Surviving your life

 what it is going to take this century to survive your life is likely quite different than what it took from 1900 to 2000 AD.

Much like what it took to survive here in the U.S. from 1800 to 1900 was very different than either now or from 1900 to 2000 AD.

The biggest thing in your personal and family's survival is to be adaptable. Like for example, we just spent what maybe the most difficult 3 weeks of our lives trying to find a way to keep our relative alive through Myasthenia Gravis. 

However, at least for now, We succeeded. 

However, now we have to go back to our life on the coast of California because we have been away a month so far as of Monday. And trying to make your life work remotely is a lot for anyone whether you are at work or at play or anything else.

So, we have survived, our son and his family have survived and we hope there will be a good future too for all of us.

But. surviving this century also might include owning an air conditioner. Many people think they can live without one but that might not be true pretty much worldwide now.

However, where we live on the coast we have two winters (a bad one from December through about March or April and a milder one starting in June through August or September which is fog a lot usually high fog off the ocean which keeps the temperatures lately mostly below 60 degrees during the summers lately. 

In other words the hotter it gets inland the cooler it tends to get where we live simply because the heat sucks the moisture in the form of clouds and fog off of the ocean.

So, everyone is going to have to deal with the heat worldwide and an air conditioner might be a life or death thing for many people.

There have been 13,000 people or more who have died of the heat in the U.S. since 2018.

and I thought I was going to die more than once from heat prostration when I was younger too.

However, now I'm 78 and not taking care of yourself and staying cool enough is simply death and nothing else.

So, now days if you want to stay alive sometimes you will have to buy or rent an Air conditioner (even if it is renting one through the hot periods of Spring Summer and Fall wherever you live on Earth. 

Surviving your Life

 Learn to have compassion for yourself. This is likely really important to start with this even though many people learn to be kind to others before being kind and compassionate to themselves.

Why is this number 1 in importance if you want to stay alive?

It's because often we are put down as children and we cannot get beyond these put downs and so then we get angry to deal with being put down instead of realizing each of us is sacred and special in the eyes of God.

If you are Sacred and Special in the Eyes of God then you should be Sacred and special in your own eyes too.

If you cannot love yourself how can you expect anyone else to love you?

So, learn compassion for yourself as you learn compassion for others.

What made me compassionate at a very young age is getting whooping cough. Before this I was very intense very difficult at times for my parents to deal with. I pushed my little girlfriend down cement steps when I was 2 or 3 years old and my grandfather paddled my beyind then around 1950 or 1951.

But, when I got whooping cough and almost died and was turning blue from not enough air all the time I changed my tune. I didn't want anyone else (friend or enemy or relative or anyone I knew to suffer like I had in whooping cough. Then the Archangels came and saved my life so I knew God wanted me to be alive. If they hadn't come for me I would have surely died. I knew that even then that God wanted me to be alive likely for a long time so I granted God his wish for me.

And then I had become compassionate after Whooping cough at age 2 or 3 years old. I was always helping people whenever I could the rest of my life after this. Was I a perfect angel all the time. No. I jumped off of roofs and jumped my bike over curbs and once when my mother told me I couldn't do what I wanted to 

I got mad and I had a basketball in my hands and I bounced it as hard as I could and it went up and broke the chandelier which came down on my mother's favorite possession which was a black Walnut dining room table. I felt awful I had destroyed the finish on the table. I was really feeling sorry I did that. So, she bought a cover so you couldn't see what the broken chandelier did to the table so we still had the table but we never left it bare after that which was sort of sad.

Then since I was always intense but also quiet and good natured I was always helping friends with their  

problems whenever I could. Girls especially were amazed that I would listen to them because many boys and men then considered women silly and that you shouldn't listen to them.

However, my mother and my Scottish Grandmother who spoke with a Scottish Brogue were very good and kind to me so I deeply loved and respected all women because my mother and grandmother were so good to me. So, I unlike many others loved and respected women deeply.

So, since I was a very logical and kind and pragmatic kind of person I helped both boys and girls with their problems because that was always very easy for me because I was intelligent, calm, practical and pragmatic helping people solve their problems all around me.

So, especially girls in junior High, High School and College girls often reached out to me because I would actually listen to them carefully so I became quite in demand usually because I was always a gentleman and mannerly and helpful to women and girls I met.

So, being kind and helpful to women they also were always kind and helpful to me as well which is one of the reasons I'm still alive today at age 78.

By God's Grace 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Surviving your life

 Trump is just the latest evil to manifest here on earth. I think he comes directly from the disempowerment of white men in this country and them not wanting to lose the control that they had here in the U.S. since White men first came here in the 1600s. It's sort of like "The Stepford Wives" where white men want to control everything and make their women robots or something.

However, if you are any race but white right now (especially from south of the U.S. Mexican Border) you are sort of in the same position as Jewish people in Germany who were all gassed and burned up and had all their possessions stolen by Hitler and all the gold pulled out of their teeth before they were gassed and burned up in the ovens then.

It's kind of hard to say where all this is going to go next. However, it is also true that Isaac Newton's statement about Science also will prevail here too eventually:

"For every action there is an opposite but equal Reaction".

Or "What goes around Comes Around".

So, you kind of wonder just how long Trump can last being this crazy and retro in many ways? 

Surviving your life

To me, the hardest thing about growing up is having to give up idealism and being forced by life to pragmatism and practicality. It tends to kill your soul to go through this process. But, either you do it by 30 or you are dysfunctional for life usually.

From 20 to 30 is the absolute worst part of this. My 20s were hell and I barely survived them to my 30s. I think the only thing that made sure I survived my 20s was my son who was born in 1974 when I was 26 and that's all. Otherwise, my terminal macho tendencies like rock climbing, off road motorcycles, driving cars too fast, etc. would have taken me out otherwise. Death was never a problem for me. Staying alive was always the problem because staying alive always seemed sort of insane (until my son was born and then I had a reason to stay alive and make sure he grew up).

It's not that you are forced to 100% give up idealism because we all need hope to stay alive at all. It is that we have to find a way forward. And you don't usually find a way forward through idealism but only through pragmatism and practicality and logic and reason.

So, in this sense growing up is going to "Break Everyone's heart" but if you don't become very practical and pragmatic and logical and reasonable you are not going to survive (unless someone else is taking care of you financially and otherwise).

God Help us all.

Surviving your Life

There are a variety of things that happen to everyone in the course of their lives. However, the decisions we all make regarding all these things ultimately decide whether we live or die, go crazy or stay sane. This is how all of us who survive to be sane and healthy adults actually do it.

In the 1960s because of all the assassinations of important people in the U.S. there was a general feeling of unease and insecurity and of things being completely out of control in a very real way. This led to people drinking more, smoking more, and taking both legal and illegal drugs to dull the pain and escape reality because reality had gone insane.

I was surrounded in life by people experimenting with all sorts of things. But, my best choice was deciding that at least television I could turn off and come down when I wanted to. Other things people I knew were doing might lead to my death or insanity like it often did theirs. This was one of my first major choices in life that kept me sane and alive in a world gone mad.

There is a saying, "If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs then you are ahead of the game."

Watching people I knew and loved die and go insane, (especially in college and after) really taught me something about life. In regard to the Viet Nam War I was against it but also paradoxically if I had been drafted I would have gone and served like a loyal patriotic American at that time. So, for me these times were only paradoxical to an infinite extreme. Luckily for me however, I had had childhood epilepsy and was classified 4F which meant I could only be drafted if our country was under an all out attack by a foreign nation. Since this really hasn't happened since the War of 1812 I didn't ever get drafted or have to serve in the military.

There have been other things that helped me in the decisions I made along the way as well. Fore example, I got a bursa in my foot in 2009 which made my right heal feel like literally it was on fire whenever I walked. It made me feel like a cripple and I was unwilling to take pain killers so I wouldn't feel it. So, my choice while I was experiencing this all the time was to buy myself a Kawasaki KLR 650 dualsport motorcycle which I still have. Though it didn't stop the pain then in my foot I felt free once again and able to ride my motorcycle along the beach and down the coast where I live and ride in the remote out of doors once again feeling and free even though I was in my 60s. Eventually, instead of my foot feeling on fire all the time the nerves went numb instead. So, then I could return to walking 1 to 5 miles a day like I used to with my dogs. So, I was happy that I hadn't taken several years of pain killers because likely that would have decreased my overall health and lessened my mental capacities over time. So, I was happy about that too.

Another situation I survived was childhood epilepsy itself. I had no idea what was happening to me at age 10 when I came home from delivering my Sunday Newspapers on my bicycle. There were bags that one strapped onto the bicycle handlebars that made it difficult to turn and even to ride the bike at all. Then you took one paper out while holding the bicycle handle with one hand and threw it in the direction of the house you were delivering to.

However, that one Sunday morning I came home at about 6 am (got up at 4 am to wrap and deliver papers) and at about 7 am I had a bad dream and woke up with my Mom cradling my head in her hands at the side of my bed on the floor. She had a really scared look on her face like she might pass out or something and said, "You had a bad dream, Freddie! Get up in bed and go back to sleep."

What she didn't tell me was that I had had a convulsive seizure for the first time in my life because all I knew at the time was in my dream a black hand had come and tried to strangle me and so I had fought for my life and failed.

These dreams were terrifying and happened at least once every six months or so mostly when I was scared about a big test in school or something like that. It was always caused by too much pressure on me psychologically. At the time I was an A student so I always felt pressure to be the best at everything. But, this had to change for me to survive to become 15.

My father had been the highest testing student in math in the state of Washington in 8th Grade and also had won the state award for penmanship in the 8th grade for the state as well. So, my father pressured me to be as good as he was at everything. But penmanship as well as art eluded me. So, my father's demand that I be good at penmanship only made me cry at age 8.

So, eventually by age 12 the result of all this was that my parents realized that I might not survive if my father pressured me to get good grades so they both backed off. Finally at age 12 they took me to a doctor to see what was wrong with me. They doctor gave me B-12 shots in the rump because he thought that growing up vegetarian and growing as fast as I was then were causing some of my problems. However, my Dad wouldn't let me take (phenobarbital) which was the only thing they knew around 1960 to give people with epilepsy. However, since phenobarbital is a terrible drug my father forbade me to take it. So, I was left with praying and mind over matter which made my life unbearable because each seizure by then was an experience similar to being murdered each time. Remember, you cannot run away from your body if you experience being attacked from within. So, eventually my solution was to invite God to live in my body with me during the lead up to a seizure when I was the most terrified. This worked. By inviting God to live in my body 24 hours a day my whole life internally and externally permanently changed. But then I had a whole new problem which was that God is incredibly supernaturally powerful 24 hours a day and for a 15 year old this was also terrifying in a whole different way. I no longer had to worry about dying from epilepsy. But I did have to worry about misusing all the supernatural attributes that God had brought into my life. So, life was now terrifying sort of like being given a Ferrari to drive when you are 10 years old. I had to be really careful not to die in a whole new way now. I no longer had epilepsy because once I had invoked God into my life and body he was always there. But I had to constantly worry about how I was going to stay alive driving God's body (Ferrari) around without crashing it into walls at 200 plus miles per hour. Now my life was crazy in a whole new way.

I think think the scariest times regarding all this was during my 20s because almost anything could happen (and usually did during these times). But, by the age of 30 and beyond I had learned to take a very compassionate and kind and parent like attitude towards all beings. Because of God living in my body and since God is the parent to us all this finally worked 24 hours a day and has ever since. Also, I had been a father raising my son since I was 26 so this worked on that level as well. I was home free!