The "Dream Social Worker" dreams of helping a man pass over.

Hello,

I experienced a clear enough dream, that I felt comfortable sharing it here.

First, the "objective" part, before I got the clarity at the end:

I'm someone who knows roller-blading, but was unsure of the level of my abilities.  I'm in a mountainous area.  Been in a bazaar that feels like in India, and there was talk of a "fun, roller blade trip", which seemed:  "could be fun".  So I take them up on it.  Then, there's a young, athletic sort who also signs up.  So, while an older man (who might be running the race) describes this to him, I start having second thoughts, but then, find out that I've already committed to the race earlier, when I signed something!  So, after he temporarily disappears with the athlete, he comes back, and invites me to go out with him.  There's a car, with children in the far back, and space in the "near back seat area".  I get in on the left, and the man, running the race, gets in on the left, front passenger seat.  And then they're driving (supposedly on the mountainous course of the race I'm supposed to be in).  The man starts asking me questions and, because it's all I know to do at the time, start answering as Kenneth Wayne Parker!  ("Where were you born?"  "Puerto Rico?"  "Does that make you Jewish"?  "No.  My dad was a Baptist").  And then, the car drives off a cliff, WAY up in the air!  I immediately lie down in my seat and get into as deep of a meditation as I can, waiting for the transition to "dead". After getting deeper, and deeper, I wake up, with an immediate analysis, from "upstairs".

Next, the analysis, from a Dream Social Worker perspective, working in a dream, this time:

First off, Kenneth Wayne Parker is not a Roller-Blade "expert".  I guess much of the dream, I was acting as a "cell" in the body of my client.  It turns out that he [yes, male body] was not only an expert Roller-Blade athlete, but was adept in Eastern Religion Meditation, and had studied the Tibetan Book of the Dead book.  But he, having fore-knowledge of his upcoming death, called for help, and I came.  My main contribution was in the car.  I first assured him that this might be the time, as something strange was going on, by answering the race coordinator as myself, rather than the racer.  And then, right away, the car's off the cliff, and I'm there meditating with him.  And then, they separated only the "waking consciousness" of Kenneth Wayne Parker, who woke up in bed.  Other parts of me accompanied the athlete into the Clear Light, in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. 

This is enough for now.  I may add to the article (rather than simply commenting), and this might even turn into a story in my Alida Chronicles BLOG.

Thank you!

"Industrial Strength Liquid Laxative" ran me ragged last night.

Hello folks,

In just a few more hours, I'll be off on a bus trip, which will end up at Madison and Broadway, Swedish Medical Center, in beautiful Seattle, WA.

Last night, I used "Gavilyte-G Solution 4000ML", an Industrial Strength Liquid Laxative, which was used to completely "flush out" my digestive system, so that I can successfully undergo a Colonoscopy today, beginning at 12 noon.

Guess what?  I was run ragged, between my bed (where I was doing abdominal massage on myself), a chair in the bedroom, and a toilet seat in my bathroom.

The "directions" for the Givilyte-G say to drink 8 ounces every 15 minutes.  But after about 4 of those, I experienced upper stomach bloating, and was in danger of vomiting.  So I called the doctor's office, getting their answering service.  I asked for help, and the night doctor (who's not doing the procedure) called me back.  He told me that they absolutely do not want me to vomit, and so to take my time and allow my digestive tract to do its work.  Good move!  Thank you night doctor (whose name I do not remember).

The good news?  I feel 500 percent better now!!!   It turns out that I was suffering from some sort of chronic, mostly on, "vague discomfort" in my lower abdomen.  The reason I know this now is by contrast.  Because it went away last night!

Wish me luck!   :-)

Thank you and best regards,

Kenneth Parker, Seattle, WA

Update on Colonoscopy: Night before with an Industrial Strength Laxative.

Hello folks,

I'm still in the preparation phase for tomorrow's Colonoscopy, 12 noon, at Swedish Hospital in Seattle, WA.

As anyone knows, who has gone through this procedure, the large intestine must be clean (or at least close enough) before the procedure starts.  So there is this Industrial Strength Liquid Laxative that is prescribed for the day before, beginning at 4-5 in the afternoon.  Well guess what?  Even before the procedure, I'm feeling mentally clearer than I've felt in years!

You see, there has been research, suggesting that digestive issues can affect mental health.

Anyway, my next post will likely be after I get home from the procedure.

Thank you for your consideration.

Best regards,

Kenneth Parker

This Dream Social Worker going in for a Colonoscopy on Wednesday

Hello folks,

A "big body" is going to the hospital on Wednesday to undergo a Colonoscopy.

I am following all of the instructions, and am trusting that, no matter how big the body is (space nebula?  Long story, link later), it wants to feel comfortable.

I'll use this forum to describe my experiences.  Right now, I'm in the preliminary phase, the last day of a "low fiber diet".  Tomorrow, I'll be in the "clear liquid" phase.  Fortunately, even for big bodies, there are facilities, in these realms to handle them.  I'm talking "other planes" big, by the way, not what happens when you eat too much junk food.

I'll be doing posts, in this forum, so others can know what they can expect, if they schedule medical procedures in Seattle.

My doctor will be Karlee Ausk, MD, and the procedure will be done on Wednesday, September 18, 2013, starting somewhere around 12 pm.

Yes, this is a case of care being given to a care giver.  There is an important point here, because the doctors and nurses are people, too.  They need care too.  I'll be fine, due to qualifying for Medicare.   I'll be operating "in parallel", where all of my cells (or at least a large portion of them) will be "little versions of Kenneth Wayne Parker", in their own version of Swedish Hospital, here in Seattle.  So, when I move my arm, all the "little Ken Parkers" in their cells, will also move their arm.  That's the way Parallel Processing works in the computer field, by the way.

Wish me luck!  There will be updates, through the end of the procedure.  This should be a great experience, and blogging it is awesome.

Thank you and best regards,

Kenneth Parker, Dream Social Worker (as well as many other hats:  Check my profile)

---  "You might already be my client.

Being a "Social Worker" for Planet Earth.

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".

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!"

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!