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Seven Year Itch

Three years ago on December 26, 2014, the emergency repair work on my heart was sewn up with surgical sutures that are supposed to last ten years. This means that my three new coronary by-pass channels will last approximately seven more years and then they will be in need of major medical attention. In seven minutes or seven days I could have another heart attack and die right here and now with a great big smile on my face. The simple fact that I am alive thanks to the miracle of modern medicine enables me to live every single moment in the supreme cosmic bliss of just being alive. I just couldn’t die three years ago because my karma was really bad and I didn’t want to go to hell. Now I have cleaned everything up and I’m good to go. 

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Never Die Doing Wrong Things

Three years ago today my heart froze-up in a blizzard named Juno and I was on my way to hell in a hand basket.  Whatever you are doing in the moment of your death, you will be doing for a long, long time. I was headed for an eternity of darkness. I was living wrong and I was going to have to go to hell to pay for my bad acting. What exactly was I doing wrong? I was just doing bad things okay? We all know exactly what our major malfunction is. We all know what the problem is. I was being a lazy spoiled mean-tempered idiot and I got what I deserved by way of a big fat fatal heart attack.When it was time for my soul to leave my body and transform into darkness, I was given a second chance. I saw the light and made a decision to live.

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Why Was My Life Saved? 

So why did a heart surgeon in the big city just jump up, slice me open and graciously bestow the gift of life upon me? When my father had his heart attack he died alone in his sleep in the suburbs. Why did I wake up clutching my chest while I was in bed with another man who rushed me to the ER doors of a skyscraper hospital in Center City?  Why am I one of the few lucky guys walking around with emergency heart surgery scars on my suntanned sixty year-old yoga body? The purpose of writing these blogs is to discover what I am supposed to do with my life after studying and practicing Kundalini yoga and meditation in West LA.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.