We tested the five media fast volunteers here in Midland today. We won’t know some of the impact of the fast for a few weeks since we need to look at the data in fine detail. There was one big factor that was immediately evident, but I will write about it another day when I have a bit more time.
The big news of the day was something orchestrated by God, not planned by us, and unrelated to the media fast.
I have Don’s permission to tell his story and use his real name.
The story began weeks ago as my spirit obviously knew he was going to be the treasure of the day. Of the five volunteers who Donna found to do the media fast, none of them were known to me. They were just ordinary names on an e-mail.
Nonetheless, Don’s name drew my attention. I asked Donna about him and got a fairly vague answer that he was somewhat of an original person. My spirit knew that whatever quirky personality he might have was not the real story, so I dropped the subject with her.
Today while we were wiring up the first volunteer, the subject of Don came up again, and I asked her about him. The answer was again that he was slightly offbeat, and again my spirit shrugged off the info as irrelevant.
After the second test, Loretta and I had lunch and the conversation drifted to Don, our after-lunch person. There was no data to support the conversation, so it died quickly.
It is so clear in retrospect that my spirit was dancing in anticipation of this meeting, and my poor soul was fishing every which way, trying to figure out what the big deal was!
We finished lunch and prepped for the afternoon. Don rode in on his motorcycle, eager to do the test, so we had him sign the form and we went immediately to work with the electrodes and wires.
Don was easy to wire up so while we did the prep, we chatted. Nothing particularly dramatic surfaced. He is in his mid sixties. Retired from social work. Shares many of our values about empowering, not enabling. Big heart for people but not a pushover.
(Soul still fishing, still striking out.)
Our normal procedure is to wire someone, then Loretta does an impedance check which is a fancy way of saying the computer screen shows a colored picture of all the electrodes to reveal which ones don’t have a good connection.
Normally some of the first ones we put on have worked their way loose as we have moved the hair around them, putting subsequent ones in. It can take as much as 15 minutes of finessing before we get all 22 electrodes happy at the same time.
In Don’s case, the first picture was almost perfect. I spent 15 seconds tweaking a couple of them and settled into the test with quiet confidence that we were going to get a good one.
Loretta switched from impedance check to doing a running test of the EEG without recording. I gave him my spiel of how the test would run and then gave Loretta the go signal to start recording as Don went into the standard “eyes closed, thinking a variety of gentle happy thoughts.”
When I glanced back over at her a few seconds later, she was glaring at the computer screen in a highly anti-social manner. When she noticed me looking her way, she gave me the utterly unambiguous thumbs down.
I pondered. This is a low impact portion of the test, I knew the connections were good, so we probably just had one loose one somewhere that was popping that was bothering Loretta. We could fix it between sections. I decided to go forward.
To my amazement she beckoned me to come to the computer. We have NEVER had either of us up walking around the room during a four minute test segment. It was just unheard of. Clearly something was up.
I tiptoed over to her and looked at the screen. It was awful. It definitely was not like the demonic manifestations we had seen. Nor was this DID switching. And it certainly was not any loose connections, but it sure was a scrambled mess.
I signaled silently for her to carry on and went back and thought.
When the regulation four minutes were up, I had her stop the test and go back to the impedance page so I could see what had happened to the electrodes and to our surprise, everything looked peachy.
Lacking any better ideas, I decided to do the second step in the protocol: “four minutes eyes open, thinking a variety of gentle happy thoughts.” I soon got the glare and thumbs down from Loretta, but since Don’s eyes were open, looking just past my shoulder, I kept my best poker face on and thought.
Clearly, the data we were recording was useless in practical terms. Do we dump the test? What do I tell a guy who has done a 90 day media fast when we scrub the test? Not a fun scenario.
Slowly it dawned on me that the problem was not our recording. It was Don’s brain. We were getting an actual recording of how he thought. Scary.
When the four minutes from the second segment were up, we paused the test and chatted.
He had learning disabilities from early childhood. Hugely challenged in reading and some areas of math eluded him. Really bright guy. Two masters degrees. Not too shabby for a non-reader. He learned how to work around the glitchy brain. Love it.
My conviction: The human spirit NEVER has a learning disability.
A bold plan was hatched under pressure and on the fly.
Don didn’t know how bad his tests were. I walked him through a bunch of conceptual ideas. The brain is like a computer. The soul is the software. If a hard drive has a flaw, perfect software will still crash it.
I said his learning disability made thinking like a knuckle ball pitch. The ball eventually makes it from the mound to the plate, but it sure takes a lot of strange side trips on the way!
I explained that although the spirit CAN use the brain, it doesn’t have to and I gave several examples. He was prepped.
I talked to his soul with the usual instructions about vacating the playing field. I told his spirit that I thought it could think straight even though there was a brain glitch because it did not need the brain for all its functions.
Then I instructed Loretta to scrub item six on our usual list and use that spot to do a custom exercise. Spirit in charge. Eyes closed. Four minutes. Thinking the same gentle, happy thoughts.
He leaned into it. I watched Loretta like a hawk.
Her concern melted. Soon she glanced at me and gave a thumbs up, and shortly she was staring at the screen in total amazement. She threw her hands up in disbelief and had her own private worship service there in the corner as she watch Don’s human spirit effortlessly think the same thoughts that the glitchy brain had not been able to think ten minutes before.
We went through the whole rest of the standard protocol with excellent brain waves. I did not ever have to tell the soul to pull back. His spirit carried the responsibility and never had a bit of trouble executing every thinking task that other people do.
When it was over, we told him what was going on and celebrated the amazing results.
But neither Loretta nor I were thinking much about Don. Here is our logic: If a 66 year-old man who has had 60 years of reading disability can think excellently with his spirit, shouldn’t we be able to teach kids with learning disabilities to read with their spirit?
Don’s brain still has a glitch in it. There is an organic problem. We did not fix that. He was not even reading when he had the awful results — he was thinking gentle happy thoughts, and it was taking a whole lot more effort than it costs you and me to read something challenging.
But on the very first try, his spirit was able to do that, plus several other complex exercises with precision, working around the glitch in the brain.
And if he can do it, why couldn’t they? If he could do it on the first try, why wouldn’t kids be able to learn within a few weeks at the most?
Obviously we need to test the theory. We will be seeking out some more adults and then some children with learning disabilities to see what their brains look like and to see what they can do when their spirit is legitimized and instructed to work around that area of the brain.
Could this be a one time event, a fluke that means nothing at all?
Yes, of course.
In research there are many non-replicable successes that buoy the team and then leave them crushed.
But could it be that we could save a whole lot of children the grief of struggling with a mildly glitchy brain and the social conflict that goes with that, if we can get their spirits to work around the organic problem?
That could definitely be the case.
And if it does become a proven, transferable technology, remember that God first showed us this possibility in the Giver city of Midland, in the great Ruler region known as the Permian Basin on June 27th, 2012.
Copyright June 2012 by Arthur Burk
From Midland, Texas