Teeth Issues

Searching for a comet.

Finally, I’m back in the classroom and I’m so glad to be back. Insanity/humanity are the words that come to mind when I look at what has been going on and I guess this will continue until human beings take responsibility en mass, stop relying on politicians to make decisions, stop obeying and start questioning - everything. But, I didn’t come here to beat a dead cow (as the saying goes), but to share something that I've learned, something that may be new.

Up until about two months ago, I had been noticing (at least for about six months) that my teeth seemed to be changing or moving out of alignment. Whereas they used to come together or fit nicely enough when I bit down or chewed, the top and the bottom rows of teeth had started going out of alignment, which was making it uncomfortable for me to chew. During that same time, I had also begun noticing and experiencing pain in the areas where the roots of my teeth connect to the the jawbone - as though the roots of my teeth were withering away, perhaps due to becoming infected by too much bacteria.

Sure enough, when I looked at or focused on this point, the image that appeared in my mind was one of spaces or compartments of trapped gas at the top of the teeth in the areas where the roots connect the teeth with the jawbone. It appears that compartments of trapped gasses in those areas were facilitating the spread of bacteria in those areas. 

In looking at my options, I realized that I could target that bacteria with antibiotics, which is always a last resort for me, or I could look for and experiment with other possible remedies. So I began gargling with sodium bicarbonate and water in an attempt to alkalinize those areas in order to rebalance or regulate those areas and make them a little less hospitable for bacteria.  I guess this helped a little, but it didn’t solve the problem, because the areas that I was attempting to get to, were like air pockets that were sealed off from external contact.

Then one night as I was experimenting with deep breathing (as I’ve been doing off and on for a while now),  I noticed or heard what sounded like plastic bubble wrap popping  whenever I would exhale very completely by really pushing the air out of my lungs with my stomach muscles. At first, this concerned me a little because of the noise and the pressure that I felt in my head. However, when I looked closer at this point  and experimented some more, I realized that the pressure that I was exerting during the final stage of the exhale, was somehow squeezing the gasses out of those tiny gaps, basically closing those spaces and eliminating the gaps.

Yea, I think it’s weird, too. Nevertheless, as I've continued experimenting with this, not only has the pain and the problem seemed to go away, but somehow my teeth now also seem to be back in alignment, more or less. So there it is, a point that I will continue observing and probably write some more on in the years to come. And I do suggest that anyone having issues with the roots of their teeth, consider what I’ve written.

In search of the words to begin With

Taoyuan City, Taiwan: 2 Kms from the center of a city with a population of 1.5 million people.

On most mornings, I get up and begin writing. There are so many things I want to say, yet so little I am sure is right. I wonder, am I speaking or is this the preprogrammed part of me? I want to tell humans specifically what we are. The thing is, as far as I can see, we’re everything - the past, present, future, all of the dimensions, parallel existences and even the failed timelines. So maybe it doesn’t matter what’s out there or where we’ve been. Maybe what really matters is what’s right here, right now, as the choices we make. I feel it inside of me; I have something to say. So I type and I delete and then I type some more, searching for the words.

A couple of months ago, I think it was in January or February when I started checking myself physically for signs of the virus, I noticed a point in the upper left corner of my left lung. It’s an old injury that I first noticed in the eighty’s, like a small hole or a wound that just wouldn’t seem to heal. I remember thinking to myself, eventually this is going to lead to other problems, perhaps pneumonia and this may even be the thing that finally does me in.

About 2-3 months ago, I also started experimenting with my breathing - deep breathing, extremely deep breathing. And then 2-3 weeks ago, I started linking my inhalations of breath to my exhalations in an attempt to equalize the extent or range of my inbreath and outbreath. Usually I do this when I wake up in the mornings between 2 and 4:30 and what I find really fascinating and kind of fun is seeing how much of my physical body I am able to touch or connect to with the in breath and the out breath. Whereas the in-breath is like an expansion to see how far within me I am able to reach and connect to, the out-breath is more like a contraction wherein I’m pushing everything together in an effort to fill in the spaces or fill in the gaps.

OK, one more story and then perhaps I’ll once again look for those words. The other night, I had a dream that I was playing around with the being that used to be my best friend, a dog named Happy. When I looked back at the dream, what I found strange was that Happy’s form wasn’t that of a dog, but more like that of a human with a face that was blurred out. Then I found myself looking into a mirror at what appeared to be a face that was not yet completely formed, kind of like that of an unborn child whose features have yet to develop. What got me most though, was when I looked at my eyes and saw them to be almost completely closed, but for two tiny slits revealing what I guess would be the black pupils of that which was still very much asleep. I took my thumb and forefinger and I tried to open my eyes. But even though the porus (almost see through) skin would stretch, the eyelids refused to open - because they were not yet developed enough to do so.

That’s my story for today and it only took a half hour to write. As for the main point that I keep pushing myself to somehow understand and explain, I have the introduction.

Whereas I would say that the first half of our existence has been about understanding the meaning of life, from a tiny bit mean in the beginning to the meanest meaning of absolute and utter despair, I am fairly certain that the second half of our existence is going to be about understanding and living the value of life. Fascinating times ahead: all we’ve gotta do is push through these last few miles.

Oh! And by the way, that injury in my lungs, I’ve been checking for it and it seems to be gone.