The name of this blog is karmic suicide. "He was a fool unto himself". I was going to feature as the main highlight of thos blog a story about a guy who thought about attempting suicide but first his mind did a twilight flight of fancy and he was in the Twilight Zone not knowing what was real and what was not. (Like so many Star Trek eposodes you've seen) He faced his crisis on May 3rd. 1972. (So you can see why I'm writing around this date), which was also on a Wednesday. I thought of calling this blog, "A Sad Story". It's kind of like an updated version of Job, but when I reviewed the story for blogging I thought there were too many little "bits" the author of the story might not made public without my talking to him first. Let me just tell you the story anyhow. He was thinking of comitting suicide and had three different bottles of downers on the table with a bottle of Chiante to wash it down with. Then his mind raced and suddenly it was April 1st. of 1991, or at least it was in his own mind. That fell on a Monday' is anybody cares. (It's also the second day that I owned a VCR recorder) When he "woke up" and talked to God he thought it was April of 1991 and he wasn't sure why he was dead but he had lived not that bad of a life in the past nineteen years. He'd gotten job training and gotten educated, and secured a good job. He'd gotten married to a foxy blonde girl with large knockers, who fancied herself as the reincarnation of marolyn monroe. He'd gotten married within days of Charles and Dianna's wedding in England. Like that couple they had two blond haired boys, who were good looking. They lived on a street named Pinewood in North Anaheim in the Chicano district to save money. But according to God, the man never lived beyond May 3rd. 1972 and he had just imagined the rest of his life and got into extensive arguments with God mostly centering around the "would have, could have, should have" finger waggings of God telling him all the things in life he missed out on because he killed himself. There is also an ill-willed Pastor who's words end up in God's mouth. God in the story being more like the Devil than any diety you'd actually want to get to know. At one point mid story he was transported to a beach near the end of Crenchaw blvd. and there's a secret tunnel in the side of a cliff with lots of artifacts in there filled with secrets to read. But just as David Stanley (no relation) gets interested God yanks him back to what passes for the "hereafter". After extensive more arguing with God, God sends him back to May 3rd. 1972 and he remembered he had an appointment to see Doctor Glidden, his psychiatrist today. He walks to the psychiatrist because someone had taken the car and it was "only" a mile away. He thinks about his flash time-warp experiance and wonders whether he should tell Dr. Glidden about it.

This is another story. I started typing this one last night but I had software problems (or my incompetence) and had to abort. Once there was a man driving through the desert in some sight seeing trip. He thought he could take a short cut by turning off onto a dirt road but after a while he realized he was low on gas but he kept going thinking there'd be a filling station somewhere. Eventually he ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. The only things around were some old abandoned wooden buildings. He looked for a phone but found none. He's not even sure phones were even invented at the time these buildings went up. Finally he comes upon a water pump. By now he was getting mighty thirsty but the pump didn't work. Upon further investigation he sees a quart of water and a note. The note was written by an old man who said "This pump will give you all the water you want if you just prime the pump with this quart of water. Don't drink any of it or you won't have enough to prime the pump". He knew a quart of water would satisfy his thirst. But how long would he be here. What if he poured the water down a rat-hole and the pump still proved to be worthless? This is a topic of which Sunday sermons are made. If he poured the water and denied himself he might be called "A fool unto himself".

Many wonder what cosmic fources called John Lennon to be assasented by Mark David Chapman. Well it is our belief that the modas opperandi came from an evil star called Alcion, or Alcyonne. There was a force that moved its way eastward accross the Pacific and accross America and rooted itself in New York City at the Dakoda. Yoco was not killed because Alcyonne was not after her and she is of different karma than John. She and he have different cosmic fates. In the afterlife time becomes a "space" dimension. You see it all at once and have no conception of any delay or one thing coming "after" or "before" another. Some people enter the Twilight Zone and think the afterlife will bring a changed reality of newfound happiness, but in actuality the words are true, "You'll never run away from you" (Selah)