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A special gathering of beings
An alien being on a faraway planet toiled over his latest project. It was a 256 mile-long magnetized transportation tube that could shuttle humans faster and safer than the cars, trains, and airplanes that were popular on planet Earth. Sharing his latest invention at his group’s monthly gathering, nobody seemed interested. To dramatize how important and helpful his invention would be, at the next gathering he replicated a Boeing 707 jet crash. The plane made an awful nose dive, then smashed into the ground nearby, shaking it violently. It landed close enough to fling some engine parts into their food substance, a delicious and nutritional nectar that they specially prepared…
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After Earth
When he awakened to find himself floating horizontally, Brad Rosedale’s first thought was I am dead. Yet he could open his eyes and see two bluish hairless beings leaning over him. I am no longer human. I am Numan. Memory of his pre-human life surged into his awareness, and the life he lived on Earth became a dream. Assume the vertical position, said a voice inside his head. His body was raised up and he could feel the ground under his feet. Follow us, and he was walking behind two Elders and out of the Great Hall. He arrived at a circle where 300 beings sat facing him and began…
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The final days of the Rosedales
Moving beyond his robotic behavior, Brad meets the final challenge of fully accepting his humanity. He decides that because he has reached a contented state the mission has been accomplished. He believes from his studies that he could pass on to a higher plane of existence, one with more evolved spiritual evolution. A terrible tragedy takes place – Elly dies in a plane crash returning from Japan. Brad is lost, but makes a final effort to spend his remaining years in service to the good of others. He donates the Elly’s life insurance check to a charity for poor children, and takes a volunteer job doing medical exams in homeless…
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The man who’s wife called him a robot
Elly watched Brad head for his upstairs office for the second time one Saturday. First after breakfast, now after lunch. “You’re a robot,” she called out, as she cleared the dishes from their lovely lunch of whole-grain pasta stewed with fresh-cut vegetables and a side of steamed brown rice. She worked hard to keep him healthy, and she deserved a little attention. Not today. Butt back in his chair, he refreshed the computer screen and continued entering data for the third medical report of the day. Pushing sixty, preparing for retirement, he thought of Mo dying alone in his beat-up trailer, or Natalie waiting for the next government so she…
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The Disability Industrial Complex
Finally, it was time for attorney Roman to do his cross-examination. “Your honor, I move that the witness Dr. Rosedale be excused from this hearing, and that he be barred from ever doing expert witness work again in the great state of California.” The judge could not hide his surprise. He lifted his elbows off the table and sat all the way back in his chair. “Really? On what basis do you make this motion, Mr. Roman?” Defense attorney Lamb rolled his eyes and focused on an empty corner in the room. His assistant Brandy dropped her pen and bent to retrieve it. Ronald Roman narrowed his eyes at the…
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The Disability Industrial Complex – Roman meets Brad
The date of the hearing came, and Dr. Rosedale arrived at the conference room early, so he could set up a knee arthritis model, a chart showing injury trajectories, and colorful posters of knee anatomy. Dennis came, and they shared some strategies. The judge arrived, helped himself to the coffee urn, and stayed out of the way by engaging in small talk with a receptionist. Brandy arrived, serving as a witness for the county, and sat herself in a corner with her notes. The only other was a court reporter who set up her equipment across from where the judge would sit. The clock struck 1 PM and everyone was…
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The Disability Industrial Complex – a case of bad knees
Dr. Brad Rosedale quickly scanned the chart of a 48-year-old social worker who was claiming disability for an injury to her knees while on a work assignment. “Ms. Skruge come on in please,” he announced to the waiting room. A woman in a purple coat grasped two ski poles from against the wall, planted them in front of her, and hoisted herself out of the chair with a moan. Hyperventilating, she shuffled stiffly toward the man in the white coat, and they filed into an exam room. “Please have a seat,” he said, and positioned them in chairs on opposite sides of a small desk. It was a busy day,…
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Oman decides to challenge Brad (Numan) on Earth
The natives on the big blue planet, mostly Elders, would check in on their members who were foolhardy enough to go on a human mission. When they saw that Numan as Brad Rosedale, had succeeded in becoming a doctor, it was big news at The Gathering. Oman was especially intrigued and projected an energetic thought ball, “I’m going to be born on Earth and challenge Numan in his mission.” Everyone in the group was intensely amused, even the Elders paused and let sparks of laughter-energy ripple through their bodies. There was some discussion, and two Elders immediately offered to collaborate. They didn’t need to run Oman through the preparation protocol…
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Discoveries about the ultimate reality
In one fluid motion, Cassy shoved her chair back, sprang her lanky frame to its full height, raised her arms above her shoulders, and shouted: “This table is real!” Then she bent forward and swung her forearms down. Bang! The table shook and everyone jumped in their seats. The outburst made Brad’s stomach churn. What did I say to cause that? His medical experience forced him to look at her arms for signs of an injury. No evidence of broken bones. But that must have hurt. Returning to her chair, Cassy looked around at the dozen startled faces. Her eyes were burning like fiery coals, and a tight frown had…
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The burden of the path to abundance
Brad thought he finally had everything just right. Nothing was missing; all the deep spiritual work was over, and now it was paying off. He had a happy marriage to the pretty and devoted Elly, who was a final answer to his old problem of finding a soulmate. They enjoyed a view across the Bay where they could see Oakland and the San Mateo bridge from the balcony of their penthouse condo on the peninsula. The clinic patients were under control, and he had started doing Independent Medical Examinations for industrial injury insurance companies. A typical work week was 60-65 hours, some of it at home where he could write…
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Opening to abundance
Brad picked up Elly at the San Francisco International Airport arrivals level, after a red-eye flight. Popping the trunk of his Toyota Corolla, he began loading her luggage, which was heavy with scrumptious cookies and stylish ladies apparel from Japan. “How were your meditations, hon?” he said, excited to share his results. He closed the trunk and gave her a quick hug and a kiss. “I didn’t do any,” she said. “There was too much going on with my family, and my parents needed help. They can’t keep things clean and organized like they did when they were younger.” They got in the car and he nodded at the traffic…