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Deathbed Visitations
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Now this is a goldmine of inspiration and so I'll lead with a couple of short articles to introduce you to the concept.
#1 - Deathbed Visitations - The NY Times
#2 - Reader Submitted Stories on Deathbed Visitations - NY Times
Now this is a common thing, as many Nurses, Doctors and Hospice Workers will attest - and is considered a sure-fire signal that somebody is close or ready to dying. And there are an abundance of threads on reddit dealing with this same topic:
#3 - https://www.reddit.com/r/hospice/comments/1828jii/on_deathbed_visions/
#4 - https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/comments/uxrpod/do_the_dying_always_see_ghosts_of_loved_ones/
#5 - https://www.reddit.com/r/NDE/comments/17ksnpf/deathbed_visions_evidence_for_their_reality/
#6 - https://www.reddit.com/r/DeathBedVisions/
#7 - https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/sqhcco/nurses_of_reddit_what_where_the_most_haunting/
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Now this is absolutely fascinating, the universality of the stories, cross-cultural, and the fact that visitors overwhelming are people near and dear to the dying and have predeceased them. Then there are the people dying who simply announce they're preparing for a trip. Stories of people being visited by pets, angels, what have you - and while many might write these off as "hallucinations" due to oxygen deprivation, or the brain breaking down, or the effects of dementia, Alzheimer's, it simply doesn't add up. Too many of the dying had no knowledge that they were predeceased by Aunt Marge, or so-and-so, and it argues against the terminal lucidity many patients experience before death, and - frankly, it's a cheap and easy "explanation" that in reality explains nothing, merely comforts those who prefer to remain "Scientific", while throwing their so-called science in their face.
Now what I find most interesting in this (well, 'most' is a bit strong, it's all pretty fascinating) is that many cultures have built up traditions - a series of steps that must be gone through in death (as in life, think of Catholicism & the 7 Sacraments), traditions codified in the Bardo Thodol, or The Egyptian Book of the Dead.
Thinking logically, which in no ways is going to maneuver this minefield, one has to marvel at those experiences reported by those who've come back from the dead. First - the descriptions, of people, imaginary (Jesus on the Golfcart welcoming them to the 19th hole) and real (Aunt Marge, Parents, Children, etc). That they can report on this, as more real than real, while - technically, "scientifically" everything they experience on the "other side" - presuming that there is one - should be in point of fact be very much different that what they experienced on this side. Vision - eyes closed - none. Hearing - dead, taste, dead, and so on down the line. All experience in this world is in some ways bound up with our physical being.
And - obvious to everyone - why do the people so often appear to the dying as they knew them in life?
From this I'd conclude that a good many of these experiences, or all of them, are simply the 'dead' - or some agent of the dead, a psychopomp, if you will, coming to help someone transition or grow into their next sphere of existence. Perhaps this then is the meaning of life, to attenuate our senses to the various physical realms, then evolving into the next one. In any event, something to consider.
Now this is just a beginning in the fascinating field of post-mortem psychology and spirituality, and one in which we're all going to sooner or later come to our own conclusions, but - well, it doesn't hurt to ponder the possibilities.
A Human Mandible in Travertine
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Meanwhile, on Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/fossils/comments/1c4hldl/found_a_mandible_in_the_travertin_floor_at_my/
Note the abundant comments on Reddit, many by "experts", all saying definitely hominid, most probably human, and - depending where quarried, from 200 - 300, 000 years to possibly millions of years old. And somewhere, somebody's walking over another cross-section of said person...
My Indigestible Media Diet
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Not much reading as of late, but scrolling through Youtube, a few prospecting videos (but it doesn't take me long to catch up there), then a couple of videos on Missing Persons Cases.
Now, I've watched all the Missing 411 Videos, which describe missing persons cases with a negligent lack of detail and salacious amount of speculation. Intriguing, if you're 8 years old and heading off to summer camp, otherwise I'm going to go with "Bigfoot and Flying Saucers Can't be THAT BUSY...".
But I find another channel, in which a reasonably intelligent person goes through missing persons files then discloses how in the end the victims are found. In every case there's a reasonable explanation, whether it be a landslide, a concealed abandoned well, mineshaft, or simply lost outside the search area.
This channel, it focuses on American Cases, largely desert environs where you think that the search would be relatively easy, given the low scrub and rocks. But they're not, and people frequently defy expectation, which is why they end up missing...
Anyways, it gets me curious about a few missing person cases closer to home. And here, in the mountains of BC or foothills and brush of Northern Alberta, well, it's pretty easy for people to go missing as well, and with a much less probable chance of recovery. In cases where they slip into a river - and end up in a lake, or the ocean, chances of recovery are low. Same with those suicidal people that jump off a bridge. Then there's those cases where clearly those missing were likely involved in criminal or gang activity, so no longer are you merely looking for a body, you're looking for a body that has been deliberately or purposely concealed. Then there are the cases where foul play is suspected, a "bad date" with a known violent offender who had access to a boat, a bitter divorce, custody battles, or last year the case of a certain missing person from Creston who, if you took the time to Google, had been charged with fraud the year prior, going to businesses door to door, and clearly I'd postulate the ill-will he generated caught up to him. There are quite a few like that, heartbreaking when the campaign to bring a mother's son home is renewed every couple of years, and when the only people who know what happened have themselves deceased, and there is no hope of closure. Despite the 'peaceable' nature of the Kootenays there are more than a few cases like that, where people don't trust the police to deal with matters in an efficient way and so take things upon themselves. These, find the right subreddit or Youtube video, will invariably unravel, the only thing left is to find the remains, which as I mentioned earlier can be nigh on impossible given the intentional or purposeful disposal of evidence.
And then there are those that simply disappear. Which is compelling, in that the mind (or mine at least) rebels against the mystery these cases present - think of the missing kid at Shambala a couple of years ago, who clearly had not recovered from the party, ran off into the woods, and was never seen of again. And too many more to list. The problem with these cases is that there's never enough information provided for you to make an accurate prediction as to what happened, or where they may be, people close to them/and the police rarely make public the victims state of mind, their associations, their possible motivations or intentions, etc. And so you're left with this indigestible mystery, not that's it in anyway a mystery, only you haven't been given enough information to figure it out.
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So a dark media diet that does my soul no good whatsoever. But there was one story, very curious I thought, and it's not anecdotal - the Youtube host highlighted the relevant bits in the police report. About a hunter that had went missing, 1968, and after several search parties and thousands of hours of searching it was abandoned.
Fast forward almost 50 years and another hunter stumbles across a partial set of remains, beneath a cliff, the hunter had been crushed by a very large falling rock which left very little visible by way of remains, only the skull and femurs projecting beneath the rock. A proper Wyle-Coyote.
When the assigned deputy went to notify the next of kin he tracked down the grand-daughter, who put him in touch with the wife, now in a home with early dementia. And she advised him she knew, that her husband had come to her the night before, told her where he was (and she gave the location, the same as the deputy had) and that he was coming home and would be seeing her soon...only, she had understood he'd be coming home alive but now understood he wouldn't. The deputy noted it was the most extraordinary interview he'd ever conducted.
But that's a different blog post, and the nearer you get the thinner the veil...
Tarot on Baker, etc
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News the past weekend.
Saturday, beautiful day and the streets are empty. Nonetheless I head down Baker and set up with a crystal ball and 5 decks of Tarot cards. My outfit, my grey "Andy Warhol" wig and a pair of oversized rave sunglasses with disco balls hanging from the ear.
I should blend in just fine.
I'm immediately pounced upon by a trio of 20-something girls, one 'tips' $15, the other nothing.
They like the "Hermetic" deck, the one who's symbolism is least to my taste.
This is the most popular deck, by far.
Next customer, younger guy, coming off addictions and waiting to start tree-planting. Again, no cash, but I'm not a fan of "Charging" and - really, if you take it as a spiritual practice than any attempts to monetize it become merely simony, and so like it or not I gotta suck it up. Anyways, a beautiful day and I'm meeting people.
One final senior, a proper Grandpa Simpson, he tips $10, then I'm treated to the story of his life..."in 18diddly-odd-seven when I was just a young Man and Napolean was ...." sort of stuff, without end, which brought my hourly revenue down to about 35 cents.
I was saved from this (and would otherwise still be there...) by a text from my daughter, she'd made it to town.
So, find her still wearing my wig and loud glasses, a bag full of tarot cards & props, make the "impression" that has her questioning why she's visited, out with her, make some dinner, catch up.
Sunday with her the same, I try to induce her to go prospecting, but she's heard the tales and isn't leaving town.
This town, at the moment, a ghost town. Nobody around. Baker empty the whole live long day, and you have to wonder where everyone is...soon enough it'll be busy.
Sunday night, turn her on to "Once Upon a Time in the West", by the time Charles Bronson shows up she's hooked, and by the end she has to concede it's a masterpiece. Not even watching it this time (she's watching it on my phone), merely listening to the scant dialogue, the sound effects, the music, leitmotifs, and - it's still a fucking masterpiece.
Monday, the daughter's off, lunch with Cathy (from the Alumni of Unspeakable Trauma), help her to line up some bar supplies, glasses for the golf course, a catch-up glass of wine and then I'm done.
I'm good with a little bit of people, but a little bit can turn into too much pretty quick.
Today, volunteer, the other two ladies I usually work with don't show, and I'm not sure there isn't a bit of fallout from Michael's 'resignation'. And - despite a follow up, no word as to my 'job' and so it's back to the drawing board, this cash thing, and stressing about it, 6 months is more than plenty enough, and I've got to get my thinker on tight and come up with another plan...
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