"What IS reality?" (video) --- "Kiefer89" of WA

Many years ago, I came across two video clips of Jet's that someone, "TheMickeyRat", had taken the time to upload to YouTube, along with a bunch of Jet's personal pictures taken mostly from his step-family's Thanksgiving in 2002.

Jet was an introvert and “spacing out” isn't necessarily a sign of insanity (I do it, and I'm sure YOU do it, too). In his “Reality”-clip, he's on poppers (I asked him specifically), he's listening to "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed and oh.. that yelling black adult man at the end of the video is taken from a movie called “Animal Factory” (2000), so.. no guys, that's definitely not “another possible victim” of that monster you have created to entertain your fantasies.

Over the 8 years since I left a comment on this «Reality»-video, the responses have been exclusively «negative», I suppose, but at least I can sincerely stand by what I said then.

(Jet and I both enjoyed Pink Floyd a lot, by the way.)

WHY? Because he was REAL (or, at least as real as he "could" be - the vast majority of his letters were read and re-read a few times by bored prison guards looking for reasons to further "punish" him, and the same went for his phone calls, so..).

I was the one who asked him to, preferably in details, share his experience with regards to the Groene-situation (that is, the part before the taking of the kids to the Montana woods). I still think "The Groenes" is my favorite blog entry of Jet's - and I sincerely appreciate them all.

Thank you, Jet. I spoke to one of your sisters a couple of days ago, and she kindly gave me all I needed to know with regards to your ashes (and "final resting place", as they say). Hey buddy.. I miss you. 

"Kiefer89", May 2021

"Unfortunately, there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is." - Carl Jung

Joseph Edward "Jet" Duncan III (February 25, 1963 - March 28, 2021)

My soulmate, free at last!

(Jet while attending North Dakota State University)

Today, on the 28^th March 2021, I received a call from one of your attorneys, informing me that you, my Lighthouse, Mr. Joseph Edward Duncan III (the fourth of five children born to Lillian Mae and Joseph Edward Duncan Jr. on the 25^th of February 1963 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina) had been released from this ride that most people call «life», this morning.

Over the course of nearly 9 years, you and I have exchanged (1000+) letters, x number of 15 minute-monitored-and-recorded phone calls, etc.. and, you know, shared some personal experiences.

I last spoke to you on the phone earlier this month (on the 2^nd) , and we agreed to speak again in a couple of days.. and then, someone affiliated with your case calls me instead - to tell me that you have now left ALL mortal prisons (or, «passed away», as they like to put it nowadays). I smiled. Of course, I still do. 

There is no such thing as death. There is only transition.

I love you and you love me.

Your Valkyrja

[via e-mail from Norway, March 28, 2021]

Brain Surgery Aftermath

Part 1: Brain Surgery Aftermath

So, a couple of weeks ago I let some brain surgeons cut a three-inch hole in my skull so they could reduce the mass of a fist-sized tumor that was killing me. They told me even before the surgery that the tumor will most likely grow back, and kill me anyway. The point of the surgery and any follow-up treatment (like, chemo-therapy, and radiation-therapy) would be simply to slow it down, and hopefully slow down the debilitating effects of the tumor as well.

So, I refused the chemo and radiation "therapies", because I saw no advantage in slowing it down, if doing so meant only that I have to be 80% paralyzed on my left side longer, and whatever other maladies (debilitating consequences) the tumor has in store for me down the road (three to six months from now I could lose the ability to speak, eat, or even crap without needing a diaper change (man, that really "hurt" to write that, and I'm sure it will "hurt" even more if and when it happens).

It's sinking in slowly, just how much worse it can (and likely will) get. The worst part isn't shitting my pants (which thankfully I haven't done yet, not being able to feel or use my left hand (thank God I still have nearly 100% use of my right hand (my writing hand!). The worst part, and what I dread the most, is losing my ability to think clearly, and solve simple problems, like just covering myself with a blanket to get warm so I can sleep. I never thought of such things as a "skill" before. But, not being able to do such simple tasks, without getting confused and frustrated, has changed my perspective on what a "skill" even is. 

Part 2: How It All Fits (Understanding, Love, Judgment, Hate, etc.)

Love is understanding.

Understanding is the absence of judgment (i.e. forgiveness, which is also love, proper).

Faith is the absence of fear (and vice versa). Fear prevents understanding, and thereby is the enemy of love.

Hate is a form of ignorance, which then is a lack of understanding accompanied by fear - find the fear, confront it, and then understanding will arise. This is the simplest form of a miracle (a.k.a. "healing").

Innocence is the ability to understand without judgment (i.e. recognized by a complete absence of fear).

Ignorance is a form of false understanding that twists the mind's ability to perceive and understand anything (i.e. ignorance is insanity, which is also judgment without understanding). There can be no judgment with understanding (if you read the above carefully, with understanding (i.e. without judgment), this impossibility will be self-evident.

Judgment invokes fear, and hatred.

Understanding invokes faith, and love.

Understanding is the comprehension that occurs when we see the connection, and/or relationships between two or more principles. It's really very simple, once you see the relationships/connections, i.e. once you understand.

Part 3: P.S. They're watching me now

I can't even articulate how I know they're watching me; I just do. And I know why, even though I can't tell you that either. If I said (wrote) the reason then they'd just change it. They change the reasons for what they do all the time --- that's why they say "the reasons" don't matter in the end, only the consequence matters.

I agree that the reasons don't matter. They never do. Reasons are never more than a form of judgment that catch up with us in the end.

[J.D. Nov 5. 2020]

This Is Death

I do not seek death, though I know that death seeks me. 

So, I will welcome it when it comes, because I know in my heart that there is no reason to fear death. Yes, death is just a void, but it is not empty as most assume. In fact, it is within the void of death that everything we call life happens. We live within the void of death already, so fearing it makes no sense. Life is just a dream of death. Death itself might even consider life to be a nightmare, and in some ways it may even fear life more than we often fear death. In this sense, perhaps fearing death is the same as fearing life; it is equally nonsensical. To reject or fear death in one's heart/mind is no less than rejecting and/or fearing life.

J.D. Nov. 18, 2020