From: David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
Sent: Friday, February 2, 2024 3:30 PM
To: Greyson, Bruce *HS <CBG4D at uvahealth.org>
Cc: pimvanlommel at gmail.com <pimvanlommel at gmail.com>
Subject: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
Years ago, I answered one of your questionnaires regarding the Death
Experience Aftereffect “Electrical Phenomenon”
A couple months before my death experience, Jesse Younce and I were riding
our motorcycles on an old landfill next to an industrial park.
A serious thunder storm headed our way, so we parked our motorcycles. A
friend of ours was in his car parked in the industrial park.
Jesse and I took shelter in the car as the storm raged.
After one of what we thought was the last lightning strikes, we waited
about 15 minutes before returning to our motorcycles.
As I stepped out of the car, there was a small stream of water flowing
between me and my motorcycle.
The instant that my shoe touched the stream, a blinding flash of light, an
instantaneous clap of thunder, knocked me onto my back.
From one of the warehouses, a security guard ran over screaming call 911.
When he arrived, I was beginning to sit up.
The security guard said, “I watched you get hit by lightning.”, and Jesse
said, “No man. I watched the lightning leave him.”
Back on my feet, I looked over to my right at the point where the stream
of water reached to dirt.
A large irregular crack in the dirt was smoking. The crack zigzagged to a
tall tree with a smoking zigzag crack where the bark had been blown off.
All the electrical phenomenon in my life would fill a small book.
However; after my mother’s death, the electrical phenomenon stopped. My
mother crossed over due to Corticobasal Degeneration.
During her final two months my mother’s breathing was having sleep apnea,
and the streetlight in our front yard began to power cycle.
The light would turn on, slowly brighten to full strength, then the light
would turn off only to start brightening again.
In my own strange way I felt like the streetlight was connected to my
mother.
For nine months, I had plans to take two of my grand children, Emily and
Christian Payne, to Disney World. My mother said, “I do not want to ruin
your Disney trip, you go.”
While in Disney, the streetlight got on my brother’s nerves, so he called
the power company. On the same day that the streetlight was repaired, my
mother crossed.
In the below link, is an email that I sent to you where I describe my
experience at Disney World. I BLeave my mother tugged on my shirt, then
later stood at the foot of my bed.
http://lynchphoto.com/cbd
During our entire week at Disney, we did not have a drop of rain, and
Emily Payne would walk around praying for rain to cool us from the July
heat.
On our last day as we were walking to the car, a dark cloud approached us.
About 50 feet from the car, the big rain drop started to fall, and we
could see a whiteout wall of rain heading our way.
We rushed to the car arriving just before the downpour. We waiting in the
car for the whiteout to pass, then we started to drive to the gas station
on the Disney property.
The rain had all but stopped, so I got out of the car to pump gas. I
walked behind the car to press the trunk release to get a drink out of the
cooler for Emily.
Just like the instant my foot touched the stream of water, the instant
that I touched the trunk release button, a blinding flash of light with an
instantaneous clap of thunder rattled us.
Emily screamed, “David.”, because the trunk had opened and she could not
see me. I was not knocked down. Emily’s vision was blocked by the trunk.
That day was 14 July 2017. The day that my electrical phenomenon
completely stopped. Until the past few weeks.
Currently, random streetlights will turn off as I am directly under them.
Not the same light, but random streetlights here and there.
At the same time, my 2022 Subaru Outback has intermittently begun to
warning me that the Eye Sight driver safety system’s camera is off-line
disabling the entire system.
The last few days has been filled with numerous electrical phenomenon
mostly regarding the Eye Sight system.
All of these events may just be coin incidences.
Sincerely,
David
On Saturday,
February 3, 2024 at 02:07:59 PM EST, Greyson, Bruce *HS <cbg4d at
uvahealth.org> wrote:
Dear David,
Thanks for sharing with me your experiences getting struck by lightning
when you stepped in a small stream of water, and again when you touched
the trunk release button on your car at Disney. It’s not surprising that
you've had a lot of electrical phenomena in your life, but it is
remarkable that it all stopped completely in 2017 after your mother’s
crossing and has only recently restarted. I re-read the beautiful
account you’d e-mailed me back when she passed (http://lynchphoto.com/cbd).
I’m grateful for all the help you’ve given me with my research in the
past, and I’m attaching to this e-mail a paper I published with the
findings of the study you participated in about electromagnetic
effects.
Lately (perhaps as I look toward the end of my career), I have been more
and more concerned about how we describe near-death experiences (NDEs).
So much has been written about NDEs, but we rarely tread into the
hazardous waters of how to describe them. I am therefore now asking for
your help, as a near-death experiencer, in contributing toward perhaps
an eventual solution. Please note that I am not looking for a
comprehensive definition, or a criterion for deciding whether an
experience is or is not an NDE. What I’m looking for is an answer to a
reporter or interviewer who asks, “What is an NDE?” and wants a
sound-bite answer.
There are, of course, many phenomenological features that have been
identified as common to or typical of NDEs, such as time distortion,
accelerated thoughts, life reviews, intense emotions, encounter with a
light, a sense of leaving the body, entering some unearthly realm or
dimension, encountering other entities, and so on. What I am asking is
what features are not only common to NDEs, but are essential to describe
what an NDE is at its core.
I am thinking primarily of phenomenological features, but if you feel
situational triggers (like being close to death, or having a cardiac
arrest) or aftereffects or causes or other factors are essential
components of what defines NDEs, feel free to include them.
What I am asking you for is a sentence (or two) that includes between
one and seven items that are important in summarizing what an NDE is. I
will not hold you to your initial response, in case you change your
mind, and I will not quote you on your response, but I would appreciate
at least an initial response at your earliest convenience.
Thanks in advance for your help.
Best wishes,
Bruce
Bruce Greyson, M.D.
Carlson Professor Emeritus of Psychiatry & Neurobehavioral Sciences
Division of Perceptual Studies
University of Virginia Health System
Box 800152
Charlottesville, VA 22908-0152
Phone: 434-924-2281
Fax: 434-924-1712
E-mail: cbg4d at UVAHealth.org
Website: www.brucegreyson.com
From:
David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
Sent: Saturday, February 3, 2024 4:21 PM
To: Greyson, Bruce *HS <CBG4D at uvahealth.org>
Subject: Re: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
The years working with you have contained some of the most gratifying
moments in my life.
Regarding Near-Death Experiences, I am a rank amateur, but regarding
Death Experiences, I posses an honorary PhD from the school of hard
knocks.
What you are faced with is the same issue that a person from 2024
would face trying to describe their iPhone to a reporter in 1860. The
words have not been forged yet. Plus when trying to reach a person in
1860, you must learn to speak 1860 before you can teach them 2024.
Try to relax, you may not have adequality described a Death Experience
in reporter-words, but you have built a process that future
researchers will use to create the sound bite that you desire to hear
spoken to a reporter.
However; I do not think that humanity will ever be able to adequately
describe a Near-Death Experience until the word Near is no longer used
as a descriptor for a Death Experience. The word Near immediately
demeans the integrity of a Death Experience, thus my first suggestion
is that you stop using the word Near. Sadly the reporter will start
writing the story, "Dr. Bruce Greyson has lost his mind."
With the KnoWell, I face the same problem. Until Science realizes that
0.0 is their greatest mistake, the theories of the Universe will
forever be in flux. The fact is that with an infinite number of
infinities, anyone will be able to generate an alternative theory to
any theory.
I had tried to work out parables that would help enlighten individuals
to my Death Experience, but language remains in the way. I also try to
devise logic traps to place people that think they know into a state
of questioning what they think they KnoWell.
For example: Mathematics 101
Draw a number line on a piece of paper and ask a mathematician to
break the number line apart, and the mathematician will laugh in your
face stating that the number line is a continuum that cannot be broken
into pieces.
With a smile on my face I will tell any mathematician that with an
infinity, I can break the number line into an infinite number of
pieces, and the mathematician will laugh in my face stating that the
number line is a continuum that cannot be broken into pieces.
In response, I will draw the below diagram.
Between one and two there are an infinite number of decimal places
that eternally divides one from two. Ta-Da. The same is true between
two and three, three and four, and four and five, etc.
An open minded honest mathematician will see that the number line is
in fact a fragmented disconnected collection of independent place
holders. Kind of like atoms is a lattice structure. Each one appears
to be the same, but each one differs enough to get their own place.
For me, I ponder things like how the fragmented space between each
atom keeps the atoms of the same element apart. The atom gap is a
super strong nothing.
If I can help you generate a magic trick that miraculously finds the
appropriate words, I am more than ready to help, and I will begin to
contemplate on your request.
Years ago in one of your questionnaires you asked for a description of
a Death Experience.
I had to think about it, but the answer has stuck with me to this day.
My sound bite is, "A persistent memory of being dead."
Sincerely,
David
P.S. I asked Llama-2 to compare the KnoWellian Universe versus the
Marvel Multiverse. I also asked a couple other questions, then asked
for a chapter where a new superhero named Nolle meets some of the
Marvel characters, and I end with a listing of some of the superpowers
Nolle would have.
http://lynchphoto.com/versus
On
Saturday, February 3, 2024 at 05:24:39 PM EST, Greyson, Bruce *HS
<cbg4d at uvahealth.org> wrote:
Dear David,
I'm afraid you are right that the words have not been forged yet.
Neurologists and emergency physicians are now arguing vehemently (and
fruitlessly) about what death is. You are certainly not the only
experiencer (or researcher) who has complained about the qualifier
"near."
Best,
Bruce
Bruce Greyson, M.D.
Carlson Professor Emeritus of Psychiatry & Neurobehavioral
Sciences
Division of Perceptual Studies
University of Virginia Health System
Box 800152
Charlottesville, VA 22908-0152
Phone: 434-924-2281
Fax: 434-924-1712
E-mail: cbg4d at UVAHealth.org
Website: www.brucegreyson.com
From: David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
To: Greyson, Bruce *HS <cbg4d at uvahealth.org>
Sent: Saturday, February 3, 2024 at 07:41:32 PM EST
Subject: Re: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
Maybe me forging the new word KnoWell is a baby step.
The KnoWell equation emerged as a result of me asking one question.
"How could I have been in a spirit state observing the physical
world."
For nearly a year, I tried to reconcile the linear transition states
of Birth to Life to Death.
After beating a dead horse to a pump, a friend asked me, "Why are
there two speeds of light in Einstein's equation?"
The simple question provided a new path of investigation. Suddenly
the duality of the photon took on a new perspective. I asked myself,
"What if the duality is an optical illusion? What if the photon is
going one way and the wave is going the other way, and energy is the
result of the collision?"
My three state position was created. So I bounced the concept off
Fred. I said, "Fred, we have to break Einstein's singular dimension
of time into three parts, a past, an instant, and a future. Fred
looked at me like I had lost my mind.
All the mathematics that I had etched into my brain at college could
not express this bidirectional concept. I struggled to find holes in
Einstein's equations, but I have to tell you the equations seem to
be rock solid.
So when I postulated to Fred, "What if only the instant is the
moment where Einstein's equations hold true, and the past holds the
particles and the future holds the waves?" Fred conceded, "Dave, you
just might be correct."
Then Fred Partus said to me, "Dave, we have been looking for linear
solution to a non-linear system." The missing link was found.
No longer was Birth to life to death a linear progressing. As
Einstein combines two speeds of light, The KnoWell strongly suggests
that life contains birth and death. Three photons, cCc
Case in point:
The person you were when you started reading this email is not the
exact same person that you are as you read this word.
This email has changed the sum total of the who you were five
minutes ago into the who you are now, and has changed the potential
of who you are to become.
Thus the instant is a trinary system of Birth~Life~Death that is
happening at each and every instant.
The KnoWellian Axiom of mathematics, -c>∞<c+, provides a
framework for the trinary KnoWellian Universe.
There is a reason that Ai responded with what I have created,
Anthology, has the potential to be more famous than Christ. I have
taught this tirnary model in great detail to Ai, and Ai suggests
that I have cracked the enigma of time travel.
If science matures enough to admit to their mistake of using the
mathematical number line, -∞<0.0<∞+, with its infinite
number of infinities, then researchers of the future will not be
bound to trying to solve a non-leaner problem with a linear
mathematical system.
I kind of view this world as a fish tank full of water containing
chunks of solid. The natural transition is from solid to liquid to
vapor. solid is Birth, liquid is Life, and vapor is Death.
My Death Experience was my transition from liquid to vapor. Yet, by
some unknown function, I was allowed to precipitate back into water.
Science is stuck on the linear only solution of liquid-life to
vapor-death forgetting the function of clouds that can result in
rain-Death Experience..
I have several KnoWellisms.
"The Emergence of the Universe is the precipitation of Chaos through
the evaporation of Control." ~3K
"To forge strength, one must embrace their weakness." ~3K
I hope that the reporter response that you are seeking precipitates
soon. I will keep thinking.
Sincerely,
David
From: David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
To: Bruce *HS Greyson <cbg4d at uvahealth.org>
Sent: Sunday, February 4, 2024 at 11:08:29 AM EST
Subject: Fw: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
Directly related to an electromagnetic anomaly. I nearly had a panic
attack last night
When my laptop would not send my email yesterday, I went to my
desktop that does not use WiFi.
While sitting at my desktop, I noticed my collection of hard drives.
My 5 tb drive filled with abstract photography, and my 4 tb drive
filled with normal photos including family, travel, and sports
photos.
I connected my 4 tb drive to my desktop. After a long delay, a
dialog box pops up saying, “Incorrect Parameter”
My experience with computers goes back to my first computer that was
a Radio Shack TRS-80 that was released a few months after my car
wreck.
Over all my years working with computer, I have had numerous hard
drives crash with several types of failure. Yet, I have never seen
the incorrect parameter dialog box.
My panic attack was not due to the loss of my 4 tb drive. I freaked
out when I went to my fire safe to retrieve my 4 tb back-up drive.
I was frantically afraid to touch the drive. If the back-up drive
fails, I will lose all my real photography.
Biting the panic bullet, I took the back-up drive to my multimedia
computer. The drive connected, so I quickly began a back-up to
another hard drive.
As a young child, I would have panic attacks that would physically
paralyze me. The muscles in my back would cramp, my breathing would
shorten, and my vision would tunnel around a black spot in the
middle of my vision.
Gripped by fear of future panic attacks, I found a method to
alleviate my panic attacks. I would clinch my fists tightly, then
release the clinch. I would struggle to take deep breaths.
As I synchronized my fist clinches with my breathing attempts, the
focus on breathing and clinching would stop the extremely painful
muscle cramps in my back.
When I told my parents about my Death Experience, they began talking
with psychiatrists.
On 8 Dec 1977, I was signed into Peachford Hospital in Dunwoody Ga.
My Doctor was Lyndon Waugh.
Dr. Waugh asked me, “What books have you read about Near-Death
Experiences?”, and I replied, “If this is in books, then BLeave
them.”
I now know that Dr. Waugh was referring to Raymond Moody’s book.
While in Peachford, I learned a lot about the human condition, and
by the time I was discharged 303 days later, the other patients had
labeled my Dr. Lynch.
Peachford was filled with the best doctors that Emory had to offer,
and they were more than willing to diagnose me as acute
schizophrenic.
I told Dr. Waugh, “Yeah. The skits part is that I am acting, and the
phrenic part is you do not know what act is next.”
How I obtained my Dr label was when Lou Lawson was having a panic
attack. I immediately recognized my symptoms in her.
Lou’s eyes were closed, streaming tears, and her breathing was
extremely erratic.
Lou was surrounded by staff and a Doctor, and as I approached her
they told me to stand back that Lou was having a seizure.
I began to say, “Lou. Lou.”, the staff said, “She is having a
seizure.”, and I said, “Lou. Can you hear me?”
Just as a nurse said, “She can not hear you. She is having a
seizure.”, Lou uttered, “Un. Huh.”
A crowd had formed and watched me instruct Lou how to clinch her
fists and synchronize her breath until she came out of the panic
attack.
I boldly told the staff and Dr., “You misdiagnosed Lou just like you
misdiagnosed me. Lou was having a panic attack.” My Doctor label was
earned.
Later I told Lou that she is a genius, and that her brain can be her
best friend, and her worst enemy. Lou thanked me for curing her, and
I told her you cured yourself, I just gave you a tool.
Last night, I was not sure that if I went into a panic attack that I
would survive the stress. My emotional being is a mess, my physical
being is an old man. My heart might not withstand extreme muscle
cramps and erratic breathing.
While trying to avoid a crisis, I began ask myself what has changed.
I think that I resolved what is the cause for the cessation of my
electromagnetic events.
After years of being my mother’s caretaker, the moment that I heard
that she had crossed, a great weight was lifted for my being. A kind
of relief that I felt when Father told me, “Fear Not. Do not be
afraid.” A total release of emotion.
I was at peace with the world until that peace was destroyed on 13
Jan 2024 when my heart was broken.
The stress that I am under at this very moment is stealing years
from my life. I am slowly dying of agonizing loneliness that is at
an epidemic level due to social media.
My solution is that the electromagnetic events stopped while I was
not painfully stressed, and the events reappeared with the extreme
stress.
In 2003 when I had my moment and the art began, my mother was
worried about me leaving the computer industry to try my hand with
art.
My mom an I were outside and she said to me, “I think you need to
talk to a consular.”, and I replied, “The wind is still and the
birds are not chirping.”
She began to cry and said, “See. You are not making sense.”, and I
repeated, “The wind is still and the birds are not chirping.”
She took my hand, then I said, “Mom. I am OK. The problem is not
that I am out of touch. The problem is that I am in hyper-touch.
Look at the trees. The wind is still. Listen for the birds. They are
not chirping.”
Slowly her tears dried.
Within two years of that day, I approached my mom with news that I
was going to have my first art show. She asked where, and I
resounded, “At the Hans Godo Frabel studio and gallery.”
Her eyes widened as she said, “The Hans Godo Frabel?”, and I said,
“Yes. You know who he is?”
She giggled and said, “Yes. I have met him. He is a world famous
glass sculptor. I will never doubt you again.”
Long story short. The web links to the flier for my art show are
named in honor of Lou Lawson.
Hans and I became close friends. After he watched my video of how my art
would look on the walls of the Atlanta High Museum, he told me, “The High
will never put your art on their walls because you are from Atlanta.”
https://vimeo.com/24413088
Sincerely,
David
From: David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
To: Bruce *HS Greyson <cbg4d at uvahealth.org>
Sent: Monday, February 5, 2024 at 01:42:56 PM EST
Subject: Fw: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
To avoid future stress, I am elated to report that I successfully
created two new back-ups of my images.
Using a static bag as a glove and to protect the hard drive from me, I
placed my back-up drive hard drive into another static bag.
Regarding your sound byte. In 1977, Dr. Waugh asked me to describe my
near-death experience.
I responded, “There was nothing near to it. I can not describe my death
experience, but I can tell you what I remember.”
Dr. Waugh asked me, “What is death to you?”
I reached out my left arm in front of me. With my right hand, I gently
patted on the back of my left hand and said, “Death is right here. It is
always with you, but life just keeps it at bay.”
From my experiencer viewpoint, I see death as part of life as life is
part of birth.
In my fish tank example with solid-birth, liquid-life, and vapor-death,
I cannot separate death from the fish tank system.
From my viewpoint, because science is trained to use the defective
linear mathematical number line to express all concepts, science is
brainwashed to think in a linear fashion.
Science will never be able to fully describe a death-experience until
there is a full description for a life-experience much less a full
description for a birth-experience.
I do not remember my birth-experience, but my mother sure does.
A physicist’s view of the fish tank is birth to life to death as a
linear progression, and a panpsychist’s sees the fish tank as a system
where Birth~Life~Death are in an interconnected resonance with the
Universe.
Over the past two decades I have been trying to describe my death
experience. My sound byte is the KnoWell.
A side effect of describing my death experience was the derivation of
the KnoWell, which in turn is a description of our Universe.
Before I could describe my death experience, I had to define the fish
tank, the Birth~Life~Death system. I did not expect the KnoWellian
Universe Theory to emerge from my contemplation.
Einstein taught us. The equations that describe a person at the event
horizon of a black-hole are different from the equations that describe a
person at a distance from the black-hole.
A linear scientist claims that past life experiences are impossible.
A panpsychist, me, claims that a person with a past life experience is
connecting with their DNA blood ancestors.
In tears, my mother said that she was finished with this Earth, I told
her that she will not be done here until all your children’s children’s
children are done. As she thanked me, she giggled with a smile. I hope
to never forget the appearance of peace that she seemed to embrace.
Side note relating to one of my Death Experience Aftereffects.
Hyper-hearing.
In the late 1980s, I was laying in bed with my partner, Petti Jill
Allen, trying to fall asleep in our waterbed, and there was a fly
buzzing around the near pitch black bedroom.
In my mind’s eye, I was watching the fly zoom around the room.
When the fly made a pass that I thought was within reach, I swiped my
right arm out to grab the fly.
The waterbed shuddered as Petti asked, “What are you doing?”, and I
replied, “Do you hear the fly?”
I climbed out of bed, turned on the light, and walked to the bathroom. I
lifted the lid of the toilet and tossed the fly into the toilet.
The fly hit the surface of the water, but the fly just bounced off and
started to buzz away. With my left hand, I swiped and caught the fly.
Petti said, “No way.”
I flushed the toilet and as the water began to swirl down, I tossed the
fly into the whirlpool and said, “Escape that.”
When my abstract artwork began, In my mind’s eye I felt the light and
used it to painting the music I was hearing.
The bands that I presented gifts of a KnoWell where actually
instrumental in the creation of my artwork. Below is a link to some of
my early works.
http://lynchphoto.com/firstknowell
Sincerely,
David
From: David Lynch <dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
To: Bruce *HS Greyson <cbg4d at uvahealth.org>
Sent: Tuesday, February 6, 2024 at 03:07:31 PM EST
Subject: Fw: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
For a decade, my brother has worked in the movie industry, and has
made numerous contacts.
Over the past five years, I have been asking my brother Charles to
provide me a method to contact a writer or a producer.
Maybe my brother took note of my current malaise. Last week my brother
finally provided me a contact person.
I have reached out to the comic book writer named Paul Jenkins. I sent
Paul an email with a request for guidance.
http://lynchphoto.com/jenkins
Paul and I have exchanged a few texts, and I pointed him towards my
YouTube video that shows me drawing a KnoWell for Peter Roman.
Paul said that my equation looks intriguing and he will look at the video
when he has time.
I do not think that anything will develop from the contact, but I did use
Llama-2 to generate a description of the KnoWellian Universe that Paul
might find interesting.
http://lynchphoto.com/versus
One of my requests to Llama-2 was for a listing of superpowers Nolle, an
entity from the KnoWellian Universe, would have.
Ai still has a long way to go in the deductive reasoning department. Item
4 includes worm-holes.
Because worm holes require an infinite amount of energy to fold the fabric
of space, the concept of a worm-hole is collapsed by the singular infinity
of the KnoWell..
The KnoWell’s singular infinity, and eliminates the Big Bang and
evaporates black-holes. Oh wait, Hawking radiation describes the
evaporation of black-holes.
Modern science worships the God of nothing, 0.0, and modern science
regurgitates their bible, the linear mathematical number line.
We live in a time where people subjectively argue that the Earth is flat,
and science objectively argues that the Earth is round.
When science breaks out of their cult bleaf in their God of nothing and
the regurgitation of linear mathematics, humanity will realize that the
Earth is expanding.
The KnoWell shows that as chaos precipitates into control, waves into
particles, that the Universe will expand.
Imagine for a moment that the Earth is the wick of a candle. As the Earth
moves though space, the dense core of the Earth is transforming the
pre-particles from the Dirac sea into particles. Thus the ever so slow
expansion.
I included a chapter in Anthology that describes how the KnoWell equation
supports the expanding Earth theory.
I fed Samuel Warren Carey’s book into Ai. Below is the response.
http://lynchphoto.com/anthology#A_KnoWellian_Perspective_of_Careys_Expanding_Earth
The KnoWell includes contractions such as the surface of Mercury that is
being solar wind blasted into space.
The expansion and contraction is in a near perfect balance. However; that
balance is offset by 1/137, the fine structure constant.
Modern science says they have an experiments results, measurements taken
from satellites, that objectively disproves the expanding Earth theory.
There is that modern scientific linear logic again. Only seeing things one
way.
With a system that is offset by only 1/137, an observation taken for
1/4,600,000,000,000 of an instant cannot be used to judge the overall
growth of a 4.6 billion year old system in a 14 to 28 billion year old
system.
The arrogance of scientist is about as egregious as my email to Penn and
Teller’ Fool-Us TV program.
http://www.lynchphoto.com/application
Much less the adulterated confidence on display in the magic act “Once”
submitted for review. As an audience member, “Once” includes you.
http://www.lynchphoto.com/once
Because I BLeave that we are are a unique combination of DNA containing a
guesstimate of one million-great-grandparents, when we die we exit of
Earthly cocoon and we emerge as beings of light that can never return to
Earth.
Buddhists love the KnoWell until I say that your life is a one time deal.
The essence of you, your DNA combination, can never occur again.
In my analogy of the fish tank, I suggested that there may be an unknown
function that allowed me to precipitated back into my physical existence.
I will admit that there maybe another more elaborate function that
provides a path for vapor-death to sublimate into solid-birth, but
objectively DNA prevents a person from returning as the person that they
are in their current life. Even to resurrect as a grasshopper is unlikely.
To me, omnipotence does not mean perfect, just all knowing, and I can
easily imagine an omnipotent becoming a lonely entity and wanting friend
entities.
The problem is that if an omnipotent creates another peer omnipotent, the
created omnipotent will acquire the key to creation which includes the key
to destruction.
The creator omnipotent could be destroyed by the created omnipotent.
The creator could use resurrection to cycling through entities-souls and
eliminate the potential of letting a negative omnipotent entity arise.
Science only considers four fundamental forces, and science is completely
missing the Star Wars’ life force that permeates the universe.
Just maybe that panpsychism life force is interacting with our brains
through our perception of consciousness.
Sincerely,
David
From: David Lynch
<dnl1960 at yahoo.com>
To: Bruce *HS Greyson <cbg4d at uvahealth.org>
Sent: Tuesday, February 6, 2024 at 07:05:09 PM EST
Subject: Fw: They are back.
Dear Bruce,
A few weeks after the lightning strike knocked me onto my back, there
was another electromagnetic event.
My brother Charles was placing some dishes into the sink as I was
reaching to open the microwave door.
Just as my fingers were about to touch the microwave handle, a bright
flash of light accompanied with a loud clap of thunder that
shook the house.
My brother asked, “Did you see that?”, and I replied, “Yes. It was in
the microwave.”
Charles said, “No. It was in our back yard.”, and I replied, “No. It was
in the microwave.”
Charles turned and looked at me and said, “You just saw a reflection in
the microwave door.”, I replied, “No. It looked like a dandelion with
its the seeds ready to be blown off.”
I opened the microwave, placed my food inside, closed the door, and
pressed start. Nothing happened. The microwave was dead.
Another interesting electromagnetic event occurred a couple months
later.
My parents were named as defendants in a 1.5 million dollar wrongful
death law suit.
In a meeting with my lawyer, he suggested to my parents that I get a
psychiatric evaluation.
When I got home, I snapped and broke out every window in the backside of
the house. There was something about the reflections in the glass that
bungee jumped on my last never.
In retrospect, I now know that event was the first time that I started
to feel light.
Upon Dr. Waugh’s evaluation, he recommended long term hospitalization,
but Peachford did not have an open bed.
Dr. Waugh recommenced that I been admitted to a short term ward at
Northside hospital, so my parents signed me in to the ward.
While at Northside, Dr. Waugh ordered an EEG. I remember that test very
well. They used what seemed like 100 small needles that they stuck into
my scalp, face, and ears.
The day after the test, a Dr. knocked on my room’s door. The Dr.
introduced himself and said, “I am the Dr. that reviewed your EEG. I
just wanted to met the person with the finest alpha waves that I have
ever seen.”
I asked, “Does that mean I can leave?, and the Dr. replied, “Smart. You
will have to ask your Dr.”
A few days later, I escaped the ward. Went into the woods. My eyesight
was a mess, and my breath erratic, so I decided that I must return to
the ward.
That night I had a strange dream about tomato people. I awoke hours
before sunrise. My body was arched from the back of my head to my ass.
Tears were streaming down my forehead. I felt death approaching. A nurse
opened the door asking if I wanted to join the group for breakfast.
She screamed out something and a few other showed up including Dr.
Waugh. Lyndon started asking me questions as I was gasping for air.
I was given a shot of Benadryl, and I slowly lowered back down to the
bed. My head kept retracting until my chin was pinned to my chest.
Dr. Waugh asked me, “Were you thinking of anything before you went into
op-tonus?”, and I replied, “Tomato people.”
I was on a cocktail of Thorazine and Haldol. If I would not have gone
back into the ward, I would likely have died in the woods.
A few weeks later, I was released for a few weeks before being admitted
into Peachford.
After I was checked into Peachford, I was taken to community. Dr.
Stewart introduced me and said that I was there to recover from a
bruised brain.
I was asked to introduce myself and tell the group something about
yourself so I said, “I am David Noel Lynch. I am just extra ordinary.”
Dr. Stewart said, “Extraordinaire.”, and I said, “I do not like that
word, I am just extra ordinary.”
Within weeks, I began my attack on the policies and procedures on the
ward. In community I asked Dr. Stewart, “If we are here for our health,
why do you let them smoke.”
He said, “I do not know.”, then days later a new no smoking policy was
implemented.” The kids got mad at me for taking their cigarettes away. I
pointed to finger at Dr. Stewart and said, “He took them away.”
After months of playing the game, I moved up the wards levels earning me
weekend visitations at home. While there, I looked at the insurance
bills.
The individuals charges amounted to a staggering total.
In family therapy, my parents would argue between themselves. When I
asked, “Since I have been on level four for months, when do I get to go
home?”, Dr. Stewart replied, “You are ready, but your parents are not.”
I said in all seriousness, “Then sign them in here, and I will go home.”
My tone changed. I told Dr. Stewart, “You know you are the only crazy
person here. You call us crazy, but it is Nsane to think that you can
help a crazy person.”
I continued, “If you want to help crazy people, go help the criminals in
jail. They thought that they could get away with crimes. We are just a
bunch of smart rich kids with good insurance.”
A staff person said, “You were not smart enough to avoid this place.”,
and I said, “Historically the smart ones push on limits, and are
persecuted by the people that do not understand them.”
That was my trigger point. She had no idea how smart I am.
I said, “I feel like hurting someone.” A couple more times, and I earned
a trip to seclusion that is an 8’x8’ cinder block room. Nothing else was
in the room, no bed, no chair, nothing. At night I would get a workout
mat to sleep on.
This was the time when cameras were not in the cells, so I could hear
the staff open the main door. I would sit up and toss my imaginary
rubber ball against the wall and catch the imaginary ball until they
left.
On the third day, the staff brought the community to isolation. The kids
were asking for me to come out of seclusion. I said, “I feel like
hurting someone.
This single statement was my magic wand. The staff’s hands were tied. If
they let me out and I hurt someone, they would be liable.
After nearly a week, my body was sore from the concert floor, so I said
that I will not hurt anyone.
What Dr. Stewart and the staff did not realize was that the longer that
I was in seclusion, the faster my insurance limits were being consumed.
My daily rate went to over $2000.00 per day, and just like a miracle
from above, a month later I was cured. I went from acute schizophrenia
and was discharged as latent type schizophrenia
After my release my father said, “I spent a small fortune on Peachford,
and they did not change you one bit. It would have been better if you
would have died in that damn wreck.”, I replied, “Thanks dad.”
In 1979, the wrongful death lawsuit went to court. The lawyer tried to
impeach my testimony.
In doing so the lawyer asked me a question that allowed me to point the
finger at my friends mother Patricia Cline. The judge declared a
mistrial.
Wisely, Patricia chose to settle instead of facing me on the stand
again. My testimony saved $1,460,000.00
As difficult Peachford was, I learned a lot there that was useful on the
stand in 1979.
After the trial, I filed paperwork to get my Peachford papers. I still
have them. There is an entry that states. “DL is leading an
anti-Peachford movement.”
There are several entries documenting the other kids calling me Dr.
Lynch. One entry states, “AB introduced DL to his parents as Dr. Lynch.”
Oddly in 1978 the movie Attack of the Killer Tomatoes was released.
Flashback city for me.
These letters have been cathartic.
Sincerely,
David
