Knocked out of my Body

Mysteries regarding consciousness locale and mindbodyspirit integration, separation, and reintegration

The author on the morning after falling losing consciousness.

Lost consciousness and smashed my face into a railing of wood, metal, and concrete. The rest of the body hit the floor hard. This ugly fall happened on a Saturday afternoon in the Downtown Seattle store where I work. Was the 15th of March 2025, the day before my oldest daughter’s birthday and five days after I had periodontal surgery under heavy sedation with dental implants and bone grafts. My Dysautonomia Complex, which I have been struggling with since the late 1980s, had flared up yet again. Also was recently discovered I may have some degree of HCM or hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. For the entire rest of the day my sense of consciousness felt bifurcated with half my mind partway outside my body and bobbing along with my flesh with every step while the third entity of self observed the other two engage in a strange tango as if two chained-together men struggled to become one person.

Moments earlier, as I hurried down a ramp to help a customer, dypsnea (shortness of breath) kicked in, possibly after an initial burst of EIB or exercise-induced bronchioconstriction. Postural hypotension quickly followed, which meant the blood vessels in the lower half of my body overdilated as blood basically drops out of my brain and upper body. I remember as I rounded the corner at the base of the ramp into the Climbing department feeling a major head rush and dizzy spell. I paused, grabbed onto the railing, feeling self-conscious as the customer, a middle-aged, clean-shaven White man in a blue-gray shirt, was standing there probably wondering what is going on. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “this is one heck of a head rus… .” Never finished the sentence in my mind as I lost consciousness and collapsed. Continue reading

Mother’s Day 2025

A different kind of call and prayer for all of us humans

Good Morning and a Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mamas here: Love, Blessings, & Bows to our Birth Mothers, the Grandmothers, the StepMoms, the Godmothers, the Auntie-Mamas, to the many Mommas who have passed over into the Afterlife, who still abide amongst us today, and for any Momma-Mamas yet to come. 

And Talia turned 23 yesterday! Imagine that, 23 years already!

♥️🌈💖🌟♥️

At the same time do not let our celebrations lead any of y’all to shrink away from engaging with the Big Issues of our time. Too many give up in despair, fear, resignation, “there’s nothing anyone can do so what can I do” defeatism, all normal reactions to overwhelming stress. Let this be a good Mother’s Day. Reconnect to the Divine. Reclaim our joy! There’s work to be done as well, rebirthing ourselves and the world. 

☀️♥️🌍♥️🌏♥️🌎♥️☀️

Amen.

William Dudley Bass
Sunday 11 May 2025
Shoreline/Seattle, Washington
USA
Earth

Copyright © 2025 by William Dudley Bass. All Rights Reserved by the Author & his Descendants until we Humans establish Wise Stewardship over and for our Earth and Solarian Commons. Thank you.

 

 

Atop the Edge of the World: Ebey’s Landing, Sunday 7 March 2010

Our second family dayhike at Ebey’s Landing on Whidbey Island this year, Sunday 7 March 2010

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Morgan in green and Kate in blue with Jo Dog in the middle at the Big Dead Tree. We’re atop the bluffs of Ebey’s Landing above Perego’s Lagoon below and the Salish Sea beyond.

Kristina and I returned to Ebey’s landing 15 days after our first visit of the year there and three days before our house burned down. The weather was worse on this second trip. Chilly. Cloudy. Glorious beauty tinged with brooding melancholy, perhaps hints of what was to come, an unconscious uncertainty with a major era in our lives was soon coming to an end as the Great Recession continued to grind  on. Even so, we’re out here moving our bodies in nature, activating our minds, working thru our blended family relationship conflicts, grumbling about the weather and still in awe of the magnificent scenery of Ebey’s Landing. This time it was Morgan, who now goes by Dylan, and Kate, my daughters from my ex-wife and still good friend Gwen and stepdaughters to my then-current wife Kristina, who piled into the same minivan with me, Kristina, and Jo Jo Jolie, our English springer spaniel with liver-colored spots. Some weekends Talia is with her bio-dad and stepmother, as she was this time. On other weekends, however, Morgan and Kate are with their mom and stepdad, as they were last time. On yet other weekends all three are with me and Kristina, and once in a while none of them are. It’s not necessarily an organized rotation, tho it often is, but more depends on what the various parents and co-parents planned and agreed to follow. Blended family dynamics are constantly changing in our community.

Ebey’s Landing is a National Historical Reserve and State Park. It’s a unique integration of national park, state park, and local town and county parks. It’s about halfway up the westward edge of Whidbey Island, the largest island in the State of Washington. Whidbey’s also the 40th largest within the United States of America. It is long, slender island and a somewhat crooked extension of a cluster of archipelagos linked together in the Salish Sea. We were happy to be back even tho the weather felt more forbidding than our previous visit. Fresh air and exercise with beautiful and expansive views of nature haunted by gloomy graves amidst the threat of stormy weather made Ebey’s Landing inviting. Well, certainly for us grownups (LOL?).

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