Another Hospital Trip

Well friends, I took another ER trip and once again, they could find nothing wrong.

Here’s how it played out:

3:00 PM- I’m late for a doctor’s appointment for my second surgery letter, running (as well as I can in a pair of wedges) from the Beaverton Transit Center to a clinic on First Avenue, a distance of roughly 3/4 of a mile. I arrive exhausted, winded, sweaty, with slight chest pains.

3:30 PM- Chest pains gone, replaced with arm pains. Appointment goes well.

4:00 PM- Appointment finishes. Told I should be getting my second letter in about a week. I get up and notice I’m a bit woozy.

4:03 PM- Crossing Watson I notice a pressure in my neck and shoulder that starts getting more pronounced along with a sensation of pressure in my head. Brief gray-out, feeling like I have a blockage to my brain. I sit down on a bench and call 911 because this is the first time this sensation has been so bad it almost made me pass out.

4:30 PM- Admitted to ER at Kaiser Westside in Hillsboro.

7:15 PM- After tests on blood sugar, blood gas, an EKG, a neck ultrasound, and a chest x-ray all they managed to find was a slightly elevated pulse/ blood pressure and a lymph node in the left side of my neck that was described as “prominent” and “reactive.” Rule out heart attack, stroke, diabetes, thrombus, and a shit ton of other things.

8:15 PM- Dinner, then a long ride home.

This is getting ridiculous. I keep having very real symptoms that keep getting worse, and they never find anything!

Possible Memory from Another Life?

This one took me by surprise.

I was part of a large procession, and we were herding cattle, perhaps to be sacrificed though I’m not sure.  It was some kind of great feast day in some ancient kingdom, though where I can’t recall.  There was a lot of smoke, both from large fires (perhaps the pyres of burnt offerings?) and from braziers that it seemed burned incense, though I can’t remember the smell of it.

The thing that really struck me though was the noise.  There were these loud, thunderous crashes like a gong but not as tuned.  I did not see the instrument that made these sounds, but I understood it to be a sort of gong that was a flat sheet of bronze rather than beaten into a dished shape like an Asian gong.  It seems like this sound came with a learned memory schema of sheets of bronze in the likeness of animal skins that were used for rituals like this one, though I don’t know if that was the only shape they came in (it seems like these may have been square instead).

I’m at a loss.  I can’t really place this one.  It was a very well built-up temple complex we were on, sort of like the Parthenon in its heyday, but I’m not sure if it was the Greco-Roman world or not.  I don’t remember any buildings in detail, just the flat stone plaza with pyres and braziers.

Going to have to investigate those calf-skin gongs.  That’s about the only thing I have as a point of reference.

Even More on Brean Down

While this doesn’t really explain the feature in my post from a few minutes ago (since the position is all wrong), I learned something very interesting about Brean Down.

Apparently, in the 1860s there was talk of building a harbor there, with the breakwater at the western end of the down and the docks to the east.

What’s even more interesting is that the idea was revived briefly in 1887 according to this page.

Now that’s interesting.  It isn’t a colossus, but it is a construction in the waters there that was swept away in a storm, just like the statue I thought I remembered.  Also, given that I was only 10 years old (and in a completely different body) at the time I could have easily gotten my details mixed up.

Supposing someone alluded to the harbor at Rhodes in ancient Greece as Weston and Uphill’s aspiration for the future.  I could have easily conflated the harbor at Rhodes and a massive construction with the building of a Colossus.  And I imagine there might have been site engineers on a barge with a derrick or something along those lines looking into the feasibility of the project and how they could prevent the failure of 1868.

I won’t call this “case closed,” but given the time, location, and nature of the project, I’ll call it “a good lead.”  If I find lots of references to the harbor at the ancient city of Rhodes in any archival stories about this, it’ll be a memory somewhat confirmed.

Something I Forgot (A Mystery)

I had a hunch a few nights ago and decided to see if I could pick up any features near Weston-Super-Mare (Somerset’s biggest beach resort) that would suggest an artificial island and/or a wooden statue being built there some time in the last century.  I figured, since it was a little further out than the piers, the amount of sand required to make an artificial island like that would create a sand bar that might still be visible.

While I didn’t find anything near the pier, I did find a feature that’s a little hard to explain.

South of Weston near Brean Down, there is an island-like feature with a straight line running out to it, like the remains of a pier.  Most of the photos in the area are looking out at the down itself, so I can’t get a clear view of what it is.  

If anyone knows what this feature is, please let me know!  And if you know of a wooden statue being built there one summer between about 1880 and 1914, please let me know.

Another Piece of the Puzzle

So, when I first had my vision of Ferme buterne, one thing that struck me was that it seemed to have more shade than it does now, like there were more trees.

I had asked the CWGC for some general information on the cemetery and in their response (which just arrived) I got this:

Concerning the trees, the original design drawing shows that there were four Salix Alba trees (two on each side of the cemetery).  In 1994 the Director of Horticulture recommended that two be removed however, as their large size dominated the relatively small cemetery.

So that settles two things.  First, I nailed the species ID from the photo (Salix Alba is the Eurasian White WIllow).  Second, I had to have seen the cemetery as it was before 1994.  This wasn’t a remote viewing, but a memory from either another life, or from the space between lives.

They also informed me that the plans were drawn up in 1925, so the cemetery walls had to have been built after that.  As to the unique design of the walls, they had no information.

Given 20 years or so for the trees to reach an appreciable size as I saw them, and that’s a mean date of 1945 for the earliest I could have seen them.

So I now Know that my memory/vision/what have you of the cemetery was any time between 1945 and 1994.  I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t one last glance I gave it in 1984 before deciding to be reincarnated… though I don’t remember making that choice.

EDIT: That’s what I get for making this post after skim-reading an e-mail in the morning just before running to class.  They did have some mention of the walls:

The appearance of the boundary wall is exactly as shown on the earliest drawing and although the design is slightly unusual, it is quite practical because the angled brick coping and tile plinth help to quickly shed water away from the wall.  The drawings attribute the design to a Captain J S Hutton.

So the style is essentially just an accident of necessity; they needed the angle to keep water from forming too near the wall, which in Houplines is necessary because the ground gets very boggy, very quickly!

They also informed me that they had no records to indicate that any graves were moved to Ferme Buterne; it’s very likely that John lays exactly where he was buried almost 98 years ago.