Chad Ramirez Chapter I

Confidential File:
Chad Ramirez
August 31, 2015

Mr. Chad Ramirez is a 26-year-old male bilingual in Spanish and English. He presents himself as clean shaven and appropriately dressed. He has been hospitalized 3 times in the last 90 days. He comes to our out-patient clinic after a referral from Middle Tennessee Mental Health Institute. He currently lives in a group home run by Dr. Simmons Pd.D. with five other men. Dr. Hammond has diagnosed him with acute schizoaffective disorder bipolar type while in MTMHI.
Chad believes he can talk to angels and demons. He is knowledgeable about current events and watches the news whenever he has a chance. The angels tell him who to believe when he hears about current affairs. The demons try to disagree with the angels, but Chad reports that he tries not to listen to them.
Only after Chad starts to trust his doctors and therapists does he share the subject of these “conversations”. Chad is well versed in the Bible and loves to tell people about stories from the Bible.
So far no medications have quieted the voices that Chad hears regularly. In fact, Chad does not believe that anything is wrong with his reality that he converses with angels and demons. Non-compliance with medication is a major problem for Chad after he is released from the hospital. When not taking his medication his care takers at the group home report that he suffers from insomnia and paranoia.
After three 50 minute conversations with Chad, I question his diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder bipolar type. While he certainly presents with behavior and beliefs that point to that diagnosis, none of these profoundly affect how he interacts with others in the so called real world. Perhaps Chad does in truth have a gift that we simply do not understand as doctors and social workers. The more spiritually inclined may go so far to say that he is “blessed”.
Treatment Plan:
I suggest that for Chad we try a non-conventional treatment to see how Chad reacts when he is completely undedicated. In addition, I recommend he seek treatment with a spiritual advisor like a pastor that can discuss freely with Chad his personal belief system in a language that he can understand. As scientifically trained providers we may not have adequate tools to help Chad. However, it is our responsibility to attempt to find the best possible treatment for Chad, taking into account his own personal preferences and beliefs.

Progress Note: September 7, 2015
One week since Chad has had any medication. Chad reports no insomnia or hypersomnia, no paranoia or suicidal ideation. When asked about his “conversations”, Chad reports that only the angels have been talking to him. According to Chad he is “getting along better” with his roommates and staff members.
Chad met with his new therapist, Reverend Michaels on September 5, 2015 and says: “He is a Godly man.” Reverend Michaels reports that he and Chad had an in depth conversation on the book of Jonah. Chad has told me in the past that this is one of his favorite stories. Chad has agreed to continue working with Reverend Michaels once a week for the next month.

Progress Note October 6, 2015
After five sessions with Reverend Michaels, Chad reports that the demons no longer talk to him. Reverend Michaels reports that Chad has shared that he is “one of my favorite people.” Without a doubt this treatment plan has been an unequivocal success. Clearly, Chad does not need any medication at this time. He has agreed to continue to see Reverend Michaels on a weekly basis. However, he will also continue to see me once a month to insure that he has no relapse of symptoms.
Progress Note November 5, 2015
Chad continues to recover with the help of Reverend Michaels. Also, Dr. Simmons Pd.D. from the recovery home reports that Chad is getting along with his roommates for the first time ever and has not suffered from insomnia for at least two months.
At Reverend Michaels suggestion, Chad has started to attend church services on Sunday morning and Wednesday night at The Church of the Holy Comforter: a Lutheran church down the street from his group home. He has met several friends there his own age. This fact is a very good sign in Chad’s recovery. He has never had friends outside of his roommates or Our Place Peer Support Center: a day program he attends Monday though Thursday.

Faerie Prolouge

Jonah and the Faerie
Prologue

“Hey, Brother, have you tried Faerie?” Was their Mantra. Many cafes had again become havens for free thinkers, beatniks and freaks of all walks of Life: much like the streets of Paris before the Revolution. However, the Faerie Clan had no Dogma, so no one was forced to believe in anything in particular. The only glue holding this motley crew together was the Belief that Faerie had the Power to Free the Spirt and the Soul from its material chains. Some brave men and women attempted to lead this group of Believers, yet no one had the Strength yet to bring them together as One. In fact, the last thing that anyone wants after taking Faerie is to be Led somewhere.

Jonah was an earlier adopter of Faerie and was a reformed huckster and part-time con-man who had turned from his selfish ways after his first taste of Faerie. He then became an Evangelist of sorts. Everyone who knew the old Jonah knew for a fact that something profound had changed Jonah for the better. Those who had not known him before simply called him a Zealot. Jonah preferred to call himself a True Believer.

Of course, the Freaks were not the only ones jumping on the Faerie bandwagon. A significant number of W.A.S.P.s, Catholics, Evangelicals and Muslims were falling on their knees for Faerie, too. So many, in fact, that the so called main line denominations began to see Faerie as a real threat to the hold of these congregations on their own flocks. Soon pastors, priests, ministers and imams began to preach on the “evil” that they claimed was inherent in taking a “drug” to achieve a Spiritual Awakening. The amazing part is that these men could agree on anything at all. However, the Faerie Clan refused to respond to what they perceived as a ridiculous assertion based on “contempt prior to investigation.”
During this burgeoning conflict Jonah began to be featured on cable news shows as the “Voice of Faerie.”

“On tonight’s Daily Show we have a very special guest: Jonah Laughing Coyote of the Faerie Clan. He’s here to talk about his new book: Gia’s Rage.” Trevor Noah announced.
Applause.
“So what name do prefer to go by? Jonah or Laughing Coyote?”
“Both are my Name. One I was given to me at birth. One I was gifted on my Spirit Walk.”
“All right, cool. So let’s get right to it. You’ve been making the rounds on cable news channels defending your Faith. Why?”
“First, let’s be clear, my Faith needs no defending. I Believe and so it Is. Also, if no one speaks for us, we will defined by the Enemy. Finally, I truly trust that God is speaking through me as a Prophet for our Age.”
“Those are certainly unconventional and controversial assertions. Let’s break them down one at a time: Faith first.”
“The Fact is that I have had significant and profound Spiritual Awakening when I took Faerie. And I continue to take it as more is revealed.”
“Cannot argue with that. So you call your detractors the Enemy?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because they attempt to manipulate our Message, of course!” Jonah smiled. “All we ask of them is to have an Open Mind to new Ideas.”
“I understand. But what do you mean when you say you are a ‘Prophet for our Age?’”
“Well if we look back in history every age has its own Prophets. Most recently we’ve had Gandhi, Mother Theresa and Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. Further back we had the likes of Joan of Arc and St. Thomas Aquinas. So I believe that God has chosen me as a Prophet for our time and in this place.”
“Interesting. Are there others?”
“Of course. We all have the potential to Prophesize. Just try some Faerie.”
“No wonder they call you an Evangelist.”
“That’s True.”
“Let’s talk about your book: Gia’s Rage. In it you describe a dystopian society that has risen from the ashes of the Apocalypse.”
“That’s true. Only 0.01% of humanity has survived a massive viral outbreak because they were taking Faerie regularly.”
“So you’re saying that only the Chosen few will survive the End of Civilization?”
“Yes. Of course.” Jonah smiled broadly.

Java and the Sacred Spiral: Part I

Java and the Sacred Spiral

I took Faerie for the first time: finally folding under the peer pressure of my Shaman friend, Joseph, who had already tried it the week before with his own Spiritual Advisor. First, we Prayed and smoked the Peace Pipe in our usual manner. Then Joe added the green crystals to a hot cup of coffee for each us. The Faerie added a slight sweetness which reminded me of stevia.

Just after finishing the last sip of the cup o’ joe, both of us began to take the Spirit Walk. I immediately left my body sitting cross legged by the campfire, rose up toward the crescent moon and saw the forest recede away from me.

Just then I saw a bright chariot approach me on a Rainbow Bridge pulled by giant cats: pumas, tigers, panthers, cougars, jaguars and lionesses. At the reigns of the chariot was an unimaginably beautiful Woman with a hunting horn around her neck and a spear in her right hand. At once I recognized her as Freyja the Norse goddess of Fertility and Passion. I raised both hands as a sign of submission then Freyja spoke: “Welcome, Java, I have been hunting you in your Dreams of late, but only now with Faerie do let me in?”

I nodded for speech eluded me at the moment.

“Now you know exactly what your next step can be?”

I nodded again: mute.

“Very well, young Java. Remember you are just a Dream away from me. You can call on me at any time and I will assist you. Now, go with Courage in the Risk you must now take.”

I then lowered my head and knelt down Humbly to pray with Grace.

Then her voice became the Cry of a Hawk: “Rise, Spiritual Warrior! Go Boldly into the Void!”

Immediately I returned to my corporeal body sitting beside the campfire. Joseph had obviously not yet returned from his own Vision Quest and appeared in a State of Bliss. Just then I noticed a third man had joined us around the fire. He was softly drumming a heartbeat rhythm on a simple djembe drum. I noticed he had a patch over his right eye and a threadbare old, floppy grey hat which matched his timeworn grey cloak. At that moment I felt that my right hand had a tambourine that was keeping time with the steady heartbeat of the djembe by the Stranger. Soon the Stranger began to sing in an alien tongue which sounded like “Hey, yo, you. Yeah, yo.”

The Drummer stopped suddenly and asked: “Who are you, my Friend?”

“My friends call me Java.”

“Like coffee?”

“Exactly. I am a Java Shaman by Nature and by Trade. Who are you?”

“My friends call me Wodin.” He replied.

“Like the Norse Sky God?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s funny because I just got done talking to your wife, Freyja.”

“Funny ‘Ha, ha’ or funny ‘What’?”

“Funny ‘What’ I guess.”

“Yeah. She and I have been on the rocks, lately. We had quite the row a few days ago.”

“Regarding?”

Awkward Silence.

“Well, anyway, it’s really none of my business.”

“On the contrary. You are who we were fighting about.”

“Really!?!” I exclaimed.

“I’m more hands on. She prefers subtlety.” He began to drum the heartbeat softly again, so I began to see him as the god or angel that he truly was.At that moment two Ravens landed on the ground just at the edge of the light of the campfire. Joe still had that faraway look in his eyes: oblivious.

The first Raven spoke to his Master: “We must be gone from this place. The Enemy approaches! Caw! Caw!”

The second Raven joined in: “Caw! Caw!” And then whispered into Joe’s ear. Instantly Joe came out of his Revelry:
“Say what?”

“We must go. Now!” Wodin yelled.

Joe looked at me with a “‘who’s this’ expression on his face. I just shrugged my shoulders with an ‘I’ll explain later’ look in my eyes.

In the distance I heard the sound of horses approaching and was filled with Fear.

“Worry not, my new found Friends. That is the sound of our Salvation.” Wodin explained. Three horses appeared at the edge of the clearing and I noticed that one of them had eight legs: Sleipnir, Wodin’s horse. The other two were a palomino and a red roan. “Quickly, my Friends, we must away: Swiftly!”

“I have never ridden bare back, Wodin!”

“Worry not. Hang on to their mane. They know to follow me. Away!”

We galloped away from the campfire and down a dark and narrow trail. Branches whipped at my face and my hat was knocked off my head. No one had been down this trail for a long time. The thought came to me that I could still be sitting by the campfire following Wodin on another Vision Quest. But the sting of the branches on my face and the rippling of the horse’s muscles between my legs assured me that I was in the Here and Now: following a god toward an Unknown Destination.

The Moon appeared above the trees in all its fullness and beauty so that the Trail clearly before us for the first time: Wide and straight up the ridge line of a rocky mountain. I leaned forward on the horse to make the climb easier for both me and my horse. Without warning Wodin’s great steed leapt off the top of the mountain in to thin air and began to hurtle through the bright night. Our horses followed him as if the air was solid ground.