The Fiercest Storm?

I've been through 5.0 huricanes, 7.0 earthquakes, 70 below zero snowstorms, getting surprised by 20-foot surf sets at Hawaii's Pipeline, not having my parachute open (temporarily), and being in the military special forces and realizing that I was being INTENTIONALLY sent to my death because I was one of 20-25% of the soldiers on the front lines in a 5-to-1 attack effort with the generals EXPECTING to lose one soldier for every soldier they kill.  But the fiercest storm that I've ever weathered was a 3-month lingering near-death experience where I was in such excruciating pain that I kept wishing that I would just die already.  Still, and this was the worse for me because I was a trained Tantrica, I could not get an erection when I did my self-pleasuring meditation. 

No doctor, new-age shaman, or psychic healer could determine the malady's cause.  It was just me against myself.  Waterbeds were still around at the time to help me get a few precious moments of sleep where today we have the awesome memory foam matresses.  I used to take hot and/or cold showers several times a day to shift my energy.  I would watch senseless television shows to distract myself for short periods of time.  The pain was weird for me.  Sometimes it felt like a large very pointed spike was going into my bones, joints, and in one case going in the front of my chest and out the back like being stabbed with an invisible sword through-and-through.  Some of my smarter medically-oriented friends brain-stormed with me and theorized that it was either cronic fatigue stress syndrome (that takes about six months to diagnose), environmental-type causes that have to do with fumigation-oriented bug sprays or other chemicals in the carpets, or potentially lyme disease except that there were no insects of that kind in the area where I was living at the time.  Some people thought that it might have been Agent Orange exposure when I was in the military but I did not have any actual physically detectable signs and some thought radiation poisoning from depleted uranium used in bullets to cause maximum damage in near-misses.

Not feeling like I had any hope in the world from traditional medicine (and this was BEFORE medical marijuana) I decided to take matters into my own hands and heal myself.  I read the book, "The Cure for All Diseases" by Hulda Regehr Clark and realized (at least theoretically) that products that contained Propylene Glycol (or any word that began "P-R-O-P") were found to be the single common ingrediant in hair and skin products used by over 90% of the people in the "lost-cause" cases whom she tested.

Now that I think about it, and have allowed the more intense experiences to dissipate from the reactive aspect of my mind, I see that during my near-death experience(s) I seem to have been woken up to certain aspects of real or actual reality.  A veil appears to have been lifted where certain things are more obvious to me than most people may want to acknowledge.  I can no longer pretend that the Emperor is wearing clothes.  Actual reality is simply too obvious for me now to ignore.  This may be a new storm to weather and perhaps another story to elaborate upon.  Or, someone ELSE may want to take up this story from here and offer their experience of ... ACTUAL reality?

I did not expect to write this much but now I need to get to work.  I will come back and fill in or expand upon the loose parts later on.  Thanks for listening and for offering this question.  This was very good for me to actually get this story down on paper.