Charity

  Now all of Chief Loh's songs are available to buy on reverbnation.com.  Proceeds go to charity to help feed starving children!  This is a new thing on that website so I hope things go well.  Unfortunately, they will no longer be available as free downloads.  There are a couple of exceptions to this in that some of our songs contain profanity.  The charitable organizations have asked that we do not include those for sale.  By the way, Chief Loh has now hit at #17 in Tucson!

New Chief Loh Songs

  Recently, Chief Loh has put out a song on reverbnation.com called, 'Fallen', which is mostly an instrumental, but has a few words in the middle section.  We also put out 'Of Blood', which is about family dynamics.  Most recently, we put out a song called, 'Own You (Don't Let Them).  It is about being your own person and not caring what others think of you.  Kayla just keeps getting better at music production.  She is the heart of Chief Loh.  She composes, records, mixes and produces our music.  I'm mainly just a lyricist and I usually come up with the vocal melody and harmonies.  Sometimes I come up with the bass line, but that is the extent of my involvement with the music.
  The other day, an actress commissioned Chief Loh to retool our song, 'Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon' to include a producer friend of hers who has also acted in a few movies.  She wants this to be a Christmas present for him.  We're hoping that this producer friend will want to use our music for his movies.  She already played our song for him and he really liked it.  This could be the foot in the door we've been waiting for.  I'm deliberately not dropping names here.  For one thing, that's tacky, and for another thing, we won't be uploading this retooled song to reverbnation.com because we'd like to respect the privacy of those involved.

Radical.FM

  Chief Loh is now available to listen to on Radical.FM!  That radio station started following us on Twitter, so I read about what they do.  They allow you to upload your music to their station so that anyone could listen to it at any time.  I started following them on Twitter and I registered as a user to start my account.  Then I uploaded our song, 'How Many Times?' onto the website.  Now we'll see if anybody listens to our music.  I'll upload more songs if this proves to be a valuable resource.

  On a side note, I had shared a link to Chief Loh's song, 'Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon' on Mika Boorem's Facebook page.  Both she and a friend of hers liked it and commented on it.  She called it "Epic".  I just saw today that she messaged me saying that she would like to do something for a couple of her friends.  She said she'll get back to me once she's figured out what I can do for them.  I wonder exactly what it is she wants.  Does she want us to write a song for her friends?  I can't wait until she gets back to me!

Austintagious And A Game

  Chief Loh has just put out a new song called, 'Austintagious', which is about a zombie apocalypse started by a superbug.  Years ago, Kayla had an idea for a zombie story where all the antibacterial soaps and antibiotics that doctors hand out creates a superbug which causes people to become zombies.  The song borrows a concept from my novel, 'The Nocent part 2: Advent of the Scathing', in which the disease is spread similarly to tuberculosis, through bodily secretions falling to the ground, drying up and becoming an airborne pathogen.  We end the song with a quote by Jerry Seinfeld.  It's a great song and really fun!
  Here's a game for our fans to play!  Chief Loh has just realized that we have put out a song whose lyrics contain an error.  Whoever first announces correctly what our error was, we will write a song in dedication to our number one fan!  Good luck and happy hunting!

Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon

  Chief Loh just put out a brand new song called, 'Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon' on reverbnation.com! In it, we go through a fairly long chain which starts with Kevin Bacon and ends with me.  We tried to weave into it as many of our favorite movies and actors, but couldn't get them all without it being a ten-minute song.  We do mention 'Six Degrees of Separation' with Will Smith, which we thought would be fun to include.  As far as the movie that I'll be in, 'To Kill A Memory', there is still no release date on IMDB.  It just says 2013.  I'll keep you posted on that.  But for now, you can go check out this song.  It was a blast to come up with and to record.  You can hear us giggling at several points during the song.  By the way, we're still standing strong at #18 in Tucson!  Thanks for listening!

An Illusion

  Chief Loh just put out a new song called, 'An Illusion' on reverbnation.com.  We have also attained the #18 rank in Tucson.  I've been submitting our music like crazy to all kinds of radio stations, blogs, online magazines, TV shows and movies.  I just know our music's gonna hit it big soon.

Trailer

  Here's the official trailer for 'To Kill A Memory', the movie that I was an extra in.  It still only says, "Coming soon", but I don't yet know a release date.  I don't see myself anywhere in this preview, but I do remember when they were shooting several of the scenes.

Finding Chief Loh

  Some people have told us that they have trouble navigating through reverbnation.com. Specifically, it's been reported that it is difficult to find Chief Loh on that website. I've had a friend try and here are my findings. You go to reverbnation.com and in the upper-left-hand area is a search bar. Type in the name Chief Loh and our picture will pop up. Click on that and it will bring you to our page. Good luck and thank you to all our fans!  Oh yeah, yesterday we were up to #18 ranking in Tucson, but today we've slipped down to #19.  Still cool, though!

Bread Thieves

  Chief Loh submitted our press kit to a movie called, 'Bread Thieves' to be included in the movie.  It just completed shooting and is in post-production.  I've also submitted to a radio station for consideration for some airplay.  Reverb Nation keeps emailing us opportunities such as these and I submit our music for things as I see fit.  One of these days, our music is gonna hit.  I just shared a link to our reverbnation page on the pages of most of our Facebook friends.  A bit of shameless self-promotion, I must say.  Anyway, please wish us luck!

How Many Times?

  This post is supposed to be mostly about Chief Loh's new song, 'How Many Times?', which Kayla almost single-handedly wrote.  It's an amazing song and I hope you'll check out.  I also wanted to mention that I'm feeling very hopeless right now.  I just started a 12-week Cognitive Behavioral Therapy group program, but I don't really see any light at the end of my incredibly dark tunnel.  I wish I didn't feel this way.  My world feels like it's crashing down around me and I don't know what to do about it.  I feel like I'm in Slow Time more and more often and for longer.  For those of you unfamiliar, Slow Time occurs for me when I become anxious about something.  Time slows down so much sometimes that it doesn't even seem to stream, but becomes a series of photographs.  It's dreamlike and my cognitive abilities go down the drain.
  There is an actress that we are friends with on Facebook.  She just directed a short movie called, 'Love Thy Neighbor'.  She's going to be showing it at a Tucson film festival and she wants us to attend.  I've told her I'm going to give her a CD of Chief Loh's music.  I've suggested that she could possibly consider it to use in any future films she directs.

Hidden Gems

  Lately, Chief Loh has been including bloopers and other hidden gems at the end of a lot of our newer songs.  If you listen past the end of the song, you'll hear a kind of behind-the-scenes snippet of dialog between Kayla and myself, laughter or some other candid moment. Give us a listen some time on reverbnation.com and see for yourself!

What Would Love Do?

  Hey, all you Chief Loh fans out there!  We just uploaded our brand new song, 'What Would Love Do?' onto reverbnation.com. It's our third song from our new album, D'compose'N!  And just today, Chief Loh reached #20 ranked alternative band in Tucson on reverbnation.com!

Our New Songs

Well, we've put out the first two songs of our 4th album, D'compose'n on reverbnation.com.  The first song is called, 'Day of the Dead' and features four-part harmonies.  The second song, 'Terracide' is quite a rocking tune.  Chief Loh is now working on even more songs now. Thanks for listening!  Oh, and Chief Loh is now ranked #21 alternative band in Tucson on reverbnation.com!

D'compose'n

Chief Loh is now working on our 4th album! It's called, D'compose'n. The first song will be called 'Day of the Dead' and it will be out on reverbnation.com soon.

Self Love

  Here is a meditation which I wrote during the course of a few weeks.

Self Love

 Something must have happened to me from even before my first memories. This something has caused me to hate myself no matter what has happened to me since. It is that deep underlying "truth" that I hold in my heart which I must expose as a lie if I am ever going to have a chance of hoping to have a healthy life. It may possibly have something to do with my feelings that I had with the arrival of my younger sister. I don't remember.

 One of my earliest memories involves me burning my leg with chicken soup. I believe it to be one of the most important events of my life which played a huge part in the forming of my personality. One night, my parents were giving my sister and I a bath when I was perhaps three or four and she was around a year old. I finished first and dried off. My parents were microwaving some chicken soup in the kitchen. I heard the buzzer beep and went to pull out the bowl. It was too hot for me to handle so I dropped it. The boiling hot soup spilled on my left leg and the porcelain bowl shattered on the kitchen floor.

 My only thought then was how much trouble I was going to be in for breaking the bowl. My parents came out to investigate the noise and I immediately began to apologize profusely for my actions. My parents made sure I got to the hospital and assured me that I wasn't in trouble for breaking the bowl. I was well taken care of at the hospital and my parents were nothing but encouraging to me.

 What Kayla helped me to see is that this one event created an idea in my head that the only way I can get love is by hurting myself. My parents had instilled in me that in order to be a "good boy", I had to do what they say without question. That was how I can earn love from them. I had three years to have that lesson ingrained in my being. But then, despite all my efforts to earn their love, my little sister came into this world and I had to share that love. Not only that, but I saw that she didn't even have to do anything to earn it. She cried, fussed, threw food, caused them to have to feed her, change her diapers and all other manner of hard work and they just poured out their attention on her.

 No matter how hard I tried to be a good boy, I couldn't get any attention from them. Yes, I could still get in trouble, but I couldn't earn their love by my obedience. By that point, it was just expected of me without reward. So, standing in a place where I felt that I wasn't loved, but that I could only earn negative attention, I absolutely feared getting in trouble. Breaking the bowl could only end badly for me.

 Here's the kicker, not only did I not get into trouble for breaking the bowl, but I received a lot of positive attention. I finally felt as if I had "won" against my sister in this competition for attention from my parents. I felt whole and loved. This put the false belief in me that hurting myself was the only way to earn love. It didn't help that my mother always saw me as being the weak one between my sister and me. She always gave me more attention because she thought me to be sickly, weak and even mentally challenged.

 All my youth was spent with this belief about myself. I always saw how easily all my friends and classmates got things that were just too difficult for me. I firmly believed that I was somehow less of a person than they were. I remember hours of my dad trying to teach me the English alphabet. He would have me writing the letters several times from an example that he wrote. This was when I learned the word "lousy". He would sit there and berate my efforts while Becky sat next to me not getting yelled at and not having to do anything.

 I was dubbed a "late bloomer", which to me meant "slow learner". Also, my mother was always saying that I was too skinny and equating thinness with unhealthiness. There was a Chinese medicine which smells horrible and tastes even worse that she would make me take. Not only that, but she would always make sure to let me know how expensive the medicine was. From this I learned that I was a burden to my parents. They never gave any special medication to Becky or called her a late bloomer or lousy.

 Now, it was not just my parents who made me feel down about myself. Being a part of a military family, I was forced to move around a lot. In all those times, I never kept up a correspondence with my old friends. Selfishly, I blamed them. I also blamed my parents, anyone but myself. I pulled into myself to avoid the pain of loss. I clung more closely to my stuff and didn't make any special efforts to create deep relationships with people. What would be the point? Solitary activities such as reading, TV and movies became my life.

 In kindergarten, I met a girl named Rachel. She seemed to like me. When we were alone, she would hold my hand and even kiss me. As soon as we were around her friends, she would act as if she didn't know me. I allowed this relationship to continue in this fashion because I craved the attention. This was one of the first times I consciously put myself into the victim role and equated it with earning love.

 By this time in my life, my parents were starting to put expectations on Becky to be a "good girl". She fought it tooth and nail. She stood up for herself and even protested any special attention my parents would give me without also giving it to her. She would cry, "Discrimination!" From observing her behavior and the consequences, I came to two conclusions: It is always good to do exactly what my parents say, when they say it and not to question it and crying was of no benefit to anyone. This solidified my identity as a victim, a brainless fool, an emotionless tool and a virtual non-entity.

 My entire adult life has been shaped by the lessons I learned back then. It also doesn't help that my parents do not approve of anything that I do. It was my dad who got me into writing, but disapproved of me going to school to be a writer or persuing a career in writing. He also is the one who got me into music, but has made me feel worthless and inadequate as a musician. I am basically just a failed investment in their eyes. Only if I continue to do their bidding will I be able to earn their "love" again. They have said so in so many ways over the years and aren't even trying to be subtle about it anymore.

 Enter Kayla. She is the only person who has ever tried to foster my inner self. She actively tries to bring out my true identity with every breath of her being. In doing this, she is the only person who has ever truly loved me for who I really am. I can't even count myself in that number. For years she has encouraged me to create my own identity from the inside out. It hurts her when I betray myself or disrespect myself. She sees how strong I can be if only I would stop victimizing myself and perpetuating the myth of my insufficiency.

 Enter 'Conversations With God'. That series of books, which includes the original trilogy, 'Friendship With God' ,'Communion With God', 'The New Revelations', 'Tomorrow's God' and 'Moments of Grace', has opened my mind to a whole new way of looking at God and at myself. It has helped me to more deeply understand the tools Kayla has been trying to hand me for years now. The only problem is that I need to first rewrite these deep underlying false beliefs about myself which have been a dangerous undertow all my life that I have been oblivious to.

 I suggested to Kayla that I could bring her to karaoke or to play racquetball. This then sparked a revelation about myself that made me realize that this wasn't the immediate road to healthiness. First, though, Kayla had pointed out that she was deliberately keeping these things from herself in order to give me the opportunity to offer them to her. It was the fact that I didn't offer them to her that she chose not to offer me things like coming to my stand-up shows. I wasn't validating her unique personality and preferences. I also wasn't incorporating myself into her life. Of course, I can't just jump into trying to give these things to her because I haven't earned her trust that I won't ruin any attempt to participate in these activities. I must first earn her trust in the little things before I can prove to her that I can have her trust in the big things. Though, trust is not something I want to just talk about so I will not say anything further about it. It will be my actions, not simply my thoughts or intentions that will earn her trust. I will live a life of trustworthiness.

 I must always be conscious and aware of what I am saying and what is being said to me. It is too easy for me to misrepresent myself or others because I wasn't paying attention to our conversation. I lie to myself and others all the time by not accurately remembering what was said in any given conversation. How can I ever hope to build stability in this way? I must always have in mind where I stand and where others stand or I might create expectations in a situation that are false. I can hurt someone or myself in that way. If I can "forget" a small thing, I can forget a big thing. It is, therefore, a big deal to forget even the smallest detail about something you've said or something that has been said to you. Yes, this one small detail may not hurt anyone, but if you can forget that, what's to stop you from forgetting something that can end up hurting someone?

 Kayla has focused her strength on persuing wisdom. I have focused my strength on many things, but not that so much. I can explain to you how to make an artificially 3-D image, but matters of the heart are confusing to me. This does not have to stay this way, because I can choose to focus my strength on wisdom as well. Kayla does not think the way that she does because she is wise, but instead, she is wise because she thinks the way that she does. It's not some magical gift she was born with that I don't have, but it is a conscious choice that she is making to create herself in a fashion of her own devising. I may not have some gift, but I do have a choice. If I choose wisdom, I can create it into a reality in my life.

 What do I have passion for and how can I understand, accept and use that to create my true identity? What do I choose to care about? What and how can I give today that will bring about joy and healthiness? Will love or fear be my sponsoring thoughts, words and deeds? Who do I choose to be? Will I be a victim? Where do I stand and where do others stand? Will I make my own choices? Will I be a slave or a master? What spiritual gifts can I give? What will I choose to write on my blank slate? What will I create? How will I fill my plate? Will I be empty hands or a full heart? Will I love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength and my neighbor as myself?

 I choose to care about meeting even just the basic needs of everything within my circle of influence. Kayla loves playing the drums, making music, racquetball, karaoke, pool, singing, etc. I choose to join her life and provide these things for her and incorporate myself into her joyful world and give her her deepest desires. I know she would do the same for me. It takes awareness, care, initiative and knowing where I stand to make sure that this is coming from my heart. She always feels the vibes so results is the only way I can show that I care, not just words or intentions. Love can only ever be my sponsoring thought and motivating factor if I can ever hope to reach my potential, my goals, my highest self. I choose to be a man who is stable in my conviction to be aware, conscious and loving in everything I think, say and do. I will be a chooser of my experience and victim to no one. I will own my suffering. Only then can I choose to end it and see the suffering going on around me and work to end that as well. I will not just rest on intentions, but see that I am a man of my own choice and creation only if the results show it. A happy life will be my barometer for success, not my intentions. I stand as an individual with feelings, a family and a household. Anything I think, say and do will be a reflection of that or will disrespect myself, my family and household. No one will make me do anything not of my choice. I am a master, not a slave. My actions are a conscious manifestation of my highest self. I can be a man who remembers things that are important to me and to those around me as well. I will create a happy family and healthy relationships. I will fill my plate with a remembering that I am not a product of anything or anyone from my past, but rather of every thought, word and deed of my own choosing with eyes firmly open, heart set on love and mind clear. Empty hands are no longer a part of my identity. Someone may tell me what they need me to do, but I am the ultimate decider of my actions. My heart, soul, mind and strength will all work together to express my understanding that we are all one and we are all God. All the love, strength, mind and care that God possesses, I as well have within my grasp.

 There is no such thing as suffering. No event is intrinsically bad or good. Any experience only has the emotions that I choose to put on it. Just as a master can experience all manner of calamity and see the perfection in it, I too can look back on the life I have lived and rewrite the beliefs that I have solidified about myself. I have called it suffering. I can now think of it as a series of challenges, all of which I've survived, but none of which have I allowed to bring me to a healthy place in myself. I must change myself from within at the belief level. My behaviors will never change if what brings them out of me never changes. My being is like a warehouse which is filled with every emotion, every thought, every observation and memory I've ever had. It is only those things that I am aware of and believe in that I can bring out of myself. If I do not believe that I am strong, capable and wise, I will not bring those things out of myself. That is exactly where I stand right now.

 I prefer to work toward self-satisfaction. I prefer to drop my "need" for approval from outside sources. Anything given to me by someone else can be taken away from me by someone else. Anything I give to myself, no one can ever take away from me. My entire personality is a summation of things others have given to me. I prefer to tear that to pieces and start from the ground up in creating a new self based on things I give to myself. Talking to Kayla about my new understandings and revelations can be therapeutic, but I prefer to be careful in not doing it for her approval or for any other unhealthy reason.

 The other day, Kayla got an idea for some music. She brought up Cubase on the computer and plugged in one set of headphones. I showed myself to be in an unhealthy place because I chose to "not interrupt" her and observe from a distance instead of helping her, incorporating myself, integrating us and participating in the process. A few days ago I opened the bathroom door while she was in the shower just to tell her my Spider Solitaire score. She prefers to have the door closed while she showers so that she can stay warm. Why was I willing to "interrupt" her then, but not when she was making music? It all comes down to the fact that in both instances, I was being selfish. In not participating in the music, I wasn't proactively seeking out ways to help foster a joyful and healthy activity for the both of us. In interrupting her shower, I was seeking outward approval for something that was an accomplishment of mine that should have given me self-satisfaction. In doing so, I cheapened the experience.

 It is a tragedy that the world uses the term self-satisfaction as synonymous with masturbation. It's become something selfish instead of a wonderful feeling of self-love, self-esteem and self-respect. If I take an honest appraisal of my inner truth, I don't feel worthy of self-satisfaction. In fact, one of the only things that I have ever given to myself that no one can take away is the coffee table that I found, sanded, stained and varnished. To me it is a beautiful achievement that I gave to myself. Why can't I find it in myself to give myself more? Why do I always seek a pat on the back from others? I think it stems from the fact that I don't value my own opinion so why should it be good enough? I feel the need to get others opinions.

 If it has been pointed out to me that the direction I am heading will never lead me where I would prefer to go, why feel the need to explain every turn I was intending to make and every route I was going to take? As carefully as they may be set forth, they are heading in a direction that is not to my benefit or to those around me. Abandon all excuses. If I truly desire what I say I desire, there would be nothing and no one that could keep me from achieving it. It is only myself that ever keeps me from bringing forth the very things I think I am creating.

 I have allowed myself to inherit the very worst attributes of both my parents. I am subconsciously exactly like my father and consciously exactly like my mother. My dad manipulates things toward his own secret agendas. My mother intends to do "good" things, but has no plan or logical steps to do them. I allow my subconscious to secretly rule every single thought, word and deed coming from me. I consciously choose to do "good" things, but have no plan.

 If something Kayla had done made me cry, what exactly would she do to help me feel better? The simple and honest answer to that is that she would do anything within her power to help me. And everything is within her power. Why then, do I not do the same for her? It is because I don't care when I hurt her. If I did, I would take responsibility for it and do something to turn the negative into a positive. It doesn't scare me enough that I don't care. I don't see the full depth of my sickness so I don't know to be terrified of how it affects others as well as myself. If I understood where I truly stand, there would be nothing in the world that would be able to stop me from getting to a higher place, a healthier place. My problem is not that I wouldn't choose a higher place, it's that I don't know how low I am, how sick and how unhealthy.

 For one thing, it is difficult for me to see how something that made sense to me at the time could affect Kayla so negatively. For another thing, I don't feel as if I have the power to help her feel better. Those two things go hand in hand. If I don't realize that I have the power to hurt, how will I ever recognize that I have the power to heal? It all starts with awareness and believing in myself. If I see where I truly stand and believe that I can get to a better place, I will take the steps to get there. If, along the way, I do something that is hurtful, I will be aware of what I did, take responsibility for it and believe that I have the power to change it.

 When I am ready to change, it will happen on its own. All the ways that I try to use Kayla's wisdom are only pushing her away. My answers do not lie within her, but within myself. Resisting my blindness, hurtfulness, ignorance, brokenness, deceitfulness and unchangeability are exactly what are keeping them there and giving them more and more power by the second. I can look at them honestly and without judgment. I can visualize myself as those things, but I can't keep lying to myself and saying that I am healthy. Proactively working toward healthiness is the way to go, not resisting unhealthiness.

 When my mother would put me into a bathtub naked for a haircut, she was disrespecting me to the highest degree. She took away my dignity, my privacy and my free will. When she would make me take the Chinese medicine, she took away my free will and made me feel weak, sick and insufficient. When she fed me Chahmeh or Korean pears, she took away my free will, self-esteem and dignity. In all reality I took all those things away from myself. In other words, I have become my parents. I am a clone of Kom and Sukie. When their will became my will, I no longer had a will of my own. Therefore, I never developed a personality of my own. I am merely a reflection of them. I have no unique identity.

 The very fact that I hate them so much is exactly why I hate myself so much. I hate them because I think they took these things way from me. I hate myself because deep down I know it is truly myself who took them away from me. It is like they were a tornado that I knew was coming. I may have gotten into a tornado shelter, but I failed to shut the door. The tornado destroyed me, but I blame the tornado instead of blaming myself for not shutting the door. Enter Kayla. I have now become my own tornado (Kom and Sukie) and have expected her to be my tornado shelter and door shutter (Paul). When she fails to be my Paul, I hate her as my Sukie. I have never been my Paul and she shouldn't have to be. If I was my Paul, she could be just herself around me and I should love myself as Paul and her as Kayla. Kom and Sukie need never enter the equation in the relationship of Paul and Kayla.

 I'm always looking for a new person to change me like Dr. Phil, Sylvia Brown, the church, the Navy, Neale Donald Walsch or Kayla. When I end up not changing, I blame them and resentment builds. I no longer listen to what they say even though I lie to my self and pretend that I am listening. The root of the problem is that I really am not believing in myself to change. If I believed I could change, then I would. It's not their job or responsibility, it's mine. If I don't change, it's my fault.

 I choose to open myself up to the full pallet of my emotions. I often use the blanket of anger, depression or feeling stupid. I need to allow myself to experience the subtle nuances of such things as frustration, envy, embarassment, annoyance, regret and other emotions that fill in the spaces between the larger, more obvious ones. If not, I will rob myself of the fullness of the experience of life. I will cage up portions of myself that ache to see freedom.

 I am worthy of love, not because of any thing I can do or have done. If that was the case, I would be like the little girl in the Joy Luck Club who was only important when she played chess or the piano well. That is the way my mother would give me approval. I don't need that sort of approval. I am not my body. I am my soul. In being my soul, which is the same as every other soul, I am just as worthy of love as anybody else. When I think of others as souls and not as merely bodies, I will have an easier time loving others as well.

 I am God. That is the beginning of everything I would love to have in my life. If I don't believe that, I will achieve nothing. When is the last time that I did anything completely fearlessly? Why would God have a reason to fear anything? If I am God, I can do anything and succeed at it. I am not this body that I walk around in. It is just a vessel for my true self. I keep limiting myself to believing that I am my body. In doing so, I disrespect myself and keep myself small. My true self is boundless and strong. I can do anything I set my heart on.

Conversations With God Here

  This is a conversation I believe that I had with God.  I put myself as P and God as G.

Conversations With God Here
 P: How do I make myself ready to change? How do I see myself as broken?
 G: You already know that you're broken, you just don't remember why you've come down here. You chose to experience brokenness as a challenge to overcome. If it was just a simple choice, you would have done it already. You've deliberately put up road blocks to make it more difficult for yourself. Take heart that this is all on purpose and with purpose. You've only done this to yourself because you know you can overcome it.
 P: Well then, how do I make myself ready to change?
 G: You can't make yourself ready to change. You will either be ready to or not. It's up to you. Are you resisting the brokenness? It will always be there if that's the case. Are you creating healthiness, happiness and love? It will always be there if that's the case.
 P: So I can just choose to create all these things and they will be so?
 G: Only if you know who you are and where you stand. You can't do it if you're in a world of illusions. You've created a world for yourself in which you are perfectly OK. It's everyone else out there that's "wrong" or "bad". You yourself, are incapable of any wrongdoing in your eyes. Do you think that someone who thinks he's perfect thinks he needs to change? Do you think he thinks he's not creating healthiness, happiness and love?
 P: So I'm deliberately ignoring the results before me that show me I'm not doing those things?
 G: Are you still so dull? Yes, you're ignoring the results, which is why you never actually catch yourself being unhealthy, disrespectful or even hurtful. You're in denial. It must be that people are misinterpreting your intentions. If only they knew your intentions, then they would not be hurt by what you are saying or doing.
 P: I see that you're being ironic and facetious. So, how do I see past the illusions?
 G: You have been shown that you are ignoring the voices in your head that keep telling you how incapable you are. You keep telling yourself you're stupid and insufficient. You don't stand up for yourself against these voices because you'd like to believe they aren't there. You're trapped in your own "security". You don't know you're suffering so you don't know the suffering that you cause others.
 P: You said to Neale that everything is a simple choice. Why does it not seem that way for me?
 G: You don't even know what your choices are. You are not putting yourself at a place where you even know why you're making a choice, what your options are or anything with thought put into it. You're just empty wishing if that's the case. Didn't I say in those books that thoughts are things and thoughts are creative? Well, if you're not putting any thought into your choices, how can you create anything positive?
 P: Well then, let's start from the beginning and figure out how I got where I am so that I can make it real to myself and then figure out a plan for how to get from where I am to the places I choose to be from here on out.
 G: That's going to be very involved, but don't let that discourage you. I know you've been in a depression and the last thing you need to be be disheartened. You realize that it's your skewed perspective that makes you get depressed by the very things that are trying to help you? You even wrote a proverb about it: "Sometimes the cloud that seems to hang over your head is just the shadow of a helping hand."
 P: Yeah, it seems that I have a part of me that knows stuff and parts of me that are confused, angry, ignorant, etc.
 G: It's all you. You are confused, angry and ignorant when you choose to be. It's that you haven't allowed yourself to be these things in healthy ways. Also sad, happy and a lot of other emotions. You have suppressed them and caged yourself, not allowing yourself to express them and get them out. Having been bottled up, you've had to become very inventive in the ways that you let them out. You have had to slip them past your controlling voice, which is your mother and father as channelled through you. You are still living with them in all reality because you still live by their rules. This is a self-imposed prison.

A Series of My Thoughts In Writing

  I will be publishing for you a few of the things I've been writing for myself on my laptop.  The first is just a list of memories of mine that help me to see how I may have gotten into the state of mental health that I am in.  The second will be a conversation with God that I had which was inspired by my reading of the 'Conversations With God' series by Neale Donald Walsch.  The third will be a long meditation of mine that speaks of several of the things I mention in the first two.

Dissociative Identity Disorder
  This will be from beginning to end, the story of how I got to be how I am.  It's going to focus on what I believe to be DID, but will also address what I believe to be PTSD.  I've already been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, depression, anxiety, ADD and Dissociative Disorder.  I'd like to be regressed through hypnosis to reach back into my past in order to find out what happened to me as a child to bring me to my current mental state.  I've got scars on my body which I don't know how they got there.  There have been several clues in the past that have led me to believe I've got some deep emotional scarring.  In no particular order, I will list all of the events of my past that I can remember that give me a glimpse of what might be wrong with me.
  One time, when I was hanging out with my aunt Dawn, I put on a sweatshirt that had really tight sleeves.  I couldn't stand how tight it was around my wrists so I took it off.  My aunt said, "I didn't tie your hands together," implying that she wasn't the one who did something to me in my past that subconsciously affected a seemingly innocuous event in my present to become something traumatic for me.  It also implied that someone she knows of was the one who did that to me.
  Whenever I was going to have a haircut growing up, my mother would make me get naked and get into the bathtub to cut my hair.  This continued into my twenties.  When I reached puberty, she started to comment that I smelled like a man and asked me some questions that made me feel uncomfortable.  She asked me if I got boners and asked me to make my penis erect so that she could see it.  She also asked me if I ejaculated semen.
  Once, when I was with my mother, aunt Dawn and my grandmother, my grandmother put her hand on my crotch and commented that she wanted to touch my penis.  My aunt stopped her, but the emotional damage had already been done.
  An older female cousin of mine once dressed me up like a girl, putting makeup on me and everything.  She then took pictures of me which she showed to the whole family.  Instead of her getting into trouble, they all laughed at me.
  When I was in kindergarten, there was a girl who would kiss me, lay down beside me and show me her body.  She also made me show her mine.  Whenever there was anyone around, she would act as if she didn't know me.  Throughout my childhood, there were several other children who showed their private parts to me.
  Also in kindergarten, there was a neighborhood bully who gathered up some of the younger boys, like myself, and made us get into sexual positions with each other for his viewing pleasure.
  That same year, my little sister got fed up with my mother one day.  She said she wanted to run away from home and find new parents.  My mother told her that she could buy new parents at K Mart.  My sister started to make her way down the street and I couldn't take it anymore.  I ran over to her and begged her to stay, telling her how much I loved her.  My parents laughed at the both of us.  The thing that especially troubles me about this memory is that I don't remember it from my own point of view. I actually see myself running out to hug my sister.  I believe this was the first time my personality split due to stress.
  During that same time frame, I was left alone in a car with my younger sister.  Something she did made the car start rolling down the hill we were on and crash into our house.  Another time, around the age of seven, I was left alone in the car with my sister, I was told not to leave the car or let her leave.  She wanted to leave and I tried to stop her, but I didn't want to leave the car unattended so I had no choice but to let her go.  I got into huge trouble for that.
  When I was in high school, we had a female dog which I fondled sexually.  Looking back on it now, I wonder what from my past made that seem like acceptable behavior for me.  It makes me think I was simply re-enacting things that were done to me.
  When I was maybe three or four, my parents were giving my sister and me a bath.  I finished first and dried off.  They were microwaving some chicken soup in the kitchen.  The buzzer went off, but my parents were still busy with my sister so I grabbed a chair and went to the microwave oven.  The bowl was too hot for me so I dropped it, spilling the soup on my left thigh.  The bowl shattered on the tile floor.  I was petrified that I would be in huge trouble for breaking the bowl.  When an ambulance came for me, some police also came to ask my parents if they had deliberately done this to me.
  In the sixth grade, my dad sent a friend of his to pick me up from school one day.  I hadn't been told that this would happen so I ran away from him.  My parents laughed so hard at that one.
  When I was learning to write the English alphabet, my dad often berated me for my efforts.  He used the word "lousy" quite often in describing my writing.  I was born left handed, but was forced to be right handed.
  Once, when we were at a gas station, I noticed that the gas price had a nine/tenths at the end of it.  I didn't know how you could pay fractions of a penny so I asked if that was a part of the price and my dad said, "Naw, it's the (gas station cashier's) age."
  In the fourth grade, I had an incident involving daily multi-vitamins.  My parents accused me of hiding mine around the house instead of taking them.  I told them that I took mine every day and that it must have been my sister.  They told me they had already asked my sister and she denied it so it had to be me.  Simple deduction shows that if it's not one, it's the other.  That went on for hours as I declared my innocense.  I was crying so hard for so long that I started to hyper-ventilate.  I finally decided to give a false confession just to end the argument.  I couldn't keep up the deception though and told them that I felt bad that I had lied about my guilt.  The whole thing started up again until I falsely confessed again and kept it that time for the sake of argument.  Years later, my sister told me it had been her.
  One Christmas, my aunt had a big party with lots of guests.  I was taking piano lessons at the time and she wanted me to play something for the guests.  I was so nervous that after I finished, I went straight to the bathroom.  I had to take a crap, but it just wouldn't come out.  My stomach was churning with sharp pains.  I was cold, but sweaty at the same time.  I bagan to feel nauseated and grabbed the waste basket to throw up into.  My body went into convulsions and I nearly passed out.  It wasn't until I had been convulsing on the floor for almost an hour that I finally was able to get back up on the toilet and my bowels let loose.
  In high school, there was one morning that my parents were walking my sister and I to school.  Somehow the subject of breakfast came up and I couldn't remember what I had eaten.  My mother ridiculed me.  She asked me, "Are you brilliant?"  She told me that I like to act so smart, but that I couldn't even remember what I'd had for breakfast.
  As a child, I often got cold sores around my lips.  When I left my family behind to go to college, I stopped getting them until I went back to visit them.  I never noticed this pattern until years later when I found out that cold sores are a symptom of stress.
  As a small child, I remember being taken to speech therapy and some other places that I don't remember what they were.  I believe that I was slow to develop and that my parents knew it.  I think it would have been too embarassing for them to put me into remedial classes or get me any sort of tutoring.  Once I reached school age, I was simply tossed into the school system to fend for myself against people who actually knew what was going on.  My parents called me a late bloomer.  School was a constant struggle and I got terrible grades all the time.
  In the second grade, I was playing outside with some kids who were throwing around a flash light.  Next thing I knew, I woke up in my bedroom with a pain in the back of my head.  I still have the scar from that.  I was not brought to the hospital.
  There were several occasions during which I fainted and/or went into convulsions.  At no time was I brought to the hospital to even see if the doctor could recommend any change in diet or anything.  I believe that I was severely malnourished as a child.  I have always been skinny and my mother equated that with being weak, sickly and unable.  She always gave me more attention than she gave to my sister.  With my mother always telling me how skinny I was, but never saying that to my sister, my sister developed an eating disorder.  My mother always made me drink this Chinese medicine which smelled and tasted horrible.  She also made it a point to let me know how expensive the medicine was.
  My parents have never supported my marriage, my music or my writing.  It seems that everything I've loved as an adult has been ridiculed and shot down by them.  They want me to be a doctor or a lawyer or something with a title.  My mother is so embarassed with the fact that I went to the University of Arizona that she tells her friends that I went to Harvard.

Peace March

  Chief Loh has completed two new songs: 'Silence!' and 'Peace March'.  Kayla woke up this morning with nothing but a really cool beat to work with and by one in the afternoon, 'Silence!' was complete and ready to put out on Reverb Nation.  'Peace March' has been in the works for a little while longer, but only a few weeks.  We really love both songs and are sure you will too!

Synching With Reality

  Chief Loh is at it again!  We've just released four new songs on Reverb Nation: 'I Do', 'Backyard BBQ Jam', 'What If Nothing Really Mattered' and 'Juicy Thang'.  They're part of our new album, 'Synching With Reality'.  You can click on the widget to the right on this blog or you can hear it on our Twitter page or our FaceBook page.  We love these songs and hope that you will as well!

Laughing Liberally Tucson

  I just performed a stand-up act for Laughing Liberally Tucson on March 6th. I've provided a video box of it on the right. I hope you think it's funny!