My old friend, Colonel Eli Lilly

 My old friend, Colonel Eli Lilly, was an early mentor to my mind. I met him when I was 9 or 10. He had been passed for a few years when we first met in an Ally west of Ky. Ave and Miller Street. In Indianapolis, Indiana. Even from the grave, he was working to help humankind. We talked over the years as I was brought up to speed on his most exceptional work, and I called his Grandest Postulate: The Placebo Effect. He was hung up on its effects and wondered if it passed into Religion and caused the “God Effect.” This unknowable effect was affecting me. made me think about how belief, whether in medicine or in faith, can deeply influence our lives. I hope sharing this sparks your own reflections on the spiritual side of healing and belief.

I saw no scar mentioned. The injury I saw was on the left side of the stomach. The civil war vet asked if I would like to see the location where it came out. I said yes, so he pulled down his pants and showed me the exit point, his asshole. I was somewhat shocked but Intrigued That this older man in the alley claimed to be Colonial Eli Lilly. Of course, I did not know who he was then. He explained that wounds suffered during the civil war had after effects far worse than their original wound or later disease. His losses were crippling for a small, battered, beat-up boy like me at that time. He went into detail about some crazy Ideas that something called the Placebo Effect was the most potent excuse for the power of a higher power, or A God, if you will. It would take some convincing for me to get my head around this concept. I realized that “The Placebo Effect” was what was responsible for my life and my ability to transform Hate into Love. Even at 66, it is hard to do. He was a believer in as you believe, so shall it be. At thirteen, I would get a bad and only cause of any sexual dis-ease he claps. I went to see an ancient Doctor on East Washington Street for Penicillin. While there in terror, The Doctor told me I was fortunate to get this Clap. He was privy to a new, spectacular drug that not only would cure this but would stop me from ever getting any other type of sexually transmitted disease.

For the rest of my life, I am sure I got the standard dose of Penicillin, now. Yet the Doctor’s smooth and kind voice assured me I was safe. I attest that I would become, by the push of the local Catholic Priest at the time, a high-priced preteen escort from 1965 to 1972. I joined the Army in Jan 72. I am missing the AIDS epidemic. Several of my clients died from AIDS. I was OK. Thanks, Colonel Eli Lilly. He was overly convinced that God was a larger form of the placebo-an idea that suggests our faith in a higher power can have real effects on our health and life outcomes. This effect makes me wonder how much our beliefs, whether in medicine or Spirituality, shape our experiences and perceptions of reality, blurring the lines between faith and placebo influence.

There is no place like Home;

 There is no place like Home; There is no other place like home. Toto, there is no place like home. There are no homeless people. Only Houseless people without a home address. The USA needs to open up its

lands for people.

1. Childhood Instability and the "Quality Highways."

 

1. Childhood Instability and the "Quality Highways."

Harris spent his childhood in Indianapolis. His family moved often, living in more than 100 different homes. Going to twenty grade schools, some two or three times in the same year. Two high schools and one junior high. Five universities. And lots of special trainings, from Remote viewing for L. Ron Hubbard to OT7, The movement, Insight, Scientology, and the Church of Others. 

Will the common man survive mankind?

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Will the common man survive mankind?

Will life become supercharged, or will it slow down in response to the domination of the world by others? Will we all simply yawn and say goodnight? But no—we fight. We fight like cats and dogs. Are we the same animal they believed we were 6,000 years ago? Now, the trusted priest is revealed as the Archbishop, and the dollar can no longer buy a loaf of bread. You're no longer addicted to their cigarettes, yet you reach out for the next bottle of pills from the drugstore. We all walk faster at night, once again afraid of our own shadows. Are we on the wrong road? Have we passed Go and forgotten our two hundred bucks at the turn?

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A new Republic can become a new start.

 https://coda.grammarly.com/d/AI-Driven-Medical-Education_df89Q8IJNd8    https://coda.grammarly.com/d/AI-Driven-Medical-Education_df89Q8IJNd8        This moment signals a new beginning for humanity. Often called the fourth wave of human history, it marks a fundamental transformation in our collective existence. The term' fourth wave' refers to a shift following the agricultural, industrial, and digital revolutions. Humanity must now reimagine its purpose and direction amid unprecedented change. A sudden, worldwide shower of rocks left most people unconscious. This marked an instant rupture from the familiar world. In the aftermath, a bizarre phenomenon occurred. A rock wall rose from the ground, enclosing the ruins as it grew steadily and formed a new city. Its existence, both mystery and symbol, suggested unknown forces shaping this new era. Amid these extraordinary events, I faced urgent questions about survival, meaning, and my responsibility in this altered reality. Searching for shelter through the air's sharp metal scent, I longed for you. I pictured your face to calm my heart and steady my breath.

Moving from experience to reflection, I began to question my survival. Why did I survive? Why am I still alive? Is humanity destined for transformation? I felt both relief at surviving and guilt for those who did not awaken. Yet uncertainty shadowed me—why was I spared? Soon, I realized my survival was not isolated. It was part of a larger disruption in life's patterns. This led me to new philosophical questions about existence and meaning. I began to wonder if survival carries responsibilities. Do survivors owe it to themselves and those who did not endure to search for meaning or purpose? This echoes existentialist views, like Sartre's, that individuals must create meaning in an indifferent universe. Other perspectives exist. A religious view might see survival as part of a divine plan, with a purpose, or as a test.

In contrast, structuralist thought might stress social patterns that shape survival and meaning. My experience, then, becomes part of a broader web beyond my control. Thus, my survival sets me apart from those who perished and compels me to face my function in shaping purpose amid chaos. Ultimately, this experience challenges traditional views of humanity and stimulates reflection on fate, agency, and our obligations to others during crises. Such events force us to confront core aspects of human nature: fear, hope, resilience, and our search for meaning. Through these reflections, I saw that survival brings doubt and asks us to confront questions about the value of life, the randomness of fate, and our ethical responsibilities. As I absorbed all this, I felt the weight of these philosophical consequences. Making sense of reality requires both personal reckoning and a broader look at our collective condition. The seriousness of these thoughts made my hands quiver. I sat on my kitchen floor and wondered if today would be the day I am judged.