On my morning walk with the puppers today, I was listening to the audio book the Physics of God by Joseph Selbie and it mentioned something I found fascinating. It spoke of how those with multiple personalities a.k.a. dissociative identity disorder (DID) have shown the ability to completely change their physiology within seconds to minutes. Examples include changes in eyesight, eye color, scars, allergies, diseases, EEG patterns, body temperature, voiceprint, and so forth. I went so far as to track down some of the original studies, such as the ones on eyesight, and the claims are legit. The shape of the eyeball actually changes. Actors faking DID are not able to achieve the same changes.
This summer I took a class in transpersonal psychology. Transpersonal is word that makes most people's eyes glaze over because they don't know what it means. Think the types of experiences people have on hallucinogenic drugs, like when they become the carpet or a bush, or become aware of the multitude of lives in which they have lived and see their current life as small and insignificant and oh so quick. Or they have an encounter with an other dimensional being. Or they are able to telepathically communicate with their best friend.
Hi friends, It's been a long time since I've written something, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to. It's just hard to find the time, and when I do have time I've been having fun working on my YouTube channel. A few people have been asking me for writing lately. So I thought I would reinstitute an old practice of mine: the One Hour Essay.
Maybe this is a negative article, but the way I see it, focusing on the negative isn’t necessarily a bad thing, because when we remove the darkness the light takes care of itself--like washing a window. I believe that everybody, in their soul, is inherently light and good underneath all of the bullshit and the pain and the lies.
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I was in a text message conversation with an old friend/acquaintance recently (okay, okay, someone I used to date). They’d moved to Hawaii with their son into a house overlooking the ocean. They described how they were studying judo, eating loads of smoked pork, and managing an ecological reserve that just got a contract supplying wood to a major guitar manufacturer. Sounds like a decent life, right? I asked if they were happy. “I don’t believe in happiness,” they replied. “Happiness is just a judgment based on the human construct that some things are good and some things are bad.” Or something like that.
So, I've been taking all of the recommended supplements, and more, for all of my tests for 6-8 weeks now. They cost around $500/month. Progress is going nowhere slow. My doctor thinks that given my non-responsiveness to these and past treatments I will eventually need to be referred to a specialist who deals with mold/biotoxins, Lyme, chronic viral infections, and that sort of thing, but that I should keep on trying to get my major systems (adrenals, gut, and detox) in line first. I'm supposed to keep on keeping on 'til August and do some retests to see if anything has shifted, but not expect any changes in symptoms. This is really shitty. To just have to keep on day after day, month after month, year after year with bone-crushingly deep, dysfunctional depression, fatigue, and pain.
This is not actually a post. This is a post about a page. What's the difference between a post and a page? The difference is I wanted to keep a collection of all the data I have related to my health conditions in one place, and I intend to keep updating that list. If I put it in a normal blog it will be buried somewhere in the historical list of blogs. You don't periodically update a blog post. That's just wrong.
You might know that there is this whole Quantified Self movement. It's kinda a tech nerd thing, but tracking and analyzing one's habits for the purpose of self-knowledge and self-improvement is an age old tradition. Millions of people track their spending, athletic performance, diet, weight, and more.
“Why—” Lyra began, and found her voice weak and trembling—“why can’t I read the alethiometer anymore? Why can’t I even do that? That was the one thing I could do really well, and it’s just not there anymore—it just vanished as if it had never come . . .”
“You read it by grace,” said Xaphania, looking at her, “and you can regain it by work.”
“How long will that take?”
“That long . . .”
I recently finished reading the Jonathan Franzen novel Purity. It was a commendable book, but has little to do with what I am about to write other than I was struck by the name, and spent some time ruminating upon it, and upon the rare people I've met who displayed this quality in some aspect of their life. This is what I strive for, I thought, purity.
As a highly sensitive person and a sick person, I often don't know which is which. I don't know what perceptions are part of the inherent and healthy skill set of a highly refined nervous system (like aversion to certain scents, or social situations), and what perceptions are inherently pathological symptoms that will fade away as I achieve greater and greater health. If all of my medical tests came back clean: no liver or kidney dysfunction, no macrocytic anemia, no pathogenic infections, great adrenal output, low heavy metals, etc., who would I be? How "sensitive" would I be?
Sometimes I listen to biohacker Dave Asprey's podcast, Bulletproof Radio, and although he isn't my favorite podcaster because he is a bit too linear for my taste (I'll regret writing that when I finally release an awesome book I need to promote), he has some fascinating guests and topics. At the end of each interview he asks each guest the same question which goes something like, "What are your three pieces of advice for somebody looking to boost their performance in all areas and kick ass at life?"
I'm writing this because people ask me how I'm doing. This is a good overview of how I am doing right now. I think people resist telling the truth about how they are navigating their life because they are afraid it will sound whiny, negative, silly, weak, self-indulgent, self-obsessed, first-world- problemish, etc. Well, I guess I accept that it should sound that way. I do have mental illness. I do have a bad attitude. I feel really bad about that and ashamed, which of course just contributes to the problem. But this is the truth.
You may have noticed that I haven't been blogging much since the New Year. I've been slightly more ill than usual due to some circumstances that knocked me off balance. I wanted to let you know I am currently running a GoFundMe campaign, gofundme.com/doctorforemily, to raise money for my medical expenses. If you've enjoyed my writing please consider donating. Every little bit helps. The thing you don't realize until you run one of these campaigns yourself, is that even $5 or $10 shows someone cares and that has greater value than the money alone.
As a person with a chronic illness, who believes in the healing power of diet, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I ought to eat: specific foods, food categories (fruits, starches, FODMAPS, etc.) and macronutrient ratios. I've read a lot about the rationale behind such food choices. Although I favor paleo, low-carb, and ketogenic style diets, I take issue with some of the statements. Statements like:
I've come to the conclusion that the metaphysical is a lot like sex. Everyone thinks about it, but no one talks about it in polite company. There seems to be a sort of embarrassed shaming around being spiritual or experiencing spiritual events such as synchronicities, clairvoyance, miraculous healings and the like. You might hear someone say, “This is a little woo-woo but...”.
There are healers all around us, and they are willing to work for free. In my last post, Ecology, Energy and Sense of Place, I wrote about how places, built or wild, express certain essences or energies which can be perceived by the human being. Much like people, they have "personalities"...placalities?
Now we have certain types of people whose personalities lead them into certain types of professions like doctor, priest, shaman, or therapist. I believe certain places are also especially suited to those roles and I call such places "sacred places". They embody an essence of healing, divinity, compassion, love, or light, or somehow seem to be spilling out more "chi" than other places.
In 1952, A few friends and I, all Chinese graduate students at the University of California—Berkeley and all novices at camping, arrived at the Death Valley National Monument at about three in the morning, exhausted by the long drive, and exhausted by an unsuccessful attempt to set up tent in the dark, buffeted by strong wind. In the end, we slept out in the open in our sleeping bags. When I woke up, the sun had risen high enough to throw its rays on the range of mountains across the valley and presented me with a scene, totally alien to my experience up to that time, of such unearthly beauty that I felt transported to the supernatural realm and yet, paradoxically, also at home, as though I had returned after a long absence.
The desert, including the barren parts (and I would even say) especially those, appeals to me. I see in it purity, timelessness, and a generosity of mind and spirit. The bleached skull in the desert, far from evoking the odor of death, suggests something clean and noble that may crumble into dust but is exempt from the humiliation of decay.
In my post, A Primer on Synchronicity, Or Why Your Computer Broke Today, I reported that I might start a feature called synchronicity watch. Well, here is the first installment.
Today's synchronicities come to us from two guys at opposite ends of the spectrum. The first is an unlikely source: Tucker Max. For those of you who don't know, Tucker Max is most famous for inventing the literary genre of “fratire”, which mostly involves him publishing true stories about alcoholism, sexual conquests, insulting people, and reveling in his own displays of shocking narcissism. In regard to the last two, he is not entirely unlike current Republic presidential candidate Donald Trump. Except I believe Tucker Max is much, much more clever than Trump...but equally an asshole, a quintessential smartass.
This post is a culmination of a lot of ideas. In my essay Drugs: I'm Against Them, I discouraged drug use for spiritual growth use but I only hinted at the better alternative. In my last post A Series of Unfortunate Events, I listed all of the different healing modalities I had tried to cure my chronic fatigue syndrome and ended with some notes on what I had not yet tried and what I would still try. The gist of that one was that I wouldn't try any new modality unless it was just for fun or I felt strongly guided to because I think the modality I've stumbled upon is superior and looking back it is easy to see why.
I call this modality soul hacking, and it is currently the only thing I would recommend to people seeking top-notch healing/guidance/personal development, or that I would practice if I were to take up the healing arts professionally. On my blog and in my personal life I already practice a few aspects of soul hacking on behalf of others and I practice many more on myself.