Thursday, March 17, 2011




  This is a story of a near death experience where the author chose to remain anonymous. Many of the events of this story I can relate to. How the author states that he was communicating with someone and he could hear him in his head. It reminds me of when I was eleven and was told by someone to go back home. That voice was not mine but in came from within my head, much like the author tells in his story. I do not feel I have any supernatural gifts but on several occasions I have been spoken to by some force outside of myself, yet, the words came from within.
  Having dealt with things that cannot be explained only increases my desire to delve further into the unexplainable. The dreadful dealing I have had with PTSD has made me wonder if the demon is of my own making. Why would I put myself through such turmoil? There are many questions I cannot answer but I will not stop seeking the answers. There are too many unknowns happening in my life to give up.





  In the early morning hours of April 14, 1993, exactly one month prior to my college commencement I was involved in an automobile accident.Earlier that evening, I went out to dinner with one of my roommates, "B," to celebrate the arrival of my new car; a Mustang convertible given to me by my parents as a graduation present. The entire week leading up to that night I found myself terribly apprehensive as if I were waiting for something dreadful to happen. At the time, I was in the middle of a romantic breakup with a woman whom I felt with all my heart was "the one": true love. It seemed as if an evolving melodrama was playing itself out with me as the lead character.
  I remember speaking with "D," my roommate and recounting a terrible nightmare I had the day before my accident. I told him that in my dream I was witnessing a funeral service. The room was dark and gloomy: there was so much pain and sadness. Everywhere I looked, I saw a familiar face: friends, family, and acquaintances. As I looked upon each face, I could here how they really felt about the deceased. Finally, I made my way to the casket and saw myself within it. Unfortunately, it was too late. Some things are meant to happen. Sometimes, its just too late to redeem ourselves. Or at least, that is how I felt at the time.As we drove towards my apartment, I can't remember it all, but I believe I was cut-off by another car, accidentally I can only assume. I swerved onto the sidewalk to avoid hitting a third car directly and continued along the sidewalk until I struck an electric pole that set off my air-bag. I lost control of my car and it careened off the electric pole and into a tree. The car that was before me, which I maneuvered to avoid hitting, was "B's" car.
  I remember seeing a bright flash before I hit the tree. It engulfed me. It felt like standing in a dense fog. When you know the rest of you is there, but you just can't see your own hand before you. I felt no pain upon impact, but my injuries where severe. My face received minor burns from the exploding air-bag; my seat belt left additional burn marks on my neck; my lower front teeth were crushed; the force of the impact snapped my seat from its bearings flinging me forward into the dashboard and backward into the rear seat several times; my right fist shot forward with such power that it smashed an air vent ripping the skin on my knuckles and thumb. I suffered internal bleeding and a ruptured spleen. I laid prone for close to ten minutes waiting for an EMT unit. "B" said that he ran to the nearest phone to call for help. I sometimes wonder if he was not more responsible for my accident than he admitted. I think he was afraid and guilty. I think that is why we eventually drifted apart and no longer speak. It is as if we share a secret we wish to forget.
  I remember hearing a voice, but it wasn't talking at me; it was talking from within me. It was putting words into my head: ideas, thoughts, feelings, and sensations. I felt so composed and comfortable in its presence. It took no human form, but it allowed me to recognize its presence as the authoritative voice of an older man (maybe in his mid-30's); he felt so loving, and kind. He talked "in me" about the people who loved me and the people I loved. He offered me the opportunity to continue with him on my journey. But I turned away, because of the love I felt for him, I achieved clarity and in a moment of pure love I told him that I had to go back because there where people who needed me. That I would complete my mission out of love to him regardless of the pain and anguish I may endure. Suddenly, I felt myself pushed back into my body; as if I had been dropped from up on high. I felt so powerless as the arms of EMT members struggled to resuscitate me. As they lifted me into the ambulance, I felt my life force return. I rose from the gurney and struggled with them. In reflection, I think I wasn't fighting feelings of disorientation so much as I was fighting to show everyone I was . . . alive.The rest is a blur. I do remember just before my parents "M" and "J" came into intensive care unit to see me, I could feel the presence of my deceased grandparents standing at the side of my bed. I had so many wires stuck in me and my eyes where completely shut, but I saw and heard them in my mind. I never knew them well. (One who had died prior to my birth; the other, died when I was three years of age.) My grandmother, "M," was so sad. I felt her touch me and heard my grandfather, "G," tell her that it was going to be a long recovery but that I was "alright" and that I would be "okay." At that moment, I heard my father's voice and no longer felt my grandparents near me. I remember hearing my father say that he and my mother where there and they loved me. I remember him telling me to "squeeze daddy's hand if you love me." I tried in futility to do so but I could not. I tried to will a response with my mind, but I was too weak and too incapacitated to speak.
  I remember awakening several days later in a private room with family and friends around me. I remember feeling contented and at peace with myself. But I also felt like I knew something that I could never share with others because they would never be receptive to it unless they had experienced it themselves.
  Months passed by and I sunk into a deep depression. I began to resent the suffering I endured. I never blamed God or my angel. I felt like they allowed the decision to be mine whether to return to my earthly life or to rejoin them. I miss them so much. Nothing comes close to their love. No matter how many friends I collect, no matter how much "human love" I receive it pails in comparison to the moment of ultimate love and truth I experienced. I struggle with these feelings each day. Some days it is easier than others. But, I will make a promise to fulfill my mission to seek "truth in all things" regardless of what I may be forced to sacrifice.
  The only offering we can make that justifies the love that God and our angels give to us is to come back to this world and bring new souls to God. We all share the "same" life force. We are all linked. My angel made me aware of things that I had never taken the time to recognize before. Now when I look at another human being, I can look into his or her soul and sense their insecurities, and recognize the pain the feel each day: for broken promises, lost loves, and the inevitability of failure and loneliness. I know things. I don't consider myself to be of the caliber of Edgar Cayce or Michele de Nostradamus, but I have premonitions. I sense things coming--simple things like knowing when a friend is about to call; knowing when its going to be "good" or "bad" news; knowing when someone will be sick . . . feeling the presence of death within someone with a terminal condition.
  I know other things. I told "M" a friend of mine that Bill Clinton would be politically assassinated on August 18, 1998. I wrote that on a sheet of paper in November, 1996, and told her to keep it to prove me correct when it happened. In a manner of speaking, he was "politically" assassinated with the Lewinsky scandal when he spoke to the nation and admitted his guilt. However, the date was too exact to be a lucky guess, especially since I knew of it 2 years before it happened. I don't have a crystal ball or any magic spells of incantation. It happens like this: Someone may ask, "What do you think will happen to Dan Smith during his heart operation?" I will focus and it will come to me and I offer a statement or two. One constant of the process is that I never feel emotion towards the things I feel or "see" so to speak. I feel somewhat disconnected from their sorrow. Maybe that is the only way I am able to maintain pure thought. Some people say I have luck at guessing and that could be true, but than how come I can't pick lotto numbers to save my life.
  I try to focus and control this "new" knowledge, but it is difficult to do so since part of me doubts its validity and the other part of me worries about becoming a "conduit" for something I cannot control completely. I do not consider myself a religious person or for that matter an advocate of secularized religion. However, I am quite spiritual. It has been several years since the accident, I feel like that voice, that thing I experienced is my guardian angel. He has become my greatest source of strength. I now feel guilty when I consider acting or speaking in ways that may hurt others. It's like a burning sensation that overwhelms me. I can best equate it to the feeling you may have had as a child. Remember, when you would sneak out to the kitchen and take that extra cookie before dinner and think that if no one saw you, than you must have gotten away with it? Similarly, I find it difficult to hurt others behind their backs. I feel that every time I act callously towards another, my angel is looking at me in such disappointment wondering if I will ever recognize the gift of knowledge that he has given me. I am so afraid of failing him or dishonoring him that I tend to act with greater clarity and precision towards others. My flaw is that I speak the truth regardless of the context of the situation in which I may find myself.
  Each day I heal myself a little more by healing others. I speak to others curious about my experiences to help them to realize that there is so much more to our existence than what we experience in our common daily routines. I guess I just want people to know that know matter how troublesome life may seem we are not alone. Love can heal the sickest heart. Love can make a difference. We each are destined to experience at least one moment in our life when we feel completely isolated and despondent. This is the moment in which we stare into the abyss of the unknown and find our character by taking a "leap of faith" for ourselves, for those we love, and for God. Remember that love makes the difference and that God is with us in all things.



The common attribute in most NDE's is the brilliant light. How can so many people have the same hallucination as the 'experts' suggest?         theblogmeister

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

PTSD: The Disorder Continues

  The previous story is one of the extreme cases on record. I agree with the author of the story that you do not have to have combat experience to have a PTSD diagnosis. I was diagnosed with PTSD several years ago and I am taking medication for the nightmares. The nightmares over the years have not changed to the extreme. Most of my visits at night come from the colonel that manipulated a teenager into carrying out his plan because he was too much of a coward to do it himself. The real reason is probably financial. If he had committed suicide he would not receive the benefits and the life insurance he had planned on using to care for his wife, Bunny. Why the colonel continues to haunt me in my dreams, I have no idea. He has terrorized me for over 30 years for doing exactly what he asked me to do. End his life in a way that would not raise suspicion. I used a chemical that is found in the body, naturally, so if there was an autopsy no questions would be raised. What do I get for granting his last request? I will never know. Bunny asked me to come to the reading of his will but because of the shame I was feeling, I did not attend. I just feel that he abused our friendship to get me to do his dirty work. I hate him for that. Thanks to him, I am constantly being terrorized by him in my dreams. Thanks a lot, colonel. That is something I did not need. Life is hard enough without having to deal with nightmares that effect my waking hours. There was a time that I really loved you and Bunny and my feelings toward you have changed dramatically. Leave me alone. Let me get on with my life. I do not need you, anymore. I hope you are proud of yourself for ruining a kids life. Thanks for nothing.    theblogmeister

Monday, March 14, 2011

PTSD : An Indepth History


Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a psychological disorder stemming from continuing and severe stress, including the stress associated with combat, concentration camps, near-death events, and other horrors. Killing, sustained exposure to the possibility of sudden death, and witnessing the violent death of friends can have a lasting, traumatic consequence for a high percentage of survivors.

PTSD has been prevalent among Vietnam War veterans, for example, even several decades after the war. Of the approximately 1,600,000 American soldiers who served in Vietnam, 800,000 have had severe emotional and psychological problems since the war, and 200,000 have been diagnosed as having PTSD. Virtually none of those vets diagnosed as such have had any measure of substantial relief in the years since, despite massive treatment intervention.

(3/29/07) The Iraqi War has yielded its own bumber crop of problems. In one report, "Iraq Reservists Face a 'Perfect Storm' of Post-Traumatic Stress", AlterNet has brought attention to the fact that while active-duty troops are required to participate in post-combat mental health sessions for 90 days after their reentry, National Guard reservists are not provided the same amount of support. In fact, if they are not diagnosed within two years, they lose all rights. Inasmuch as the reservists have to wait an inordinate amount of time for a comprehensive mental health evaluation and following that allowed access to treatment, the odds are very clear that they will not make the deadline. Accordingly, the statistics on Iraq PTSD will likely be skewed toward lower numbers, despite reality.
  Symptoms of PTSD in Vietnam veterans who have returned to the United States include dramatic personality changes, increased levels of drug abuse and criminal activities, continuing nightmares of having died in combat, and a grotesquely high rate of post combat suicides. It has been estimated that the number of casualties from suicides of veterans who returned to the United States now exceeds the number of combat-related fatalities! Truly, these are some of the most horrifying statistics of that ill-fated war.
  But PTSD is not confined to war veterans. PTSD sufferers also include survivors of airline crashes, witnesses and survivors of such tragedies as the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing and 9-11-2001, as well as individuals who have been close to the death of others and who were simultaneously psychologically vulnerable to the traumatic effect of that person or persons’ death(s). While the medical history of veterans in the post-Vietnam era provides for a massive data base in dealing with PTSD, the continuing plague of PTSD sufferers in all walks of life -- along with the largely ineffectual treatment of PTSD and related problems over the last several decades -- makes it clear that alternative treatments of this condition are necessary and perhaps essential. From the viewpoint of the PTSD sufferer (as well as his or her friends and family), alternative treatments that are effective -- even those treatments which are far outside the mainstream medical and psychiatric community -- must be considered a viable and worthwhile possibility. Effective treatments -- whether or not they are recognized by medical authorities -- may be far more valuable than the ineffective, standard practices of mainstream medicine and psychiatric practice.
Given this disclaimer of the ideas and concepts suggested in this brief discussion, an appropriate beginning might be the description of an actual scene between a therapist and a Vietnam veteran suffering from PTSD. In the scene, the vet is relating to his therapist the details of a nightmare which has been repeating itself over and over in his mind (nightmares being a common symptom in all cases of PTSD including non-combat ones).
“It’s a trail. In Vietnam. It goes down the hill and then curves around to the left. There’s a hill on the left and some kind of embankment on the right. I’m with five guys and there’s lots of noise.”
“What kind of noise?”
“Guns. M-16s. And helicopters. Hughies, I think.”
“What happens next?”
“We’re going down this road, and I’ve got this feeling that somebody’s going to get hurt. Maybe Jim. He’s point man. I was supposed to be, but Jim’s my best friend. He took point.”
“Your friend’s going to take point?”
“Yeah. But they’re all my friends. We’ve been together a long time. Six or seven months. Anyway, we start down the trail... Suddenly everything’s coming apart. Mines are blowing! Everybody’s blown to pieces! Jim’s right side is blown away!”
“You see it?”                                                                                                               “I see it. I’m the medic and I grab all the morphine I can find and I’m just crawling around because I’ve got shrapnel in my hand too, and I crawl (sob) around and I’m trying to help them and they’re screaming. I’m trying to hold their bodies together. They’re screaming. The VC opens up and they mow the rest of us down. Oh God! I shouldn’t sent Jim out there!”
“Wayne, there was nothing you could do.”                                                                 “I should have been the one. I should have... I grabbed him, and I’m crawling up the side of the hill. I’m dragging him, we’re going to get out, we’re gonna get out of there, somehow. Get to the top, this hill...”                                                                    “Who are you dragging up?” “Jim. What’s left of him.” “Is he still alive?”               “Still alive.”
“Okay. You get to the top of the hill.”
“I get to the top of the hill. There’s a helicopter, he’s coming down. The door’s opening, and I... I don’t have much strength left. It’s just about all I can do. The CO’s there. He’s yelling at me. ‘What happened, Wayne, what happened?’ I don’t give a damn. I pick what’s left of Jim up and put it in the helicopter. He’s bleeding. There’s not much left of him. He’s dying. He’s dead.”
“Jim’s dead now, isn’t he. You gave him morphine?”
“Yeah.”
“You eased his pain in the last minutes, didn’t you.”
“The CO’s screaming at me. He’s asking me what happened. He thinks it’s my fault.”
“He thinks it’s your fault?”
“Yeah. Smashed him right in the mouth.”
“Good. What happens next?”
“Blacked out, I guess. Next I knew I was in the hospital. They said I’d been there for 3 weeks.”
“Do you remember anything during that time?”
“Sometimes. Like seeing my body from overhead. I wanted to help.”
“You wanted to help?”
“Yeah. Give him strength. So I went in.”
“Give who strength? Who went in?”
“Me. Jim. Wayne was my buddy. I figured I could help him. All of us did. So we went in.”
“You went into Wayne?”
“Yeah.” “You said, ‘all of us’.” “All four of us. Tom, Jeff, Sammy. All of us.” “Who am I talking to?” “Jim.” “Is Tom or Jeff or Sammy there with you now?”
“Yeah. You want to talk to them?”
“Not yet. Jim. You were point man that day, weren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“It was pretty awful. Everybody was real tired. It was real hot. We got packed up, going down the road. We knew there might be mines, but we figured what the hell. Anything was better than where we were at. I just went on down, truckin’ it down the road. All of sudden, there was a big explosion. I didn’t feel anything at first. Everybody else was yelling and I turned around and I wasn’t all there. I started screaming. I couldn’t help it. Oh God, it hurt!”
“Where?”
“My whole right side’s gone. Wayne comes barreling down the hill. Trying to help everybody. He was everywhere at once. And the road kept blowing up.”
“The other guys...”
“He was trying to get to me. He was yelling, ‘I’ll be there in a minute, Jim, I’m coming. I’m coming. But it was too late. I knew I was gone. The last thing I saw was his face. He was crying.”
“He drug you up the hill, to the helicopter?”
“I was dead. He just didn’t know.”
  “Were you watching him drag you up?”
“Yeah.”
  “Were you in your own body?”
“No.”
  “Were you in pain?”
“No. The hurt was all gone.”
 “What happened next?”
“Well, I was, what was left of me, laying on the floor of the heelie. It was really a mess. The CO was laying in my blood. (laughter) The heelie went up and they landed. I was quite a ways from the base camp, about four clicks.”
  “What about the other guys on the road?”
“Well, they were... It was pretty ugly, man. They were just smashed everywhere. They’d have to look around trying to pick those guys up. They blew ‘em everywhere.”
  “And you’re still in the heelie watching all this happen?”
“Yeah. We were just like up on the ceiling or... weird!”
 “We?”
“Yeah. Tom and Jeff and Sammy.”
“And then what happened?”
“At base they take what’s left of my carcass -- it’s pretty awful looking -- and they just stick it in a bag. They take Wayne up to the hospital and I followed him.”
“You followed Wayne?”
“I did!”
“Not your body, but Wayne?”
“Yeah. I was afraid. I didn’t know what was gonna happen to him. I couldn’t just let him think that it was his fault. It’s not his fault.” “He thinks it is.” “I know.”
“You heard him a few minutes ago?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve been hearing him right regular for the last ten years.”
“When did you enter Wayne?”
“When he was in the hospital. He’s out. They’re keeping him out. All he was doing was just screaming anyway. He’s not making a lot of sense. They tried sending a shrink in there to talk to him, but he won’t talk about it. He won’t talk about it at all. It’s gonna be OK though. Me and the guys are gonna help.”
 “All four of you go in?”
“Yeah. Been there ever since.”
  This incredible dialogue is taken from the actual transcript between a therapist and his client. The implication is that a Vietnam veteran named Wayne, brought four of his dead buddies back to the States with him. All four of these personalities were somehow incorporated into Wayne’s memories. And in some fashion, the thoughts, dreams and nightmares of those four dead men became Wayne’s. In Hendin and Haas’ book, Wounds of War, numerous Vietnam veterans describe their dreams and nightmares -- dreams and nightmares very similar to that of Wayne’s. In considerable detail, the authors write that veterans “mourn for friends who have died, but they also mourn for what they have lost themselves, and often perceive themselves as having died in combat.” [emphasis added] One of their patients said that “he recurrently dreamed that he was back in Vietnam and someone would sneak up behind him and cut his throat. Periodically, he would be overcome with a desire to end his life and had made several suicide attempts. He had no idea why he sometimes became suicidal.”
Yet another veteran suffering from PTSD had nightmares in which he would see himself in combat fatigues, lying dead in a coffin draped by an American flag, while members of his family, including his wife and sister, would be seated around the coffin, crying. Other therapists such as J. O. Brende and I. L. McCann have reported on one veteran who claimed that since his return, something had changed inside of him. “Something was locked up within me.” [emphasis added] One veteran was preoccupied with friends who had died in an ambush. He dreamed of them frequently, but when he did, it was as if they were not dead. In another vet’s recurring nightmare, he would be turning over the bodies of soldiers who had been killed, and one of the bodies would turn out to be his own. Invariably the dream image involved finding his own body and sensing that part of him had died in Vietnam.
  Hendin and Haas noted that “this theme has a striking parallel with many Vietnam veterans with post-traumatic stress whose words and lives express a sense that their survival in combat is an illusion and that they have in reality died in the war.” [emphasis added]
  The conclusion seems tantalizingly easy. Perhaps there is a kernel of truth in the nightmares wherein the memory of dying is a real, actual memory. In other words, in some form or another the memories of a deceased personality who has died still continues to reside in a living person. The possibility is best described by a veteran who continually relived the experience of being shot by a Vietcong woman, felt the impact of the bullets, fell backward, and died. Hendin and Haas have noted that in many of the episodes where the veteran relived the experience, the vet seemed to “dissociate from his present life. He was absorbed with the death of his friends in combat, Vietnamese civilians, enemy soldiers, and his own sense of having died.” [emphasis added] After his tour, he wrote [taken from Wounds of War]:
  “Even dead men. Ours and theirs -- reside inside,rotting in my head.”
  Can we interpret the words in this poem in a literal fashion? Do they mean precisely what they say? Are many cases of PTSD but instances of the personalities of deceased individuals somehow incorporating themselves into living individuals, and thereafter residing within the mind of that living person? Hendin and Haas describe one veteran’s recurrent nightmare in which the vet “would be shot and killed, but he would be like a spirit outside of his body looking at what happened.” [emphasis added] If this description sounds like Jim’s account, or like the tens of thousands of individuals who have had a near-death experience and lived to tell about it, perhaps there is something very significant here. In near-death experiences, for example, individuals often report leaving their physical bodies and/or viewing it from a vantage point outside of their bodies. Often this vantage point is above the physical body remains -- just as in Jim’s description. With remarkable consistency, subjects describe a total cessation of pain, and often an intense feeling of peace and calm. Many are pulled very rapidly through a dark space, typically described as a tunnel, cylinder, cave, enclosure, or valley (i.e., “the valley of the shadow of death”). In their out-of-body state, they may become aware that their spiritual body lacks solidity, that physical objects appear to move though them with ease, and that they are unable to grasp any object or person that they try to touch. The spiritual body is reported as weightless, while the person describes sensations of floating or drifting. Many subjects involved in a near-death experience report being surrounded by a brilliant, guiding Light. The Light is invariably sensed as being quite bright, but never to the point of being uncomfortable for viewing. Once in the presence of the Light, any feelings of loneliness are replaced by remarkable feelings of peace, tranquillity, and intense happiness. Many subjects sense the presence of a close friend or relative, or in some cases a religious figure of importance to the subject. Communications with those entities in the Light is a direct, unimpeded transfer of thoughts, with no possibility of misunderstandings.
  George Gallup, Jr. of Gallup Poll fame has reported in Adventures in Immortality, that five percent of the United States adult population have had near-death experiences. Well-established medical doctors, psychologists, theologians, cardiologists, social scientists and researchers such as Cobb, Crookall, Savage, Hyslop, Richet, Moody, Kubler-Ross, Sabom, Lundahl, Gabbard, Twenlow, and a host of others have compiled an extensive and varied library of professional journal articles, research papers, and extensively researched books on the subject of near-death experiences. The validity and reality of these experiences are no longer in question by rational, open-minded individuals who have studied the subject. (But this does not assume that all who write on the subject -- both pro and con -- are necessarily “rational, open-minded individuals who have studied the subject”.  
  By implication, one can take the reality of near-death experiences -- along with the equally significant research from deathbed experiences -- and their combined description of what lies beyond and one can begin to grasp the immediate aftermath of death. Instead of the hell and damnation some would have us believe, human beings, as they encounter the life transition known as death, find themselves without pain, at peace, and surrounded by a warm and nurturing Light. Friends, relatives and religious figures may be there to welcome -- literally welcome -- the transiting soul into the Light (which may be simply another name for Heaven).
  The extensive research in the area has also brought to light [pardon the pun] the apparent reality of spirit attachment -- wherein the spirits from once-living human beings somehow attach to a living human being. Just as in the case of Jim, Tom, Jeff, and Sammy -- who having been killed in combat, their spirits left their physical bodes, and thereafter attached to their friend, Wayne; their buddy who had survived the war in Vietnam -- spirits from deceased individuals do not always go into the Light upon their death. In effect these spirits or souls, take an unfortunate detour from the Light, and for whatever reason find themselves “earthbound”. Instead of going into the Light, they remain in transition.
  One of the most knowledgeable therapists and researcher in the field of earthbound spirits and spirit attachment is William J. Baldwin, Ph.D. He has described in detail much of what is currently known about the subject of spirit attachment and its symptoms:“The emotions and feelings connected with a sudden, traumatic death can become the force which binds a spirit to the earth plane. Anger, fear, jealously, resentment, guilt, remorse, even strong ties of love, can interfere with the normal transition. Confusion and disbelief concerning religion and spirituality can prevent the spirit from moving into the Light. Obsession with food or sex can detain a spirit as well, and thereafter finds that it must attach to someone in order to indulge its needs through the physical sense of a living being. Drug and alcohol habituation exert a powerful hold on a being, even after death, and these appetites can only be satisfied by attaching to a person who already uses the substances, or can be induced to use them.
  “A discarnate spirit may attach itself to anyone who is available and open for whatever reason. The choice may be completely random. It may occur because of close physical proximity to a person at the time of death. Victims of an air crash, or fatal automobile accident, for example, can be drawn to a bystander who is deeply compassionate or sympathetic. One who dies in a hospital of a condition with certain symptoms, may be attracted to another patient with similar symptoms.
  “The disembodied consciousness seems to attach itself and merge with the consciousness of a living person, exerting full or partial control over the mental as well as the physical body. The physical, mental, and emotional conditions that characterized the entity when it was alive, may be imposed on the host. The attached spirits may not cause noticeable symptoms, but will use the energy of the person. In some cases, the only indication of an attachment is chronic fatigue. However, in cases of very recent attachment, personality changes may occur. Physical appetites for food, sex, alcohol, and drugs can increase dramatically. Personal behavior and attitudes may change quite noticeably. Symptoms of physical ailments may suddenly appear. The voice and even facial features and appearance can change dramatically. A victim of this phenomenon can be totally amnesiac about episodes of complete takeover.
  “Physical sensations and symptoms, in the absence of a medically sound cause, can indicate an attached entity. These sensations often move about in the body. A subject may report hearing voices, originating outside of themselves or from within, and have no other psychotic symptoms or behavior. Dreams or spontaneous visual images of faces, sometimes grotesque and frightening, may indicate the presence of such an entity. Severe stress may cause susceptibility to the influence of an intrusive spirit. Personality changes after surgery or accident, the sudden onset of drug or alcohol usage, inappropriate speech and behavior patterns, may signal the newly formed attachment of a discarnate being.”
  The good news is that earthbound entities, even those attached to other living beings, can be released and sent into the Light. In what is referred to as Spirit Releasement Therapy, attached spirits are counseled, healed, and guided into the Light. In effect, the normal transition procedures associated with death are reinstituted. For example, it is generally believed by investigators and researchers in the field, that when an individual dies, spirit helpers and guides are there to meet the soul consciousness after the death of the physical body. Unfortunately, strong feelings and emotions, those often accompanying drug related, violent, or untimely deaths, seem to block the connection necessary for a soul to be guided into the Light. Lack of religious beliefs, or strong incorrect thought forms regarding the afterlife, can also prevent contact. The spirit helpers simply can’t be seen. In many case, the person who has died is not even aware of that fact. They end up groping about, experiencing confusion and frustration, and ultimately do not make the transition into the Light. It is these spirits -- such as Jim and others -- who in their confusion and lack of understanding, do not complete the transition of death and are thus unable to find the Light on their own.
  The solution is to resolve the strong emotional feelings of the attached spirits, and acquaint them with an awareness of their own condition. Ultimately, this will allow them to see the spirit guides and helpers. Once that occurs, the attached spirits can then complete their transition into the Light.
  This kind of “therapy” has been practiced for centuries. It is indirectly recognized by the Catholic Church, where Catholic theology has long recognized the reality of people being earthbound for a variety of reasons. The Church’s response has been to pray for the deceased, conduct masses for the dead, perform last rites, and include usually the sacrament of reconciliation and communion.
  But often, such rites are insufficient, or are provided too late for the earthbound and attached entities. Often, these entities simply do not hear or see. Instead, a specific therapeutic session is required, such that each attached entity -- and there is often more than one attached spirit for each sufferer of PTSD and related conditions -- can be individually counseled and led into the Light. One at a time, the attached entities can be counseled and released, until the living patient is completely clear. Incredibly, often a single therapeutic session is required for releasing all of the attached entities. Some will, even after reading this passage, catch on or begin to understand, look up for the Light, find it, and quickly and easily move on. The results can be dramatic to say the least.
  Earlier, we included material from an actual transcript of a Vietnam veteran suffering from PTSD. In the process of hypnosis, the therapist, Dr. Baldwin, talked to several entities, including four of the G.I.’s friends, a Klu Klux Klan member (attached to one black G.I.), and a Vietnamese boy. The therapist was told about “several” Viet Cong, a baby, and “several others”, all residing within one living person. By the end of the session, the therapist had sent all of the attached spirits into the Light. In a subsequent visit to his therapist, the veteran reported that he no longer was having any symptoms of PTSD. Several other Vietnam veterans who were victims of PTSD have found similar relief.
   The idea that PTSD may be spirit-attachment in some cases is no doubt incredible. But if spirit-releasement therapy works, not using it because it sounds fanciful and nonscientific would constitute nothing short of malpractice. Surely it is time to try any means necessary to “heal the wounds of war”. At the same time, victims of PTSD stemming from more recent horrors, such as the Oklahoma City bombing disaster, the Twin Towers of New York City and Pentagon suicide attacks, may, in some cases, also be suffering from the same form of spirit attachment; whereby entities of formerly living human beings -- who having died so abruptly and traumatically that they were unable to make the transition into the Light -- attached themselves to another human being. The victims at the time may have been extremely vulnerable to the attachment of these spirits due to their own traumatic reaction to witnessing or being involved in the tragedy.
Whatever the causative trauma of PTSD, it appears that many of these cases may be due to spirit attachment, and that Spirit Releasement Therapy is capable of providing substantial if not complete relief. With the assistant of open-minded, licensed professionals in the medical and psychiatric fields, many of the symptoms of PTSD may be alleviated, and the sufferers of PTSD -- along with their family and friends -- may encounter a long-sought relief from a disabling, chronic problem.

This is a raw version of what soldiers go through in combat and as a result of combat. God Bless them all and God Bless the U.S.A.       theblogmeister

PTSD is a Hidden Killer

  I suffered in silence for over 30 years. The battle raging in my head is a constant one. One that I cannot foresee. I have a different traumatic stress than the ones our military men are getting because of the terrible things they are re-living. I feel for our soldiers who have had to endure the atrocities of war. I am not worthy of being mentioned in the same sentence as those brave men and women. However, we do share a common problem. Learning to deal with the traumatic stresses that, unfortunately, claim the lives of those that cannot bear the burdens.
  My traumatic stress occurred while I was in the military but do not involve combat. I was a medic in a regional hospital on a military base and was asked by a dying man to stop the pain. This patient and I had grown to become great friends. He and his wife, Bunny, had no children and they treated me as one of their own. I had this person on my unit for over six months and grew to love them, both. He was a retired fighter pilot and I would sit in awe of the stories he would tell. Unfortunately, he was dying of cancer and I still, after being warned by the staff, became very close to him and his wife. Then came the day that he asked me if I would do him a great favor. He knew that I would do anything for him. When he asked me to put a stop to the pain I was stunned. I knew exactly what he meant. He wanted me to go against everything I believed and do the opposite of what the Hippocratic Oath says, 'I will do no harm.' I struggled with this request for many weeks. I finally gave in and told him I would help him end his life. The day came, we said goodbye, and with tears rolling down my cheek, I administered a fatal dose of potassium chloride. I immediately left the room. By going against all I believed in it began years of mental torture. He began appearing in my dreams as a demon. I suffered in silence for the next few decades without telling a soul. The nightmares became such a part of my life that I could not function as a normal human being. It took years of therapy after I told a medical professional and medication to have a life that would seem to those outside fairly normal. My life is not a normal one. I still have nightmares involving him and I do not know if it will ever change. I want those that still suffer there is a way to live. I am not saying it is easy, however, it does get easier with time. Please, hang in there. Do not be afraid to talk with someone and get it off you. Life is too precious, live it as best as you can.    theblogmeister

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Silent Killers of Our Military

  They are the casualties of wars you don’t often hear about - soldiers who die of self-inflicted wounds. Little is known about the true scope of suicides among those who have served in the military. But a five-month CBS News investigation discovered data that shows a startling rate of suicide, what some call a hidden epidemic, Chief Investigative Reporter Armen Keteyian reports exclusively. “I just felt like this silent scream inside of me,” said Jessica Harrell, the sister of a soldier who took his own life.
"I opened up the door and there he was," recalled Mike Bowman, the father of an Army reservist.
  "I saw the hose double looped around his neck,” said Kevin Lucey, another military father. "He was gone,” said Mia Sagahon, whose soldier boyfriend committed suicide.
Keteyian spoke with the families of five former soldiers who each served in Iraq - only to die battling an enemy they could not conquer. Their loved ones are now speaking out in their names. They survived the hell that's Iraq and then they come home only to lose their life.Twenty-three-year-old Marine Reservist Jeff Lucey hanged himself with a garden hose in the cellar of this parents’ home - where his father, Kevin, found him.
"There's a crisis going on and people are just turning the other way,” Kevin Lucey said.
   Kim and Mike Bowman’s son Tim was an Army reservist who patrolled one of the most dangerous places in Baghdad, known as Airport Road."His eyes when he came back were just dead. The light wasn't there anymore," Kim Bowman said. Eight months later, on Thanksgiving Day, Tim shot himself. He was 23.

  Diana Henderson’s son, Derek, served three tours of duty in Iraq. He died jumping off a bridge at 27."Going to that morgue and seeing my baby ... my life will never be the same," she said.
  Beyond the individual loss, it turns out little information exists about how widespread suicides are among these who have served in the military. There have been some studies, but no one has ever counted the numbers nationwide."Nobody wants to tally it up in the form of a government total," Bowman said. "Why do the families think that is?
Because they don't want the true numbers of casualties to really be known," Lucey said.
  Sen. Patty Murray, D-Wash., is a member of the Veterans Affairs Committee.
"If you're just looking at the overall number of veterans themselves who've committed suicide, we have not been able to get the numbers,” Murray said. CBS News’ investigative unit wanted the numbers, so it submitted a Freedom of Information Act request to the Department of Defense asking for the numbers of suicides among all service members for the past 12 years.Four months later, they sent CBS News a document, showing that between 1995 and 2007, there were almost 2,200 suicides. That’s 188 last year alone. But these numbers included only “active duty” soldiers.
CBS News went to the Department of Veterans Affairs, where Dr. Ira Katz is head of mental health.
  "There is no epidemic in suicide in the VA, but suicide is a major problem," he said
Why hasn't the VA done a national study seeking national data on how many veterans have committed suicide in this country?"That research is ongoing,” he said.
  So CBS News did an investigation - asking all 50 states for their suicide data, based on death records, for veterans and non-veterans, dating back to 1995. Forty-five states sent what turned out to be a mountain of information. And what it revealed was stunning.In 2005, for example, in just those 45 states, there were at least 6,256 suicides among those who served in the armed forces. That’s 120 each and every week, in just one year. Dr. Steve Rathbun is the acting head of the Epidemiology and Biostatistics Department at the University of Georgia. CBS News asked him to run a detailed analysis of the raw numbers that we obtained from state authorities for 2004 and 2005.
It found that veterans were more than twice as likely to commit suicide in 2005 than non-vets. (Veterans committed suicide at the rate of between 18.7 to 20.8 per 100,000, compared to other Americans, who did so at the rate of 8.9 per 100,000.)
One age group stood out. Veterans aged 20 through 24, those who have served during the war on terror. They had the highest suicide rate among all veterans, estimated between two and four times higher than civilians the same age. (The suicide rate for non-veterans is 8.3 per 100,000, while the rate for veterans was found to be between 22.9 and 31.9 per 100,000.)
  "Wow! Those are devastating," said Paul Sullivan, a former VA analyst who is now an advocate for veterans rights from the group Veterans For Common Sense."Those numbers clearly show an epidemic of mental health problems," he said.
“We are determined to decrease veteran suicides," Dr. Katz said.“One hundred and twenty a week. Is that a problem?” Keteyian asked.“You bet it’s a problem,” he said.
Is it an epidemic?“Suicide in America is an epidemic, and that includes veterans,” Katz said.
  Sen. Murray said the numbers CBS News uncovered are significant: “These statistics tell me we've really failed people that served our country."Do these numbers serve as a wake-up call for this country?“If these numbers don't wake up this country, nothing will,” she said. “We each have a responsibility to the men and women who serve us aren't lost when they come home."

  These young men and women we are sending to deserts in the mid-east are dying, not from terrorist EID's, of even from gunfire that is being rained upon us by people that we do not know if they are friend of someone that hates Americans who would love more to see our military dragged trough the streets as they did in Somalia.
  We are losing our youth by not giving them the proper mental health therapy they deserve. I know what it is like to have a demon haunting my dreams. We have to do better if we want to keep those brave soldiers, who risked their lives, so we could bitch and moan about why we do not like consolidating schools. Thank God for the men and women in uniform and God Bless the USA!     theblogmeister






There are two issues for me are the most important issues that we face, today. The first is suicides in our military and the other is near death experiences or commuting with those from the other side. These are the two topics that I most write about in my blog.
  This story was written by Spenser Ackerman and it is a story that must be told.


  Citizen soldiers are killing themselves at record rates, the Army announced on Wednesday. Last year, 145 Army Reservists and National Guardsmen committed suicide, compared with 65 suicide deaths across the entire Guard and Reserves in 2009. Worse, Army leaders aren’t entirely sure what’s caused the increase. Gen. Peter Chiarelli, the Army’s deputy chief of staff and its point person on suicide prevention, told reporters at the Pentagon that there were 343 suicides amongst active and reserve soldiers, Army civilians and family members last year. The number of active-duty suicides in 2010, 156, declined by 6 from 2009, indicating what Chiarelli called the “modest success” of Army suicide-prevention efforts. But 101 Guardsmen took their lives last year, an increase of 53 from 2009, as did 44 reservists, an increase of 12.

The stress rates don’t appear to be linked to going to war, though. About half of National Guardsmen who committed suicide last year never deployed, said Maj. Gen. Raymond Carpenter, the acting head of the National Guard; fewer than half of Army Reservists did, according to Reserve chief Lt. Gen. Jack Stultz.
  In the aggregate, the economy is another x-factor. While Chiarelli said that the Employer Support to the Guard and Reserve had to help identify links between persistent unemployment and self-destructive behavior, only about 15 percent of National Guardsmen who committed suicide in 2010 didn’t have a job.
As best as the three generals can determine, romantic troubles are a high contributing factor to the reservist suicide increase. But none were willing to attribute the rise to any single factor. “If you think you know the one thing that causes people to commit suicide, please let us know, because we don’t,” Chiarelli said.
  Access to suicide-prevention efforts for non-active duty soldiers remains a problem. The fact that reservists only spend a small portion of their time outside of call-up on Army bases or with their units means that they can’t always get access to the suite of services the Army’s set up for dealing with emotional stress. Not all know about the online Comprehensive Soldier Fitness exam that seeks to build what Chiarelli calls “resilience” from emotional difficulty. All three generals pledged to push reservist commanders and senior enlisted officers to check in on their units more often and called on community groups and family members to help recognize and combat the warning signs of suicide — especially the abuse of prescription drugs.
  The military has noticed a recent spike in prescription drug usage in both troops and their families, particularly for anti-anxiety and depression medication. It’s also experimented with a variety of post-traumatic stress relievers, from yoga and “bioenergy” to online counseling. A new “virtual PTSD experience” based in Second Life launched just today. While not all post-traumatic stress is combat stress, the apparent lack of a link between deployments and reservist suicide rates call into question whether tools like those are what citizen-soldiers need to overcome their hardships.
  Chiarelli said a key focus for the Army — active and reserve — would be to remove any stigma surrounding mental health treatment. He noted that 35,000 Americans are estimated to have committed suicide in 2010, meaning the Army accounts for less than 1 percent of last year’s suicide deaths.


If you have had a son or daughter in the military who have committed suicide I just want to take this time to tell you that you child was a hero. Thank you and I hope God blesses you in the future.    theblogmeister





The Living Speaks With The Dead

This is another example of what a care givers, one that sits with elderly patients, believes about communicating with loved ones that have crossed that realm to a new dimension. You can believe what you choose. I am just giving you another example of the phenomenon of the living communicating with the dead.

  When people are approaching death - maybe weeks, even months sometimes - it's not uncommon for them to experience dead relatives coming to visit. The husband who died years before. Mom and Dad visiting an 88-year-old daughter. People with Alzheimer's and other dementia also have these visitors.
  For family members, who may not know or be involved with other elders as they are with their own parents, can be really upset by these dead visitors. However, there's no need to be upset. They're just passing visitors, or visitations, or waking dreams or - you decide. One thing they are NOT is crazy. They're not even unusual manifestations.
They're so usual that someone like myself, who spends a fair amount of time being with elders who are dying, or going to get there, are familiar with the phenomenon. Ask any hospice nurses - they'll tell you the same.
Now I don't really even try to define what the phenomenon is, because how would I know - other than that these are normal around-dying events. People are very comforted by these visits.
  I have a dear friend of 92 who was seriously ill in hospital, from which she recovered - thank goodness. When she returned home, she told me her late husband had been sitting in the chair beside her bed the whole time.
So should I have called in the psych nurses? Told her doctor she was crazy? Phoned for the exorcist to drop round to her house? Of course not. If you spend time with the dying, you'll find they often have these experiences and are happy to share them. I'm happy to hear about them I'm happy they still feel so in touch with those who loved them. I happy to hear that the continuing spirits of those who have left their bodies come to help and comfort the living who may soon join them.
  I neither believe nor disbelieve in their experiences. I don't have to, because they're not my experiences and furthermore, they are clearly helpful, spiritually uplifting and loving experiences, so what the heck?
  I'm always amazed that people who purport to be practicing Christians, a religion in which life after death is a big feature, get bent out of shape by accounts of these experiences.
And they do. They get upset, they want Mom medicated out of her visitations - weird huh? It's as if they just can't handle that there may actually be life after death. Me> I'm cool with people's accounts of their experiences.
  There's hardly a culture or religion in the whole world not familiar with such accounts. visitations, experiences. But in the USA, oh my! Actually, in my experiences of talking with a lot of Americans about a lot of personal lives, I find that these around-death experiences probably touch about 70 percent of everyone. They're just afraid to talk about them in case we think they're nuts. Isn't that sad?
  So, my dears, if Mom tells you Grandma and Grandpa came to see her - and you know they've been dead for 50 years - don't be spooked. Just smile and nod and be glad that her heart, her mind, her spirit, the drugs or your grandparents, are supporting at a time of greatest need for such visits.
Remember, dead relatives coming to visit - that's normal.


  I have had many relations with those that have crossed to the other realm. This is someone else's perspective.    theblogmeister

Friday, March 11, 2011

Death's Second and Most Traumatic Visit

 At the age of fifteen I had already experienced the death of someone that was close. It was now time, once again at age fifteen, for me to lose someone that was as close to me as a brother. His name was Lance Prater and his death changed me, forever.
  In 1974, my Mother was a nurse at the local hospital working on the same floor that my grandmother was a patient. I had decided that I was going to become a doctor, so, I spent as much time at the hospital as the staff would allow. As I was standing at the window of my grandmother's room I heard the sound of an ambulance siren. My pulse became a little faster in anticipation of the arrival of the ambulance. When I got a glimpse of the flashing lights of the ambulance, out the door I flew. I found my Mom and told her that I was headed to the ER to see the medics bring in their patient. My Mom told me to stay out of the staff's way as I was a regular at the ER when an ambulance approached. The ER Nurse knew my Mother and my interest in medicine and tolerated my visits because I stayed out of the way and knew when to stay away from the patients and their families. I had seen numerous patients being brought in and had some of the staff even giving me lessons on basic emergency medicine. They thought it great that I was showing such an interest in medicine at such an early age. This ambulance call would be the last one I would see for quiet a while because of the people involved. I came out of the elevators and made a quick right down the hall to the ER department when I saw my football coach walk in with the front of his shirt covered in blood. Confusion had set in because several more people came in and I knew them all. I hit the button that opened the door to the rear staff entrance and saw a gurney with a body, lying face down, completely covered in a sheet, being wheeled into a room. I knew, from my experience, that it was serious to be put in a room. If a patient came in as a non life threatening issue the staff usually put the patient in cubicles, separated by a curtain. One person rolled the patient in the room and immediately came back out of the room. This was not good. I exited the ER the same way I went in and walked around to the ER waiting room. It was filled with many of my classmates from school and the brother and Mother of my best friend. I mean we were close. If he was not at my house , then I was at his, most of the time. I saw Lance's Mom, his brother, and the hospital chaplain, along with many others from our school. A couple of the ER nurses were getting Doug, Lances brother, taking him to one of the cubicles to get checked out." Where was Lance?" I was asking myself. Then I started to think about the body the staff had put in the room and left him there. I saw another classmate and asked him if he knew what was happening. He said that Doug had been going too fast down 4th ave. in Glencoe and lost control of his car. He did not know who was in the car other than Doug. Then another ambulance pulled in and the medics brought in Wayne, another friend from the same grade. He was in a lot of pain, so, I could not get any information out of him. "Who else, was in that car?" I knew there was someone that did not make it because all the staff was treating Doug and Wayne. I left the waiting area and enter the rear staff entrance where the body was being kept. I had to know who that person was. I opened the door and went inside and it was eerily quiet. His blue socks were sticking out from under the sheets, facing downward. I was scared to death. I walked over to the head of the bed. The sheet that was covering the body was soaked with blood at the head of the bed. A lot of blood. I found the nerve to raise up the sheet and quickly backed away, almost falling. I could see enough of his face to tell it was Lance. The Parietal and Occipital region of his skull was crushed. I could see brain matter lying across the back of his neck. I could not move. I stood there with my mouth open and my mind was telling me to run like hell but I could not move. I have no idea how long I stood there when I heard Lance tell me to tell his Mother that he was in a good place. I could not be sure if the sound came from the room or inside my head. It was very clear and unmistakable, "Tell my Mother that I am in a good place." It was lance's voice but after seeing what I had just seen I knew the sound did not come from the body under the sheet. Then I heard, "Will you do that?" Again, very clear and from where it came, I do not know. I said, crying over and over, yes, yes, yes, when my Mom's friend, the ER nurse walked into the door and grabbed me and turned me toward the door and escorted me to the seventh floor, where my Mom was working. I was taken to the nurses lounge and my Dad picked me up some time later. The next several weeks were a blur. Once again, I was a messenger for someone from the other side. I have never forgot those times and now, I have a son named Lance.       theblogmeister

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Death's First Visit

  Having had the experience with near death, saving the life of my Mother, it was time for death to impact my life. Five years after the experience of cheating death the angel of death showed me the way a life is taken. It was not a stranger that died in the summer of 1974, it happened twice to personal relationships. The first happened to a good friend's father. Randy, who at the age of fifteen was a close friend that had a Mother and Father old enough to be his grandparents. Randy was a mistake when he was born. When I say mistake I mean that his parents did not plan to have a child in their 'golden years.' Randy had a nephew that was older than him. Anyway, Randy, his Father, brother-in-law and I, were shrimping in the Mobile Bay. Harvey, Randy's Father, Hinky, the brother-in-law, Randy, and myself had been out on the bay for several hours when Randy decided he was ready to go back to his Sister's house. Harvey, Hinky, not his real name, and I was not ready to give it up. Arrangements were made for Randy to be picked up at the marina so we could finish shrimping. We stayed another two hours before we decided we better quit before fish and game stopped us and found out we were way over the limit for non-commercial shrimping. As we were putting the boat up on the trailer I looked over at Harvey standing up against the truck. He had a far away look in his eyes. After cranking the boat up against the trailer stop and locking it down I looked over to get Harvey to help me but he was not standing where he was a few minutes ago. I jumped down off the trailer and saw Harvey lying on his back with an abrasion over his left eye. I ran over to him and I knew immediately that something was terribly wrong. I started yelling for Hinky when a woman from the next slip over came to help Harvey. She started CPR and someone called an ambulance. I later learned that the woman was a registered nurse. I knew without a doubt that he was dead. He was. It was rough on Randy's whole family. Seeing what the nurse had done gave me the desire to go into medicine. I was fascinated with seeing what the nurse was doing to try and defeat death. I had found my calling. That desire would be questioned the following October when an event happened that rocked my world.   to be cont.......   theblogmeister

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Personal Visits From Beyond

  I want to first of all state emphatically that I do not presume to possess any psychic ability. However, things have happened to me as early as 11 years old that defy logical explanation. My first experience with the other world happened, as I said, when I was 11 years old. I come from a family of 5 kids. There are only 4 of us left after the passing of my brother in 1989. My first other world, I say this because it cannot be explained in the world we live in, experience happened in 1969 at the age of eleven. My three brothers and I were walking across the field to catch the school bus. I had a younger sister, that was three years old, and my Mother at our home on that morning. As my three brothers and I were waiting on the bus I was overcome with a strong sense of doom. At that age I had no understanding of my exact feelings I just knew that I needed to go back home. It was like a voice inside my head that told me what I had to do. It was so strong I knew I had to go back. After some threats and warnings of a butt whipping from my brothers I turned and headed back home. Half way home the bus stopped to pick up my brothers and away it went. I walked into the house and immediately began trying to answer my Moms questions and give her a viable reason that I chose not to go to school. For fear of sounding crazy I did not tell my Mom of the overwhelming feeling I had and the voice inside my head telling me to go home. My Mom had no way to take me to school because we owned one vehicle that was in use at that time by my Dad and his job. After my mom settled down my sister and I began to watch TV. She was the only one glad that I skipped school, at that time. I was a little edgy because I seemed to be waiting for the reason I was told to come home. I did not have to wait very long. I went to ask my Mom something and found her on the floor in her bedroom, lying on her back clutching her chest. She was in so much distress that she could not talk. I immediately ran to the phone to call the plant where my Dad worked. The plant operator, after I told her that I needed Charles Riley and it was an emergency, she asked me what extension. We had the phone number of where my Dad worked and other important numbers in a place that all of us knew. The one thing that I did not know was the extension of his department. When the operator asked, without hesitation, I told her extension 36. My Dad was immediately on the phone and after telling him the situation he and an ambulance arrived at about the same time. The next day my Mother was in Birmingham having quadruple bypass heart surgery. There is not a doubt in my mind that if I had not been there my Mom would have died. That is a lot for an eleven year old to grasp. I told mt Dad why I was at home when I should have been at school. He told me that God used me to save my Mom. That made it even harder for me to grasp. Why did he, if it was God, choose me. I believe in God, however, I do not think it was God telling me to go back home. It may have been a spiritual entity doing God's work. I do not know. I struggled with this for many years. I am definitely grateful that my Mom's life was spared but the lingering wonder of it all has never left me. I can't explain how an entity can put information into someones head to use for a specific purpose. That is exactly what happened. I cannot tell you, to this day, why me. It was the beginning of some more other world experiences. Some of them were good and some were evil. I wish it was not me.      theblogmeister

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Dreams I'll Never See


  To get a complete understanding of my situation you will need to go back to the beginning of my stories. My situation is a unique one, in that I have not read very many that are similar to mine. What happened to me made a profound impact in my life. For years, I self-medicated to deal with the pain of my experiences. The visitations have not stopped but the frequency has subsided. I comb the Internet to look for stories like mine. So far, no luck. When I do find a story that is interesting I publish it, here. I hope I am not violating any copyright infringement laws. What are they gonna do? The reason I  am so passionate about these writings is because every family member I have lost has come to visit me. I do not know why, I am not a palm reader or a Shamus. I was normal until that one visit was not a pleasant experience. It is the one demon that visits me on a regular basis. I ask, why me? The answer has to be that I was the reason of his death. I interrupted the cycle, I suppose. Whatever the reason, I am a changed man. This story is from an elderly caregiver. You decide.
                                                                                             For family members, who may not know or be involved with other elders as they are with their own parents, can be really upset by these dead visitors. However, there's no need to be upset. They're just passing visitors, or visitations, or waking dreams or - you decide. One thing they are NOT is crazy. They're not even unusual manifestations.
They're so usual that someone like myself, who spends a fair amount of time being with elders who are dying, or going to get there, are familiar with the phenomenon. Ask any hospice nurses - they'll tell you the same.
Now I don't really even try to define what the phenomenon is, because how would I know - other than that these are normal around-dying events. People are very comforted by these visits.
I have a dear friend of 92 who was seriously ill in hospital, from which she recovered - thank goodness. When she returned home, she told me her late husband had been sitting in the chair beside her bed the whole time.
So should I have called in the psych nurses? Told her doctor she was crazy? Phoned for the exorcist to drop round to her house? Of course not. If you spend time with the dying, you'll find they often have these experiences and are happy to share them. I'm happy to hear about them I'm happy they still feel so in touch with those who loved them. I happy to hear that the continuing spirits of those who have left their bodies come to help and comfort the living who may soon join them.
I neither believe nor disbelieve in their experiences. I don't have to, because they're not my experiences and furthermore, they are clearly helpful, spiritually uplifting and loving experiences, so what the heck?
  I'm always amazed that people who purport to be practicing Christians, a religion in which life after death is a big feature, get bent out of shape by accounts of these experiences.
And they do. They get upset, they want Mom medicated out of her visitations - weird huh? It's as if they just can't handle that there may actually be life after death. Me> I'm cool with people's accounts of their experiences.
  There's hardly a culture or religion in the whole world not familiar with such accounts visitations, experiences. But in the USA, oh my! Actually, in my experiences of talking with a lot of Americans about a lot of personal lives, I find that these around-death experiences probably touch about 70 percent of everyone. They're just afraid to talk about them in case we think they're nuts. Isn't that sad?
  So, my dears, if Mom tells you Grandma and Grandpa came to see her - and you know they've been dead for 50 years - don't be spooked. Just smile and nod and be glad that her heart, her mind, her spirit, the drugs or your grandparents, are supporting at a time of greatest need for such visits.


Once again, I ask you to scroll on my page and you will see dates. Go back and read when I first started documenting these visits. I kept all this to myself for over 30 years for fear of prosecution and being labeled a 'crazy'. You will find some startling stories and you be the judge.  Thanks               theblogmeister

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Troop Deaths Double In Afghan Surge



.KABUL -- The number of U.S. troops killed in Afghanistan has roughly doubled in the first three months of 2010 compared to the same period last year as Washington has added tens of thousands of additional soldiers to reverse the Taliban's momentum.

Those deaths have been accompanied by a dramatic spike in the number of wounded, with injuries more than tripling in the first two months of the year and trending in the same direction based on the latest available data for March.
U.S. officials have warned that casualties are likely to rise even further as the Pentagon completes its deployment of 30,000 additional troops to Afghanistan and sets its sights on the Taliban's home base of Kandahar province, where a major operation is expected in the coming months.
  "We must steel ourselves, no matter how successful we are on any given day, for harder days yet to come," Adm. Mike Mullen, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, said at a briefing last month.
In total, 57 U.S. troops were killed here during the first two months of 2010 compared with 28 in January and February of last year, an increase of more than 100 percent, according to Pentagon figures compiled by The Associated Press. At least 20 American service members have been killed so far in March, an average of about 0.8 per day, compared to 13, or 0.4 per day, a year ago.
  The steady rise in combat deaths has generated less public reaction in the United States than the spike in casualties last summer and fall, which undermined public support in the U.S. for the 8-year-old American-led mission here. Fighting traditionally tapers off in Afghanistan during winter months, only to peak in the summer.
After a summer marked by the highest monthly death rates of the war, President Barack Obama faced serious domestic opposition over his decision in December to increase troops in Afghanistan, with only about half the American people supporting the move. But support for his handling of the war has actually improved since then, despite the increased casualties.
  The latest Associated Press-GfK poll at the beginning of March found that 57 percent of those surveyed approved his handling of the war in Afghanistan compared to 49 percent two months earlier. The poll surveyed 1,002 adults nationwide and had a margin of error of plus or minus 4.2 percentage points.
Michael O'Hanlon, a foreign policy expert at the Brookings Institution, said the poll results could partly be a reaction to last month's offensive against the Taliban stronghold of Marjah in Helmand province, which the Obama administration painted as the first test of its revamped counterinsurgency strategy.
  Some 10,000 U.S., NATO and Afghan forces seized control of the farming community of about 80,000 people while suffering relatively few deaths. But the Taliban continue to plant bombs at night and intimidate the locals, and the hardest part of the operation is yet to come: building an effective local government that can win over the loyalty of the people.
"My main thesis ... is that Americans can brace themselves for casualties in war if they consider the stakes high enough and the strategy being followed promising enough," O'Hanlon said. "But such progress in public opinion is perishable, if not right away then over a period of months, if we don't sustain the new momentum."
  A rise in the number of wounded - a figure that draws less attention than deaths - shows that the Taliban remain a formidable opponent.
The number of U.S. troops wounded in Afghanistan and three smaller theaters where there isn't much battlefield activity rose from 85 in the first two months of 2009 to 381 this year, an increase of almost 350 percent. A total of 50 U.S. troops were wounded last March, an average of 1.6 per day. In comparison, 44 were injured during just the first six days of March this year, an average of 7.3 per day.
The increase in casualties was partly driven by the higher number of troops in Afghanistan in 2010. American troops rose from 32,000 at the beginning of last year to 68,000 at the end of the year, an increase of more than 110 percent.
"We've got a massive influx of troops, we have troops going into areas where they have not previously been and you have a reaction by an enemy to a new force presence," said NATO spokesman Lt. Col. Todd Breasseale.
  The troop numbers have continued to rise in 2010 in line with the recent surge. Defense Secretary Robert Gates said Thursday that a third of the additional forces, or 10,000 troops, are already in Afghanistan. They plan to have all 30,000 troops in the country before the end of the year.
  U.S. officials have said they plan to use many of the additional forces to reassert control in Kandahar province, where the insurgents have slowly taken territory over the past few years in an effort to boost their influence over Kandahar city, the largest metropolis in the south and the Taliban's former capital.
  Many analysts believe the Kandahar operation will be much more difficult than the recent Marjah offensive because of the greater dispersion of Taliban forces, the urban environment in Kandahar city and the complex political and tribal forces at work in the province.
  The goal of both operations is to put enough pressure on the Taliban to force them to the negotiating table to work out a political settlement to end the war - a process the U.S. believes will only gain momentum once the militant group has lost traction on the battlefield.
"Until they transition to that mode, then we will have fighters ready to take shots at us and plant IEDs (improvised explosive devices)," said Lt. Col. Calvert Worth Jr., commanding officer of the 1st Battalion, 6th Marines Regiment in central Marjah.

It was not that long ago that the Russian military were beaten by the Afghan's, only because the Afghan's were receiving help from the CIA. They have been fighting over there for hundreds of years. What makes us think that we can change that? Just bring our boys home.     theblogmeister

Friday, March 4, 2011

Making it Back Home; For What?

One of the most heart wrenching stories I have read is stories of veterans, after surviving the horrors of war, are dealing with the traumatic events that they did not know was as deadly as an enemies bullets. PTSD has become an epidemic in our armed forces and the result of this disorder, left untreated, can be as dangerous as the war itself. Larry Shaughnessy, a CNN contributor, wrote this article about some soldiers in Ft. Hood Tx.

Four soldiers from the Fort Hood base apparently killed themselves. "This is a very tragic situation." the base commander stated.
There have been 14 other suicides at Fort Hood this year
The base is also the site of the worst shooting on a military base in decades
Four soldiers from Fort Hood, Texas died over the week. In all four cases, it appears the soldiers, all decorated veterans from the wars in Iraq or Afghanistan, took their own lives, according to Christopher Haug, a Fort Hood spokesman.
If confirmed as suicides, it would be on top of 14 other suicides on the base this year. Base officials called a news conference for Wednesday afternoon to discuss the problem of suicides at the huge base in central Texas.
"Every one of these is tragic," said Maj. Gen. William Grimsley, the post commander. "It's personally and professionally frustrating as a leader."
Grimsley did not announce any major action or response during the news conference. "I don't think there is a simple answer," he said.
  The recent spate of incidents, began Friday Sept. 24 when the body of Pvt. Antonio E. Heath, 24, of Warren, New York, was found in Temple, Texas, the victim of a gunshot wound. Heath was deployed to Iraq for most of 2009 and earned a number of medals including the Army Commendation Medal.
  The next day, Master Sgt. Baldemar Gonzales, 39, of Victoria, Texas was found dead in his residence on Fort Hood. During his service he had fought in Operation Desert Storm and Operation Iraqi Freedom. During that time he earned a Bronze Star, a Meritorious Service Medal with one oak leaf cluster, an Army Commendation Medal with four oak leaf clusters as well as numerous other decorations.
  That same day the body of Sgt. Timothy Ryan Rinella, 29, of Chester, Virginia, was found in his home in Copperas Cove, just outside of Fort Hood. He had an "apparent gunshot wound," according to information released by Fort Hood.
  Rinella served three tours of duty in Iraq and one tour in Afghanistan.
And then on Sunday, Sgt. Michael F. Franklin and his wife, Jessie, were found dead of apparent gunshot wounds in their home on the post. The case is being investigated as a murder-suicide. They were the parents of a 6-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son. Franklin served two tours of duty in Iraq in just the past four years, earning an Army Commendation Medal with two oak leaf clusters and several other decorations.
  The entire U.S, military has been focused for years on trying to stop or reduce suicides among service members. At times some have speculated that troops wouldn't seek help for emotional or mental problems because it would stigmatize them in the eyes of their comrades in arms and their commanders.
But that didn't always appear to be the case at Fort Hood this past weekend.
"Early indications are, in at least two of the cases, and I can't speak definitively about the others, a couple had been in counseling for certain things," Grimsley said.
He said the pace of Army operations, caused in large part by fighting two wars simultaneously over many years, may be one "stresser" leading to more suicides.
"We are certainly a busier force as we've ever been in my career, you put those and the other stressors of life, with finances and relationships and everything else, it's a tough life. It is a tough life," he said.
It's yet more violence for Fort Hood, which was the site of the worst shooting on an American military base in decades. On November 5 of last year, a gunman opened fire in a building on the post, killing 12 people and injuring dozens of others. Maj. Nidal Hasan, an Army psychiatrist was shot and paralyzed by police who responded to the incident and is facing murder charges in the case.
Grimsley doesn't see a link between the the suicides and the shooting last year. "I don't draw a correlation, it's clearly in our respective psyches and will be for life. But so are all of the other things that have gone on here."
  The first testimony in Hasan's pre-trial hearing is set to start in two weeks. 


May I make a suggestion with what to do with Maj. Hasan? Give him a Bible, make surer he is in an American uniform, stuff a partially burned copy of the Koran and drop him off in the middle of a Taliban stronghold. Might as well put a sat phone in his pocket so we could listen at him begging before they chop off his head.
  Hopefully, he will get the death penalty so we won't have to pay for 3 hots and a cot for the rest of his coward ass.          I want to welcome Sheila to my blog express. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't, hell, leave me a comment.     theblogmeister


Colobrainyoscopy

  I just read my post about Zappa and I want to explain what happened. I do not want to lose my valued readers, so, I feel I owe you an explanation. I am about to turn 52 years old and my brother was telling me that I needed to get a preventive colonoscopy. Well, I had it done, yesterday, and that is the reason for my crazy post. The doctor must have shoved the black snake so far up my ass that he bumped into my brain. By bumping into the brain it caused my neurotransmitters to get all jumbled up. I'm pretty sure that is what happened. I cannot say for 100% certainty because the nurse gave me some stuff in my I.V. line that was the color and consistency of milk. Is dairy products used as an anesthesia, is the medical profession going green? What ever it was, when she put that stuff in my I.V. I raised my head up from my pillow to tell the nurse that shit burned like hell. Before I could even finish thinking about what I was about to tell her, my head dropped like a stone. Not a little bitty stone. I'm talking about one of those stones those aliens used to build the pyramids in Giza. Now you understand why I said that I could not be certain what, exactly, he shoved up my ass. The only thing I saw, I checked the place out while the nurse went to get some KY, and the only thing I saw in that room, other than an extension cord, which, by the way, is not near stiff enough to make it all the way to my brain, Was a black snake-looking thing about 4 ft. long with stripes on it. I am pretty sure that snake was long enough to reach my brain. The doctor could have brought something in the exam room when he came in. I just don't know. I was at Neverland ranch and the place was blasting Michael Jackson music for some reason. I did not remember even seeing a doctor. Hell, the janitor could have used his mop, for all I know. The one thing that I do know, now this is a little gross and I apologize for not having that crooked M so you won't let young'uns read this, my asshole was barking like a blue tic hound dog for the rest of the day. I appreciate you letting me apologize for the uncharacteristic writings you saw, yesterday, and I will try and do better.  Thanks    theblogmeister

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Melancholy Mind

  I have been having a hard time getting Cornbread off my mind these last few days. When he was in the Air Force and I was a senior in high school I would spend some time with him at his base in Sumter, S.C. On one of our excursions we left Bama headed to Hotlanta to see Frank Zappa live at the fabulous Fox theatre. The Fox is an awesome place to see a live show. It has great acoustics, the reason so many artist recorded live albums there. Yea, I said album. Vinyl. It was a few years ago.
 We had reserved seating in the balcony on the first row. The first row of the balcony almost put you just above the stage. We had a considerable amount of cocaine. C'mon, we were young! Zappa and the Mothers of invention put on one hell of a show. Coming from the sticks in Alabama you would never know that we owned an 8-track tape of Zappa.                                                                                                                 I dreamed I was an Eskimo, The northern winds began to blow. Under my boots and around my toes. The frost had hit the ground below. It was a hundred degrees below zero. My momma cried, Nanook, no no. Don't be a naughty Eskimo. Save your money don't go to the show.Well, I turned around and said, "Oh No." And the northern lights began to glow. She said, "Don't go baby," with a tear in her eye. Watch out where the huskies go and don't you eat that yellow snow. Well, right about that time people, a trader who was strictly from commercial. Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind that igloo and said Peek-a-boo. He started in to whipping on my favorite baby seal, Whop! with a lead-filled snow shoe. He went right up side the head of my favorite baby seal, he went Whop, and he hit him on the nose and on the fin. That got me just about as evil as an Eskimo boy can be so I bent down and I reached down and I scooped up a generous mitten full of the deadly yellow snow crystals and I rubbed it all into his beady little eyes with a bigger circular motion hither unknown to the people in this area but destined to take the place of mythology. Here it goes, now, the circular motion. Rub it! Well he stood up and looked around and you know what he said? "I can't see. I can't see. Oh, woe is me. I can't see."  We go trudging across the tundra, mile after mile until we enter the tiny little Parrish of St. Alfonzo. Yes, indeed here we are. At St. Alfonzo's tiny breakfast. Where I stole the margarine. I saw a handsome Parrish lady, make her entrance like a queen. She was totally senile and her name it was Maurine.    I have to stop, there. I got off on a song by Zappa from the album, Apostrophe. Now I forgot what I was writing about. Oh yea, my brother. Cornbread died March 3, 1989 and my life has not been the same, since. I think about him everyday. Those lyrics were dedicated to you, my brother. Lord knows we laughed a lot at those Zappa 8-tracks. I can't believe that I remembered the lyrics to that song. As you may have noticed that Frank Zappa is a little weird. He named his daughter Moonunit. I think his son's name is Dweisel. The dude claimed he never did any drugs. Yea, right, and we never landed on the moon, it was a stage prop from somewhere in California. Hope you made sense out of what I wrote. If you did, you are smarter than me. I just wanted you all to know what a great guy my brother was. I wish you all the same relationship with your sibling. Alive, of course. I have enjoyed visiting that portion of my brain that catalogues musical lyrics. That has to be the largest part of my brain, of what few brain cells I have left. If this crazy train took your mind off something that is bothering you then that is why I wrote it.  Thanks,   theblogmeister

Free Speech?

  Yesterday was a sad day for the families of our brave soldiers that lost their life in combat. The U.S. Supreme Court ruled 8 to 1 that gives the right for a bunch of inbred deviates that belong to a church in Kansas the green light to stand outside of a fallen soldiers funeral and harass the families during the funeral. You know who I am talking about. Justice Alito wrote the lone dissent and I want him to know that his interpretation of the constitution dealing with free speech is great. He was the only one that had the balls to interpret the inherent right drafted by our forefathers in the proper manner. I do believe that all Americans have the right to protest and have the right of free speech. Those that drafted our constitution must be rolling in their graves. These assholes, I am being kind, travel across the nation just to show the public what evil people, that pretend to be Christians, do at veteran's burial services. I am surprised that they can even find their way out of Kansas. I have a son that is in the military and if he were killed in action and these ingrates showed up at his funeral I promise you that it would be the last time they protest anything. I do not think a jury would convict me for temporary insanity. They sing that God hates America but the fact is they would not live anywhere else. That is what pisses me off. If you, and I am talking to that greaser tree jumping pastor, do not like America then get the hell OUT! What gives you and your idiotic congregation the right to invade the privacy of a grieving family by holding up ridiculous signs and shouting out moronic slogans? To expose your children, and I would not be surprised if you were the father of them all, to disrespectful attitudes of your warped religious beliefs. You, the right reverend Fred Phelps, and all of your lunatic followers will burn in hell. I would like to see you go through a little bit of hell, yourself, that is why I am posting your cell phone number so all of my readers can tell you what kind of dog shit you are. Mr. Phelps cell number is (785) 237-0325. Let us all show Mr. Phelps the disrespect he deserves.      theblogmeister

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

PTSD: The Silent Killer

  PTSD-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a silent killer. It comes in many forms, however, our brave servicemen suffer the most. This article, written by Jason Notte, tells of how this disorder is ravaging our military. These brave men and women suffer in silence and we should not let them do it alone. If you happen to cross paths with one of our brave soldiers tell them how proud we are of their sacrifices. Because of them we are able to speak our mind in a free society. The recent turmoils in the middle east and Northern Africa is the reason I am posting this story.

FORT HELL: Retired Army staff sergeant Andrew Pogany suffered from hallucinations and panic attacks while on active duty in September 2003 — the result, he says, of mandatory medication administered by the military. Since then, 17 of his fellow servicemen from Fort Carson, Colorado, have committed suicide.
  Upon returning from Iraq, 23-year-old Marine Lance Corporal Jeffrey Michael Lucey suffered episodes of such intense war-induced rage that he'd often need to be consoled by his parents, who would rock him back to normalcy in their laps. On July 22, 2004, unable to handle the intensity anymore — the daily vomiting, the feeling that he was a murderer, the fear that none of his military higher-ups even cared — Lucey wrapped a garden hose around his neck in the basement of his family's Belchertown, Massachusetts, home and hanged himself.
  During his last visit to the Northampton VA Medical Center in Leeds for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) — a three-day stint in the hospital's psychiatric ward almost six weeks before he killed himself — Lucey had been prescribed a number of antipsychotic drugs, including Klonopin, Ativan, and Haldol. He was also given warnings that they not be taken with alcohol. Two days after his release, he destroyed his parents' car in an apparent suicide attempt. A little more than a month before he killed himself, say his parents, Kevin and Joyce Lucey, he was refused mental-health treatment by the Department of Veterans Affairs (known as the Veterans Administration until the late 1980s, but still commonly referred to as the VA) because he'd been drinking heavily. The Luceys insist that the VA focused on a symptom (the drinking) instead of the actual cause of his mental deterioration: PTSD.
  In January 2008, the Luceys were awarded a $350,000 settlement from the VA, which admitted no wrongdoing in their son's suicide. This past Thanksgiving, the Luceys were once again left with an empty seat at the table and emptiness in their hearts. A few days before the holiday, they distributed a letter through the non-profit organization Veterans for Common Sense, which used Lucey's story as a cautionary tale for other veterans and their families.
  Another front has opened in the wars being fought by the US military, and it is one for which the Pentagon was as unprepared as it was for the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. The primary (though not the only) enemy is PTSD, and to fight it, US troops are desperately being prescribed a wide array of medicines, from anti-depressants to anti-anxieties. They are also self-medicating in numbers beyond the control of the Department of Defense (DoD) or the VA, and the military has failed to provide adequate long-term treatment and follow-up care. America's troops both in the Iraqi conflict and in the one in Afghanistan are literally fighting their wars on drugs — and a record number of both active troops and discharged veterans are committing suicide.
  Tragic stories like Lucey's are becoming more commonplace. The journal Military Medicine found that, during an 11-month period in 2004, 30 percent of soldiers evaluated by mental-health staff in Iraq said they had considered suicide within the past week. (A DoD intelligence-center report on psychotropic drugs acknowledges this finding.) Of those, almost 64 percent said they had specific plans to kill themselves.
  Four years later, the situation has worsened. The Army announced in January 2009 that its suicide rate hit 138 — or little more than 20 per 100,000 — this past year, which surpassed previous highs of 115 in 2007 and 102 in 2006. (That's also higher than the suicide rate for the general population, which is 19.5 per 100,000.) And just this past week, the Army said it was investigating 24 potential suicides committed by troops in January and another 18 committed in February, up from 11 suicides in February 2008. If those numbers hold true, it will confirm what many have recently started to fear: that, for the first time since the wars began, monthly US troop deaths by suicide will have outpaced deaths in combat, and for two months in a row.
  Among veterans, suicides are exponentially more frequent. The VA announced in September that 46 out of every 100,000 male veterans between the ages of 18 and 29 killed themselves in 2006, compared with 27 the year before. (For women, there was a slight improvement, as it was three in every 100,000, compared with eight in 100,000 the year before.)
  Internal conversations at the VA suggest the situation is dire. According to court documents, when asked by the VA's media adviser in early 2008 whether it was true that 1000 veterans a day were attempting suicide, VA Director Ira Katz sent back an e-mail entitled "Shhh," confirming the number, but suggesting it be kept under wraps until the VA figured out the answer to this question: "Is the fact that we're stopping them good news, or is the sheer number bad news?"
  PTSD is the acknowledged root cause of most of the suicides. The RAND Center for Military Health Policy Research, a nonpartisan global-policy think tank, estimated this past year that 300,000 Iraq and Afghanistan veterans suffer from PTSD, or about 19 percent of all troops who have served in the two wars. The impact of that astonishing number is difficult to articulate (although Nobel Prize–winning economist Joseph E. Stiglitz has theorized that the true cost of the wars, including post-war veterans care, will reach nearly $3 trillion — see "Iraq: Five Years Later," March 12, 2008, at thePhoenix.com). Treatments are slow, expensive, and highly individualized. So even when the Pentagon does diagnose traumatized personnel in time (that is, before they harm themselves or others), it merely doles out quick-and-dirty medications that may hide symptoms — then too often redeploys those troops overseas, anyway.
  Untold numbers of traumatized active-duty US troops — specifically large numbers of those that John McCain praised during his failed presidential campaign for manning the "surge" — are taking prescription drugs with little or no medical supervision. Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), mood enhancers, painkillers, and anti-anxiety medicines — Xanax, Ativan, Klonopin, morphine, Valium, Ambien, Zoloft — are ill-advisedly helping unfit-for-duty soldiers keep it together on the battlefield. The DoD appears to be aware of this, but its policies allow for such drugs to be taken in combat, regardless of side effects. When the troops return home, doctors and vets say the cash-strapped VA has little more to offer than further medication and group therapy, which hardly assuage a vet's trauma or curb his dependence on prescription drugs.
  March 17, 2009 According to numbers obtained by the Phoenix from the VA via a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request, of the 5439 Iraq and Afghanistan vets treated (for any symptoms) in Massachusetts since 2003, 277 were treated for prescription-drug addiction. That includes 147 treated in Boston.
"When we started out in 2004, we thought [soldiers' families] would need us a lot more when individuals were deployed, and [figured that] then the guys would come home and, in a couple of months, everybody would be fine," says Dr. Jaine Darwin, co-director of Needham-based nonprofit group Strategic Outreach to Families of All Reservists (SOFAR), which gives free psychological care to families of reservists and National Guardsmen deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan. "That's just not what has happened."
Darwin says that, all too often, upon returning, the soldiers cannot relate to their families — their wives, their kids, their parents. They are completely alienated from everything and everyone they knew before. "The fact is that there is no normal," she says. "There's the new normal, and the new normal is how you negotiate relationships between separations and reunions."
Other factors :
Army Special Forces Staff Sergeant Andrew Pogany describes a young soldier's fatal overdose the way you might order soup at a deli: in plain English and without embellishment. "They labeled the kid a liar and a drug seeker, then he went home and
overdosed, and now he's dead."
  Such are the effects of half a decade of dealing with the military justice system. It's been that long since Pogany himself suffered hallucinations and panic attacks in September 2003 — which he claims are a result of taking Lariam, an anti-malaria medication that the military orders troops to take — and just as long since military doctors prescribed sleeping pills to wash away Lariam's side effects. Pogany has seen 17 other servicemen from his former base in Fort Carson, Colorado, commit suicide during that same of time.
  In early 2004, Pogany faced a court-martial (and a possible death sentence) for cowardice. Acquitted, he later that year was medically retired from the Army with an honorable discharge, at which point he moved to Washington, DC, to become an investigator for the National Veterans Legal Services Program, an independent agency that provides legal assistance to veterans with difficulties similar to his own. Throughout his ordeal, Pogany says, he has learned all too well what stress can do to a soldier, and says the military hasn't learned a thing. Troops who evidence symptoms of being what Pogany calls "suicides in the making," he claims, "are being overlooked and they are being ignored."
  PTSD is just one root cause of the spike in US troop suicides. Other theories finger such suspects as, among others, Army-issued medicines (such as Lariam), lowered recruiting standards, and multiple deployments for troops.
  While no direct links have been drawn between either Lariam or increased use of psychotropic drugs and a growing military-suicide rate, their parallel course is, at best, inconvenient. Also eye-opening on the medicinal front, according to the US Army Medical Department's 2008 mental-health report, at least 13 percent of US troops in Iraq and 17 percent of US troops in Afghanistan are taking antidepressants, anxiety medication, or sleep aids. This adds to the New England Journal of Medicine's 2004 finding (the most recent statistics available) that 11 percent of military recruits had psychiatric histories before entering the military and the Armed Forces Health Surveillance Center's May report, which found that the same percentage of surveyed active-duty personnel had at least one prescription for psychotropic medication within a year of deploying.
  According to numbers obtained by the Phoenix from the VA via a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request, of the 5439 Iraq and Afghanistan vets treated (for any symptoms) in Massachusetts since 2003, 277 were treated for prescription-drug addiction. That includes 147 treated in Boston.
  "When we started out in 2004, we thought [soldiers' families] would need us a lot more when individuals were deployed, and [figured that] then the guys would come home and, in a couple of months, everybody would be fine," says Dr. Jaine Darwin, co-director of Needham-based nonprofit group Strategic Outreach to Families of All Reservists (SOFAR), which gives free psychological care to families of reservists and National Guardsmen deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan. "That's just not what has happened."
Darwin says that, all too often, upon returning, the soldiers cannot relate to their families — their wives, their kids, their parents. They are completely alienated from everything and everyone they knew before. "The fact is that there is no normal," she says. "There's the new normal, and the new normal is how you negotiate relationships between separations and reunions."

I have been treated for PTSD for several years, now. I do not portend to be in the same class as the brave men and women in our military, today. I do have an understanding of what is going on and I pray for those afflicted.            theblogmeister