Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Colonel ; Happier Times

I have spoken so much about the bad and dark side of the colonel I thought it only fitting I share some of his more positive attributes and give you how I dealt with the colonel, the man. I met the colonel when I was 19 years old and he was in his seventies. Those first days of his admission were mostly getting to know each other and, most importantly, getting to know his disease. The reason for going into medicine had a little to do with the fact that I had a gregarious and extroverted personality. I enjoyed to meet people and the colonel and I hit it off immediately. Bunny, his wife, and the colonel had no children and their closest friends were from Kansas. Their last names, coincidentally, and my last name were the same. I had the good fortune to meet them on three occasions while the colonel spent his final days in the hospital. The colonel, full bird, retired, enjoyed the respect I gave him by addressing him as The Colonel and sir, the general military respect that was given to officers at that rank. He was also a fighter pilot and a good one in his day. I met quite a few pilots and they are an A personality type. I enjoyed letting the colonel talk about his fighter squadron and some of the combat missions he was a part of. He was also an avid golfer and as I, would tell him of my most recent outing. He wanted all the details, too. He would ask me why I chose a certain club for a specific shot. I better have a good reason for that 7-iron on a 180 yard par-3. He was a lot of fun to be around. Even when he was going through the chemo and radiation he tried to get strong and not let me see it affect him. He was a tough son- of -a bitch. Long and lean, which is unusual for a fighter pilot. His mind was sharp, at first. It was painful to see him when he could not remember a word or forget what he was talking about. We developed a very close personal friendship. I was repeatedly warned by my supervisors that I was getting too emotionally attached to him. They, too were my friends who did not want to see me hurt when the colonel finally dies. Guess I fooled them, huh? I really appreciated it. They were looking out for me. The colonel was a very intelligent man. I guess you would have to be to operate a $40 million dollar fighter. I spent a lot of my spare time with the colonel. We talked a little about death. Very little, he did not want to go there. It was painful to watch a 6' 170 lb. man shrivel up to almost skin with bones. His wife, Bunny, was a wonderful human being, too. They loved each other very much. It had to be hard on her trying to learn to live without your soul mate of 50 years. I just wanted you to know a little about the colonel before he changed and made The Decision. I had no idea that I would become an integral part of that decision and the results of it would haunt me for the rest of my life. It is hard for me to remember when he was a great man. What he decided to do for himself only created a monster for me to deal with. I am still fighting him, today. I wish the other colonel crossed that plane of consciousness. Things may be a different world, today. I will never know, unfortunately.      theblogmeister

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Fact or Fiction; You decide.

I tried to find some stories that were similar to mine. I read some that were way out there and others that may be true. This one I found interesting. I do not know if it is true or a result of some college freshman's English Lit course. Or is it English comp. ? Hell, it has been a long time ago. The writer was believeable, so, I wanted you to see for yourself. Good reading.

When I was 17, I opened a door that should have remained closed. I was at the public library and checked out a book about demons. I was always an avid reader and to me, it was just another "horror" book, I checked out for 2 weeks. I really had no concept of demons, I believed in God, but just not so much in the other end of things. I had the concept of God and angels, and if they were truly in Heaven, then nothing bad could be there. They protected us, right? That very concept changed forever. Hello, crash course in freewill. I ended up reading the book, and the next thing I know, I started seeing the shadows. The dark ones, some looked like crows, some black cats, and then the smaller humanoid types. There was one, more human, who was taller, dark and he was everywhere. If I was reading, I could see his shadow, leaning over my shoulder as if reading with me. He would also be on the roof, hanging down peering into my window. I could see his form, blocking out light, and hanging there upside down, like a crouching bat. He had pointed ears, and I will never forget that silhouette against the starry sky, watching me. My sister began seeing these things, too. We both saw what looked like fighting, bolts of blue and white lightening that streaked across darkened rooms at each other. The most amazing occurrence was when we were at the movies and the whole theater was a "battle ground", with us being the only ones who could see the lights. In retrospect, I do believe it was "good & evil" fighting. I think I was more curious and mesmerized, than concerned by all of this going on. Until one evening, I was lying across my bed, reading as usual, and I felt a hand touch my foot. Hard pressure on the sole of my foot, grasping. That scared me... Whatever this was could touch me. The end came quickly to this situation, a couple of days later. Late one Friday night, I was home alone, and my mom and sister drove up. In the headlights of the car, my sister saw a huge demon, hairy & tall, like a buffalo on its hind legs, and it was running around the house, trying to escape the headlights. My mom didn't see it, nor did she or my dad ever see any of these happenings. My sister thought it had been after me, and she was terrified. Her fear was palpable as she told me what she saw, she told me to take care of this, and get it the hell out of our home. I was horrified. The very next morning, a Saturday, I found myself home alone, a godsend in a house where Saturday mornings were the optimum time for everyone being home. I cleansed the house, blessed the house, and got that book the hell out of there. I never saw it again at the library, even though the section of horror I perused was near where I found it. I hope it was removed from the shelves and destroyed. Funny thing, I have a feeling it never made it back to the shelves... I have a strong feeling it was never supposed to be there in the first place. The thought of burning the book never crossed my mind. I just wanted things sent back to Hell where they belonged, and all things in my world back to where they had been before. I succeeded in clearing the house of all evil, no more shadows, lights, touches, or seeing anything EVER AGAIN. The downside is I will always regret having my sister feel that horror and fear, the upside is that my faith in all that is good, was strengthen beyond all that I could have imagined. I know now what's out there, and I will use my belief to send it away every chance I get. I hold that faith close to this day.
  These things were getting stronger, more brazen, and I never want to even consider opening ANY doorway again. I was uninformed, stupid for doing that, and utterly ignorant for bringing that into my home. This all occurred in a 2 week period, and I thank God, my faith was intact. I was considerably blessed that I realized the problem was growing beyond me, and that I had the strength to send it back. I hope someone learns from this... It's not a game, it is REAL. And it is awful.

Is it real? do you believe? I cannot say that the writer is basing his words on fact or fiction. What I do know, however, is the strange events in my life are true. That is what I do know.   theblogmeister

The Humming

I had to find out where or the origin of the humming sound. It came from everywhere. I stepped outside to see if the noise was caused by a helicopter. Where ever I went the sound remained the same. I did not wake up my wife. She has been through enough dealing with my two worlds. I slipped on my shoes and walked around the house. The sound stayed the same. There was one thing that intrigued me while I was outside. I have a dog that is attached to a dog run. I looked over towards her and I could see her sleeping peacefully. If the humming was of this world she would have been barking loudly. My question has been answered; it is not from this world. I walked back out on my porch, sat down, and considered what I should do next. Five minutes later and the sound suddenly stopped. I tried to figure out the reason behind the sound. I had no answer. I walked toward the kitchen to get something to drink and noticed that the bedroom's light in the front of the house was on. I know I had not turned that light on and I also am sure that it was not on, before. This bedroom has a long history in my dealings with the colonel. I had a dream that involved this room on several occasions. On one of those dreams I woke up in the middle of the night to find a bright light coming from behind the bedroom door. It was not the light mounted on the ceiling giving off the brilliant light that was coming from behind the door. That light was not capable of putting out such brilliant light. I reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door and what I saw caused me to scream so loud that it woke up my wife. You can find the story in my past posts, I am not gonna re-tale it, here. Maybe this room has some sort of meaning to it. Possibly a portal to another plane. I slowly opened the door, once again. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up because of the past history with this room. I did not know what would be behind the door. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my breathing increasing. A part of me wanted to close the door and go climb in bed with my wife. I know I could not stop. For whatever reason the colonel has for trying to instill fear in me I was not going to let him win. I'm no hero. To be honest, I was scared shit less. This is my house. I cannot let what I do not understand create fear that drives me away. I opened the door all the way and there was nothing in there. The light suddenly started to dim and it was back to its normal lumen. How the hell did that light put out such an intense light? I stared at the light and ceiling fan until I noticed his smell. It was the colonel. I could smell him. This is the first time he has not confronted me. Now I am really confused. This shit is driving me crazy. I said out loud, "Come out you chicken shit son- of- a- bitch." No answer. I did not have an answer, either.     theblogmeister