Let's Go Wild

#153: 24 May 2026

Apologies for the late posting; 22,000 air miles in 11 days takes a little bit out of a person.

And speaking of airliners, let me tell you about a particular flight, and a particular detail I only just became aware of while on the last leg of this long journey yesterday. Some background, which will be important momentarily: China Airlines, at the turn of the century (2000), had one 747 plane flying passengers. That particular plane experienced a tail strike in 1980; that’s when the tail touches the runway, usually when landing. It damages the plane, if not completely destroying it. This incident led China Airlines mechanics to “repair” the damages, but in a less complete manner than Boeing instructs.

Now it gets personal. I was planning my second trip to Thailand in early 2002 and chose China Airlines, in large part due to the inexpensive fare. On 21 May we took off from San Francisco (SFO) at 1 am, typical even now for flights to Asia. About 90 minutes into the flight, the pilot told us there was an issue with the landing gear and we had to return to SFO. Once on the ground we disembarked and waited in the airport for three hours while they did a repair, then completed the flight to Taipei. However, when we landed, the pilot managed to bounce us hard, twice, on the runway. At least that’s what it felt like; in retrospect it might have been another tail strike as we will soon see.

Four days later 25 May, China Airlines pulled the only 747 that flew passengers (they had three that were converted for cargo) out of maintenance to substitute for another broken plane. Twenty minutes after takeoff, the tail fell off the 747 and everyone on board perished. When I went through Taipei six days later, the news said that a bomb was suspected as the cause of the failure. On my return flight I got the worst case of food poisoning from the flight meal(s) that I have ever had. All in all, this was the worst experience flying I have ever had too. It is one of those stories you tell people, part of the human adventure, right?

So yesterday I was reminiscing (as I flew back to rejoin family in Thailand following a week in DC) about my first two trips to Thailand in December 2001 and May 2002. Plane issues aside, those two trips sealed my destiny as it regards my deep desire to live here. And I got to thinking about that 747 and its demise…and looking online explained that it hadn’t been a bomb after all; it was an inadequate repair of the tail strike damage two decades before. But given the timing, and the maintenance issue mentioned above, I realize I was on the last “safe” trip that plane ever took. I thank the Divine for keeping me safe, and giving me 24 more years of life. I will also note that as I type this it is 25 May. The anniversary of the fatal crash. A synchronicity? If so, what can I learn? Maybe it’s just another layer of the experience of preparing for my inevitable direct conversation with Death. And so, let’s get back to the regular ‘programming’….or at least what I had already planned for this post.

What if everything we have been taught is a partial truth at best, or a complete lie at worst? What if it wasn’t Lee, James, or Sirhan? Wasn’t jet fuel? Wasn’t a deadly, novel virus? Isn’t CO²?

Every day we gain more clarity about how Quantum Physics (QP) more closely resembles reality than the traditionally taught Newtonian version. What might it look like to fully embrace the QP reality, to radically transform how we move through our lifetime, through the new world? We would understand much more about our physical bodies, the heart is not a pump; it reinforces the natural vortex of water which then moves on its own. What if a jet engine is similar too; the fuel merely reinforces a vortex that uses zero-point energy to generate motion? What if a force field, derived (again) from the zero-point field, is both the protection from radiation and the force generating motion…where rocket fuel is a vortex generator, not the sole source of movement when astronauts travel to the Moon? What if “nuclear” bombs have never worked as we are told…could this be disclosed and then blamed on extraterrestrial visitors somehow rendering the bombs inoperable? What if, as QP tells us, nothing is non-local, there is no “there” “out there”? We experience the world in our mind’s energy field, not in any “solid” construction? What if directed energy devices caused Hurricane Harvey to stall over Houston for days?

How might I change my reality as a result? I offer this: applying more focus to my intuition, that quiet whisper, that gentle nudge, that derives from sensing the energy in this moment more accurately than I am consciously aware of. My obsessive thinking, remembering, plotting, disconnects me from “now”. Because ego is struggling to stay alive, it hides or denigrates intuition. As I develop trust in my connections I can overcome ego’s negativity. Many paths: rituals, incantations, mantras, trances, drugs; attempt (or claim, sometimes falsely) to access intuition. Too often, these methods are unnecessary and/or ineffective, in large part because we use them without understanding what we seek, and without paying attention to unintended consequences that result.

There are other ways too. The Western medicine (allopathic) approach asks, “What disease is this?” Chinese medicine is the opposite; “What person has this dis-ease?” Western as a consequence tries to only lessen the symptoms, because it doesn’t seek to cure…that’s not profitable. It fails in most cases to treat the root cause; even if it claims to, it turns to gene therapy, blaming DNA and not the entire environment. Many shamanic healers mirror the Chinese approach, seeking to discover the root cause of “imbalance” and make the correction there so that symptoms are no longer present. Our bodies are incredible, complex, robust relationships as long as we are in balance. It is easy for some of those relationships to be challenged energetically and result in “dis-ease”. A good healer will take this approach, to seek to find the imbalance and not just mask the symptoms so you can go to work and not frighten your co-workers and customers.

As mentioned before, I cherish synchronicities and am grateful every time I notice one.

There is an old saying, deaths come in threes. About five weeks ago, my sister-in-law’s mother passed. Expected, after a few decades of gradual decline of mobility and overall health, family was able to gather at the hospital and say last goodbyes. Still painful, of course, but not a surprise. It gave us a chance to begin to talk with our three-year old about death, as she (being extremely curious) had questions about what was going on, why people were crying, what was happening to the body as it was placed in the crematorium….

Then a few weeks later, a neighbor just a few doors down the street passed “of natural causes” in the night. Again, not a total shock, but no warning in the days prior to allow for saying goodbye directly.

Then four days ago…another neighbor, in his thirties, swerved out into traffic on a motorcycle and was struck by a large truck and killed instantly. Literally in front of my brother-in-laws house, mid-afternoon. Again, a chance for us to discuss death with our daughter, who was curious about the huge crowd of family and neighbors that gathered in the aftermath and the fear radiating from the crowd.

So here’s the synchronicity…just hours before I learned about this latest accident, two items floated by on my feeds. The first was a reminder about the poem, ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’. Written, the story goes, in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye, on a paper grocery sack for someone who was grieving the loss of their spouse. It was later published by another person and titled, “Immortality”:

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

Then moments later, a post of a video excerpt where Bruce Lee talked about a worldview and his gratitude for it. He offers a daily practice:

Never go to sleep without saying these four things to God:

Thank you, for the breath I was given today, the problems I survived, and the lessons disguised as pain. I am grateful.

I release it; every worry, every failure, everything I cannot control, I let it go.

I am being prepared; what I am going through is not punishment, it is process. I trust what I cannot yet see.

Tomorrow I rise renewed; my body heals, my mind resets, and I wake up closer to the person I was created to be.

Sounds Wild to me.