A message from Doug Lewis

A message from Doug Lewis, Mike Ruppert's friend and bandmate

Via Facebook

Cancer. Pain. Sarcoma. Diagnosis. Procedure. Allopathic. Alternative. Legions of doctors and staff. 6 months max. Hospice care. Morphine. Terminal. Belief. Survival. Awareness. Evolution. Recognition. The mind/body connection. The food/body connection. The teeth/whole body connection. Transcendent magic of the God kind. Tears. Time. Across a wide and endless black sea of storm. Dawn. A call to prayer. Touch. Healing.

My 16 year experience/experiment with cancer is drawing to a close. One way or another. I have gone off of Hospice care. And I have left the morphine weeks behind. Now it is only a personal relationship with what I can only intrerpret as a merciful God.

I have become an expert in the parallel fields of cancer and survival. My lean has been a stumble beyond the edge, past the point of balance and into the tumbling all the way down to the bottom and then some. To the back of beyond. I leave you with this.

Be kind. Be loving. Be gentle. Hold someone’s hand. Ask someone to hold yours. What you do unto others will be done unto you. There is no way around this. If your direction is the mountain then know there is a mountain beyond the mountain. Have patience when you lose the light and remain still. It will emerge.

Whatever you do and wherever you go on your journey - carry a secret smile and hold fast to that light. Day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute is better understood by ‘breath to breath’. Learn the high art of breathe and breathing. It is a devotion. And from it your center will find you.

A meme for Survival. Commit this to memory:

Size up the situation.

Undue haste makes waste.

Realize where you are.

Vanquish fear and panic.

Improvise.

Value living.

Act like the natives.

Learn basic skills.

And pray, pray, pray for the absence of pain. In your life and that of others who you love and cherish.

This solid door pushed by two sides of one breeze

Hinges between two worlds…

“I have lived on the lip of insanity,

wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens.

I have been knocking from the inside.”

In old age wandering lively may I walk

In old age wandering it is finished in beauty

This is an interview Mike Ruppert did on his artistic self and New White Trash