Writing

 I'm trying to encourage you to write and thereby heal yourselves from various things that have happened in your life.

For example, though I almost died from Whooping cough at age 2 what I learned from this personally was fighting whooping cough you are more likely to die. So, at some point if you don't just expect to die like I did at 2 you are likely to die. So, by just giving up to death and dying at 2 I likely saved my own life because it seems to me that the primary way you die from whooping cough is by fighting it into exhaustion and death. IN other words one dies from exhaustion trying to fight whooping cough. However, this must be learned on an individual level. It was one of the best lessons of survival in my whole life.

Then the angels came to me and healed me while I was laying on my grandmother's lap while she was singing "Hark the Herald Angels sing" in her Scottish Brogue then in 1950s likely around Christmas time.

She passed away at age 90 in 1978 in Seattle.

The other traumatic event didn't end so quickly that I was dealing with which started when I was about 9 years old as a concussion which within the first year by age 10 I began having seizures from that concussion on the back of my head from falling while rock climbing with my father in Chilao in the back woods and rocks there. Likely now, people don't go off road or off trail like we did across country then. But, my father grew up mostly in the country and his Dad was a hunter and once owned 40 hound dogs for hunting so my father had all the back woods skills sort of like a Daniel Boone or Davey Crockett like his father then.

So, I was never treated for my concussion because me getting injured was an embarrassment for my father so he likely didn't even tell my mother about what happened. Later about a year later I came home from my Sunday bicycle newspaper route and had a seizure which my mother called "A Bad Dream".

I woke up on the floor next to my bed with my head in my mother's arms and she thought I had the King's Disease which is what the called Epilepsy then. I didn't learn until I was in my 40s or older that I had had a concussion and a blow to the head which is called "Childhood Epilepsy" which is the only kind you can grow out of through your skull growing and reducing the pressure on your brain by about age 15 or 16.

So, my seizures stopped very suddenly as soon as I invited God to come live in my body with me which he did and he has never left.

However, I wouldn't recommend doing what I did because my experiences often have been like the prophets in the Old and New testaments with God. 

I've had to learn to deal with ongoing supernatural events and God changing the world through this body so it is very much like "being married to God within my own body" in that it is extremely powerful to the point where I don't think I'm entirely just a human being anymore which was hard to get used to from ages 15 to 30 especially for me.

But, since 30 I have realized I am a gift from God to mankind and to all life on earth and I act accordingly in my everyday life.

By God's Grace