A light and peculiar tapping, not a curious or raucous rapping, happens at my windowpane in the dark, in the night, almost at morning, and the day is 4 AM. “Wake up wracks, the Bu will be happening soon,”

Whispers BG.  “Don’t you ever sleep,” intones Wraks.  “The Bu will be happening,” whispers BG. “Get up.”  “How did you get in my yard without the Dog barking,” asks Wraks.  “Pun kin is with me,” says BG.  “Say hi to wraks punk in.”  A little dog growls somewhere in the dark.  “For the right to surf the Bu when it is happening I require a pack of smokes and two cans of Coca Cola.”   “Bring some bread too.” Whispers BG.

Wraks gets up as if summoned by God and grabs his druid robe and wetsuit that hang behind the door.  He opens his door and creeps to the kitchen.   Grabbing a brown paper grocery bag, wraks shovels food into the bag, grabs some coke cans from the refrigerator and steals a pack of Pall Mall Gold from the stogey stash in the cupboard up above the vacuum cleaner storage bin. Outside, BG sits on the step behind the kitchen door and pets punk in.  “Good morning,” says BG.  “I have a seven foot three board I want you to ride today.  The fin is crooked but it was shaped by Rdick and it is a square tailed gun glassed violet.  Let’s go. Do you have the smokes?”  “I have everything,” promises wraks.  “Get in the car and let’s go. I want to be out at third point at morning light.” 

The remains of the night shelter the dark green car from the overhead lights on the street of Bacon way.  Close to the beach, the wet ocean smell of seaweed and brine reach the street a mile away from Pacific Coast highway.  Cool somnambulent darkness prohibits the morning from starting and the hatchback car moves at light speed down the way, onto Sunset, then to the highway stretching north for one hundred miles.  “I didn’t hear breaking waves at my house,” says wraks.  “The swell will hit just as we paddle out,” says BG. “How do you know,” asks wraks.  “I have my sources,” says GB.  “Who are your sources,” questions wraks.  “A friend, far away,” speaks BG “See that white powder spilled on the carpet under the dashboard,” says BG. “yes,” says wraks.  “Touch it and put your finger in your mouth.”  “What is it?” says wraks.  “It is performance powder.” Says BG.  “What will it do?” says wraks.  “It will make you surf better.” Smiles BG.  Wraks complies, wets his finger, touches the spilled powder and puts his finger in his mouth.  “It does not have any taste.” Says wraks.   “We are almost there.” Says BG “Get ready.”

The city of Malibu permits free parking at surf rider beach if a person arrives before six AM.   Four vans sit in the slot next to the wall that has graffiti written on the surfaces.  One sentence written in black spray paint reads, “Mickey Dora is the Cat.” Another says, “Kooks will die.”  A final epithet written in dripping blue paint reads, “Malibu Masochist.”  The wave riders huddle next to their cars, all of them in wetsuits, their boards freshly waxed with paraffin, some smoking, some eating bread, some sipping soup from plastic top ramen cups. One person sits in a van with huge headphones on his ears, drinking Jack Daniels bourbon whiskey from the bottle like seven up. “Who is that.” Asks Wraks.  “That’s Moon doggy. Do not mind him, he takes pictures.” Says BG.  “Are you ready,” asks BG, “Ready as I ever will be,” says wraks.  “Lets jog up to third.” Says BG.  The race is on.

Pebbles, rocks, starfish, shells, crabs, and seaweed provide an obstacle course in the dark, for two people running without shoes, boards tucked underneath their arms up to the top of third point.  Two other figures crouch on the beach, waiting.  “Do you have a light,” asks BG.  “I do,” says the phantom in the dark.  BG light up a cigarette and hands it to wraks then light another for himself.  The four wait in the dark for ten minutes then the light starts to permeate the space and the beach and the sound of waves becomes more prominent and slowly breaking waves come into view.  “Lets launch,” says BG.  Wraks and BG hold their boards with both hands and run into the tide pool brimming with white water.  Stroking hard, the paddle out is quick in a lull and the two sit outside in twilight in the morning at the Bu. The two other on the beach now race for the water and a six foot swell appears on the horizon.  BG as always takes the first one and wraks scratches for safety outward into the ocean.  A similar wave rears up and begins to break.  Wraks wheels around and pulls hard into a late takeoff and the race is on. 

 Back on the beach BG says to wraks, “See, I told you it would be good.  It should get bigger all through the morning.  The light of sun comes on and the beach shows as a low tide estuary situation with waves breaking down the line, roundly with a hint of offshore wind to hold up the faces and make spray stream off the top. “Get as many waves as you can before the zoo arrives.” Insists BG.  “When I wave to you, it is time to go. “   Waves fill in at surf rider beach at low tide breaking in shallow water across third point reef.  Four feet, then six feet, then eight to ten foot sets coming in three at a time and the Rdick square tail gun works good.  Eventually, the sun looms brightly over the mountain to the east and the day begins and the waves come in and break and surfers ride them all.  BG waves his hands on the beach and wraks starts to paddle in.   The parking lot fills up totally,  but it is too early for girls in bikinis to show off their young curvaceous bodies.  Wraks and BG dress covered by their druid robes and stack the boards and then enter the cab.  They both pull out of the parking lot before noon as the horde of weekend surfers and beautiful girls descend on the bu to become the one.  “If the tide is high in the morning, like it usually during the summer, come back at two PM when the tide starts dropping and the waves will increase as the morning crew rest on the beach,” says BG “I have to go to work.”

The green hatchback accelerates quietly down the Pacific coast highway toward Tranquil Hills.  Up on the mountain over the ocean with Mellowmans and Bacon as cross streets sits the house of wraks. Wraks unloads his gear from the hatchback and throws the equipment on the ivy under the big pine tree. Pun kin barks behind the gate. “Wuuuu! See you soon.” BG waves, bat turns the hatchback and is gone.

Wraks washes off his wetsuit and gear with cold water as sea water corrodes everything rapidly.  The dog makes whining noises and wags his tail.  Wraks is home and enters the house but no one is home except grandma who watches Lawrence welk with a speaker glued to her ear. “Hi grandma,” says wraks. Grandma smiles and waves.  Wraks closes her door, the dog goes to his cushion and falls asleep and wraks sits alone with his thoughts and a twenty pound world history book to read written by Arnold Toynbee.   The day goes on and then the light fades and another day happened like pages in the book of life.  All of this before the darkness in the days when ripping big waves was all that really mattered.

You have to live there.  On PCH and moonrise Avenue, Next to Ted’s restaurant, God built a long reef of cobblestones that deposited from Sea Castle Mountain and the lair of Estat.  Too bad the beach sits in the shadow of Catalina Island and Clemente Island to the south. Farm Beige fishes the reef at moonrise and usually wins the halibut derby every year.   Seaweed covers the reef and forms a beautiful brownish green canopy offshore in the water in front of the island.  The Towers hangs off the cliff above moonrise.  Huge pylons set into the cliff enable a huge hotel like structure to perch precariously over the PCH.  The blue sky hover over the pebble strewn beach with coarse white sand and buttressed point, where a parking lot saves paradise and Teds restaurant smells like steak and French fries.  The white sharks that hover off shore love the garbage Ted’s pumps into the ocean and the huge beasts can be felt near and closer when a surfer cares to surf alone.  The fear, the sickening feeling of seizure, strikes lonely surfers because Moonrise heralds as an overflow surf spot for beginners, refuse and stooges.  The only way to get the break with tremendous form is to live there and call in sick to work when it happens.  Once a year or two or three, moonrise point breaks better then Lanikea on Oahu, Hawaii and fifteen second tube rides become the norm rather than the exception.  The secret lies in the shallow reef that only functions when the swell impinges directly from the northwest, bypassing Catalina and focusing on moonrise.  When a fifteen foot west swell enters Monica Bay , only surfrider beach breaks better and half the world is there and not at moonrise.

Lanikea on the North shore of Oahu lives a short drive up from Haleiwa, down from Eukai and next to Chuns.  When Lanikea works, a long wall a quarter mile long breaks down the beach at light speed.  Moonrise reef breaks rounder but rarely, and appears as an ephemeral spirit enlivening the life of a lonely nomadic wave rider who lives up the canyon a mile away close to the darkness those envelopes Tranquil Hills. When moonrise reef breaks big, a rider enters the wave at the point in front of the restaurant.  The wave then slows down for a second and then lines up on the reef like a long wall and breaks as a vortex for fifteen seconds all the way to the beach.  Swells like this hit moonrise for one day only and then drop off tremendously. The next day the surf is meager.  The west swell must peak at ten or more feet for the reef to work properly.  People live near moonrise or they don’t.  Frequently the only other thing swimming at moonrise are great white sharks attracted by the garbage and runoff from Sea Castle.  They rarely come up but someone can feel them close.  

Wracks had the pleasure of sharing big waves with that person who sang out of Seattle and died up there.  He was a student at University of Seattle in the health sciences.  He and utopia would nab the big sets with scarcely anyone else to contend with except the Brazilian grappling expert who retired after a successful MMA career.  Wracks never bothered with the Brazilian even though he would knock shoot his board at Wracks and threaten a beatdown.  The waves when they happened were just too good to think about doing anything else.  Wracks, utopia, and the Brazilian together with some white tips were the only ones out at moonrise and would watch the steady flow of traffic going north to rich man’s land while waiting for big sets. Most of the time Moonrise looks like a placid lake with ripples lapping up on shore in view the windows at the restaurant. In his youth, wracks would walk down the canyon, past the swami realization center and with his homemade surfboard paddle out at moonrise. Wracks would the walk up Moonrise Avenue, up the canyon and back to his home and family and friends and the darkness soon to envelope tranquil hills and mark the countryside for ever more.

In the free flow of consciousness existing in the mind of Wracks these memories flood consciousness and overflow into a keyboard hooked up USB to a cheap laptop. Late at night wracks wishes to share the beauty of the world, the accomplishment of athletic achievement and the free spirit of youth that reside in an older body now.  The girls, the waves, the dark force, they have all come and gone but what remains is moonrise, surf rider and Zero in the middle of the heart of terror set in opulent America. Wracks was there but not there anymore.

Diagnosis

Clinical diagnosis delineates a mathematical exercise with a relational database.  For reference consult “Clinical Pathology” Robbins and Cotrans or Harrisons, clinical basis of internal medicine.  These ideas are not those of the author and derive from personal instruction from titans in the art and science of medicine in the twentieth century, no names avowed.

Disease is not a normal condition of life.  Disease happens as man meanders throughout life in search of fame, fortune and well being.  The sorrow of reality in an earthly existence derives from the following utterance:

“Ninety percent of disease is iatrogenic”

With this mathematical paradigm in mind, let this author begin…………

Disease is a result one of three different things:

An infection

Intoxication

A physical trauma

Infections result from invasion or colonization by bacteria, parasites or fungi.  Intoxications are poisonings with substances interfering with cellular metabolism. These substances run from common household cleaners, detergents and disinfectants to raw organic chemicals encountered in the workplace.   Chronic disease happens secondary to chronic exposure to metals and toxins that permeate the foodstuff or appear in personal hygiene products… Physical traumas ruin or destroy organs and tissues and deplete the body’s reserve of replacement function.   An unattended gunshot wound eventually causes disability or infection or a foreign body reaction.  Repeated jarring to the brain case causes bleeding within the cranial vault, with focal coagulation and loss of neurons, ultimately lowering intelligence. 

The best and cheapest way to preserve food and spare spoiling due to bacterial action is to infuse the food with heavy or transition metal ions.  All food processors and corporations are party to this effect. Canning costs a lot of money because high temperatures and fuel costs drive up prices.  Salting food leaves the food salty and it needs to be boiled to drive out the salt.  Refrigeration is the cheapest alternative currently, but some bacteria still grow in the cold and frozen food eventually becomes unpalatable.  Heavy metals like lead and transition metals like iron and nickel accumulate in the kidney and brain primarily.  This is why all old people have decreased renal function and concurrent memory loss or senile dementia. Other organs like the heart and brain are affected but to a lesser degree.   It seems having a healthy population with a shortened lifespan is better than periodic epidemics of food poisoning and loss of revenue due to spoilage.  This is what the money says.

Each profession has its associated morbidity.   Office workers suffer from diabetes and heart attacks.  Chemical workers eventually contract liver failure or primary cancer.  Petroleum workers have an increased incidence of brain cancer and colon cancer.  Radiation workers have higher incidences of leukemia and lymphoma.  Agricultural workers suffer from zoonotic infections of bacteria or parasites and endocrine failure due to exposure to high levels of insecticides. The common variable to all occupational illnesses is that the toxin or poison is absorbed to a greater degree through the alimentary tract.  This means when at work don’t eat any food near chemicals, ores, or ionizing radiation sources. 

What is meant by 90 percent of disease is iatrogenic is the revelation that human beings are always associated with disease and in their absence acquired illness occurs in low frequency.

Age epochs and disease

Children

If a child enters a clinic, probabilities indicate the child has an infection. If a human being has reddening, temperature rise or swelling, he or she has an acute infection and must be treated with antibiotics.  This is the calor, rubor, tumor rule.    If infection rules out, the child is intoxicated and a toxicology screen mandates. A physician then treats the intoxication by removing the agent from the home or treating the symptoms appropriately.

Adults

If an adult enters a clinic, they probably have intoxication due after along lifetime accumulation of processed food.  Hypertension ensues from decreasing kidney function secondary to metal poisoning, Diabetes happens from exposure to insecticides or ingestion of common household chemicals.  Heart disease occurs mainly in the well to do and follows from a lifetime of excess.  Rib eye steaks, cream puffs pastries and pies saluted with alcoholic beverages after spending the day in an office chair.   Rationality mandates a toxicology panel and a mass spectrometry assay from a tissue sample.  If the panel yields no positive results, then the adult has an occult infection masked by an overlying condition. Statistically, the highest level of health occurs in childhood. Most children are not murdered or poisoned.   Adults and men particularly, experience morbidity and mortality due to violence of an obvious nature.  Surgery becomes the method of choice to alleviate bodily trauma.

Maturity and the elderly

Older people tend to experience chronic disease due to the inability of the body to detoxify poisons and the accumulation of metal ions.  Organ failure, cancer, arthritis and dementia start to appear at an alarming rate and increase proportionally in mathematical direct relation to age.  Strategy aims at removing heavy metals from the body with chelating therapy and purging of lipo-soluble toxins by dieresis or dialysis

These are some things spoken by the best physicians of the twentieth century:

“If a patient has a disease and you cannot figure out what it is, they have rabies.”   Dr. X

“Multiple sclerosis happens due to prolonged anti-cholinesterase   intoxication.”  Dr. X

“A medical education is wasted on a woman because they would rather have babies.”  Dr. X

“Common things tend to occur commonly.”    Dr. Y

“Before you deliver your patient to a surgeon, exhaust all treatment modes and modalities.  Dr. Q

“What people say and what people do are two different things.’   The master of the game.

“In human existence, black and white do not exist.  The human condition occurs in shades of grey.” Dr. Z

Conclusion

Medical diagnosis is a mathematical relation with an equal sign.  There is no subjective component to medical diagnosis and with current advances in technology and laboratory medicine, physicians might be relegated to archive at acute care settings.  Medicine is said to be an art and a science but this author leans more to the science side.  With economic reality, human interaction becomes more and more subjective to mask the power of the good old American buck.  It is impossible to delay or prevent the power of the ruling majority of the people in any way.  Sometimes a machine is a better alternative to a wait and see or boycotting behavior in the clinic.  As my father used to say, “when you get old, your will eventually return to the church”   God is the only one who can help us. 

Siempre quando yo pensaba

Viste en mi consciensia

En mi Corazon vivia

Una pelicula de amour

Me amo, te amas, amaste

Quando se joven

Y juventude daba belleza

Tendria uan razon

Bonita  sonrisa suya

Me amo te amas amaste

Ahora yo recordaba

Los pasajes de tiempo larga

El pasado de existencia

Embrasaba con besa nueva

Me amo, te amas, amaste

El futuro estara tanjencial

Y nosotros viviamos mundial

Toca las sentimeintos cordial

Juntas nosotros hasta tiempo final

Me amo, te amas, amaste

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