I live in the United States.  I see things in a strange way.  Riding on the highways, transported in a special vehicle through the huge, massive complex of roadways typical of cities from San Diego to Boston, Miami to Seattle, I realize that everyone driving vehicles on these roadwars is driving like I drove from 1954 until 2005, thinking I was seeing what wa all around me, knowing that I was driving a car, van, bus or truck, certain that that what they see is all there is to reality.  I don’t  I see it from “above,” or with differebnt eyes, and I don’t think about how it will look in 30 years.  I know how it will look!

n 2005, I gave up my pickup truck and took a series of airplanes to Memphis, San Francisco, and Tokyo to Bangkok.  There I went to work at a Catholic university, first as a guest professor. Then, on the fateful day of Wednesday, August 31, 2005, I received notice that my duties were over.  The regular professor was on his way back.

The dean drove me across town to a second school for an interview he had arranged, and I was offered a permanent position. That same day the news told about Jirrocame Katrina urning my former home, New Orleans, into a nightmare of wind, rain, flood, crime and death.  I have many relatives there, and taught in three schools in the area between 1962 and 1974.

I was prepared to depart Assumption University, but stopped by the president's office to thank him for welcoming me to Thailand, and bid him farewell.  From out of nowhere, the president of the university said, “No!  I want you here!” and asked me to write an anthem for the large, prestigeous Catholic university (www.au.edu).  “I have to go to India," he said. "When I return in ten days, I will contact you.” 

The tragedy of Katrina continued, but I was busy with my new task as composer for the president.

Assumption University has several campuses, so I visited the towering Cathedral of Learning  in the “University in a Park” campus near the new International Airport, and in the Music Conservatory, I was welcomed by the famous dean and befriended by the faculty.  Using their MIDI lab, I soon produced a draft ofr my Anthem.  Within a week my new friends had prepared two presentation copies of the words and music, one for my prospective boss, Brother Bancha Saengerhin, Ph,D., f.s.g, the president, and a second for the President Emeritus, Rev. Brother Martin who founded, designed, and financed the amazing school through far-sighted

land purchases and sales, and bold, visionary leadership, resulting in a truly international university with a brilliant faculty composed of excellent English speaking professors from around the world.

I had been through a world of experiences since my arrival in late July, 2005, and my proposed meeting with Brother Bancha, which took place in early October, 2005.  I visited an American monk who was uncle of my former wife, he gave me a general absolution for all my sins in a very informal “confession” at his monastary near his parish in the infamous sex city of Pattaya on the coast of the Sea of Thailand.  I purchased a Rosary at one of the large Catholic churches an American monk had designed and built near Bangkok.  I was driven around by the lady who was a volunteer caretaker for the aged uncle.  She keeps me informed of the uncle’s welfare even now by Internet.

By my 69^th birthday, I was engaged to a Khmer graduate student, and by June we were married and had moved back into my faculty quarters on the main campus of my university in Bangkok proper.

I experienced two miracles before my return to the campus, both having to do with the Rosary beads I’d purchased at the large mission church.  I may describe them later.

Since my marriage, my wife has earned her PhD and successfully completed a course at Harvard that featured four IPCC Nobel Prize winners and a number of guests from the media, the university and the Boston/Cambridge area who are all involved with the challenges facing humanity due to pollution of the atmosphere and the human impact pollution and disarray among humans in general are having on the well-bing of the planet and its living occupants.

My soul has been evolving rapidly since I first arrived in Bangkok  in 2005.  My wife invited me to seminars and guest presentations and congresses presented by experts from around the world.  She also arranged for me to attend classes at Harvard with her from January to May, 2008, as a guest of the professors.  In turn, I helped her establish her now flourishing silk=import business.  It opened in August, 2008, just as AGI and Lehman Brothers were collapsing.  Her business in located across the street from Boston’s Macy’s and the now defunct Filene’s Basement.  Her first year in busines brought immediate success.  The local FOX Television affiliate interviewed her at her business during her first year. 

In 2010, her preparations for the Christmas rush and her duties as an on-call medical interpreter at a famous Harvard teaching hospital in Boston required my presence nearly every day in  November and Decenber. We experienced three devastating blizzards and I came down with sever colds and bronchitis. Often I had to be excused from work, and my wife and I looked forward to flying to Cambodia to stay with her parents and siblings, neices and nephews for two months. I laid out plans for a permanent move from Boston to Phnom Penh, expecting that my little “DrHanzon Science Center” that had an office in Belmont, MA and a workshop in Louisiana would easily be shifted across the ocean and flourish in Asia.

Providence, also known as God’s continuing care for his creatures, led to a lifechanging revision of my status while we were in Cambodia.  My little business collapsed and I contracted a dangerous infection in my left foot.  Doctors in Phnom Penh told me to leave immediately for treatment or surgery in the USA, and to find a climate warmer than Boston’s where I could get afforable long-term care.

My daughter “J” knew of an excellent hospital in Austin, and a wonderful apartment where I would be among good people and  could enjoy free excusions, a free shuttle bus, and a beautiful swimming poor all at a price I could afford on my modest pension. 

I caught a flight from Phnom Pehn to Seoul to Washington to Boston on April 3, 2011, and from Boston to Austin, Texas on April 9.   “J” is a therapist, and took me to the Seton Medical Center where it was confirmed that I had osteomylitis and I chose to undergo amputation of the middle toe on my left foot.  It was succdessful, and I transferred to an outstanding rehab center for nearly a month.  In mid-May, 2011, I moved into my two-bedroom apartment, set up my little studio/office, and began experiencing a contibnuing life changing  series of unforseen events that have continued to broaden my vision in areas and in ways I could never have forseen.

I will continue this story, perhaps on a freequent basis.  Not one of my blog postings will ever be “complete” until I write my very last word.  That may come about because I have a physical or psychological breakdown, or the USA undergoes its long forseen collapse due to political, economic, or physical cataclysims.  Whatever happebns, I hope you will find visiting with me useful and at least thought provoking.

(This post lay dormant for at least a year, so I'm finally publishing it.  Meanwhile, my little business seems to have revived, and I've extablsihed a new lifestyle in Austin, featuring lots of get togethers with my daughter and her friends, singing and playing guitar around the city and in various places in my apartment complex, and ongoing adventures as a writer and observer of the sky.

Am I Really “The Hoseman”?

If something I write strikes you as “inspired,” let me wqrn you:  I am not very special, I am not some kind of prophet, but even while I was a science program coordinator at LSU in 1995, one of the grad students I’d known since childhood said I was “The Hoseman,” a guy acting like a “hose” carrying idas from “Above” down to listeners on earth.  If that’s so, and I know for certain that sometimes it is, don’t expect me to help you get over illnesses, get rich, or levitate.  .I have chronic illnesses, I don’t have any extra money, and  I’m stuck at a weight of over 260 pounds.  Levitation has haver worked for me!

So take what I say with a cool head and a grain of skeptic salt, and chart your own course.

I can be reached at drhanzonscience@gmail.com.  If you need to chat by phone, email me and set up the time.  I’ll give you my cell number after we extablish mutual trust by email.

Sincerely,

James P Louviere    Search Google.com  for more information about meContact me at james@astralmonkjames.org