Hello followers. One of my newest, ongoing tasks, is as a recurring Social Worker for Planet Earth.
In the future, I will post specific BLOG entries for issues the Planet is suffering from. (A great example of a "planetary illness" is the loss of Rain Forests). But, right now, let's discuss what I mean when I say I'm acting as a "planetary social worker".
The Universe is alive. Very alive. Seth (via books by Jane Roberts) discusses a topic he calls Units of Consciousness, for example. (And I even see discussion of this in other forums).
An easy way to look at this is from the perspective of the Balance of Nature.
Please note that something as big as a planet needs several Social Workers. I'm only one, but one that gets feedback from Earth that indicates a two-way understanding. I believe that counts for something.
Thank you and best regards,
Kenneth Parker, Seattle, WA
"I'm a Troubleshooter. I look for trouble and shoot it".
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Social Worker for a Suicide Victim
If I had to subtitle this, it would be, "Why putting a plastic bag over your head is not a good idea".
For once, I have a story I am allowed to pass along to my followers. (Many of these are blocked, due to Client/Practitioner Privacy concerns. However, in this case, the only thing blocked is the name and location of the person who committed suicide, mainly for the privacy of the family). All I'm allowed to use is the short form of his first name, Jim.
Jim had a rocky, and eventful life, that matches a lot of others, in this difficult environment in the United States. He was a employee of a Restaurant, fairly well paid, until the Restaurant went bankrupt, due to a huge loss of other jobs in the area he lived in. The situation was so bad, that the majority of Public Schools had closed down, and the size of the Police and Fire departments were cut in half. Needless to say, this cut down on the number of people wishing for meals in this Restaurant (a local restaurant called something like Family Diner). However, at the same time the Restaurant receipts went down, the Rent for the building suddenly doubled! Why? The landlord said he could! He said, "Take it or leave it"! So, there was nothing left for the Restaurant to do but close. (I am not sure what the Restaurant management was able to do, because my Client lost touch with them. That will have to be someone else's story).
Jim had been doing somewhat OK, while employed. He had a wife and two children, one reason names and location (even State) have been redacted. (I can say the rest of the family is devastated by the Suicide. I sat down with them, but most of the details don't fit this story, except to state that their financial difficulties remain, and that they are, fortunately, being helped by Government Services).
After being "laid off" (a euphemism for "fired" I have yet to figure out), Jim, and his family went into a deep turmoil. There was no Severance pay, and he had kept up with vacation time, so they used up their savings pretty quickly. At the time of Jim's death, they had received a Foreclosure notice for their house (which was small for four people, but barely livable). They were up for eviction within a month, which makes it a good thing they are now getting Government help.
On Jim's last night, he used what was left of his savings, to take the entire family out for dinner. He didn't want them to think he was heartless by leaving them behind. (Unfortunately, that is exactly what the family feels about him!)
My part, in this effort, was to listen closely to what Jim, and the family members had to say, and provide information on what resources they could get, to help them through this experience. From my point of view, it was as simple as walking through a doorway to go between Jim and his Family. From their standpoint, they might as well have been on different planets! Yes, one of my frequent questions is how a person can communicate with dead relatives. Another one, believe it or not, is the opposite one, how a dead person can communicate with those he or she left behind. (Sometimes that is allowed -- for example, in the dream state -- but not in this case, because this particular Suicide situation drove a huge wedge between Jim and his family. For instance, even though I was able to walk between Jim and his Family, it was as if I was walking through a force field. And it was me, myself, who determined that it was best that neither Jim, nor his family knew I had access between them).
The person most traumatized by the actual death was Jim's wife, by the way, who found Jim in the bed, with a rubber band holding the bag on his head. He had asked to go to bed early, and she found him, already dead, when she was ready to retire for the evening. Paramedics were unable to do anything, and Jim was given a preliminary pronouncement of death at the scene, due to no brain activity. A more detailed pronouncement occurred at the hospital. The Suicide Note was short, and basically stated, "Sorry about that. I can't continue in this state".
One reason I have been led to write this is the fact that some of Jim's bodily organs, especially heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, and eyes, were able to be preserved. He put himself down as an Organ Donor, so all of this was done right at the beginning, by putting Jim on a Respirator, before transporting him to the Hospital. But the fascinating part of this was the fact that I was able to interview Jim's body organs! They were not happy with Jim's suicide, in the least! (His lungs had gone into convulsions, trying to preserve his life, for example). This is a little known fact, by the way, not highly known, due to a lack of interest in the subject of death in the United States. But I was able to get informed consent by some of Jim's Organs, for their future use in Organ Transplants. (The one exception were his Lungs, who considered themselves too highly traumatized to be able to function in anybody else's body).
What are Jim's prospects for his future as a "Cumulative Soul"? Tough, because he now has an emotional rift with his closest relatives, especially his wife, and may need to start some lifetimes with people in other, more remote Energy Rings (see link for more information), before he feels he could be ready to reconnect with people in this lifetime. One note: Jim has a tentative appointment with me, in another of my unpaid dream jobs, as a Librarian for the Akashic Records, for Life Review. Whether he is ready at that point is unsure, because of his current trauma.
Finally, a note on Suicide in general: Regardless of what you may have read in "sacred scriptures", there is no special retribution for Suicide. It is, simply put, one way a lifetime may end. In fact, there are situations where Suicide may be considered a good idea. One example is where you have been kidnapped by criminals, drugged, and forced (like a robot) to use a weapon to kill other people. Committing suicide, in this case, is not used against you at all -- on the contrary, in more illuminated, future courtrooms, you may be rehabilitated, and allowed to testify against the criminals in Court.
Thank you for your consideration, and best regards,
Kenneth Wayne Parker, Troubleshooter
"I look for trouble, and shoot it!"
For once, I have a story I am allowed to pass along to my followers. (Many of these are blocked, due to Client/Practitioner Privacy concerns. However, in this case, the only thing blocked is the name and location of the person who committed suicide, mainly for the privacy of the family). All I'm allowed to use is the short form of his first name, Jim.
Jim had a rocky, and eventful life, that matches a lot of others, in this difficult environment in the United States. He was a employee of a Restaurant, fairly well paid, until the Restaurant went bankrupt, due to a huge loss of other jobs in the area he lived in. The situation was so bad, that the majority of Public Schools had closed down, and the size of the Police and Fire departments were cut in half. Needless to say, this cut down on the number of people wishing for meals in this Restaurant (a local restaurant called something like Family Diner). However, at the same time the Restaurant receipts went down, the Rent for the building suddenly doubled! Why? The landlord said he could! He said, "Take it or leave it"! So, there was nothing left for the Restaurant to do but close. (I am not sure what the Restaurant management was able to do, because my Client lost touch with them. That will have to be someone else's story).
Jim had been doing somewhat OK, while employed. He had a wife and two children, one reason names and location (even State) have been redacted. (I can say the rest of the family is devastated by the Suicide. I sat down with them, but most of the details don't fit this story, except to state that their financial difficulties remain, and that they are, fortunately, being helped by Government Services).
After being "laid off" (a euphemism for "fired" I have yet to figure out), Jim, and his family went into a deep turmoil. There was no Severance pay, and he had kept up with vacation time, so they used up their savings pretty quickly. At the time of Jim's death, they had received a Foreclosure notice for their house (which was small for four people, but barely livable). They were up for eviction within a month, which makes it a good thing they are now getting Government help.
On Jim's last night, he used what was left of his savings, to take the entire family out for dinner. He didn't want them to think he was heartless by leaving them behind. (Unfortunately, that is exactly what the family feels about him!)
My part, in this effort, was to listen closely to what Jim, and the family members had to say, and provide information on what resources they could get, to help them through this experience. From my point of view, it was as simple as walking through a doorway to go between Jim and his Family. From their standpoint, they might as well have been on different planets! Yes, one of my frequent questions is how a person can communicate with dead relatives. Another one, believe it or not, is the opposite one, how a dead person can communicate with those he or she left behind. (Sometimes that is allowed -- for example, in the dream state -- but not in this case, because this particular Suicide situation drove a huge wedge between Jim and his family. For instance, even though I was able to walk between Jim and his Family, it was as if I was walking through a force field. And it was me, myself, who determined that it was best that neither Jim, nor his family knew I had access between them).
The person most traumatized by the actual death was Jim's wife, by the way, who found Jim in the bed, with a rubber band holding the bag on his head. He had asked to go to bed early, and she found him, already dead, when she was ready to retire for the evening. Paramedics were unable to do anything, and Jim was given a preliminary pronouncement of death at the scene, due to no brain activity. A more detailed pronouncement occurred at the hospital. The Suicide Note was short, and basically stated, "Sorry about that. I can't continue in this state".
One reason I have been led to write this is the fact that some of Jim's bodily organs, especially heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, and eyes, were able to be preserved. He put himself down as an Organ Donor, so all of this was done right at the beginning, by putting Jim on a Respirator, before transporting him to the Hospital. But the fascinating part of this was the fact that I was able to interview Jim's body organs! They were not happy with Jim's suicide, in the least! (His lungs had gone into convulsions, trying to preserve his life, for example). This is a little known fact, by the way, not highly known, due to a lack of interest in the subject of death in the United States. But I was able to get informed consent by some of Jim's Organs, for their future use in Organ Transplants. (The one exception were his Lungs, who considered themselves too highly traumatized to be able to function in anybody else's body).
What are Jim's prospects for his future as a "Cumulative Soul"? Tough, because he now has an emotional rift with his closest relatives, especially his wife, and may need to start some lifetimes with people in other, more remote Energy Rings (see link for more information), before he feels he could be ready to reconnect with people in this lifetime. One note: Jim has a tentative appointment with me, in another of my unpaid dream jobs, as a Librarian for the Akashic Records, for Life Review. Whether he is ready at that point is unsure, because of his current trauma.
Finally, a note on Suicide in general: Regardless of what you may have read in "sacred scriptures", there is no special retribution for Suicide. It is, simply put, one way a lifetime may end. In fact, there are situations where Suicide may be considered a good idea. One example is where you have been kidnapped by criminals, drugged, and forced (like a robot) to use a weapon to kill other people. Committing suicide, in this case, is not used against you at all -- on the contrary, in more illuminated, future courtrooms, you may be rehabilitated, and allowed to testify against the criminals in Court.
Thank you for your consideration, and best regards,
Kenneth Wayne Parker, Troubleshooter
"I look for trouble, and shoot it!"
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dream jobs don't pay physical world bills.
Due to an unfortunate encounter with a poisoned omelet at a Seattle IHOP back in April, my life has been in a tailspin, which I'm only pulling back into level flight now.
The "nice psychiatrists" who have been trying to help me put me onto a medication that left me docile, manageable, but completely miserable, as I could not sleep most nights. But do I dream! Twenty dreams a night, on average. In 8 to 10 of them, I'm employed.
A long time ago, I came up with a policy that seems to work well for me: If I'm not sure I'm in a dream or not, treat it as rock bottom reality. Follow all laws, treat people politely and with respect, and, if I'm employed, do the best job I possibly can. The problem is, when I wake up, besides being tired as the dickens, I'm in the same boat in physical reality as before I went to bed -- same poverty, same apartment that's threatening to go away if I don't pay rent. Same state agencies that want to shut me off from all services.
So what is my point? It seems there are those out there who use, "Dreams aren't real" to get around labor laws.
Anybody else experiencing dream jobs that are vivid enough to make you tired when you wake up? Post a comment!
The "nice psychiatrists" who have been trying to help me put me onto a medication that left me docile, manageable, but completely miserable, as I could not sleep most nights. But do I dream! Twenty dreams a night, on average. In 8 to 10 of them, I'm employed.
A long time ago, I came up with a policy that seems to work well for me: If I'm not sure I'm in a dream or not, treat it as rock bottom reality. Follow all laws, treat people politely and with respect, and, if I'm employed, do the best job I possibly can. The problem is, when I wake up, besides being tired as the dickens, I'm in the same boat in physical reality as before I went to bed -- same poverty, same apartment that's threatening to go away if I don't pay rent. Same state agencies that want to shut me off from all services.
So what is my point? It seems there are those out there who use, "Dreams aren't real" to get around labor laws.
Anybody else experiencing dream jobs that are vivid enough to make you tired when you wake up? Post a comment!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
PDF File for the story mentioned in prior post.
I have a PDF version now of the story that I started to put on another BLOG of mine, Eye Blink Universe, which prompted the creation of this BLOG. (I went ahead and put a post there anyway, saying there was a story, so off topic, that I had to create another BLOG to house it. Never mind that this is a BLOG I've wanted to create for quite some time).
The story is titled Two Nights in the life of Ken Parker, one of Seattle's many Dream Social Workers. It is a PDF file that you can view via Adobe Acrobat Reader or Preview (on the Mac).
To tease you just a bit, here are brief paraphrasings from the two parts (nights). Note, by the way, that this is a "real world" experience, but it cemented, in my mind, one of my biggest dream jobs:
1. Evicted from a Homeless Encampment, or, Turning myself into Seattle's East Precinct for "Orderly Conduct".
This first part starts with a security guard for a 24 hour store accepting my help when he was going to, possibly, evict 3 men from being right outside the only entrance to the store at 3:30 am. I happily take on the job [because it's right up my alley], and start talking about the "usual reasons" that people become homeless. These topics included the Golden Rule, the need to treat others with respect, courtesy and kindness, if you want the favor returned. Other topics included how Street Drugs have a tendency to ruin a person's life, and that Alcohol isn't too hot either.
Half an hour later, a petite and friendly looking (but somewhat depressed) young woman joined the group. (She could even be pretty if she cleaned herself up). I included her in the conversation, even getting many intelligent questions from her. In fact, due to her, I was able to expand the topics to "Beginning Reality 101". She showed true curiosity and an ability to listen that approaches my own. I was getting ready to ask her what agencies she works with, thinking I could pull for her to get her off the streets, but then I "put my foot in my mouth" by bringing up the Afterlife, putting her into Rebuttal and Argument mode! Finally, she accused me (and rightly so!) of being too talkative and long winded. And then, after an escalation, the funny lines! Her: "You have to leave now". Me: "But the security guard asked me to talk to you people". Her: "You have to leave now!" Me: "But I am here legitimately, since I need to shop". Her: "You have to leave now!" Me: "But I believe I have as much right to be here as you do!" Her: "You have to leave now!!!" Me: "What will you do if I don't leave?" Her: I will call the police and have them force you to leave!" Me: "OK. No problem. Good bye". Her: "And don't even think of coming back! I don't ever want to talk to you again!!!". Me: "That's cool".
I calmly and politely left the area and walked a couple of blocks before I started "rolling over the sidewalk laughing my head off!" Then, like the title, I proceded to the east Precinct Police Station and, with a completely straight face, said I need to turn myself in for "Orderly Conduct". The officer asked for clarification. After I got through the story, the desk officer joined me in a most hearty laughter! Come on, now, evicted from a group of homeless people, who would then be using that spot for panhandling and dealing drugs? That still rules as one of the funniest personal experiences I can think of in my life!
2. Doctor Jaclyn and Ms. Hyde -- or -- "You aroused who? You're lucky to be alive!"
I'll be brief on this one. Word spread around the Seattle Police Department, who know me quite well (and not always for the best). Some officers shared that, if she's the one they know, she's one of the ringleaders of the Seattle area drug trade. She is also highly rated in many versions of Martial Arts and so will defend herself if attacked, and "handle it herself". The police are quite sure that she's killed a number of men who tried to rape her, for instance. Then, one officer spoke up, the one in the title, saying that she also has a reputation for a huge "libido", and has a reputation for when, "in heat", being able to "sexually overpower" many men, and, when in complete control, robbing those men blind. She is rarely caught for that, because a typical man, sexually attacked by an attractive woman, tends to be too embarrassed to report the crime. And even when she gets caught, there's a "revolving door" in Wasington State that often lets people out way too quickly.
That's it for now. Feel free to comment. I have "Moderation" turned on, mainly due to the Spammers, but I'm quite happy to post alternative views, as long as the person is respectful.
The story is titled Two Nights in the life of Ken Parker, one of Seattle's many Dream Social Workers. It is a PDF file that you can view via Adobe Acrobat Reader or Preview (on the Mac).
To tease you just a bit, here are brief paraphrasings from the two parts (nights). Note, by the way, that this is a "real world" experience, but it cemented, in my mind, one of my biggest dream jobs:
1. Evicted from a Homeless Encampment, or, Turning myself into Seattle's East Precinct for "Orderly Conduct".
This first part starts with a security guard for a 24 hour store accepting my help when he was going to, possibly, evict 3 men from being right outside the only entrance to the store at 3:30 am. I happily take on the job [because it's right up my alley], and start talking about the "usual reasons" that people become homeless. These topics included the Golden Rule, the need to treat others with respect, courtesy and kindness, if you want the favor returned. Other topics included how Street Drugs have a tendency to ruin a person's life, and that Alcohol isn't too hot either.
Half an hour later, a petite and friendly looking (but somewhat depressed) young woman joined the group. (She could even be pretty if she cleaned herself up). I included her in the conversation, even getting many intelligent questions from her. In fact, due to her, I was able to expand the topics to "Beginning Reality 101". She showed true curiosity and an ability to listen that approaches my own. I was getting ready to ask her what agencies she works with, thinking I could pull for her to get her off the streets, but then I "put my foot in my mouth" by bringing up the Afterlife, putting her into Rebuttal and Argument mode! Finally, she accused me (and rightly so!) of being too talkative and long winded. And then, after an escalation, the funny lines! Her: "You have to leave now". Me: "But the security guard asked me to talk to you people". Her: "You have to leave now!" Me: "But I am here legitimately, since I need to shop". Her: "You have to leave now!" Me: "But I believe I have as much right to be here as you do!" Her: "You have to leave now!!!" Me: "What will you do if I don't leave?" Her: I will call the police and have them force you to leave!" Me: "OK. No problem. Good bye". Her: "And don't even think of coming back! I don't ever want to talk to you again!!!". Me: "That's cool".
I calmly and politely left the area and walked a couple of blocks before I started "rolling over the sidewalk laughing my head off!" Then, like the title, I proceded to the east Precinct Police Station and, with a completely straight face, said I need to turn myself in for "Orderly Conduct". The officer asked for clarification. After I got through the story, the desk officer joined me in a most hearty laughter! Come on, now, evicted from a group of homeless people, who would then be using that spot for panhandling and dealing drugs? That still rules as one of the funniest personal experiences I can think of in my life!
2. Doctor Jaclyn and Ms. Hyde -- or -- "You aroused who? You're lucky to be alive!"
I'll be brief on this one. Word spread around the Seattle Police Department, who know me quite well (and not always for the best). Some officers shared that, if she's the one they know, she's one of the ringleaders of the Seattle area drug trade. She is also highly rated in many versions of Martial Arts and so will defend herself if attacked, and "handle it herself". The police are quite sure that she's killed a number of men who tried to rape her, for instance. Then, one officer spoke up, the one in the title, saying that she also has a reputation for a huge "libido", and has a reputation for when, "in heat", being able to "sexually overpower" many men, and, when in complete control, robbing those men blind. She is rarely caught for that, because a typical man, sexually attacked by an attractive woman, tends to be too embarrassed to report the crime. And even when she gets caught, there's a "revolving door" in Wasington State that often lets people out way too quickly.
That's it for now. Feel free to comment. I have "Moderation" turned on, mainly due to the Spammers, but I'm quite happy to post alternative views, as long as the person is respectful.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Dream Social Worker Story (If I can figure out how to import a PDF file to BLOGGER)
I'm chomping at the bit to get a PDF file up on BLOGGER. There is a delay to get it there, due to the fact that the "intuitive" approach (Copy and Paste of Rich Text Format data straight to BLOGGER) failed so badly, as well as so hilariously, that I'll just ask you to be patient.
Of course, since I haven't started promoting this BLOG yet, this post is, simply, going on deaf ears. (However, it's there for completion, when somebody is looking at this BLOG as a whole).
While you are waiting, here's the "vector BLOG", the one I was writing to, when I figured out that an intending BLOG post was so hilariously off topic, that it could only be rectified by creating a new BLOG. And, thankfully, this BLOG name was not taken.
The Eye Blink Universe.
Of course, since I haven't started promoting this BLOG yet, this post is, simply, going on deaf ears. (However, it's there for completion, when somebody is looking at this BLOG as a whole).
While you are waiting, here's the "vector BLOG", the one I was writing to, when I figured out that an intending BLOG post was so hilariously off topic, that it could only be rectified by creating a new BLOG. And, thankfully, this BLOG name was not taken.
The Eye Blink Universe.
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