoenix. She’s one of the good ones. She puts all the bullshit aside, and looks out for her patients. I’m going on line, a black Cadillac, yes a Cadillac, parks about 100 meters behind us. Then, I hear a small drone flying around. I take a couple of pictures, from a window. They gather their things and slowly leave. I get cued to click onto the link. As soon as I do, gunshots, just to the left side of our motorhome.

I’m on the call now, my Rheumatologist able to access my MRI. She said, Rick, you need to see a Neurologist ASAP. I told her, I know. She was angered at the shit I’m going through, told me to keep a close eye on my blood pressure. Just as she did, a Jet dives, right over the top of our motorhome. It was probably, a National Guard Jet. They have a small base, in Grand Junction. Planes and jets, flight paths, are often diverted over a Targets whereabouts. It’s another conspired act, of overwhelming harassment. It also helps validitfy, the amoral actions of all the other minions. I will set up at a new boondocking site, in the middle of nowhere. Within a couple of days, there’s planes and jets, buzzing our motorhome. Colorado, Wyoming, Arizona; it doesn’t matter where I’m at. It’s not that I camp within flight patterns. The flight patters are changed, so aircraft can harass, surveil, and intimidate a Target.

Then, within minutes, the Village Idiots, start showing up. I have documented and recorded this, for many years.

We head back to St Mary’s Hospital, that afternoon. I had an appointment with a Vascular Surgeon. As we get close to the clinic within the hospital. One of the clinic staff is walking towards us, with her mask pulled down. As we get closer, she pulls it up. She left the clinic for her break, like the staff did in at the license branch, in a previous post. We walk into the clinic, no one at the window, so we set down in the unoccupied lobby. One of the women calls us back, said the other woman is gone, she will check check us in. She called us back to a crowded small hallway, so Koda and I could be mobbed. This creepy older couple walk right up to us, as we stood there at the counter. Then, there were a couple nurses, that had to get in on the action. The woman behind the counter, says she will get my information. As the older guy starts fake coughing, right in our face. He, and the woman, give Koda the stare down. She disappears, the guy steps to our other side. He continues to cough, as others work their way closer to us. This, all, in a very small hallway. The woman behind the counter said, “Oh, we already have your information. So, we just stood there. I finally had enough, and said, “if your done with this show, we will be in the lobby”. She quickly says, the nurse will take you back now.

The first thing the nurse did, was take my blood pressure. You can imagine, how high it is by now. We get this treatment all the time, at the VA. They do everything they can it elevate your blood pressure, so they can document it in your chart. But, when you try to address your valid medical problems, they dismiss them. Saying, if we don’t see it, we can’t put it in your records. The nurse took my vitals, and said the doctor will be in shortly.

The doctor knocked on the door, then entered, with two young women. He introduces them; one as a nurse in training, the other as his Physicians Assistant. Koda, laying at my left side. One of the women positioned to stare directly at him; as the doctor told me, one of my carotid arteries my be completely blocked. He said, we have had patients describe the gray curtain, in their eyes, like you have. He then says, there is no chance of a stroke. Which was bullshit. He may have had the two Honey Pots in there, in case, he has to collaborate a story. I have see this a lot, in questionable doctors. Like my Primary Care Doctor, in Phoenix. She and the Neurologist with Barrows, wanted to dismiss the extensive blood flow restrictions, as migraine headaches. Now, I’m seeing physical proof, that they are not. I’m falling on my face; because my brain is not getting the blood flow it needs, to produce the neurons, that signal for my left leg to lift, when I need it to. The doctor says he will, discuses the gray spot with the Ophthalmologist, and get back to me in 2-4 weeks. I have one artery completely blocked, blockage in another one, and he will get back to me in 2-4 weeks. I have addressed this with VA doctor, after doctor, for over two years. I’m told I’ll have to wait another 2-4 weeks, for a game plan. As brain tissue dies off, because of blood flow restrictions.

This is what happens to Americans, not gust veterans, that dare question, their medical care, or lack of. People go to a hospital for help and healing, and are harassed and dismissed. If you dare question these doctors, or medical facilities; your life will be a living hell. Like they did to my mother, in another Catholic Hospital. She truly feared the nurse treating her, after she took a bad fall in her 80s. My sister was there to witness, the rude and dismissive treatment. My mother pleaded with my sister, not to say anything. There are many great people in the medical field. Their dedication and sacrifices, are often overshadowed by the Bullies, that work along side them. Gaslighting and Workplace Mobbing, is off the charts in the medical field. Administrators, and what is labeled as leadership, allow it. Like many, many in the corporate world. Like our FBI Director.

The rest of the week, is filled with the same conspired acts of gaslighting, harassment and mobbing. We have the Village Idiots, walking around the back and sides of our motorhome, as we lay in bed at night. When I get up to pee in the middle of the night, they zoom pass the back of our motorhome. Like the Bully pictured in the white Tacoma, in the previous post. They will then stop and shine their lights, into our bedroom windows. I even had one shining their lights in to the bathroom, while I took a dump. I don’t know what kind of fetish, these sick fucks have with poop. Koda can’t take one outside; with out a plane and these idiots, showing up to watch, and harass him, as he scrunches up to drop one. It happened again this morning.

I spent the rest of the week making phone calls and emails to patient advocates and my primary care provider in Phoenix. They won’t transfer my care to Grand Junction. I was told by a dick in my primary care team; they will not release my care because the Neurologist that didn’t want me to have an MRI, scheduled a video call to read it. They won’t release my care to another Neurologist. I’m told, I need to coordinate with him, for a meeting on 8-18-22. I don’t know how I’m suppose to do this, when his staff won’t return my phone calls. Meanwhile, they bill the VA, for video calls. When, on the last one, he told me “anyone can read your MRI”.

Now were into Friday. I started writing this the day before. We’ve had the Village Idiots keeping us sleep deprived for three nights now. Zooming pass the back of the motorhome, walking around it, hitting the motorhome with something, as we lay in bed. They don’t want to be captured on camera, so they pick up the harassment and mobbing at night.

I took Koda for a short walk. A plane the keeps showing up as we step out, is overhead. It has a black underbelly, with white wings. I ignore it, and try to get Koda a little exercise. After, we went back in. I began my phone calls again. I called the Phoenix VA, to continue, trying to get my care transferred. I told everyone; I didn’t want to see the Neurologist from Hell again, or have anything to do with him. I told the young woman about the young patient advocate, that laughed at me, as I tried to explained what was going on. The supervisor that was trying to cover for the person in Community Care, that didn’t return my calls. They don’t seem to fucking get it. Veterans die every day; waiting for a phone call, or authorization for care. My close cousin did. He died in his mothers living room recliner. She was making him breakfast, called him into the kitchen. He didn’t come, she went into the living room, and found him dead, in her recliner. He was a Vietnam War Veteran, waiting for authorization, to receive VA care. Thiis is what happens, when Bullies, and Administrators, can pick and chose who receives care.

The woman I spoke with said she will forward this to the head supervisor, but she may not respond because its Friday. It was the 1st thing Friday. While I was on the phone with her; one of the Village Idiots is stopped behind our motorhome, harassing Koda, as he looked out the window. I stepped out with my camera, he spins off, throwing gravel and dust into the air. Here comes a plane again, buzzing directly overhead. I take a couple picks, go back inside.

I decided to call the White House VA Hotline. This was recommend to me by a Community Care Nurse, here in Grand Junction, trying to get me transferred. I spent an hour and 24 minutes speaking to a woman. I told her about the Neurologist dicking me around for months, and still wants too. I told her about being laughed at, by someone who was supposed to be my advocate. I told her about the Village Idiots shooting their high powered rifles over and in front of our motorhome. From Colorado, to Wyoming, to Arizona. I told her about the Village Idiots, keeping us up at night, and sleep deprived. I told her about me, being locked out of my medical and testing records. I told her, this is not a Biden Story, or a Trump Lie; these are facts. She didn’t seem at all surprised. She said she would start a case, it would take 2-4 weeks, for them to possibly get a resolution. Now, I have to wait another 2-4 weeks. How many veterans will die, waiting 2-4 weeks for a response? How may, Mr Denis Richard McDonough, VA Secretary? Meanwhile, Republicans block a bill, that would help fund the care of veterans dying from exposure to burn pits.

It’s not just the Republicans. Look at all the legislators that jumped on board, for the 880 billion dollar spending bill for defense. Or the 280 billion, to subsidies their buddies in the tech field, that will make billions from chip manufacturing. We have a former president that lied, pushed his lie, to start a 20 year war. Now, our legislators, won’t take care of the men and women that served in that war. How many of these legislators, have spouses, family, and corporate friends, making millions from these contracts. AS, they turn their backs on veterans once again. Right Joe! Have another televised meeting with your corporate friends, like you recently did. Like you did last year too. So, they can tell the American people, how great you are. Meanwhile, veterans are dying, awaiting care. Other veterans, and other United States Citizens, are being used as test subjects, for Direct Energy Weapons. Right, Mr. CIA, and FBI, directors.

It had been another taxing morning. It was mid afternoon, I was drained. I went to the bedroom, laid down to take a nap. Koda, lays at my feet. Withing 5 minutes, there was a jet, that dove right at, and over the top of, our motorhome. Not shortly, after my call, to the White House VA Hotline. Seriously people, this shit happens! The rest of the day was filled with noise campaigns, Village Idiots zooming pass, on a state highway. Every time we stepped out of the motorhome.

This is what happens to United States Citizens, that dare to speak out, about the vast corruption within our government, the defense and medical industry, and corporate America. This is what happens to Targeted Individuals, in the United States of America. It’s not a Biden, Bullshit Story, or a Trump Lie; these are facts. I don’t want your sympathy, your money. I want everyone to know the truth.

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Thanks for visiting our photstream. I have to go. Koda, is trying to protect me from the chipmunk, at our door. The poor guys has been a bit, stressed. He had to take a double poo, this morning; while planes and the Village Idiots, bombarded him with noise. Oh shit, here comes another National Guard Jet. I’m going to get some serious hate, from this post. My connection, just timed out.

Surprisingly, because the metals are such perfect expressions of archetypal energies, we can actually learn quite a bit about people by studying the properties of metals and the behavior of planets. That same correspondence exists in the human temperament. For instance, the leaden person is someone who has, like Saturn, lost their bid to become a star. They have accepted a mere physical existence and believe the created world is all that counts. The positive characteristics of the saturnine person are patience, responsibility, somberness, structure and realism, true knowledge of history and karma. The black messenger crows of Chronos bring black moods, depression and despair to us, but they also alert us to illusion and fakeness in our lives.

While we have already discussed the planetary archetypes, it is worth reminding ourselves at this point exactly how the alchemists looked on the relationship between the planet and its metal. They believed that the metals had the same “virtue” as the corresponding planet, that a single spirit infuses both the planet and the metal. In other words, the planet was a celestial manifestation and the metal a terrestrial manifestation of the same universal force. Therefore, the metals are the purest expression of the planetary energies in the mineral kingdom, which is the basis for material reality on earth. The next stage of evolution on our planet is the plant kingdom, and the alchemists assigned a metal and its corresponding planet to describe the characteristics of every known herb, flower, and plant. Similarly, on the next level in the evolution of matter in the animal kingdom, all creatures carry their own metallic or planetary signatures, which are expressed in their behavior. In human beings, the alchemists referred to the sum total of the cosmic signatures of the metals as a person’s “temperament.” Originally, that word referred to the metallurgical process of “tempering” or mixing different metals to produce certain characteristics in an alloy. Although the alchemists considered lead the lowest of the base metals, they treated it with a great deal of respect, as they did its corresponding planet Saturn. Lead was said to carry all the energy of its own transformation, and it was that hidden energy that the alchemists sought to free. To the alchemists, the ancient metal was a powerful “sleeping giant” with a dark and secret nature that encompassed both the beginning and end of the Great Work.

Lead is the heaviest of the seven metals; it is very tied to gravity, form, and manifested reality. It is also a very stubborn metal known for its durability and resistance to change. Lead products dating from 7000 BC are still intact, and lead water pipes installed by the Romans 1,500 years ago are still in use today. Alchemists depicted lead in their drawings as the god Saturn (a crippled old man with a sickle), Father Time, or a skeleton representing death itself. Any of these symbols in their manuscripts meant the alchemist was working with the metal lead in the laboratory or a leaden attitude in his accompanying meditation.Lead is a boundary of heaviness for matter. Metals of greater atomic weight are too heavy and disintegrate over time (by radioactive decay) to turn back into lead. So radioactive decay is really a Saturnic process that introduces a new characteristic in the metals – that of time. All the hyper-energetic metals beyond lead are trapped in time to inexorably return to lead. There is no natural process more unalterably exact than radioactive decay. Atomic clocks, the most precise timekeeping devices we have, are based on this leaden process. Geologists measure the age of radioactive rocks by how much lead they contain, and the age of the earth is estimated by taking lead isotope measurements. In many ways, lead carries the signature of Father Time.Native lead, which is lead metal found in a chemically uncombined state, is actually extremely rare. It is found in the earth's crust in a concentration of only about 13 parts per billion. Lead does not form crystals easily, and thus the pure mineral form is very rare and extremely valuable as rock specimens. Such elemental lead can also be found in very unusual “metamorphosed” limestone and marble formations that are equally rare.Surprisingly, lead is in the same group in the Periodic Table as gold, and when it occurs in nature, it is always found with gold and silver. In fact, the chemical symbol for lead (Pb) is from the Latin word plumbum, which means “liquid silver.” We derive our words “plumbing” and “plumb bob” from the use of lead in those applications. In the smelting of silver, lead plays an important role by forming a layer over the emerging molten silver and protecting it from combining with the air and splattering out. The volatile molten lead covering is gradually burnt away, until only the pure silver metal “peeks out” (in the smelter’s terminology) in a stabilized form. Thus, lead protects and even sacrifices itself for the nobler metals.The planet Saturn and its metal and the planet have the same symbol (L) in alchemy. The Hermetic interpretation is that the symbol is basically the cross of the elements that depicts the division between the Above and Below or spirit and matter. The lunar crescent of the soul is below the cross, representing the manifestation (or entrapment) of soul below in matter. Despite these associations with the noble metals, lead itself never makes it to such heights among the metals. The silvery luster of fresh cut lead quickly fades, as if it were “dying” before your eyes. Furthermore, alchemists considered lead to be “hydrophobic” or against the life nourishing archetype of water. Lead ores lack the slightest water content and tend to form machine-like structures.The most common ore of lead is galena, which also contains the noble metals silver and gold. Galena is lead sulfide, a favorite of rock collectors because of its distinctive cubic shapes, characteristic cleavage, and high density. In fact, the structure of galena is identical to that of natural table salt. The two minerals have exactly the same crystal shapes, symmetry and cleavage, although galena crystals are thousands of times larger. Some galena may contain up to 1% silver and often contains trace amounts of gold. The large volume of galena that is processed for lead produces enough silver as a by product to make galena the leading ore of silver as well Galena definitely has the signature of lead. Its color is silver gray with a bluish tint. The luster ranges from metallic to dull in the weathered faces, and the isometric crystals are opaque to light. The massive crystals of galena almost always take the form of a cube or octahedron, and the cleavage is perfect in four direction always forming cubes. Because of the perfect cleavage, fractures are rarely seen and the dark crystalline structure is nearly perfect.Lead is also found in other sulfuric minerals like calcite and dolomite, as well as lead oxidation minerals such as and anglesite and cerussite, which is found in the oxidation zone of lead deposits usually associated with galena. Some formations show cerussite crusts around a galena core as if the act of oxidation was frozen in time. Cerrussite is lead carbonate and also a favorite of rock hounds. Its very high luster is due mostly to the metallic lead content, and just as leaded crystal glass sparkles more brilliantly because of its lead content, so too does cerussite. Cerussite has one of the highest densities for a transparent mineral. It is over six and a half times as dense as water. Most rocks and minerals average only around three times the density of water. Cerussite is famous for its great sparkle and density, and its amazing twinned (or double) crystals. The mineral forms geometrically intricate structures and star shapes that simply amazing to behold – sometimes the twinned crystals form star shapes with six "rays" extending out from the star.When freed from its ores, lead metal has a bluish-white color and is very soft – capable of being scratched by a fingernail. With its dull metallic luster and high density, lead cannot easily be confused with any other metal. It is also malleable, ductile, and sectile – meaning it can be pounded into other shapes, stretched into a wire, and cut into slices. However, lead is a dark, sluggish, base metal. Of the seven metals, it is the slowest conductor of electricity and heat, the least lustrous or resonant. Its Saturnic signature of heaviness is expressed not only in its being the heaviest metal but also in its tendency to form inert and insoluble compounds. No other metal forms as many. Although it tarnishes upon exposure to air like silver, lead is extremely resistant to corrosion over time and seems to last forever. Lead pipes bearing the insignia of Roman emperors, used as drains from the baths, are still in service. The surface of lead is protected by a thin layer of lead oxide, and it does not react with water. The same process protects lead from the traditional “liquid fire” of the alchemists – sulfuric acid. In fact, lead bottles are still used to store the highly corrosive acid. Lead is so inalterable, that half of all the lead in the world today is simply recovered from scrap and formed directly into bullion for reuse.Lead is truly a destroyer of light. It is added to high-quality glassware (lead crystal) to absorb light reflections and make the glass clearer. Lead salts in glass are not changed by light but change light itself by absorbing it. Incoming light in lead crystal meets with high resistance, but once it is within the glass, light is immediately absorbed or dispersed without any reflected light escaping. Sheets of lead are also impermeable to all forms of light, even high energy X-rays and gamma rays, which makes lead the perfect shield against any form of radiation and is why it is used to transport and store radioactive materials.Lead is an extremely poor conductor of electricity and blocks all kinds of energy transmission. Indeed, one of the signatures of lead is its ability to “dampen” or absorb energy. Unlike other metals, when lead is struck, the vibrations are immediately absorbed and any tone is smothered in dullness. Lead is an effective sound proofing medium and tetraethyl lead is still used in some grades of gasoline as an antiknock compound to “quiet” the combustion of gasoline.Thin lead sheets are used extensively in the walls of high-rise buildings to block the transmission of sound, and thick pads of lead are used in the foundations to absorb the vibrations of street traffic and even minor earthquakes. Lead sheets are widely used in roofing to block solar rays, and lead foil is used to form lightproof enclosures in laboratory work. Ultimately, lead corresponds to the galactic Black Hole that absorbs all forms of radiation and light.Lead reacts with more chemicals than any other metal, however, instead of producing something new and useful, lead “kills” the combining substance by making it inert, insoluble and unable to enter into further chemical reactions. Its salts precipitate out of solutions heavily and copiously. Lead has the same effect in the plant kingdom. It accumulates in the roots and slows down the “breathing” process in plants. Young plants are adversely affected by even the smallest amount of lead in the soil.Lead is poisonous and accumulates over time in the bones of the human body, where it cannot be flushed out. It has also been found in high concentrations in gallstones and kidney stones. The old alchemical graphic for lead – a skeleton – was grotesquely appropriate. The symptoms of lead poisoning (known as “Saturnism”) are lack of energy, depression, blindness, dizziness, severe headaches at the back of the head, brain damage, attention deficit disorder, learning disabilities and mental retardation, antisocial behavior and anger, atrophy of muscular tissue and cramping, excess growth of connective tissue resulting in a rigid appearance, rapid aging, coma, and early death. Rats fed only 5 parts per million of lead had a lifespan 25% shorter than normal rats. Children are especially vulnerable to lead poisoning, and it is believed to be an important factor in stillborn fetuses. Children with more than just 0.3 parts per million of lead in their blood suffer a significant slowing of brain function and corresponding drop in IQ. Lead in paint has caused mental retardation and premature aging in hundreds of children who ingested old flaking paint from the walls of their homes. Lead paint was used extensively until the poisonous effects were documented in the 1960s. Because of its lasting durability, lead paint is still used outdoors in advertising and the yellow lines on highways and curbs. The subtly controlling aspect of those applications is another signature of lead and of “leaden” persons in general.Not surprisingly, lead has found use as an insecticide and was even once considered for use as a military weapon. Lead metal reacts violently with fluorine and chlorine to form the highly poisonous gases, lead fluoride and lead chloride. Lead is also used in all kinds of ammunition – another appropriate application of lead’s esoteric signature as Father Time and the Grim Reaper. There are many research studies linking lead exposure to anger and violence, especially in adolescents. One recent study of all counties in the United States conducted by Colorado State University revealed that the murder rate in counties with the highest lead levels were four times higher than in counties with the lowest levels of lead.More benevolent uses of lead are in storage batteries, covering for underground and transoceanic cables, waste plumbing, shielding around X-ray equipment and nuclear reactors, solder, pewter, fine lead crystal glass, and flint glass with a high refractive index for achromatic lenses.Even the elemental metal carries the seed of its own redemption. The alchemists knew that Fire is lord over lead, for the metal has a low melting point and is easily separated from its ore by roasting in an open flame, and the metal itself melts in a candle flame. Lead expands on heating and contracts on cooling more than any other solid heavy metal. (Silver is the opposite and is considered an antidote to lead.)Perhaps owing to its dual nature, lead carries deeply hidden within its structure the fire of its own transformation. Many lead salts reveal a whole rainbow of brilliant colors, with the solar colors of yellow, orange, and red predominating. This is why lead has been used in paints for so many centuries. Finely divided lead powder is pyrophoric (“fire containing”) and easily catches fire or erupts spontaneously in flames. When made into a fine powder, lead metal must be kept in a vacuum to keep from catching fire. Otherwise, it ignites and burns down to a bright yellow ash, revealing its deeply hidden solar signature. So, the wonder of lead is that hidden deep inside the gray, dead metal is a tiny, eternal spark that is the seed of its own resurrection. In the eyes of alchemists, this makes lead the most important metal despite its unattractive darkness. For dull lead and gleaming gold are really the same things, only at different stages of growth or maturity.The Secret Fire inside lead is really the alchemical basis for transforming lead into gold, and correspondingly, gives mankind hope for its own spiritual transformation. That tiny spark of light in the darkest part of matter makes resurrection part of the structure of the universe. So, deep down inside, the metal lead also yearns to be transformed. It wants to rise in the air and fly, leave matter and form behind, and be free as Fire. Lead unites two contrasting forces: rigid heaviness and revivifying inner fire. Archetypically, the lead process is concerned with death and resurrection. Greek myth says that after death our soul is put on a scale, and the weights of the scale are made from lead, the metal that carries Saturn's signature.Lead is used in magical rituals, spells, and amulets to promote contact with deep unconscious levels (the underworld), deep meditation, controlling negativity, breaking bad habits and addictions, protection, stability, grounding, solidity, perseverance, decisiveness, concentration, conservation, and material constructions (buildings). Pick up a hunk of lead and the first thing you notice is its weight – its connection to gravity. It is that connection to something beyond matter and light, the very form of the universe that is the physical basis for this experiment. During the winter months, preferably on some clear night in late January or early February, go outside and find the planet Saturn in the northern sky. Relax and try to focus all your attention on the golden sphere. Relax completely with an open and quiet mind. Become empty and let the planet influence you. Do this until you feel a real connection with the distant planet. Continue gazing upon Saturn and place a piece of lead metal in your hand. You should be able to feel a strange resonance building. That eerie, cold vibration is not your imagination. It is what alchemists refer to as the “call of lead.” You are experiencing the metal’s true signature or living correspondence with its planetary twin.The strange connection between lead and Saturn has been documented by modern scientists, who have shown that lead compounds react differently depending on Saturn’s position in the sky. For instance, solutions of lead nitrate produce the greatest weight of crystallization (or manifestation) during February, when Saturn rules the sky, and the least during June, when Saturn is barely visible. Lead compounds also exhibit different properties when Saturn aligns with other planets. For example, lead sulfate solution rises 60% higher on strips of filter paper during conjunctions of Saturn with Mars than at other times. It is also known that the ease of making lead solutions (the “solubility coefficient” of lead) varies with the position of Saturn relative to the other planets. NASA is even considering a series of astrochemical experiments to see if the Saturn-lead effects become more pronounced in outer space.Surprisingly, because the metals are such perfect expressions of archetypal energies, we can actually learn quite a bit about people by studying the properties of metals and the behavior of planets. That same correspondence exists in the human temperament. For instance, the leaden person is someone who has, like Saturn, lost their bid to become a star. They have accepted a mere physical existence and believe the created world is all that counts. The positive characteristics of the saturnine person are patience, responsibility, somberness, structure and realism, true knowledge of history and karma. The black messenger crows of Chronos bring black moods, depression and despair to us, but they also alert us to illusion and fakeness in our lives. Surprisingly, because the metals are such perfect expressions of archetypal energies, we can actually learn quite a bit about people by studying the properties of metals and the behavior of planets. That same correspondence exists in the human temperament. For instance, the leaden person is someone who has, like Saturn, lost their bid to become a star. They have accepted a mere physical existence and believe the created world is all that counts. The positive characteristics of the saturnine person are patience, responsibility, somberness, structure and realism, true knowledge of history and karma. The black messenger crows of Chronos bring black moods, depression and despair to us, but they also alert us to illusion and fakeness in our lives. Surprisingly, because the metals are such perfect expressions of archetypal energies, we can actually learn quite a bit about people by studying the properties of metals and the behavior of planets. That same correspondence exists in the human temperament. For instance, the leaden person is someone who has, like Saturn, lost their bid to become a star. They have accepted a mere physical existence and believe the created world is all that counts. The positive characteristics of the saturnine person are patience, responsibility, somberness, structure and realism, true knowledge of history and karma. The black messenger crows of Chronos bring black moods, depression and despair to us, but they also alert us to illusion and fakeness in our lives. Because the lusterless metal is so “dead” and resists interaction with other substances, it is used as containers for acids, like automobile batteries, and is used as a lining in pipes that carry corrosive substances. Similarly, the lead tempered person is like an acid-proof container that stores up caustic feelings and anger. Phrases like “acid tongued” and “vitriolic” have their origins in this alchemical process of storing negative emotional energy.On the psychological level, lead is symbolic of a person’s inertness and unwillingness to change. There is a denial of all higher or spiritual energies, and the alchemists often portrayed the leaden person as lying in an open grave or hopelessly chained to matter in some way. A feeling of being trapped in material reality is symptomatic of a leaden attitude. Leaden people are stubborn, unyielding, and often control other people by making them wait. They must always be right, rarely accept blame or admit to being in error, and have no real regard for the truth of a situation. They may be religious but not spiritual. They tend to be suspicious of genius and inspiration, which they will often attribute to fantasy, They feel threatened by freedom of thought and expression, and sometimes use ridicule or try to “push people’s buttons” to control it. They tend to be very uncreative, judgmental, and smug.On the other hand, leaden people are grounded, earthy, and practical. They are good friends during times of bereavement – a rock of support at funerals and deathbeds. Such people secretly crave stimulation, excitement, and new ideas. They gravitate to people who supply energy and entertainment in their lives. This craving for stimulation often makes them focus on nervous energy instead of higher inspiration. Therefore, Saturn’s children can be very reactive and excitable instead of lethargic, as they try to escape from their prison of matter.As soon as bright, fresh lead metal is exposed to air, it forms a dull-gray oxide layer called the “litharge” that resists any further chemical interaction. In alchemy, air is associated with spiritual energy, and lead reacts to it by instantly forming a barrier or blocking it. Likewise, one of the distinguishing characteristics of someone with a lead temperament is their lack of interest in spiritual ideas. There is also a general lack of interest in life in general, and leaden people often seem lazy, lethargic, or unresponsive.In the individual, lead absorbs the inner light or insight necessary for personal growth and blocks all outside “radiations,” such as attempts at spiritual instruction by others. Because psychological lead absorbs both the deeper vibrations of intuition and higher spiritual energies and aspirations, the person with a lead temperament is uninspired, unimaginative, and lacks that creative spark so necessary for positive change. Before long the lead person starts to feel trapped in his or her dull environment and seeks out excitement, death-defying feats, lively people, and challenging conversation. Their favorite color is often red, and unconsciously, they are seeking the alchemical element of Fire. Fire is one of the Four Elements that represents activity, energy, creative thinking, and transformation. Fire is the tool alchemists use to begin the transmutation of lead into gold as well as transform leaden consciousness into a golden awareness of higher reality. In the laboratory, the changes in the metal and in the alchemist take place simultaneously. Otherwise, there can be no real transformation. The alchemists transmuted the Lead temperament using the Fire operation of Calcination. Physically, lead and Saturn rule the bones, teeth, spleen, and slow chronic processes such as aging. The therapeutic effects are contracting, coagulating, drying, and mineralizing. Saturn-ruled plants enhance the structures of life. They give a sobriety of disposition, en-abling one to see limitations. These plants give steadiness, solidity of pur-pose, subtlety, diplomacy, patience, and an ability to work on the physical plane better.Saturnic or leaden energies are needed for those who have a hard time finishing pro-jects or for those with plenty of ideas but never realize them. Alchemists seeking to produce physical effects found in saturnine elixirs the essential vibratory rate that enabled materialization. Alchemists seeking to produce physical effects found in saturnine elixirs the essential vibratory rate that enabled materialization. Generally speaking, any other elixir mixed with a Saturn elixir will be earthed, which makes them of great value when working on physical plane phenomenon. Their physical therapeutic properties become refrigerant, anti-pyretic, sedative, styptic, and astringent.For instance, if one mixes a saturnine elixir with a mercurial one, the alchemists believed it would release knowledge contained in secret magical manuscripts or in ancient hermetic traditions, because the Saturn-Mercury vibration contains all hidden knowledge of an esoteric nature within it. Alchemical oils were mixed in the same way. For example, to treat leukemia, alchemists would prescribe an equal mixture of lead oil and gold oil. The alchemists made an Oil of Lead that was good for “growth of bones after breaking, strengthening the skeleton, osteoporosis and atrophy of the bones, stimulation of the spleen, drying tissue, reducing secretions and discharges, stopping bleeding, reducing fever, increasing patience, and stopping visions and an overactive imagination.” They also suggested it for hallucinations due to neurological disorders that have delirious after-effects such as encephalitis and post-traumatic stress syndrome. In the “like cures like” philosophy of homeopathy, lead is used to treat sclerosis, the hardening of bones and arteries, which is the hallmark of old age and signature of lead. The homeopathic name of lead is Plumbum metallicum. Native tin is known as stannum, which is the Latin word for tin and also gives the metal its chemical symbol (Sn). The alchemical symbol is K, which shows the lunar principle of soul above the cross of the elements or emerging from the darkness of matter.

Tin is a shiny, silvery-white metal that is malleable, somewhat ductile and sectile, and seems like a perfected form of lead to the casual observer. In fact, the Romans called tin Plumbum album or “white lead.” Tin resists weathering and does not oxidize, and tin utensils buried underground or lost at sea in sunken ships shone like new when rediscovered after hundreds of years. “Tinkers” were gypsy craftsmen who wandered from neighborhood to neighborhood in Europe repairing tin kettles and utensils or melting them down and recasting them. Native or elemental tin is extremely rare in nature and is found with gold and copper deposits. The metal was considered “semi-noble” in ancient times and was used for jewelry in Babylonia and Egypt. The Romans used it to make mirrors, and it was used as coinage in Europe at one time.

Tin has a highly crystalline structure, and due to the breaking of these crystals, a "cry" is heard when a tin bar is bent. Unlike lead, tin has pleasing acoustic effects and is used in the making of bells. The crystals in common grey tin have a cubic structure, but when heated or frozen it changes into white tin, which has a tetragonal structure. After further heating or freezing, white tin disintegrates into a powdery substance. This powder has the ability to “infect” other tin surfaces it comes in contact with by forming blisters that spread until all the metal “sickens” and disintegrates. This transformation is encouraged by impurities such as zinc and aluminum and can be prevented by adding small amounts of antimony or bismuth to the metal. The sickness of tin was called the “tin plague” and was the scourge of tin roofs during Europe’s frigid winters. The mysterious effect was first was first noticed as “growths” on organ pipes in European cathedrals, where it was thought to be the work of the devil to disfigure god’s work.Tin metal has only a few practical uses and most tin is used in alloys. Bronze is an alloy of 5% tin and 95% copper, and the development of bronze by humans marked a new age of advancement known as the Bronze Age. Most solder is a combination of tin and lead; pewter is also an alloy of tin and lead. Other tin alloys are used to make tin cans and tin roofs, and tin has significant use as a corrosion fighter in the protection of other metals. Tin resists distilled, sea and soft tap water, but is attacked by strong acids, alkalis, and acid salts. When heated in air, tin forms tin oxide, which is used to plate steel and make tin cans. Other uses are in type metal, fusible metal, Babbitt metal, and die casting alloys. Tin chloride is used as a reducing agent and mordant in calico printing. Tin salts sprayed onto glass are used to produce electrically conductive coatings, which are used for panel lighting and for frost-free windshields. Window glass is made by floating molten glass on molten tin to produce a flat surface. A crystalline tin-niobium alloy is superconductive at very low temperatures, and shoebox-sized electromagnets made of the wire produce magnetic fields comparable to conventional electromagnets weighing hundreds of tons.The distribution of tin on earth follows an ecliptic at an angle of 23.5 º to the equator that is an exact track of the orbit of Jupiter slicing through the planet. Even stranger, these jovian forces seem to form tin veins that zigzag through the rocks in a lightening bolt pattern. This is no haphazard effect, but an astonishing confirmation of Jupiter freeing the metals from their Saturnic prison on earth. Goethe was just one great alchemical philosopher who believed this. “A remarkable influence proceeds from the metal tin,” he wrote. “This has a differentiating influence, and opens a door through which a way is provided for different metals to be formed from primeval rocks.”Tin ore minerals include oxide minerals like cassiterite and a few sulfides such as franckerite. By far the most tin comes from cassiterite or tin oxide. Reduction of this ore in burning coal results in tin metal and was probably how tin was made by the ancients. Cassiterite is a black or reddish brown mineral that has ornately faceted specimens with a greasy, high luster. It is generally opaque, but its luster and multiple crystal faces cause a sparkling surface. Cassiterite has been an important ore of tin for thousands of years and is still the greatest source of tin today. Most aggregate specimens of cassiterite show crystal twins, with the typical twin bent at a near-60-degree angle to form a distinctive "Elbow Twin." Other crystalline forms include eight-sided prisms and four-sided pyramids. Cassiterite is sometimes found in nature associated with topaz and fluorite gemstones.Tin has a surprising affinity for silica and shares its crystalline structure. In the jovian ring on our planet where native tin is found, the metal lies in silica veins of quartz and granite. In the body, high concentrations of tin and silica are found in the boundary layer of the skin, and tin reacts with silica acid in many of the “shaping” processes of growth. In the Middle Ages, sick people were served food on a tin plate and drinks in a tin vessel to help them regenerate and recover their strength. Today, we know that tin acts as a bactericide and pesticide.Native tin is known as stannum, which is the Latin word for tin and also gives the metal its chemical symbol (Sn). The alchemical symbol is K, which shows the lunar principle of soul above the cross of the elements or emerging from the darkness of matter.

Tin is a shiny, silvery-white metal that is malleable, somewhat ductile and sectile, and seems like a perfected form of lead to the casual observer. In fact, the Romans called tin Plumbum album or “white lead.” Tin resists weathering and does not oxidize, and tin utensils buried underground or lost at sea in sunken ships shone like new when rediscovered after hundreds of years. “Tinkers” were gypsy craftsmen who wandered from neighborhood to neighborhood in Europe repairing tin kettles and utensils or melting them down and recasting them. Native or elemental tin is extremely rare in nature and is found with gold and copper deposits. The metal was considered “semi-noble” in ancient times and was used for jewelry in Babylonia and Egypt. The Romans used it to make mirrors, and it was used as coinage in Europe at one time.

Tin has a highly crystalline structure, and due to the breaking of these crystals, a "cry" is heard when a tin bar is bent. Unlike lead, tin has pleasing acoustic effects and is used in the making of bells. The crystals in common grey tin have a cubic structure, but when heated or frozen it changes into white tin, which has a tetragonal structure. After further heating or freezing, white tin disintegrates into a powdery substance. This powder has the ability to “infect” other tin surfaces it comes in contact with by forming blisters that spread until all the metal “sickens” and disintegrates. This transformation is encouraged by impurities such as zinc and aluminum and can be prevented by adding small amounts of antimony or bismuth to the metal. The sickness of tin was called the “tin plague” and was the scourge of tin roofs during Europe’s frigid winters. The mysterious effect was first was first noticed as “growths” on organ pipes in European cathedrals, where it was thought to be the work of the devil to disfigure god’s work.Tin metal has only a few practical uses and most tin is used in alloys. Bronze is an alloy of 5% tin and 95% copper, and the development of bronze by humans marked a new age of advancement known as the Bronze Age. Most solder is a combination of tin and lead; pewter is also an alloy of tin and lead. Other tin alloys are used to make tin cans and tin roofs, and tin has significant use as a corrosion fighter in the protection of other metals. Tin resists distilled, sea and soft tap water, but is attacked by strong acids, alkalis, and acid salts. When heated in air, tin forms tin oxide, which is used to plate steel and make tin cans. Other uses are in type metal, fusible metal, Babbitt metal, and die casting alloys. Tin chloride is used as a reducing agent and mordant in calico printing. Tin salts sprayed onto glass are used to produce electrically conductive coatings, which are used for panel lighting and for frost-free windshields. Window glass is made by floating molten glass on molten tin to produce a flat surface. A crystalline tin-niobium alloy is superconductive at very low temperatures, and shoebox-sized electromagnets made of the wire produce magnetic fields comparable to conventional electromagnets weighing hundreds of tons.The distribution of tin on earth follows an ecliptic at an angle of 23.5 º to the equator that is an exact track of the orbit of Jupiter slicing through the planet. Even stranger, these jovian forces seem to form tin veins that zigzag through the rocks in a lightening bolt pattern. This is no haphazard effect, but an astonishing confirmation of Jupiter freeing the metals from their Saturnic prison on earth. Goethe was just one great alchemical philosopher who believed this. “A remarkable influence proceeds from the metal tin,” he wrote. “This has a differentiating influence, and opens a door through which a way is provided for different metals to be formed from primeval rocks.”Tin ore minerals include oxide minerals like cassiterite and a few sulfides such as franckerite. By far the most tin comes from cassiterite or tin oxide. Reduction of this ore in burning coal results in tin metal and was probably how tin was made by the ancients. Cassiterite is a black or reddish brown mineral that has ornately faceted specimens with a greasy, high luster. It is generally opaque, but its luster and multiple crystal faces cause a sparkling surface. Cassiterite has been an important ore of tin for thousands of years and is still the greatest source of tin today. Most aggregate specimens of cassiterite show crystal twins, with the typical twin bent at a near-60-degree angle to form a distinctive "Elbow Twin." Other crystalline forms include eight-sided prisms and four-sided pyramids. Cassiterite is sometimes found in nature associated with topaz and fluorite gemstones.Tin has a surprising affinity for silica and shares its crystalline structure. In the jovian ring on our planet where native tin is found, the metal lies in silica veins of quartz and granite. In the body, high concentrations of tin and silica are found in the boundary layer of the skin, and tin reacts with silica acid in many of the “shaping” processes of growth. In the Middle Ages, sick people were served food on a tin plate and drinks in a tin vessel to help them regenerate and recover their strength. Today, we know that tin acts as a bactericide and pesticide.

Flowers last longer in tin vases, and food has been preserved in the tin cans (actually a thin layer of tin on iron) for over a century. Beer (ruled by the jovial Jupiter) is said to taste best from a tin mug. Jupiter rules growth, the metabolic system, the liver, and the enrichment of the blood from food. Jupiter therapeutic effects are anti-spasmodic and hepatic. Jupiter-ruled plants preserve the body and promote healthy growth and are the natural healing herbs of the planetary system. They af-fect the mind in such a way as to promote an understanding of ritual form from the highest point of view, and religious leaders, doctors, lawyers, etc. will find great benefit from jovian herb remedies. They also attune one to the wealth vibration and open up channels for growth and expansion, materi-ally as well as spiritually.Jupiter controls the circulation of blood in the human body. If mixed with a solar herbal eider, it will give the alchemist access to the highest plane. Jupiter-Mercury combinations produce insight into the philosophical principles of any system and their part in the cosmic scheme and provide an intuitive understanding of the great spiritual masters. This particular herbal mixture also produces a lightheartedness and gaiety, which can be very useful to those with a predisposition to depression or gloominess. The physical properties of such a mixture are anabolic and antispasmodic.The alchemists made an Oil of Tin that was used to treat the liver (jaundice, hepatitis, cirrhosis), certain types of eczema, liquid ovarian cysts, inflammatory effusions, pleurisies, acne, water retention, and certain types of obesity. This oil was said to be excellent for someone "loosing shape." The oil was also used as a sweat inducer, wormer, antispasmodic, cathartic, and laxative.The polar (opposite) metal to tin is mercury, and Oil of Tin was said to be an excellent antidote for mercury poisoning, and likewise mercury was said to balance the bad effects of tin. Tin and mercury oil combined are said to provide deep insight and cure lightheadedness and certain phases of manic-depressive syndrome.The homeopathic form of tin is called Stannum, a remedy which is said to strengthen and regenerate muscle and brain tissue. It is also a remedy for the joints and connective tissue of ligaments and cartilage. Stannum is allegedly beneficial in liver disease and is used for congestion, hardening, encephalitis, and other illnesses where the fluid balance is upset.During the early Spring, preferably sometime in March, go outside and find the red planet Mars in the night sky. Relax and try to focus all your attention on the tiny red sphere. Relax completely with an open and quiet mind. Become empty and let the planet influence you. Do this until you feel a real connection with the distant planet. Continue gazing upon Mars and place a piece of iron in your hand or a small cast iron pot or other object but not something of made of steel or chromed. You should be able to feel a resonance building. It is what alchemists refer to as the “call of iron.” You are experiencing the metal’s true signature or living correspondence with its planetary twin. See how your feelings compare to how the alchemists felt about this powerful metal.When mixed with solar herbs, iron herbs increase energy and activate the energetic potentials of other herbs. Martian elixirs release the action poten-tial of the soul of something. When mixed with other herbs, martian herbs acti-vate the potentialities of the other herbs to a great degree making them more forceful in applica-tion and generally more active. Mars herbs are wonderful tonics when mixed with Sun herbs. The combination gives great physical energy, tones the muscles, and increases sexual potency. They also provoke self-reliance, spontaneity, and indepen-dence of attitude. If the alchemist is involved in magical evocation, a mixture of a mars, moon, and mercurial elixirs will help produce the physical plane vehicle of manifestation.Copper is a reddish-brown metal with a bright metallic luster. It is in the same group in the Periodic Table as gold, and like gold, it is remarkably ductile. It is also very malleable and sectile (it can be pounded into other shapes and cut into slices) and is an excellent conductor of heat and electricity. Molten copper is a sea green color, and copper tarnishes with a green color and burns with a blue-green flame with flashes of red, and the alchemists sometimes described Venus, the metal’s archetypal planetary source, as dressed in a blue cloak over a red gown.Pick up a piece of copper and the first thing you notice is its surprising feeling of warmth and moisture. It is that connection to something archetypal and nourishing that makes up the signature of this metal. It is easy to connect with copper, just as its planet (Venus) is easy to see in the sky. It is so brilliant it is often mistaken for a bright star or even a UFO. The best time to see it is in the early evening or morning when it is close to the horizon. In fact, Venus has been called both the “Morning Star” and the “Evening Star” and is associated with magical energies. It is the “first star I see tonight” upon you make you wish that will come true with the sympathetic venusian energies. On some clear night or morning, go outside and find the planet Venus. Relax and try to focus all your attention on the brilliant white sphere. Relax completely with an open and quiet mind. Become empty and let the planet influence you. Do this until you feel a real connection with the distant planet. Continue gazing upon the planet and grab a piece of copper, a fistful of pennies, or even a copper cooking utensil. You should be able to feel a warm resonance building. That deep and soothing vibration is not your imagination. It is what alchemists refer to as the “call of copper.” You are experiencing the metal’s true signature or living correspondence with its planetary twin.The venusian signature gives refinement of senses and the ability to appreciate beauty. Artists, actors, and others in the public eye will find these elixirs a great aid to performing their work. Venus herbs also enhance the taste perceptions, promote affection, give an amiable disposition, and make one more psychically sensitive to astral influences. For those who feel a lack of charm, or some of the softer human qualities, a venusian elixir will stimulate the right vibration in your aura. Venusian elixirs also promote harmony and balance within our being and in our dealings with others. Venusian elixirs are said to give access to that realm of the astral that is intimately connected with the working and forces of the most intimate magic of nature. They are a great aid to alchemists who wish to make herbal alchemy their life work, as they open up the human consciousness to the secrets of the plant kingdom. Naturalists will find these elixirs most illuminating, as they will give conscious con-tact with the various “deities” of long past nature religions.Mercury is truly unique. It is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature and the heaviest natural liquid on the planet. According to alchemical theory, all the metals began in the liquid state on deep in the earth, but only mercury was able to retain it original innocence and life force and resist taking on a final form, and for that reason, the ancients called it Mercurius vivens (the “living mercury”). This silvery liquid metal (also known as “Quicksilver”) was known to ancient Chinese and Hindus before 2000 BC and has been found in sacred tubes in Egyptian tombs dated from 1500 BC. It was first used to form alloys with other metals around 500 BC. The Greeks applied germ-killing ability of mercury in healing ointments (to the benefit of those afflicted with wounds and skin infections), and in the Middle Ages, Paracelsus used it successfully to treat syphilis. However, the ancient Romans applied mercury compounds for long-term use in cosmetics, and many beautiful women eventually died of its cumulative poisonous effects. Today, many popular brands of eye makeup still contain low levels of mercury.In the East, metallic mercury was the main ingredient in most Tantric medicinal preparations. In his travels through India, Marco Polo observed that many people drank a concoction of mercury and sulfur twice monthly from early childhood with no observable ill effects. They believed the drink gave them longevity. Tantric alchemists in India still take metallic mercury in place of food as an elixir of life, although they caution that the body must be perfectly attuned and strengthened to tolerate the intense cosmic infusion of life force. In Indian alchemy, mercury is called rasa, which refers to the subtle essence that is the origin of all forms of matter. The cosmic chaos from which the universe sprang is called the Rasasara or “Sea of Mercury.” The craft of alchemy is referred to as Rasayana or “Knowledge of Mercury.” Go outside on the night of the full moon and gaze up at the silver orb. Relax and try to focus all your attention on the surface of the moon. Relax completely with an open and quiet mind. Become empty and let our closest planetary body influence you. Do this until you feel a real connection. Now, pick up piece of silver jewelry or dinnerware, and hold it in your left hand until it gets warm. You should be able to feel a liquid-like sensation of cool metallic energy. This is what alchemists refer to as the “call of silver.” You are experiencing the metal’s true signature or living correspondence with the moon itself. Try to remember how this feels in your body. Has the taste in your mouth changed? Has your eyesight altered? How does your skin feel.The alchemists prepared an Oil of Silver they used to treat disorders of the brain and cerebellum, reduce stress, balance emotions, improve memory, treat nervous disorders and epilepsy, improve both melancholia and mania. It was also used as a physical purgative and mental purifier. It was said to affect the subconscious mind, see into the past clearly, remove fears and blockages, allow one to unwind, produce “homey” feelings, give a feeling of grace and sensitivity, and enhanced imagination.Using elaborate mixing and heating techniques, Egyptian alchemists tried making gold by changing the proportions of the Four Elements in the base metals or by attempting to speed up natural growth of lesser metals into gold. Around 100 AD, Egyptian alchemist Maria Prophetissa used mercury and sulfur to try to make gold. Around 300 AD, the alchemist Zosimos, whose recipes often came to him in dreams, was working to transmute copper. “The soul of copper,” he wrote must be purified until it receives the sheen of gold and turns into the royal metal of the Sun." A technique known as "diplosis" (“doubling”) of gold became popular. One such recipe called for heating a mixture of two parts gold with one part each of silver and copper. After appropriate alchemical charging that brought the seed of gold alive, twice as much of a gold as originally added was produced. Egyptian alchemists believed that the gold acted as a seed in metals, especially copper and silver. According to their view, the seed of gold grew, eating the copper and silver as food, until the whole mixture was transformed into pure gold.Gold is a stubbornly pure metal when it comes to reacting or even associating with “lesser” elements. That signature explains a lot of the chemical characteristics of gold. Unlike nearly every other metal, there are no plants that contain even trace amounts of metallic gold. There are very few gold ores, because the noblest metal never alloys with the baser metals, but does alloy with the noble metal silver and makes an amalgam with mercury.Gold is extremely ductile, malleable, and sectile, and so soft it can be cut with a knife, which makes gold impractical to use for tools. It is also very heavy. A gold bar is twice as heavy as an equal-sized bar of lead. Furthermore, gold embodies an inner equilibrium of forces that make it pretty much indestructible. Gold never tarnishes like copper or silver or rust like iron and, whether found buried in the ground, at the bottom of the ocean, in an ancient tomb, or in the ring on your finger, it always looks the same. It cannot be damaged by heat and was considered completely inalterable until around 1100 AD, when alchemists concocted a mixture of nitric and hydrochloric acids known as Agua Regia (“Royal Water”) that could dissolve gold. The immortal metal is endlessly recycled, and all the gold known today is very nearly equal to all the gold that has ever been mined. One ounce of gold can be stretched into a single wire 35 miles long, or it can be beaten to just a few atoms thick. It is the most flexible, enduring, and beautiful of all metals.

Gold shows a distinct affinity for sulfur and forms an ore with a rare element called tellurium. It is one of the few elements gold easily bonds with. In fact, telluride is rarely found without gold. Gold also appears in minerals that are part of a group of tellurium sulfides called the tellurides. However, the amount of gold in these minerals is really miniscule next to the amount of gold found in its native metallic state. Native gold seems to like the company of the purest white quartz and is also found mixed with deposits of pyrite and a few other sulfide minerals. Gold is six times rarer than silver, and it takes about three tons of gold ore to extract an ounce of gold metal.Around the world, nearly every culture associated their supreme god or goddess with gold. For many centuries only the images of gods graced gold coins, until Alexander the Great began the trend of rulers’ images appearing on gold coins around 30 BC. Even the most primitive societies recognize the sacred properties of gold. For example, the Makuna tribes of modern Brazil believe that gold contains “the light of the sun and stars." The chemical symbol for gold (Au) comes from the Latin word aurum meaning "gold.” The alchemical cipher for gold is a rendition of the sun (A), and gold was considered a kind of congealed light. Sol is the King of alchemy, and his royal purple-red color is revealed in gold colloidal solutions, and red is his symbolic color. Sol Philosophorum was the name the alchemists gave to this living spirit of gold, which they saw as the refined essence of heat and fire. Gold was known and considered sacred from earliest times. Gold became popular because it reminded people of the sun with its warm, life-giving properties. Because of its imperishability, the ancient Chinese thought that gold conveyed immortality to its owners. Egyptian inscriptions dating back to 2600 BC describe these same associations with gold. Gold replaced bartering around 3500 BC when the people of Mesopotamia started using it as a kind of money because of it eternal value. By 2800 BC, gold was being fashioned into standardized weights in the form of rings. People started carried black stones called “touchstones” onto which they scraped a piece of gold to leave a streak. Depending on the brightness of the streak, one could estimate how much gold was in the sample. Around 1500 BC, Mesopotamian alchemists discovered a process for purifying gold known as "cuppellation," which involved heating impure gold in a porcelain cup called a “cuppel.” Impurities were absorbed by the porcelain, leaving a button of pure gold behind. Later alchemists used cuppels to test the quality of their transmutations.Using elaborate mixing and heating techniques, Egyptian alchemists tried making gold by changing the proportions of the Four Elements in the base metals or by attempting to speed up natural growth of lesser metals into gold. Around 100 AD, Egyptian alchemist Maria Prophetissa used mercury and sulfur to try to make gold. Around 300 AD, the alchemist Zosimos, whose recipes often came to him in dreams, was working to transmute copper. “The soul of copper,” he wrote must be purified until it receives the sheen of gold and turns into the royal metal of the Sun." A technique known as "diplosis" (“doubling”) of gold became popular. One such recipe called for heating a mixture of two parts gold with one part each of silver and copper. After appropriate alchemical charging that brought the seed of gold alive, twice as much of a gold as originally added was produced. Egyptian alchemists believed that the gold acted as a seed in metals, especially copper and silver. According to their view, the seed of gold grew, eating the copper and silver as food, until the whole mixture was transformed into pure gold.According to the medieval alchemists, Nature sought continually to create the perfection achieved in gold, and they looked at every metal as gold in the making. Alchemists also thought that the objective of every metal was to become gold, and every metal was tested for corrosion and strength and ranked as to how far it was from gold. Many alchemists felt that mercury was the closest metal to gold and that it could be transmuted directly into gold. Their intuition was correct, for mercury can indeed be turned into gold. Gold and mercury are next to each other on the Periodic Table. Mercury is element 80 (has 80 protons) and gold is element 79 (has 79 protons). In the 1960s, physicists were able to knock out a proton in mercury atoms using neutron particle accelerators, and thereby create minute quantities of gold.Gold is at the head of the metals, paired with what in the medieval mind was the strongest planet, the Sun. The alchemists were obsessed with gold’s signature of perfection. Medieval Italian alchemist Bernard Trevisan speculated, "Is not gold merely the Sun’s beams condensed into a solid yellow?" Seventeenth-century alchemist John French asked fervently: “Is there no sperm in gold? Is it not possible to exalt it for multiplication? Is there no universal spirit in the world? Is it not possible to find that collected in One Thing which is dispersed in all things? What is that which makes gold incorruptible? What induced the philosophers to examine gold for the matter of their medicine? Was not all gold once living? Is there none of this living gold, the matter of philosophers, to be had anymore?”Gold is highly valued in the everyday world too. It is used as coinage and is a standard for monetary systems in many countries. It is used to make jewelry and artwork, and also in dentistry, electronics, and plating. Since it is an excellent reflector of infrared energy (such as emerges from the sun), the metal is used to coat space satellites and interstellar probes. Chlorauric acid is used in photography for toning the silver image. It is also used in medicine to treat degenerative diseases such as arthritis and cancer.Chemist Lilly Kolisko performed experiments with gold chloride and showed its chemical behavior coincided with events that altered the strength of the sun, such as the weakening in solar forces during solar eclipses or their increase during the summer solstice. Moreover, she found that both silver and gold salts seemed to be equally influenced by the sun. In the case of silver, it was the forms or patterns that changed, whereas in the gold, it was the colors that changed. Silver shapes moved from jagged spikes to smooth rolling forms but the colors remained hues of grey, while the basic shape of gold patterns remained the same but the colors changed from brilliant yellows through violet to reddish-purple hues. This work presents an amazing confirmation of how the King and Queen, Sol and Luna, work together in creation, with the female principle representing soul and form and the male principle representing spirit and energy. Kolisko’s innovative work with the metals is presented in the Appendix. Her work has been duplicated by dozens of other chemists and has been confirmed many times.The signatures of gold are invoked in rituals, magical spells, and talismans concerning solar deities, the male force, authority, self-confidence, creativity, financial riches, investments, fortune, hope, health, and worldly and magical power. Gold talismans can be very expensive, but you can make one of gold colored cardboard or write the symbols on it with gold paint or plate an object with gold. Gold jewelry is said to improve self-confidence and inner strength. To charge water with the signature of gold, put a gold object in a glass of water and let sit in the sunlight for 6-10 hours.During sunrise or sunset, face the sun and try to feel it archetypal presence. If not too bright, gaze into the rising or setting sun and try to see the metallic solar disk of which the Egyptian alchemists spoke. Relax and try to focus all your attention on the golden sphere. Relax completely with an open and quiet mind. Become empty and let the presence at the center of our solar system influence you. Do this until you feel a real connection with the distant sun. Continue facing the sun as you pick up a piece of gold jewelry or a vial of pure gold flakes (such as sold in some novelty shops) into your right palm. You should be able to feel a electric warmth building. That eerie, warm vibration is not your imagination. It is what alchemists refer to as the “call of gold” – the resonation of the metal with its “planet.” You are experiencing the metal’s true signature or living correspondence, and for gold, this is the most perfect expression of all materials. If you can connect with this archetype, you will realize that it a very personal as well as divine presence. As Above, so Below. This is perfection on all levels of your mind, body, and soul resonating with the perfection inherent in the Whole Universe.For those with weaker wills or loss of contact with the divine presence, gold represents a psychological cure. The solar essences gives great ambition, courage, self-re-liance, dignity, authority, and the ability to manage oneself and others. The creative principle, no matter how small and insignificant it is within us can be enhanced to a great degree by tapping into the solar archetype. Just as the Sun represents the di-vine creative force in our immediate solar system, gold represents the same thing in our inner temperament. For lasting manifestation, the golden temperament needs to be firmly grounded in the world, and the danger at this phase of transformation is that the individual become too focused on the workings Above and forget his or her connection to the real world. Gold and the blazing Sun correspond to personal ambition, courage, and creative energy and vitality, but without a constant effort to remain pure and alive in the real world, the golden temperament can quickly transmute into the leaden qualities of despair, poor self esteem, lack of confidence, and impurity. Most important for the golden temperament, however, is to realize that once having reached this plateau, one has certain personal and karmic obligations. The golden attitude of this temperament is what brings the rewards of health, wealth, and happiness through synchonistic responses from the universe. Go against these archetypal powers at this level of achievement and even the slightest deviation from the golden path of righteousness and personal integrity can have disastrous and immediate consequences. The alchemists transmuted the Gold temperament using the operation of Coagulation.Chrysotherapy is the name given to healing with gold. The mystical metal has been used for both spiritual and medical purposes as far back as ancient Egypt. Over 5,000 years ago, the Egyptians used gold in dentistry and ingested it for mental, bodily, and spiritual purification. The ancients believed that gold in the body worked by stimulating the life force and raising the level of vibration on all levels. In Alexandria, alchemists developed a powerful elixir known as “liquid gold,” which reportedly had the ability to restore youth and perfect health. In ancient Rome, gold salves were used for the treatment of skin ulcers, and today, gold leaf plays an important role in the treatment of chronic skin ulcers. The great alchemist and founder of modern medicine, Paracelsus, developed many highly successful medicines from metallic minerals including gold. In medieval Europe, gold-coated pills and “gold waters” were extremely popular. Alchemists mixed powdered gold into drinks to "comfort sore limbs," and today, it is widely used in the treatment of rheumatoid arthritis. In the 1900s, surgeons implanted a $5.00 gold piece under the skin near an inflamed joint, such as a knee or elbow. In China, peasants still cook their rice with a gold coin in order to help replenish gold in their bodies, and fancy Chinese restaurants put 24-karat gold-leaf in their food preparations.The alchemists believed that gold represented the perfection of matter, and that its presence in the body would enliven, rejuvenate, and cure a multitude of “dis-eases.” Gold is never corrodes or even tarnishes, is completely non-toxic, and exhibits no interactions with other drugs. Gold is the only heavy metal that has a right-hand atomic spin and is therefore easily tolerated by the body.The alchemists believed that gold represented the perfection of matter, and that its presence in the body would enliven, rejuvenate, and cure a multitude of “dis-eases.” Gold is never corrodes or even tarnishes, is completely non-toxic, and exhibits no interactions with other drugs. Gold is the only heavy metal that has a right-hand atomic spin and is therefore easily tolerated by the body.Sun-ruled plants affect the soul in its positive phase of manifestation, which manifests on the personal level as our idea of ourselves as a progressive unified entity. Solar herbs help us realize our evolutionary epoch as an individual among many other individuals, helping to synthesize and synchronize our goals with those of the macrocosm. In this sense they are ego fortifiers, but with a divine purpose.Solar herbs heal inferiority complexes, bolstering people and giving them a sense of purpose beyond the norm. The Sun represents the Christ and Osiris consciousness in man, as well as Hercules in his monumental strength. For those with weaker wills, Sun ruled herbs will provide the springboard for more posi-tive action; they also bestow the quality of generosity to our souls. Solar plants, when alchemically charged, will reveal the divine purpose of our solar system, and will let you be-come aware of the will of God in manifestation. Solar essences give great ambition.

www.azothalchemy.org/metals.htm

That oak tree at the Thomas Center, Gainesville, Florida. 1948 Ansco Shur Shot Jr box camera on Kodak Tri-X film. I'm always amazed at how well this camera does. It is so minimal.

The Tri-X 400 film is too fast for this camera. This is first time I've tried stand development - Ilfosol DD-X 1+9 for 45 minutes. I think the contrast boost from the stand development worked for this frame.

I learned several months ago that I have a neurological condition called synesthesia. When I look at letters, or numbers, or hear/read words, I see certain colors inside my head. These colors are always the same for its co-responding letter/number; A is always a rusty red, and 4 is always dark grayish-purple.

I also have spatial-sequence synesthesia, which means that I see periods of time (such as the months of the year) in a three-dimensional space around me, with the winter months behind and summer directly ahead. Pain also registers as color, which is actually rather helpful: When I get migraines, I can tell by the color what has caused them and how much medication to take for it.

I see colors for days of the week, musical instruments, everyday sounds, musical tones, and even some smells (like bonfire smoke and gasoline).

I suck at math, though, cuz the colors make me confuse large numbers. 12134 has the same colors as 14321, only in a different sequence, which, when first 'seen' looks almost exactly the same.

Synesthesia is caused by a 'malfuncion' in the wiring of the brain's senses. It doesn't disable me in any way, though does occasionally cause migraine headaches from sensory overload.

The above painting (done in acrylic on particle board) is what I 'see' when listening to Snow by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

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Rashid Ali, 35, is speaking on his mobile phone while hugging his son Rahil Ali, 7, a boy suffering from a severe neurological disorder, in their home in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India, near the abandoned Union Carbide (now DOW Chemical) industrial complex, site of the infamous 1984 gas tragedy. The poisonous cloud that enveloped Bhopal left everlasting consequences that today continue to consume people's lives. Rahil lives with his father and his mute and deaf grandmother, Bano Bi Ali, 70, in a small, single room his father rents inside a larger house. Rahil's mother left the family three years ago, his father says, because of the hardship and stigma associated to birth defects in India. She took with her Rahil's two siblings, a sister now aged 6 and a brother aged 3, and remarried. In the past, Rashid and his now ex-wife had no choice but to feed the family on contaminated water for a period about six years, in which all three children were born. But while his siblings appear to be healthy to this day, Rahil was diagnosed with torch infection and Lissencephaly after a CT scan was made of his brain soon after his birth. The latter disorder is incurable, and children in similar conditions to Rahil's have a average life expectancy of less than ten years.

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Carte de visite by Carl Caspar Giers of Nashville, Tenn. This portrait of two U.S. Army assistant surgeons in Union-occupied Nashville opens a window into the emerging field of neurology—the study of nervous disorders we know today as post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.

Both recent college graduates, their shared history traces back to medical school in Philadelphia, the same date of promotion in U.S. Army, and their assignment to military hospitals in Nashville, where they were exposed to difficult cases of battlefield wounds and disease.

For the taller officer standing on the left, Washington Benson Trull, his deployment marked the beginning of a military journey that went beyond the Civil War in America. Known as Ben to his friends, Trull was born in 1839 into a Massachusetts family that arrived in America during colonial times. His great-grandfather, the celebrated Capt. John Trull, led a company of Tewksbury minutemen against the British at Lexington and Concord in 1775.

Ben’s ancestors gravitated to higher education and the sciences, and he followed in their footsteps. He attended college preparatory school in Newton Centre, Mass., and, in 1857, entered Brown University. There he excelled in the chess club and as president of Alpha Delta Phi fraternity. Upon his graduation in 1861—the year the Civil War began—he joined Boston’s First Corps of Cadets for duty guarding the state house and arsenal.

Before the end of the year, Ben took a leave of absence from the Corps and embarked on the study of medicine at the Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia, and finished his coursework at the University of Pennsylvania. During this period, he volunteered as a medical cadet at the U.S. Army General Hospital in West Philadelphia, and this allowed him to graduate early, earning his degree in 1863.

The intersection of his medical training and the need for surgeons to deal with the massive numbers of sick and injured opened up the next chapter in his life. Ben joined the ranks of acting assistant surgeons in the U.S. Army in Nashville, and passed the examining board to earn a commission as assistant surgeon on July 6, 1863, just a few weeks shy of his twenty-fourth birthday. He spent the rest of the war tending to soldier-patients in Nashville and Vicksburg.

Several of Ben’s cases, all fatal head injuries, are documented in the Medical and Surgical History of the War of the Rebellion.

Another case documented by Ben appears in a postwar letter published in the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal. Titled “Euthanasia in War,” the case involves an unnamed soldier who suffered a gunshot or shell fragment wound that destroyed his eyes and nose, obliterating a significant part of his face and head. Ben’s report raises questions about medical ethics and the possibility that the body’s immune system could be triggered by emotion and feeling to turn against itself.

Ben began by noting a study of Peyer’s glands, or Peyer’s patches, which are located in the small intestine and are part of the immune system’s defense against antigens in the gut. He also references an order about post-mortem exams.

Here’s Ben’s full report:

In the summer of 1864, we were making instructive studies of Peyer’s glands, with the hope of giving more successful treatment to the many cases of chronic diarrhea in the Cumberland U.S.A. General Hospital at Nashville. A senseless alarm was sent to the War Department about the “cutting up” of deceased comrades and the receipt of an order that forbade post mortem examinations. I was, therefore, unable, in the following case, to ascertain the deeper lesions, the condition of the optic commissure, etc.

The patient came to us with about 700 other acute cases of gunshot injuries, on the night of the first day’s fight at Nashville in December, 1864. Some of the men were brought in ambulances, but more in hay wagons without springs, a mile from the field, over frozen roads, deeply rutted by the wheels of batteries and supply trains of previous days. As acting executive officer, I was called to examine a man in one of the wards, who was persistently clamoring for euthanasia.

When I reached him, sitting on a stool in the midst of a crowd, he asked me to stoop down, look at him and then listen to his request. I found that considerable parts of both optic cones had been shot away, including the arch of the nasal bones. There was now no arterial hemorrhage, no complaint of pain beyond a sense of soreness, no special constitutional disturbance. Pulse was notably small.

Deformity of face was extraordinary. One eye ball had been carried off in the progress of the missile; the other rested on the cheek (half way down the face) held by its optic nerve.

He began at once to argue his claim, in a slow, deliberate and low voice. He exhibited no hysterical haste to die, though it was evident that for him life and not death was “the king of terrors.” He steadily maintained that life would be insupportable should he get about again. I listened as carefully as possible in the confusion of cries for attention of forty or more on the floor and the beds of the ward; doctors and nurses were embarrassed by their urgency.

Не was quiet. The clear working of the mind, the normal sequence of thought surprised me, looking down upon such ruin of structures in the very neighborhood of the anterior cerebral lobes. He politely paused for an answer. I cannot state verbatim what I said, but the gist of it was that none of us could previse the course of his case, nor be justified in hastening the approach of death by medical or surgical procedure.

He died that night in coma.

The pith of all this is in two points: First, the gravity of the injury so close to the supposed region of cerebration, the anterior lobes, without disturbing mentality. Second, the cause of death. The word coma explains nothing: was it the over-topping hopelessness, an object repulsive to look at and even more so, to think of: the state of mind, producing excessive secretion in certain glands, thrown into the circulation as a toxin paralyzing innervation?

There questions tucked into Ben’s narrative: Did patient’s state of mind produce a lethal toxin that killed him? Did he commit a form of suicide? Did he euthanize himself? Ben seemed to have no question on ethics: As a trained physician familiar with the Hippocratic Oath, he interpreted his role to do good for the patient and not cause harm. It is easy to imagine that he did not expect the man to live, which made I easier for him to deny the man’s request to be euthanized.

Ben remained in Nashville until the war’s end. He returned to Massachusetts and melted back into civilian life as a surgeon in practice with a cousin. His peers elected him to various state boards.

Ben might have remained in Boston for the rest of his days. However, he had one military assignment to fulfill. In 1870, at the outset of the Franco-Prussian War, the German Army needed surgeons. A number of German-born American physicians volunteered, and Ben joined them. He arrived in the village of Pont-à-Mousson and attended to French prisoners of war, many of whom had served in the Army of the Rhine under Marshal François Bazaine and been surrendered after the two-month Siege of Metz ended in Prussian victory. Ben spent about a year on duty before returning the United States.

Perhaps inspired by wanderlust from his travels during two wars, he spent time on the Pacific Coast before heading back East to New England. He married in 1874 and settled into medical practice in the Boston suburb of Brookline. Politically an independent and an Episcopal by faith, he died in 1925 at age 85.

For the officer standing beside Ben, Jerome Keating Bauduy, Nashville is where he met his future wife. Born in 1840 in Cuba, where his wealthy Philadelphia family of French descent had various business investments, the Bauduys associated with another family of French origins, the du Ponts, who had become prominent gunpowder manufacturers.

Jerome followed his father, Peter, into the study of medicine. Jerome’s higher education journey started at Georgetown College in Washington, D.C., then to the Université Catholique de Louvain in Belgium, the University of Pennsylvania, and finally Jefferson Medical College. The start of the Civil War briefly interrupted his studies. In the summer of 1861, his name appeared on a list of Regular Army appointments to second lieutenant in the 4th U.S. Artillery. However, evidence suggests he did not accept the opportunity, choosing instead to finish his education.

In early March 1863, Jerome graduated from Jefferson Medical College. His thesis, “Erysipelas as connected with Gunshot Wounds,” suggests he, like Ben, volunteered as a medical cadet at one of the Philadelphia military hospitals, which allowed him to compete his coursework early.

On March 12, two days after graduation, Jerome accepted a position as a contract surgeon in the U.S. Army and reported to Nashville for duty, tending patients with Ben in the wards of military hospitals, and passing the examination board to become a commissioned assistant surgeon.

Unlike Ben, Jerome did not serve out the entire war. Medical issues forced his resignation in December 1863. But rather than return to Philadelphia, he remained in Nashville. The likely cause was Caroline Bankhead. Her father, James, an Irish immigrant, had settled in Nashville and rose to prominence as a merchant with business interests in New Orleans. Jerome and Caroline met at some point and began a courtship that blossomed and led to their marriage in June 1864. Five months later, Caroline gave birth to a baby boy in St. Louis. Caroline and Jerome named him James K. Bauduy, likely for Caroline’s father and Jerome’s middle name, which was also his mother’s maiden name. The infant died a day after he came into the world, according to city death records.

After the war ended, Jerome and Catherine permanently relocated to St. Louis, where 10 more children were born to them, eight of whom lived to maturity. In 1865, Jerome accepted a position as attending physician at St. Vincent’s Institution for the Insane, a private facility established by the Catholic Sisters of Charity. It is possible that Jerome’s mother, Amelia, played a role in landing this job for Jerome. She had entered into monastic life as a Discalced Carmelite in Philadelphia following the death of her husband in 1856, becoming Mother Ignatius.

In St. Louis, Jerome prospered at St. Vincent’s. He became fascinated by the study of neurology, or the treatment of issues connected to the nervous system. Its western origins in Europe had first caught the attention of American physicians in the middle part of the century, and the Civil War played a significant role in neurology’s emergence as a distinct field. Battlefield wounds, particularly to the spinal column and head, and related emotional conditions that came to be known in the 20th century as PTSD, fueled intense interest in the American medical establishment during and after the war.

Jerome’s practical experience treating soldier-patients and postwar cases and research led to the publication, in 1876, of the clinical textbook Diseases of the Nervous System. The book launched him into the spotlight as a leader in the field.

In one passage, Jerome references the impact of war on the nervous system: “The excitements incident to war, and its disastrous consequences, have afforded ample evidences of insanity consequent upon undue violence of the emotions. In a word, whenever the mind of an individual is subjected to undue strain, or the passions are extraordinarily roused, other conditions being favorable, mental alienation may ensue.”

Jerome also lectured and authored a number of papers on the subject. In 1890, he released an updated edition of the book. The full catalog of Jerome’s research touched on depression and the use of cocaine as a treatment, alcoholism, multiple sclerosis, and much more. As chair of Diseases of Mind and the Nervous System at Missouri Medical College, he taught neurology and psychiatry for three decades. He also appeared as an expert witness in a number of murder cases and other sensational courtroom trials, and he received handsome pay for his testimony. He ended his career as emeritus professor at Washington University in St. Louis.

Jerome experienced his own violent streak, as evidenced in an 1894 report that he attacked a fellow physician who reportedly insulted or assaulted one of his daughters. Jerome reportedly struck the doctor several times with a heavy cowhide whip, while pointing a revolver at him.

This incident may suggest that Jerome’s pursuits in the field of neurology may have been driven, at least in part, by his own search for answers.

Tragically, and perhaps ironically, Jerome died in 1914 in an asylum in Buffalo, N.Y. He was 74.

It may be fairly stated that the Civil War service in Nashville’s hospitals profoundly shaped the futures of Jerome and Ben, whose careers intersected with neurology, albeit in very different and unexpected ways.

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- Perpetual events may be mistaken for continuous actions depending on the amount of time between each cycle or separate actions. This is the case with consciousness when we observe it from a quantified perspective. The flow of time is nothing but our perception on the changes in observable values.

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A place filled with history including the hospital where a young 17 year old Adolf Hitler was treated in October and November 1916 after he was shot following a leg injury during the Battle of the Somme.

Beelitz-Heilstätten, a district of the town, is home to a large hospital complex of about 60 buildings including a cogeneration plant erected from 1898 on according to plans of architect Heino Schmieden. Originally designed as a sanatorium by the Berlin workers' health insurance corporation, the complex from the beginning of World War I on was a military hospital of the Imperial German Army. In 1945, Beelitz-Heilstätten was occupied by Red Army forces, and the complex remained a Soviet military hospital until 1995, well after the German reunification. In December 1990 Erich Honecker was admitted to Beelitz-Heilstätten after being forced to resign as the head of the East German government.

Following the Soviet withdrawal, attempts were made to privatize the complex, but they were not entirely successful. Some sections of the hospital remain in operation as a neurological rehabilitation center and as a center for research and care for victims of Parkinsons disease. The remainder of the complex, including the surgery, the psychiatric ward, and a rifle range, was abandoned in 2000. As of 2007, none of the abandoned hospital buildings or the surrounding area were secured, giving the area the feel of a ghost town. This has made Beelitz-Heilstätten a destination for curious visitors and a film set for movies like The Pianist in 2002, the Rammstein music video Mein Herz brennt and Valkyrie in 2008.

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