This is a levy of blessings from my
Aunt. I've included a Picture, because You Can't imagine A Thousand
Blessings until you've seen them.
It would be the first thing I
remember seeing after opening my eyes and looking into my wife's. I
relaxed my head and looked straight up. The Cranes suspended from an
I.V. hanger which which attached to the ceiling, directly above my
head by about four feet up. I must say, Next to Stephanie, The Cranes
became one of the most influential aspects on my coma-state, and one
of the most positive enablers to my healing and mental waking state.
Anyway, The Cranes are steeped in Japanese Tradition and I'll include
what I've come to learn below. (If you need input on what I'm
journaling about, read my past two blogs on Enchanted Folk, as well
as Stephanie Roberts' entries)
~Text Pulled From WikiPedia Below~
“Thousand Origami Cranes(Senbazuru
or Zenbazuru) is
a group of one thousand origami paper cranes held together by
strings.
An ancient Japanese legend promises
that anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a
wish by a crane, such as long life or recovery from illness or
injury. The crane in Japan is one of the mystical or holy beasts
(others include the dragon and tortoise), and is said to live for a
thousand years. Hanging a Senbazuru in one's home is thought to be a
powerfully lucky and benevolent charm.
The Thousand Origami Cranes has become a symbol of world
peace[citation needed] through the story of Sadako Sasaki, a Japanese
girl who contracted leukemia as a result of radiation from the atomic
bombing during World War II. Her story is told in the the book Sadako
and the Thousand Paper Cranes. Several temples, including some in
Tokyo and Hiroshima, have eternal flames for World Peace. At these
temples, school groups or individuals often donate Senbazuru to add
to the prayer for peace. The cranes are left exposed to the elements,
slowly dissolving and becoming tattered as the wish is released. In
this way they are related to the prayer flags of India and Tibet.”
~Text Pulled From WikiPedia Above~
So,
I'll have to tell you some other
time about some of the other items that hung on that Metal Rod with
Four Hooks that gave It a new purpose. The totems on that I.V. rack
were varied and true... from Native American Prayer Baskets, to
little wooden-folk-art-angels...It's as if the four corners
themselves were watching over me.
In this entry I must extend my
greatest of thanks to my Aunt Reiko, My Uncle B-Boy, and my Two
Wonderful Cousins- Akiko and Emiko. My gratitude is unsurmountable in
words. Thank You Again.
Until Tomorrow,
Be Happy in What You Do,
MAtt
Song originally written by Syd as a teen during the height of Bob Dylan mania in Europe (pre-Pink Floyd). During
the recording of one of his solo albums (post-Pink Floyd), Syd was
reminded of this track by producer David Gilmour & encouraged to
record it. That tape stayed in Gilmours possession for 30+ years until
released in 2001. In "Bob Dylan Blues", Syd not only composes a song
poking fun at all of the Bob Dylan hype, but manages to do it in Bob
Dylan's own walking blues style! The music video is by director
Jimmy Lee. It was made during his freshman year of college at Temple
University in Philadelphia. This was his first attempt at editing a
video on a computer.
I've been asked more than once, "What was is like while you were asleep? Was it anything
at all?" I figured that may be a little easier to share right now then some of the more heavy
stuff. Although, I must say...it gets pretty deep ;} In my coma I went to a very particular place, specific indeed. And that is where I stayed.
Even When I woke up it would take Stephanie a couple of days to convince me I was still in
the hospital in the mountains of New Mexico. She would eventually get a postcard with the
Hospitals letterhead to prove to me where I had been. I personally was still in my hospital
bed in a healing-temple-hospital somewhere in Asia. Really...Asia. The only thing I experienced in the "sleep" was as close to altered-state/real experience
as I've ever been. It was a single whole experience. I've yet to recall a single dream from
the Coma. Just my memories of a healing temple in Asia with Family present, Surgeons, Asian
women in some for of traditional Asian uniform, a box fan, and the most beautiful Healers. I
could only describe the healers as a Monk of sorts. I knew they were there for my benefit,
but the were not meant to be seen... Even now I feel like I need to respect their
anonymity... as soon as I would catch a glimpse of one of these monks they would disappear
out of sight, usually by ducking down against the wall or sometimes by simply going outside.
I did see them though, in full description.
The outside of the temple...It's landscape etched in my brain; deep to the core where it
can't be weathered off. There were actually two Temples with a waterfall between them. The
healing-temple-hospitals looked like a pagoda. They were perched high upon large pyramids.
The pyramids were like flagstone rock stacked to the sky. Every surface of the rocks and
pyramids were Red like the Bamboo Coral... redder than any red porsche or rouge-rouge
lipstick. The Healers would sit on the edges of these pyramids and meditate. When they
finished their meditation they would jump out into the waterfall lake of water below... an
impossible feat due to the fact that the pyramids were so big/wide. No human could jump from
the halfway-up-the-pyramid-point and survive... but the monks did it for sure. After they
jumped in the water they would climb back up to the temple and go where needed in the temple
and start the process over again. I think alot of my Altered State was due to my Aunt and
Uncle, and my two Cousins. It was one of the most peaceful and healing places I've ever been;
and trust me, I was there. And My Love was by my Side the whole time. Well, that's all I have the energy for now. This blog takes me most of the day to get
through because of all the pain and my current lack of motor-skills. Typing, spelling, and
some general hand-eye coordination has been further than compromised... I find out more about
myself as the pains change and my medications change... medications they gave me in hospital
make Morphine and the Such look like Tylenol.
So Good Night For Now, And Until Tomorrow,
~MAtt
BTW, Thank you to those who have shared your stories with me recently. And yes, I am open for discussion concerning my experience and I have no
reservations on the subject. Sharing my current experiences and what I went through in
the hospital is,... well, I think it's therapeutic.
Until Next Time Friends and Aquaintences
AlteredState, Meet Real-Time World ;}
side note, I can't seem to get blog inserts or formatting to work right today... I'll have to try tomorrow.
I've heard people say they've been
reborn. It usually got under my skin,... hearing the superficial
tones inflected in their voices. And now here
I am, Reborn. The words roll off my tongue easy and sweet like
cantaloupe. It's truly as if everything I do is for
a new first time.
By now you may be feeling like you
missed something in the story, but don't worry, I haven't said much,
and I'll get to it all eventually.
Well, it's been a while since my last
entry. My creative process was somewhat derailed by a few things
including an impromptu move from a moldy house. The
mold had Stephanie and Me sick with pneumonia amongst other quite a
few other pangs. We moved during Easter
weekend...with little to No help. I ended up with multiple back
herniations, and one doozy of a completely blown out L4-L5
disc. The blow-out was causing some pretty severe nerve damage/pain
through my legs. I was shortly-there-after
basically bedridden. To make a long story short, I went in for
routine back surgery on May sixth 2008...I wouldn't leave the
hospital until late afternoon on the twenty-third. Way too early, but
way to late ;}
It would be some time around the
fifteenth of May when I would find out I had been in a Coma and had
multiple emergency surgeries to repair damage
done during the routine discectomy... Two severed pieces of my
Anatomy were to be fixed with harvested vein from my
inner-upper leg. It would be my primary vein and primary artery
aligned with my spine that needed a miracle and a good
surgeon to go along with it... There were to be many surgeons. The
routine back surgery had gone awry. Apparently,
the doctors and nurses began to realize I was in somewhat of a bit of trauma when I finally passed out after
vomiting for hours from bleeding almost completely out on the inside.
Before I passed out I was complaining, because
I could literally feel my stomach and chest filling up. From what I understand they resuscitated me for a
couple of hours while waiting for the emergency surgeries.
If you've ever read Stephanies Blog,
you may know a little about the whole of it all. The first night of the repair
surgeries I would receive 32 units of blood... that's 2 Full Bodies
worth. Thank You to everyone whose ever donated blood,
because I just may have gotten some of it. The wild thing is that the
blood only stays valid for a couple of weeks.
The even wilder thing is that it takes the body a tad longer to
produce it's own blood. You can do the math. Can you
say creative visualization ;}
Stephanie saved my life many times in
the hospital... more stories to share...I'll get to them some other
time.
I have one specific image embedded my
head...Burned into my imagination, because I've just been told the
story, I was still asleep...It was this:
While I was my coma my stomach was
splayed wide open for days. The wound goes from my chest to my pubic
bone below the waistline. The open wound would
clearly show up in pictures taken even from the sides of the bed...so
They had to wait for those days to get the
swelling down just to staple it up. Plus I had a dome in the wound
that was discarding all the hemoglobin I bled
out into my body. A sort of seran-wrap kept my organs in the cavity
of my stomach area. Every so often the
wrapping would need changing..... now that I have given you the
setting, this is my most beautiful image:
One day My organ-fortifying-seranwrap
would need a change. That day Stephanie held my organs in her hands
and kept them in place, as a nurse would redress
the bandages.
Evening all, I've been a busy one posting photos most of the night. There are some more I still have to distill, but I've got a nice bit already uploaded and Captioned. Some are either from conventions/events or adventures...others are like photo-journal entries.I updated some of my profile too.
Enjoy, and thanks again to everyone who has befriended me since I've joined. I've come to meet some extremely unique and wonderful people since joining Enchanted Folk.
Ray Bradbury in San Diego.
This Was My pick for Best in Show '07. There is the larger version in my Photo Directory.
Where'd the Car Go?
HummingBirds, You just have to view the detail'd version to see/appreciate these delicate creatures.
Here are a couple of photos I couldn't resist taking. That is to say, Stephanie snapped them. Anyway, I was doing the dishes a while back and this watermark on my shirt was a result. What do youthink it could be? Also, Stephanie has had too many chicks and bunnies.,, look for her blog to follow-up on that story. To see the larger versions of these images, you can look in my photo gallery.