I have written about the flower essences that helped me move some of the very painful energy in those first few days after the train accident that took my son’s earth life. Heart mend, aptly named, was one of the remedies my long time friend Brent Davis over-nighted to help with my grief, and it did help.

But I needed more than what just flower essences could provide. I felt like I was heading towards the “Big One,” as the comedian Redd Foxx would often say on the sitcom, “Sanford & Son.”

Now, Brent and I go way back, and we were both working with Echinacea as a healing plant in the 1970s, which may not sound like anything unusual, but you have to understand that only herbalists knew about Echinacea in the 1970s. You couldn’t buy it anywhere.

Brent would travel the world searching out healing herbs and flowers in their natural habitats – he was even able to find healing plants lost to the native residents through the years. One day, Brent told me about a slide he had (a photographic slide because this was way before digital cameras). Someone had taken a picture of him walking into a stand of tall trees in the Pacific Northwest, and he told me that on this slide you could see as clear as day the faces of four Native American warriors.

Finally, I was treated to a slide show by Brent, and this slide was one of those he showed me. I was eager to see it because I wanted to make a copy of it for my own; after all, I had been a member of the UCLA Parapsychology lab at one time and had even gone on a ghost investigation.

Having hard physical evidence of ghosts on film was a very rare occurrence. And so the slide I had been looking forward to seeing ever since I had first heard of it finally slipped into place on the slide projector.

It was true; it was all true. There was no mistaking that in the green branches of the massive trees were the faces of four Native American men as clear as day and larger than life.

If you were to ask me for this slide today, I have to tell you I don’t have it, for after I saw the slide, I had no desire to make a copy of it. The anger and pain on the faces of these four men was so intense it distorted their features and conveyed such extreme suffering that I wanted nothing to do with the energy that I saw in this slide. A fate worse than death comes to mind, because in whatever battle, fight or betrayal – in whatever savage way these men lost their earth lives — their anger trapped them in the violence that came over them.

Be that as it may, I didn’t know it was my responsibility to have done something about that. I didn’t know that instead of being horrified and repulsed by the energy I felt from looking at that slide, that I could have sat down, calmed myself and sent out an intention that if these four men were still trapped in the forest where they lost their lives, that help should come their way and when it did that their hearts soften enough to receive it.

I had an opportunity to be another voice encouraging them to shift their perspective. Would it have mattered at the moment? Perhaps not. When I was mature enough, years later, to realize I could have been of potential help I apologized to the universe, and they had received the help then needed by then, and I was relieved.

It is difficult to be human at this moment in time on earth. Was it always difficult? I suspect it was, but today we have the added stress of the great disconnect so many have to nature and the understanding that brings to not only our instinctual knowing but also a sense of safety from that connection.

Which brings me back to those ephemeral flower blossoms from the cherry tree, an annual reminder from nature of the comings and goings of life on earth and how fast things can change from one day to the next. A celebration of spring from a nation dealing with so much grief at this moment from earthquake and tsunami.

If we were more connected to nature and the nature of things on this planet, we would recognize the folly of using nuclear reactions to generate steam. On a level beyond what modern science has come to understand, the energy created in a nuclear reactor is a black hole to life on this planet.

And I apologize to black holes, because real black holes have a consciousness present there and are vortexes to other dimensional levels. The black hole-like energy coming from nuclear power plants has no consciousness present. They are literally accidents waiting to happen. It is the ultimate example of the saying “just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should do it.”

We are stewards of this planet and instead of just being horrified at the sight of a nuclear accident, as I was horrified to see those four Native American spirits trapped in a forest made of their own anger, it is an opportunity to ask important questions and demand a reassessment of how we use energy and where we get it from.

Earth is a schoolroom to facilitate our growth in consciousness. I think it is time to rise to the occasion.

Kenneth Stoller 2011

K. Paul Stoller

K. Paul Stoller

K. Paul Stoller, MD, started his medical career as a pediatrician and was a Diplomat of the American Board of Pediatrics for over two decades. Previously, in the early 1970s, he was a University of California President’s Undergraduate Fellow in the Health Sciences, working in the UCLA Department of Anesthesiology and volunteering at the since disbanded Parapsychology Lab at the UCLA Neuro-Psychiatric Institute. He matriculated at Penn State, and then completed his post-graduate training at UCLA. His first published works, papers on psychopharmacology, came to print before he entered medical school. During medical school, he was hired to do research for the Humane Society of the United States, and became involved in an effort to prohibit the use of shelter dogs for medical experiments, which made him very unpopular in certain circles when he published an article entitled “Sewer Science and Pound Seizure” in the International Journal for the Study of Animal Problems. He was then invited and became a founding board member of the Humane Farming Association, and served science editor for the Animal’s Voice Magazine where he was nominated for a Maggie. In the mid 1990s, after a friend, head of Apple Computer’s Advanced Technology Group, lapsed into a coma, Dr. Stoller began investigating hyperbaric medicine. Soon after, he started administering hyperbaric oxygen to brain-injured children and adults, including Iraqi vets and retired NFL players with traumatic brain injuries, also pioneering the use of this therapy for treating children with fetal alcohol syndrome. He is a Fellow of the American College of Hyperbaric Medicine, and has served as president of the International Hyperbaric Medical Association for almost a decade. When his son was killed in a train accident in 2007, he discovered the effectiveness of the hormone oxytocin in treating pathological grief. Dr. Stoller has medical offices in Santa Fe, Sacramento, and San Francisco.

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