Moon Island

Last Moon Of Summer

Part I

 

The Last Moon Rise Of Summer

Moon Island is the story of a place near Boston Massachusetts. It is the location of an island under the jurisdiction of Quincy Massachusetts yet located in Boston Harbor. There is a memorable story associate with this island yet I can't find a reference to it on the Internet so called "Information Highway" It goes like this.

Once upon a time a very austere church in Quincy Massachusetts decided to visit a unique hospital on Moon Island to sing Christmas carols. The medical facility known simply as Moon Island Hospital for the Terminally Ill was a very remote depressing place located at the end of a causeway that linked a series of islands in Boston Harbor; Moon Island happened to be the very last and most remote island in the link. It was a cold depressing place to view but the hospital staff had prepared for the church choir visit having gathered all the patients who were assembled in various wheel chairs, beds or near by chairs to listen to our songs. We sang several songs in lovely harmony with "it Came Upon a Midnight Clear", "Silent Night" ¡°Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel" and many others. The patients clapped and cheered each time we finished which made us all feel our efforts were all worth while.

After about forty-five minutes, time came for our departure and gratitude was expressed by all including the hospital staff. Feeling we had accomplished our mission of sharing the spirit of the season with some people who were in a desperate situation, we buttoned up our coats, donned our hats and gloves and began to make our way back to the waiting church van out front. Being near the end of the exiting entourage for the church leader, I was delayed as the others went down the stair way. As I was waiting I felt a slight tug on my jacket sleeve. Turning around to see who it was that tugged at my sleeve, I saw a very thin man in a hospital robe with a head of bushy gray disheveled hair.

Amidst the din of departing church members I heard him speak but didn't quite discern exactly what he had said. I said, "I'm sorry I didn't hear you; what did you say?" He looked up to me with a kind smile still holding my sleeve with a shaky grip and said the following, "I really want to thank you for coming here to sing for us, but may I ask you a question?" I said, "Sure what is it?" In response he asked me, "It is very kind that you came all the way out here to sing and visit us but please tell me why it is that you only come once a year?" The question hit me like a high speed freight train. Yes, it was a very good question. Why was it that a group of people who claim to be Christians went to this hospital all with people who were in a desperate situation just one time a year? I told the man, "I'm so sorry about not visiting you more often and I promise that I will visit more frequently."

My promise and commitment was shared with the other church members but they felt no compulsion to do any more than they had already done. My promise held me responsible to keep my word, and keep my word I did; not knowing what I was going to discover upon my future returns to Moon Island Hospital.

It was the very next week after Christmas that I returned to the hospital on Moon Island, and when I arrived there was no warm greeting by hospital officials, not even any attention given by the strange orderly who was in a unusual hurry to push a large laundry basket across the cold court yard. I approached him and he appeared to ignore me and hurry as if he didn't see me. I said, "Excuse me!" He stopped but didn't speak. He stood there in a strange mesmerized manner not looking at me but ignoring me, yet standing with the large four wheeled laundry cart. Again I said, "Excuse me. Could you tell me where....." My question was cut off by a movement from within the laundry cart that caught my attention. I looked into the cart filled with dirty laundry and there in the cart was the body of a man covered in dirty laundry. I was shocked! The man in the cart was a patient and he was alive but just barely as his bluish hands slowly groped for the sides of the laundry cart. The orderly could see that I was shocked and he also knew that I had discovered something that he was trying to be kept secret.

I left him in fear and confusion and found my way back up to the room where a week before the church group sang Christmas songs. I found the man I spoke with and in my shock I blurted out what I had seen. The man that had pulled my sleeve a week before now looked at me not with the former cheerful smile but with a desperate look of fear. I asked him what was going one at this hospital. From that point on, he began to detail a story of horror where people who were too ill to express their needs where shuffled around like pieces of meat. I spoke with the hospital officials hoping to find some sanity in the horror I was discovering. There was no warm compassion as the church group had seen; this time their masks were off and all I saw were the cold callous eyes of people whose income depended upon keeping people in a hospital divided into three categories, those who were labeled as terminally ill yet without a specific date to expect death, those who were terminally ill yet very lucid with a specific date of expected death and those who were defined as terminally ill yet were not able to care for themselves or were in a comatose state.

I saw many of the people who were in comas laying in beds with very expensive machines keeping their heart beating and respiration going; these people were the most frightening or should I say that the people who cared for them were frightening. I began to put the pieces of the gruesome puzzle together. The people at the hospital depended upon keeping dead bodies warm so the funding from hopeful relatives kept coming in. The rest of the people who were terminal and able bodied and lucid made it clear that they were being held like prisoners at the hospital because there was no place for them to go. They told me that they didn't want to die at the cold terrifying hospital waiting to be the next body shuffled in a laundry cart. They began to beg me to help them get out so they could die some place peaceful. I told the hospital personnel that I wanted to take some of these people home with me so they could depart in peace. The hospital personnel told me that it was not possible if the patient had surviving relatives whose word and will superseded the patient¡¯s desire and my desire to help them get free.

It was all so gruesome and wicked. Room after room of comatose patients lavishly adorned and maintained by very expensive high tech equipment by families who had money and lived with skillfully honed medical lies that made the send more money in truly hopeless efforts that their brain dead family member would recover; while other patients lived in squalor being shuffled between buildings is laundry carts not being given the freedom to die some place peaceful. It was a world far more insane than Catch 22. My heart was broken and my many attempts to free some of these people for a loving warm hospice was met with cold greed for bureaucratically channeled money. It made me ashamed to be part of the human race.

Why would I speak about such a topic? Well it could be related to the fact that I too am terminally ill and share the concernes that my aquantences had at the hospital. In truth we are all terminally ill; it's simply a condition of life. If you think about it carefully, being terminally ill is the condition that begins in the womb at conception and ends at the tomb with death.

Now I have returned from a land where people live and die with honor, peace and dignity to a world where children are chemically abused before they are born, where little kindergarten children wrestle with demons that would bring a man to his knees. I now remember why I left this country so many years ago. Fortunately my return has everything to do with the future of this society that appears to be living in the graveyard of planetary life forms. I do hope that there may be some way to help, some way to abort this on going catastrophe. I hope that the west will turn out to be a benefit to the future in some way. However, from what I know about fossil fuels, if a hope doesn't come from a revival of life, it will certainly be when an alien civilization sinks their pipes into the deep ancient strata of earths past and finds the decomposed remains of today's human civilization had turned into the next gusher crude oil success for a lesser life form that has no knowledge of the paleontology that explains the origin of their energy source

 

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Part II

Preface to Part 2

In this second part I use a term which will need to be defined to make any sense. The term is "re-uptake." The whole concept of "re-uptake" is related to Neurophysiology and the action of Serotonin in the brain as it affects our moods. Depression is related to a lack of serotonin in the brain because the brain has a natural action in the neurotransmitter which causes serotonin loss through the process of ¡°re-uptake¡± or taking serotonin back up so it can't function as a neurotransmitter that makes for better moods. If you can stop the ¡°re-uptake¡± of serotonin then you have more on hand which eliminates depression. So pharmacologists have developed perhaps the most popular drug on the market called Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors or simply SSRI which is the general class of drugs that everybody takes to enhance their moods; I mean it's so popular that if you aren¡¯t taking it you simply aren¡¯t an American, Canadian, European or any other kine of westernized person..

So, in this writing about natures force of re-uptake, I'm speaking of an event that relates to the above mentioned process of neurophysiology. Serotonin acts to make life worth living and is a good thing in the brain. My use of the term is similar in that I speak of people who function well by being in harmony with natures rhythms to the point that they never die in a hospital, bed, home, or anyplace where people can be witness; rather, they return to where they came from in nature and experience ¡°re-uptake¡± as the way that nature swiftly and quietly transfers each creature that reaches a particular stage to a point where they return by re-uptake by the forces of nature.

Though some very amazing things are happening in my life that brings the joy, wonder and mystery of Korea right here to Fairbanks Alaska, NOTHING and I mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING would stop me from uniting with what I touched in the Light in a glacial river last summer. Nope, I still hold to the idea that ¡°Perfect Actions Leaves No Body Behind.¡±

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The second part of this story which is a true recollection of an event at a very unusual hospital. It was a hospital for people with illness that ended in dead. The odd thing about this strange hospital had to do with people I suppose who are ¡°professionals¡± assigned the task of keeping the bodies of people who died some time ago warm and breathing with a heart beat but nothing but flat lines on the electroencephalograph. Basically what this means if applied to automotive mechanics is, there are mechanics who are constantly busy keeping a car running by filling it with gas, running the engine while the driver is out away from the car. This does happen occasionally and the driver returns and drives away as for people who suffer with short comas, but there are other more lengthy cases as in the movie Awakening where people with encephalitis lethargica return after many many years while their bodies lay unresponsive in a hospital like the one I visited many years ago.

As mentioned in Part I, many of the terminally ill patients I met went as far as to begin begging me to help them get out of the hospital so they could die in peace. This request I could understand, since the hospital was an abysmally depressing place where patients are constantly surrounded by people who are all waiting to die soon, or are dead with people being paid to keep their bodies warm at the request of families who live with the hope that their loved one can be revived.

Of the entire experience being in the hospital, the two most challenging ones for me had to do with knowing that the hospital was making a sizable income by fostering false hopes of family members. These false hopes were built upon the expectation of recovery that would never come and the skillfully honed guilt they were made to feel by taking the body off life support; in the mean time these unwitting families would pour large sums of money into the hospital coffers. The other challenging aspect of the hospital that directly impacted my life, was my desire to free these patients who only had a short time to live and just wanted to spend it someplace cheerful and surrounded by warm people who had a genuine sense of care and love about them. I thought about this and wondered why I couldn't just take them home to my place where we could walk to the beach everyday or sit by the river or park.

With many eager patients standing behind me, I approached the hospital staff with the request to take these free willed individuals to my home so they could have their last request. The hospital staff simply told me that if anyone of them had a surviving relative who opposed the idea, the patient had to stay at the hospital. I then thought, ¡°What loving relative would leave a family member in this terrible place?¡± There was a huge injustice involved with this matter. Having been a patient at one time, I knew I could sign a waver which released the hospital staff from any damages resulting from my decision to act in opposition to their decision. No, what was going one here at this hospital was very morbid as it has people hanging on to a miserable life manufactured by pathetic monetary greed that dashed all the dreams of those who hoped to die in a more graceful, natural way.

I witnessed this a second time in my life with my father-in-law who simply wanted to die at home surrounded by family. Yet in misguided motives, certain family members called the ambulance against his will, all to rush him back to the hospital he so hated and there died a miserable dead before the face of the only one who was in his life always but never to assist him in need. When he had breathed his last, this person leaned over and inquired, ¡°Is he dead yet?¡±

On a more cheerful note, I have read ¡°The Book of Nature on this matter and what I find written there is far more lovely and cheerful. This Book has a story that speaks about the same topic yet does so in a way that you would consider it a mystical fairy tale. This story I will speak about as soon as possible since it, like a scintillating door stands before me

One of the most remarkable things about nature is the live cycle of all its creatures. I have witnessed everything about insects, animals, including birds and sea creatures from the conception, birth and development. It is truly a remarkable thing to witness the balance and beauty there is to all of natures creatures. The most remarkable things is the absence of any creatures that are disabled, sick, or old; there just isn't any to be found. It's as if there were an omnipresent force or mechanism that is continually operating to rid nature of any and all creatures that are not healthy or fit to function in nature in such a way to continue the life cycle.


Humans (with recessive genotypes) are the only creatures I know of that come out of a womb and are immediately placed in a second artificial womb, by this I mean a place that separates and protects them from the forces of nature. All humans (with recessive genotypes for most dominant genotypic humanoids can live in harmony with nature) spend their entire life in buildings with as much separation from nature as possible; especially in places with extreme environments like the arctic, deserts or outer-space.


In nature I have never seen an aging or old gray deer, old bear, decrepit squirrel, old bird wrinkled fish or ant (to name a few). Every creature I see is either young with the protection of a mother near or they are in the prime of life and full of strength and health. Yes, there seems to be some kind or efficient ¡°re-uptake¡± of any and all creatures that fall out of the cycle of being in their prime.

The only way I can begin to trace the aspects of this very pervasive and effective system, is to watch how certain creatures survive in a land where being exceptionally strong and fit is necessary to survive. How this re-uptake in nature functions in part can be seen by watching creatures that are scavengers like the raven in Alaska. By a terrible act of man, a moose was shot and left to waste on a frozen river surface last year. Within the first day the raven descended in a hoard upon the carcass and by the second day all that was left was bones and skin. By the end of the third and fourth day all that was left were the bones. After a week even the bones vanished. By the end of the month the only evidence of the moose were the very hard hooves left on the surface of the ice.

Asia has a dominantly pervasive womb like social system. While living there I was nurtured along with the collective. Being able to escape to a place in nature was difficult to impossible due to the pressure of population density. For eleven years I kept saying I want to go back to Alaska, NOT for the wonderful social system found here but rather the exceedingly wonderful access to the pure wilds of nature.

Last year I went for a camping trip by kayak down a river. What happened in that trip allowed me to come in contact with the natural force of ¡°re-uptake¡± and the powerfully profound experience it is. For me as a human who has many of the necessary characteristics for natural ¡°re-uptake¡± in nature; the primary objective was to experience this all pervasive force that keeps nature sparkling clean and forever young and healthy.

My first attempt was by a river side in early spring in 2009 as I lay on a space blanket in the warm sun shining on the snow. After 30 minutes, all continued peaceful but after about an hour of motionless rest, I notices the ravens beginning to flock to the nearby trees. The longer I lay there the more arrived; it was a bit unnerving to be eyed as carrion,


A year later I decided to seek out an island in a river to limit any chance of drawing on scavengers from the wilds. The area I discovered was so intensely inhospitable for any life or creatures and I mean that there was no vegetation because where I went was a glacial flood plain. What happened out there allowed me to experience something that was awesome and very powerful and it does have a life of its own which moves with the seasons. Spring is when this ¡°re-uptake¡± force is most powerful. I wrote about my encounter with this event in the story call Convergence.

I believe I have this time to write and set my web page in order for one very specific reason. According to the clock in nature, I'm way past my time for being in this world. The only thing that inhibits departure or ¡°re-uptake¡± is simply my remaining inside the synthetic wombs my people the white men have so meticulously made. As I do this, in the back of my mind I remember the words, ¡°Vanity Vanity all is vanity said the wise man¡± According to my epistemology the whole foundation of reality will cease to exist and all memory of place and time will end and something very awesome must happen. There are only two ways energy can flow and I defined that out come in a recent page yet unfinished.

I must remember that the primary focus of the writing is to address the very mixed up way some parts of society work; by this I speak of the hospital for the terminally ill, that is basically designed to keep a person chained to a rotting chunk of flesh until the person dies from the revolting smell of his own death which he has been forced to ¡°live¡± or die in, now that is so unnatural and very sick. I remember working with an old man who was in his sixties, he was very ill with cancer on the skin of his back; on hot summer days as we worked loading trucks the stink of rotting flesh was over whelming.


How mankind ever got out of synchronization with nature is beyond me.


Possibly continued. Why? Well I believe that just maybe, humans might be different than other creatures in nature; this observation developed from a unique and refreshing view on aging in Korea. You see, people in Korea believe that the older one gets the more authentic knowledge they possess, along with well developed skills; all of which can be conveyed to others making society a better place. In Korea, society holds to the belief that children are the future of a nation and the elderly or senior social members are very highly esteemed social members who are honored for their age and wisdom. In Korea, people make every effort to accommodate the seniors of society because the knowledge base of an older social member is a huge asset for education; the accommodation of elders is built into the social structure of Korea where it is the responsibility of the family to provide care, not a government social system.

Nevertheless, for an individual based social system, the system of support and accomodation utilized in the United States does have a lot of merit.  There is much to examine on this issue.

 




 
 

 


   

 

 

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