Pretty good show, very tough topic

In the year 2000 I was diagnosed with a thyroid condition. It first was diagnosed in early Feb. and got progressive worse. I underwent 2 radiation treatments and was treated with over a dozen different medications, some of which had very serious side effects. My thyroid had started hardening, like rubber, was shrinking, and had become fused to all of my neck muscles. I was slowly being strangled and it was crushing my vocal chords and esophagus. It got to a point in Early July where I was going blind, could barely speak, and not swallow a pill. Because of the pain I found myself unable to sleep and spent several long nights fighting to simply hold on to my sanity. one period, when I was able to sleep I went back to my first memory, I later shared this with my mother. I told her I was surrounded by darkness, then there was a bright light. I reached out to touch it and it burned my hand. She immediately sat down and said that right after I was born I was placed in an incubator. The doctors had to take me out because I had touched one of the light bulbs with my hand. She had not told anyone else this. My wife finally got a different doctor to examine me on July 9th and he scheduled an operation the morning of the 10th. He had to stop the operation after opening my neck to consult with a doctor in Geneva to try and figure out how to save my life. They had scheduled the OR for 1 hour, it took two doctors over 6 to put me back together and at one point told my wife they gave me a 25% chance of survival.
Things happen for a reason. Up until that point, I had not shared any of my writing with the rest of the world. Five books later I tell people you can not leave this world until your job here is finished. sometimes though, some of us are able to get a small glimpse of what is waiting on the other side.

People bash things mostly because they're afraid of what they don't know. Or, if they do know, they're just afraid to face it--face themselves--face what they've been doing up to this point.

Because if they do, then they would have to be liable for their actions and who really wants that? There's a certain comfort in pretending to be in the dark, especially when you're not alone.

But I don't see it either as religious or science based. It's a form of spirituality that can't really be taught under mortar and stone, but more like felt. Spirituality is not defined by one story or another. It's not a thinking thing, but a feeling thing.

Understandably, it's hard to feel anything, anymore, in the times we live in--because they're cold times. Don't ask questions, just hurry up and do what you're told kind of times. People are loud, the demands of our everyday life are loud on our thoughts, and we get caught up thinking and worrying too much over things we can't control. It's a sad addiction, really. We think of all the things we're not doing, worrying about things yet to come.

If we do get a minute to ourselves, many feel guilty because they're not squeezing one more thing in before bed. Just imagine if we all took a little time to sit under the stars at night and listen to the quietness.

We would all be better off as a species if we just slowed down. Just maybe, we could actually hear the important things for once. Hear what's always been said but drowned out from all the noise around us. More feeling, less thinking is the way to go.

~Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable~