hi,
i'm not a psychology professional, i've not gone to college - yet.
tuesday
october 26, 2004 i wrote beginning at 3 a. m. to near 10 am, many hours
before game 3 of the world series what turned out to be as i've come to
understand it, the only piece by anyone that showed mathematically how the
sox would win, why they would win and when. i'm not a math pro by any
standard, looking back from high school 2 decades ago, i failed algebra.
i
did take 1 semester of psychology and almost failed that too.
i went on to compare the outcome of the game 3 and 4 by comaring it to the
tragedy of september 11, 2001. i aslo went on to further the mathematical
equation by of all things, a british telephone number left in a music
newsgroup in a conversation unrelated to the series, aside from the fact
it
"came into place" during my work. it just so happens that it was in my
"favorite" british band, queens newsgroup. it also just so happens that
the
person who left that number, a person from the uk, shares the name of a
relative of mine, more on that later.
i could not see the game, played out in my minds imagination, i could not
see into the "greater scheme of things aka gods own and mother natures own
script" the whole two games to the point of "who" would do what, i did not
have a mental video of the games before the game. i did have the chance
to
name names prior to games 1 and 2 and back to games 6 and 7 of the alcs.
naming names regarding who would be productive in the run department first
etc. i used that chance.
i did not turn to a gambling casino's betting line, i did not sit here and
listen, read or watch past series etc. for the record, my own money was
never used in a formal bet, anywhere. money meaning out of my pocket, my
bank account etc.
i can sit here and tell you i'm left with the impression that the
re****ters
for espn's baseball tonight read what i had left for their own words
seemed
very complimentary to everything i started, yet my own name, my own words,
were never used.
i can say that from my positon here at home, i am related to some persons
who have been a significant group of people who have ever had the
priviledge
to call themselves americans. raised between where kruschev and kennedy
talked in person here in hyannis, mass, gone onto be sci fi thriller
writers. became the proteges to kennedys deputy director of the cia and
eventually became the sole awarded contract to the pentagons non lethal
weapons program during the clinton administration. these people have of
all
names in their history, fromm. my own wifes grandmother was a fromm.
related or not to erik fromm, i know not but am told by her, there was no
relation. her time on earth came when fromm himself was escaping a world
of
nazi occupation, much like another famed person from that area, sought to
suceed from world war one german oppresion, gustav mahler. mahler,
related
or not to myself, was in boston, mass the year prior to my grandfathers
birth in boston. in other words, much could have gone on then, that never
made it to record to date.
my wifes grandfather, well he was the 1st american ever to open a "main
street store" business in israel. he went back and forth during a time
when
communism was running amock, the korean war era into the kennedy
administration. i've looked at a photo of a prominent russian and my
grandfather in law, the two are strikingly similar. that russian, to
date,
through historical record, does not know his father. that russian is
vladimir putin. my grandfather in law went on to be something like the
head
of civil service here in massachusetts, he died along with his wife, a
couple of years apart during the early 1990's. cecil freeman and anne
(fromm) freeman. their daughter, janet (freeman) morris went onto build,
own and to date, operate http://www.m2tech.us.
her credentials regarding
psychiatry and all that is debatable includes silva mind control, master
of
and the hindu subud. janets sister, deborah, she's my wifes mother, may
deborah rest in peace. i believe everybody has a twin and reincarnation.
why? pre christmas 2003, leonda (my wife) and i stood in best buy,
hyannis
and were fortunate enough to bear witness to deborahs "twin". remember,
president clinton went on to say in his last address that we are all
related
by one single strand of dna.
i've searched hi and low through red sox chat and redsoxnation of
yahoogroups and alt.s****ts.baseball.bos-redsox for anything remotely or
closely related to my own words, about the alcs and world series and to
date, even with thousands of writers and readers, nobody has come close at
all, nobody. i'm not here to gloat and or think i reign supreme, although
i
am astonished. that kind of math - social - psychology has been in my
mind
since the mid 90's. not of coincidence, when mrs. morris and her husband
gave my wife and i our first computer. remember netscape 3? that far
back.
to date, i've not spent so much as more than 5 hours with them since 1989
when leonda and i wed. they weren't even there. that 5 hours spent i
mean,
face to face or for a few moments at a time via a phone call.
the pertinence of all that is well, im****tant. it is the belief that
people
who hear voices are essentially mentally ill. in this day and age where
security is all so im****tant here and abroad, not just for this nation but
for all peoples of all nations, i can understand my thoughts on mental
illness and national including personal security. here i leave for you my
thoughts, in brief but to the point. i sat here many a time in the last
few
weeks, two exactly at my computer desk and known since the day before the
game seven red sox victory against new york that this was make or break
for
me in more ways than one. i had been reading up on the yahoogroups list
thieves world, a sci fi fantasy group about the series "thieves world"
once
co authored by janet morris. i met along the way, a jan and christopher,
neither using the last name, morris. i'm going to go back here to early
fall 2003 at the coffee shop, prodigal son of hyannis. leonda and i had
become friendly with a person named victoria, a then cape cod resident who
was just starting out in college. come the end of game seven, a police
man
was firing away with non lethal pepper ball munition and ended the life of
the very similar looking victoria snelgrove. that same night, a vehicle
much like the morrises was torched in front of a burger king. i have that
video courtesy of the public broadcast of fox 25 out of boston. to date,
i've not stepped foot in boston since driving through it i recall, around
valentines day weekend 2003. to date, i've not seen the victoria of the
prodigal son since that last fall.
there are many a building around here in hyannis that have all kinds of
close staircases, small landings that seem to go on and on. imagine my
suprise one night last late winter 2004 when i found in **** art forum, a
black and white photo of two young women sharing kisses on a staircase,
both
very reminiscent of my wife and the victoria of the progidal son. believe
me that person is not leonda nor either victoria but a turning point in
history around here. i dont' have that photo on hand. i don't know how
to
find the victoria from the prodigal son, i do know that both victorias
were
going to college, looked amazingly alike and both were of the same age. a
person i know introduced me to the word synchronicity a couple of years
ago,
i knew of it but never did find a use for it more than associating the
rock
group "the police" and their successful lp of the same title,
"synchronicity", released in the 1980's.
about hearing voices, mental illness, security and just being human. can
anyone make the arguement that between two non mentally ill persons,
specifically relatives they in turn can hear each other even when complete
continents and oceans seperate them?
i have my evidence. james william mahler, a marine of vietnam, died in
vietnam and that exact moment he perished, his brother, my uncle ted
mahler
and his wife, marylin awoke from a sound sleep here in massachusetts.
there was no phone call then and there at that time, jimmy was in the
field
in battle, not a time for phone calls. i can recall many a time sitting
here in front of this screen when my wife would comment on what i was
specifically writing about, including the subject yet she was nowhere near
a
computer screen at all. in fact, she wasn't even told what i was writing
by
my own hand. a woman sometimes gets emotinal, if you could've seen
leondas
face and heard her voice moments ago, perhaps you can understand why i
told
her that her behavior regarding a conversation with her godmother was like
but the entire lineage of family and its sliver of history it represents
and
that same sliver of present and future. for the record, her godmother
raised janet and deborah. leonda was as i saw, squaking and vibrant with
emotional voice, defensive and not wanting an arguement. cerebral palsy
is
easy to understand given that person with c. p. has a fair use of their
vocal chords, fortunatly leonda does. i'm going on record here to state
that well, yes i've heard "thought" as if it were but the comment of mrs.
morris herself from well, wherever she was at the time. it came at
critical
juncturs as i see and understand it within the last week, as noted above.
i've got all the original emails and posts, complete with posting history
and the innards of emails and newsposts aka, headers too.
i find it sad but challenging that in todays day and age, there is more
focus on the words "hearing voices" and "ill in regards to psychiatry.
sad
because all too many people are left adrift in life without any real idea
as
to just who and or what they hear and the ability of. left in the said
care
of modern psychiatry, the schizophrenics, the bipolars are far too often
touted as people if but by the good will of god, themselves and drugs
along
with counciling may have a livable life. i say, cast away the drugs, cast
away the belief it is illness, cast away the fears of all that one hearing
voices is but a chance for an unknown or known enemy or competitor in any
level in life to hear and conquer. i don't know much about the 1800's and
psyche drugs, i do know they took off in popularity around the time of
world
war one to this date, 2004. i for one, know full well what those drugs
can
do. xyprexa, geodon, seroquel, risperdol, thorazine, abilify, depakote
and
haldol. they numb, they dampen, they provide the said betterment of man,
a
belief all to well held by the courts by their actions, the doctors and
their uncountable prescriptions written and mandated to be used, they give
the ability to not concentrate on matters at hand with the belief that
said
drugs can and will with therapy provide the positive working patient a
means
to better their lives so say the doctors by a huge margin. excuse me if
that margin is not so huge at all but of all places in this world, the
words
critical psychiatry, a central, not left, not right title a centrist
title,
a take it for what you make of it title, it seems more often than not,
there
is more praise and word about the good of drugs and more words about the
falling out of place in society by those who do not take them.
i can attest personally that said drugs did not do me any good, i know
before taking them, i could and almost did ace a microsoft office multiple
choice training and exam program. upon returning to that exam after a
three
week break due to a wrongly and unjustily court ordered hospitalization,
while on those drugs, i could not for the life of me, knowing the
im****tance
of the training program, concentrate and answer correctly anything i had
already did prior to. in fact, i know now that since i've been off of
abilify for nearly two months now, my mathematical "expertise", my reason
for finding joy has returned, as noted, to date that i know of, the only
person amongst thousands to come up with near bullseye precision about the
alcs and world series for starters.
i don't claim any relation to erik fromm or gustav mahler, i don't come
here
to state that you are wrong in full, nor i am totally correct in this
world
either, i do know that martin luther king jr. once said the route to peace
is to make it peacefully along the way. i do know thast ghandi went on to
share his bedroom with many a woman and other than his wife, he did not
physically touch any of them in a ***ual manner. i'm not sending out an
invite either. i am asking you, what do you make of all this that i've
stated, where should i head in regards to schooling, please, give me a
title. i am also asking that you give this careful consideration for
review
around the world of psychiatry, like the red sox who were not really
heading
anywhere, or seemingly so a the beginning of baseball season 2004, well
you
know their outcome. i do believe if not directly myself, someone else is
gong to "win" in a manner no other has ever before, much like the red sox
of
2004.
thanks,
sicerely,
william k. mahler
south yarmouth, massachusetts.
http://www.mahlers.com
(bandwidth exceeded until november 2004)
http://capecod.no-ip.org
mahler radio, real player and winamp friendly.
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