
‘Is This Hell?’ The Pilot Accused of Trying to Crash a Plane Tells His Story. (Published 2023)
Joseph Emerson, charged with attempted murder, said he felt trapped in a dream after taking mushrooms. He had feared mental health treatments that could disrupt his career.
The moral of the story first: If you break through the walls that separate you from repressed memory ignorant of their content or even that they lie hidden within, you may have an experience so intense and bewildering you might become a danger to yourself and others.
There are many ways the walls of perception can fall. It can happen on a drug trip, it can happen under any form of intense stress, the loss of a loved one, rejection by a lover, the end of some ego ambition, something that jars and is similar to something we experienced in the past.
A pilot who was bullied as a child who has been unable to cope with the grief of a lost friend takes mushrooms that cause memories to surface that will destroy his life if he seeks any form of psychological relief from them. He experiences this as a dream he can't awake from due to irrepressible panic and fear. He attempt to crash the plane in an attempt to awaken or to end the hellish torment. He has no idea that what he is trying not to feel is how worthless he feels deep inside. His fear, and the effort to suppress its expression and the fact that the drug experience has opened a door he can no longer keep closed is only a problem because of his own state of ignorance. He does not know that he was made to feel worthless by the childhood humiliation he experienced nor does he know that all those scars that it left were actually based on the fact that he was made to feel things about himself that were simply untrue. He was a victim of other self-haters that turned their self hate on him.
Did we but live in a society that was wise in its psychological understanding of human nature, it there were only many many people around who had healed, if the truth of what happened to us all were widely available and something everybody was taught, perhaps we would not be so afraid of the truth, so fearful of others who are aware that they hurt, so fearful of discovering that we are all the same.
Probably, though, this sad story can only be understood by people who can see, who have some idea of what is hidden within. Perhaps though, that reading this, if the doors to your own perception are ever blown open by some future event, and madness knocks on your door, perhaps it would be wise to remember that that too is just another illusion, that those deeply repressed feelings and what they tell you about your self worth, are just another lie no more real than the lie had been telling yourself you were OK. The truth is that we were OK before we were sick and that state of joy is where we will wind up at the very bottom of the well.
Surely this is the reason that men of knowledge say we were created in God's Image. Small comfort, I guess, for those who do not know what God is.
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