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The intersection of family history and  my birth in November of 1955 has created some interesting, and, at times, amazing stories for me.

My Uncle Worth died in February of 1955, 9 months in advance of my own birth. His photo is included here.  He was married to  his wonderful wife, Aunt Effie (who also died before I had any awareness, when I was less than a year old). My grandparents dearly loved their Uncle Worth and Aunt Effie.  My mother and my uncle Wayne.also adored their great aunt and great uncle.

When I was 4 years old, my grandfather Henry showed me the chair in the pictures. I immediately recognized it, and claimed it as my own.

I remembered fashioning every piece of it by my own hands, and assembling it together myself.  In the “memory” I had fashioned little wood dowel extensions from several individual parts to place into pre-drilled holes to serve as nail equivalents.

How could I have possibly done that as a 4-year-old?

Of course my mother guffawed, and stated that it was a store-bought chair that my grandfather had owned since he was young. I “knew better” and to this day, the memory of the chair, and its actual presence in our home, both haunts, and comforts me.

It is now known that Uncle Worth was the original owner and builder of the chair, and that he passed it down to Grandpa when he was a little boy.

I still sit down in the chair on occasion, and I feel a mysterious,beautiful peace and a sense of completion when I sit in the chair.

Either reincarnation is real, or, as a child, I possessed the occult gift of psychometry.

Looking at my history, I remain firmly seated in Life’s Mystery.

Categories: Musings

Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.