Under any condition of stress effects that you are trying to overcome, exercise would be advisable. Sometimes, the debilitating stress is so severe, it is often misdiagnosed as depression, and consequently, the person remains on medicines they never needed for life. Since extreme chronic stress can be so debilitating, we suggest you consider doing resistance exercises with cardio input. For instance, you need to build back muscle and strength, and get a pump at the same time. The pump in resistance exercises creates a general sense of well-being and is infectious in that you are looking forward to your next training period. The muscles swell. Blood courses through them. Nutrients and wastes are being exchanged. You feel accomplished. Your mindset is improved. This, of course, is if you are training correctly and not under/over-doing the training routine.

    Bench presses, squats and deadlifts, have been shown to increase growth hormone secretion if the pump occurs. This means you work out to get that lactic-acid burn in the muscle groups you are training that day. Done correctly, the recovery period is just wonderful. You feel invigorated! The pump is truly phenomenal...Get the Pump. You want the 'Pump.'

    To facilitate the pump, many elite lifters use nitric oxide enhancers. Search out your local nutrition store for NO₃ by Universal and Gakic by Muscletech. Muscletech says, "Immediate 10.5% increase in strength, Increase Fatigue Resistance By Up To 28%, Immediate Increase in Performance, Get More Powerful, Faster, And Stronger Now!" We have patients on these substances and they do facilitate the pump and more.

    But, be warned! If you are a heart patient on nitroglycerine for heart ischemia, this is a nitric oxide inducer and there have been and can be problems with too low a blood pressure if you take Viagra for sexual function. The same could occur with natural nitric oxide enhancers from a natural foods store. All the above could cause a "shock" condition to exist that results in syncope (loss of consciousness due to low blood pressure). If this circulatory shock persists, cells die and damaged organs result. Men, and now women, be warned about taking Viagra and other sexual function enhancing drugs without your physician's knowledge. That bit of "pleasure" may be the last you ever have, if you get that far.

    You and your wife intelligently discuss this for several days, review your lessons from the Colonel, and the PTSD stops! It was that simple for you because you were not pre-programmed to feel poorly for being a winner.

    One evening you both arrive home at/or about the same time. You both end up in the kitchen for hot coffee, but she goes upstairs to change. A screech emanates from the bedroom; you race up there with thoughts pounding your brain because of what you have just been through. You freeze at the door. Gazing around the room..."What the...?" you trail off as your eyes take it all in. There, your wife stands in the midst of drawers opened, pictures knocked off the vanity set, closet doors opened with clothes strewn everywhere. Even the frames on the wall are askew!

    You look at your wife quizzically. She asks, "What wrong?"

    "It's gone." You race back down the hall.

    "What's gone?" she shouts from the bedroom.

    "Oh my God!" you yell, staring down over the bannister from the upstairs to the ground floor. "It's been thrown down there!"

    Your wife races to the bannister and stares down in disbelief. There on the imported polished hardwood parquet floor is the bronze statue, dug in slightly. The pedestal is still in place upstairs.

    Your first thought is, "We've been burgled." A thorough search turns up nothing missing. A complete search of the house, similar. No busted windows for one to gain entry, no forced-open doors. Nothing downstairs amiss. The wife wants to call the police; you insist no. You win.

    Things seem to have settled down except for some minor noises at night that have gotten you up to investigate. A number of weeks have gone by and then one night after your wife showers, she comes into the bedroom where you are and says, "Honey, I felt as if someone or something was watching me."

    She further says, "I don't feel comfortable here anymore," and her voice rises with each word.

    You answer, not wanting to appear alarmed and disturbed, "Something is happening to us and I don't know what it is. I thought I saw a shadowy figure in the hall late when I came up to join you in bed the other night."

    "Our minds could be playing tricks on us," she theorizes. "Do you think we have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome?"

    "No way! Not when something slings a seventy-five pound statue down from the hall landing. That's not mind games," you reply. "It's not mind-games when our bedroom is trashed," you further comment.

    While the two of you are rehashing the recent events, you hear a loud groan and crash in another room. Rushing into the second bedroom, you look around for the cause of the crash. She screams, "There it is." You both stare in disbelief as your attention is riveted to a large crucifix that has suddenly and forcefully been ripped off the wall of this room and now lies in a shambles on the carpeted floor.The crucifix was a recent gift from a friend overseas. It was blessed and your pastor said it is okay to hang it in the bedroom for contemplation.

    Things have now heated up so much at your house, good rest is impossible. For instance, your wife was awakened one night and screamed because there was a smoky or shadowy figure bending over her. It was in no hurry to "begone" when she screamed, and consequently, you saw it too as it slowly backed away looking somewhat, as far as you could tell, puzzled.

    Consider just last night. You saw something in the area of the hall where the threat went down. And before that, the hot water was running in the bathroom when you came up for the night.

    Still another time, the lights come on and off in the hall and in the bedroom in pairs or separately. One night the phenomena are so bad that you call your pastor at 3 AM because you and your wife are about---you feel---to lose it. There have been strange odors of rotten flesh that greeted you two when you came home together.

    There are areas of cold in the hall and bedroom that move around as if locked within those sites. They come and go. It can be in one place in the bedroom, then no longer found there but discovered in the closet, as if hiding from you, only to surprise you.

    The phenomena is generating more and more force and calling-up, therefore, more occurrences. Whatever it is, it is increasing in strength.

    Because of all this you fear you may have to sell your house and get out of there.

    There is no logical explanation for any of these physical occurrences and now you and your spouse are actually seeing the threats you both put down. It is so bad, they have invaded not only your dreams, but your silence. "Help me!...Help me!" a pitiful male voice or voices call out in the middle of the night.

"That's it!" you say. "We're going to get somebody over here to get rid of this mess."

    Sometime at/or about 3:00 o'clock in the morning, you hear doors opening and closing, doors slamming shut. The occurrences have now gotten so bad and so arrogantly displayed, you hear voices cursing you and your wife unabashedly. They go from one extreme to the other--from supplication to damnation--and this is supposed to be Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome?

    After the legal put down against lethal force, the couple in the scenario could have made things a lot easier for themselves if they had known the following:

• People killed violently, as in automobile wrecks, airplane crashes, war especially, gun fights, and the like, often do not know they are dead!

• They did not have chance to prepare their supraconscious mind, their soul, their spirit, or whatever you may wish to call it. And, incidently, many of these people were saved. But, something was lacking.

• We do not know the reasons why, but many hang around the area they were killed in for great lengths of time, as in centuries. We call these hauntings. Science has now entered into this with sophisticated electronic equipment and has registered vortexes of energy where certain endowed people known as 'saints,' 'psychics,' 'mystics,' and 'seers' have reported the same phenomena for centuries now.

    For instance, Civil War battle fields have demonstrated this; areas where Indian massacres have occurred, and in the Alcatraz prison are among just a few.

    One case that your WebMaster is well-aware of happened during the Korean War at the Yalu River. All hell broke loose and straggling Marines were everywhere---lost, cold, and hungry, with enemy everywhere. A small group of lost Marines were in hiding when they noticed an individual coming toward them. All rifles were pointed to blast the 'enemy' to the nether world. He shouted, "Hold your fire!"

    "It's the captain," one very young Marine whispered.

    "Everybody line up and follow me," the captain ordered. He was very stern and then he said, "Put your right hand on your buddy's right shoulder in front of you." The command was obeyed and no questions asked.

    The captain led the men down a rocky, icy slope; stopped, and said, "Now...no one look to either side and say nothing. Keep your hands on each other as ordered and you," he pointed to the soldier immediately behind him, keep your right hand on my right shoulder."

    "Yessir!" they shouted in unison.

    No one questioned him when it was discovered he was leading them down to an enemy encampment. They were overawed! They walked right through the camp of about 30 Chinese troops, heavily armed, and some North Korean soldiers. Several fires were burning. They could feel the fire's heat as they walked by and using peripheral vision, saw that not one even saw them walking right through their midst! As they moved out from the encampment, they could hear the small chatter and clanking of food tins as the troops ate.

    They were all lost and had no idea where they were. The Marines just shuffled along the frozen wasteland. The captain finally stopped. He pointed and said, "Keep going in that direction until you come to the Yalu River, there's a small bend just a little bit South of the river and there you can ford the river." Then he gave them the new password and the small band of Marines continued on. He disappeared into the blustery night wind in the direction of the encampment. They though he went for more Marines.

    The Marines were challenged as they got midway across and shouted the password to the other Marines holding the river bank. A lot of cussing was exchanged.

    Later, those Marines that crossed the Yalu River were called in one-by-one for debriefing, unusual for that particular time. A psychiatrist (Colonel) was present. Each was debriefed in his presence. Then, a few days later, all were gathered together again in the "big" tent. The commanding officer was sitting behind a crate for a desk, with the "shrink" present.

    "You all say," started the commanding officer, "that your captain led you back."

    "Yessir!," they answered in one accord.

    The commanding officer rose violently and shouted, "I don't know what the #$%&*!! you people are trying to pull." Pointing up to the hills, he said, "Those hills are crawling with gooks, and you are telling me the captain led you out?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned quickly and ripped open the tent flap and ordered the men outside.

    They were ushered into the bitter cold; the ground was frozen and the wind was whipping around at 10 to 20 mph. There, laid out on the frozen ground, were the frozen corpses of fallen Marines in gunny sacks. The commanding officer went to one and pointing down, he said,"This is your captain, he was killed three weeks ago!"

    The couple in the scenario were technically correct in what they did; but, they did not know that in violent confrontations, a living soul can become a living "entity." The entity is often confused, carries his hate with him and can make a living hell even for those who are saved or not. Quite often, he does not even know he's "dead." Truly, the entity's body is dead. He is trying to get your attention for help; or, is still carrying on the fight. This fight, or just plain 'hanging' around, can last for eons of time until it is explained to him his time is over on this side. This happens in many cases if one is not prepared and ready for death.

    The Sleeping Prophet, Edgar Cayce, had his front door bell ring three times one night. His wife answered it twice and no one was there. When she returned upstairs, Cayce asked each time, "Who was it?"

    "No one was there," she responded. "It must be those kids down the street playing pranks."

    The third time it rang, Cayce himself went to the door. From upstairs his wife heard voices. When he returned, she asked, "What was that all about?"

    "It was old lady Sawyer from down the street," he said nonchalantly as he moved to his arm chair. "She just died and doesn't know where to go or what to do. Her family can't see her or help her, so she came here."

    "What did you tell her?"

    "I told her to go back and wait, someone will be there shortly to escort her to where she needs to go."

    Your WebMaster has even had Denver, Colorado state troopers and police officers not even involved in a fatal shoot-out, who for reasons not known, became the target of the fallen soul when they arrived at the scene, the entity proceeded to follow them home and make a living hell for them. I counselled them through this. They thought it was POT, now called PTSD. They were not getting any better and I explained to them what you are reading in these pages now.

    In my area now, I have seen some state troopers with similar problems. After listening to them, I explained what you will be reading shortly. Their problems did not disappear immediately, for the "entity" was too strong and well-entrenched now and liked his home. The entity did not know it was "dead."

    The longer you take in recognizing the cause of your problem, the longer the entity has a chance to gather his forces, and oftentimes, not just disincarnates come, but also "angels of light" come dancing in the dark, which facilitate the disincarnate entity's force and hatred for those who put him down. The longer they are allowed to stay, the stronger they get, and the worse the hell that you begin to experience. And remember, all along, they do not know that they are dead. They are still seeking answers, but they are growing stronger in their deceased state.

    They are learning and being taught they are now a world of mind...of thought, and as such---even though it is not explained to them they are what we call dead, they are very much alive. But, in order to effect movement, things, they must use their supra conscious. The "entity" effects what is called poltergeist activity and hauntings.

    But not every phenomena are hauntings. This happens much in wartime activity. A young soldier, in the prime of life, is struck down. He continues fighting to no effect. Finally, his thoughts of home and family send him there. He arrives smiling and greeting everyone, but no one sees him. His excitement of returning home suddenly soon turns to confusion and dread. No one can hear him nor see him. He feels lost, lonely, and does not know "what is going on."

    Then activity starts around his home because he is trying so hard, using tremendous mental energy to make contact. But, this is not mischievous activity, even though only it appears to be his pictures are knocked off their stand; his personal belongings are found disheveled; things relating primarily to him are disturbed.

    He is trying to get your attention he is alive and your depression and hurt has projected to him, causing him great consternation because he sees you so distressed over his 'death,' though he may still not know he is physically dead. Others from the "other" side may not be able to work, reason, talk, etc. with him because his mind is so focused on your distress. You are not helping him.

    In cases like this, I have helped those left behind by having them go into silent reflective prayer and meditate on peace, harmony, and balance. When a quiet comes over the meditator in meditative prayer, then they literally talk with the deceased loved one. They say something like this:

Honey, it's Momma. Your time on this planet is now over. You are no longer in the physical; but spiritual. It is time to move on. Your work here is over. Hold your spiritual arms up and ask for help from on High! Go for the light.

    And if they are Christian,"Call on the name above all names and ask for help. It will be forthcoming ...and quickly."

    The phenomena ceased, sometimes slowly as the new arrival to the spirit world had to make mental adjustments and outlooks.

    Know well, these are not the classical possessions; they are obsessions---an entity hanging around someone alive, obsessing you, not possessing you.

    Various lectures I have given on this nature, has more than once elicited responses from people who were in violent confrontations and have received counselling to no avail. Not every confrontation results in obsession. But know well, what is about to hit this planet will generate the stressful conditions such that there will be a literal outburst of obsessional problems and worse.

And there ain't gonna be any Counselling going on...you will have to be your own counselor.

    In one case, a pastor of some repute confronted me when his church member--to no avail--got worse from the counselling and his pastoral advice. He wanted to know what foolishness I had put into his congregant's head.

    "Don't you know," he said in harsh intonations, looking me directly in the eye, "that my congregant is saved and no demon, disincarnate--as you say, nor any evil spirit or spirits can be around him and cause this kind of trouble?"

    "Sir...," I began....

    "And furthermore," he interrupted in his loudest preaching voice, as if he were preaching to one of his patrons, "God and Satan can't occupy the temple at the same time, especially if one is saved."

    I could tell his blood pressure was rising, because he seemed to swell out of his already too tight shirt at the neck. He reminded me of a person who had been drinking too much with his reddening, spider-webbed face about to explode. He seemed to enjoy telling me off and showing his knowledge of the Bible. Next, I expected him to try and save me.

    "Have you ever read...?" I was cut-off quickly.

    He went on ranting about this verse and that verse and how he could kick the devil's bottom. This writer simply folded his arms and let him continue until the pastor began to wind down like a toy soldier running out of spring or battery energy.

    I thought, as he prattled and pranced up and down in my office, a lot of his preaching is theatrical.

    Silence! Except for his heavy breathing as he was trying to recoup his strength and energy.

    I motioned him to a chair. He simply collapsed in it. We studied each other for a while, then...

    I said, in a hushed voice, "Pastor, have you ever read Ezekial 8?" He nodded in the affirmative, still too winded to speak.

    "There," I said, "was a great temple," still keeping my voice low. "For over a hundred years, God resided in His temple but got very disgusted about what was going on there."

    With that, he paused in a gasp, and shook his head in the affirmative. "As you well know," I continued, "an angel took Ezekial, in spirit, by a lock of his hair, back to Jerusalem, where other Jews had not been carted off into slavery."

    His interest was so piqued by what I was saying that he adjusted his posture in the chair by sitting up straight. The normal color in his face started to return and his breathing was more rhythmical. He was nodding anxiously toward me.

    "Ezekiel," I continued, was set down first near the inner gate. There, he saw an "idol of jealousy or Tammuz." The reverend looked squarely at me and slowly moved his head up, then down several times to show his agreement. "Then, the prophet looked to the way of the north and saw more abominations. God even told him 'I should depart far off from my sanctuary?' This indicates that evil was present in His temple while He was there at the same time."

    "But," he interjected. This time I cut him off.

    "Then," I said loudly, drowning out his words, "Ezekiel was brought to the door of the court; he saw a hole in the wall, digging through it, he saw a door and when he opened it, wow! he saw written on one of the walls incantations, curses, magic, demon gods painted thereupon and all manner and form of creeping things and living creatures."

    "What now?" I asked the preacher.

    Indeed, he knew his Bible quite well for he was now fully recovered, and said immediately, "There were seventy ministers of the Lord there, and they were in secret worshiping the images represented by the pictures there and each had a censer in his hand with smoke rising up."

    "The third thing Ezekiel saw," he said, "were women worshiping and crying over Tammuz."

    "True, but what abomination is this?" I asked.

    Before he could answer, I pointed out what he was surprised to learn. "Nimrod was married to Semi-Ramus, he was about to die and said to his pregnant wife, 'You will be unseated, you will not be able to rule in my absence. Thus, say this when the child is born: When I give birth, the child will be Nimrod again.' Thus was born the reincarnation concept."

    We discussed a few more things. I pointed out that the prophet saw, that after a hundred years of this, the 'Glory of God raised up and left the temple and rested above a nearby mountain.'

    The pastor rose slowly and said thoughtfully, "Good and Evil resided in the Lord's house for over 100 years."

    Without saying a word, he shook my hand and left politely.

    Yes, good and evil can and do reside in the same place. This is a Cross we often have to bear. In the case of disincarnate entities or demonic forces, they can and do bother saved people, often with terrifying poltergeist activity. They can even invade your dreams at night, to give you the worst of all nightmares, known as night terrors. This is the process by which you know you've had a nightmare, but you don't know what it was about, except that something terrible occurred while you slept. If one doesn't know these things while getting counselling, and I do recommend counseling where needed, it may be all for naught.

    This is what happened to me a number of years back. I am not a seer, psychic, nor a medium. Both of your WebMasters went to Galveston, Texas to visit the ancient homes there that were now serving as palatial museums, representing the Victorian period. One edifice over 100 years old on a warm, balmy Sunday afternoon had a number of visitors waiting in line. When we entered the structure, we witnessed the marble floors, oak wood stairs and bannisters, our tour guide reached a room with ancient carpets and old oak flooring on the second floor.

    Hardly a moment passed after I entered that room, that I suddenly felt extremely nauseous. Something was grasping at my very breath. "I've got to get out of here!" I gasped. I retraced my path down to the first floor, holding onto the bannister because my legs were so weak and shaky, and went outside for fresh air.

    After I regrouped myself, and covered myself with "The bright light of Jesus Christ," I went back in. Upon reaching the second floor room, where the experience had occurred just minutes before, I felt a chill or vortex of cold energy in a certain corner. The editor of this newsletter asked, if I was better now. She had come with me outside and I explained something awful had happened in that room.

    Most of the tourists had left. The guide remained talking to those asking questions about the relatively bare room, except for the rug and finish trim work.

    Looking in my direction, she came toward me, as I had raised my eyebrows and arm as if to ask a question. "Yes sir, you have a question?" the aging woman responded.

    "Did anyone ever die in this room?"

    She looked very strangely at me. Still with a quizzical expression on her face, she asked, "Why?"

    I asked intently, "Did he die violently in this room?"

    "Uhhhhh...."

    "And did he die right here?" I asked, pointing to a corner near a closet.

    "And was the body stuffed in that closet?" I further asked, pointing in its direction.

    Her answer was as puzzling to me as the question was to her. "Over a hundred years ago, we are told that a murder took place where you pointed and was seen from the street below. When the authorities got here, the murderer tried to hide the body in the closet and drug it there, leaving a pool of blood."

    Then a flurry of questions followed: "Sir, are you a historian? Are you a distant relative of the deceased?" Before I had a chance to answer, a new barrage of interrogations erupted from her small mouth. "Do you have information we can have...any documents...know of someone who might...?"

    I interrupted here.

    "He's still here!" I said.

    Her eyes widened, "What do you mean!" she almost whispered.

    "It was a he...that was killed?"

    "How do you know all this? she asked impatiently.

    Then I proceeded to tell her what you are reading in these pages.

    She said, "We have help that won't come into this room. They say they have seen him staring angrily at them."

    Driving back from Galveston, I felt a presence of energy riding with us. It had toured the rest of Galveston and even was present when we ate dinner at Gaido's Restaurant, before crossing the bay on the ferry. Whatever it was, I did not want it obsessing me or my wife, family, friends, home or business. Before I even had a chance to send the entity on its way, as we turned from the beach onto the thoroughfare, it suddenly left. Why? I do not know. It just was getting too far from its energy encampment and probably thought better of leaving it.

    I had a student, let's call him Mr. Barnsworth. He came to my business one afternoon. There were big glass plate windows there and one could stand inside the premises and look at the parking lot that embraced the front sidewalk in front of the windows.

    Mr. Barnsworth and I were talking about philosophy and certain aspects of karate, judo, jiujitsu, and self-defense and wrestling that day. He was a nice sort. My student drove a bulldozer, dozer for short, he called it. At one time, prior to his training, he said he fought all the time---got beat up mostly; but it was the drugs he used to use that caused the trouble. He had plenty of "things" hanging around him.

    He never knew it, but the drugs opened the door for the "things" to come and obsess him. He never saw anything or heard anything, but he was always having some problem with self and life. Mr. Barnsworth had told me plenty and I could see it was due to "portals" he had opened with the drugs that kept him from the kind of life he had dreamed of. But God never forgot this soul.

    He related to me and other students in his classes, that he felt his best when he drove up and entered the classroom. I could tell the things stayed outside and rejoined him when class was over.

    This particular day was bright, sunny, and pleasant out-of-doors. I began to feel an energy pull as I would walk past this certain automobile, separated from me only by plate glass and 15 to 18 feet of pavement.

    As we were talking, I blurted out: "That sure is a pretty car; but death rides in that vehicle."

    My student said in a quiet tone, "Why do you say that Mr. Brocato?"

    "I don't know, but if that were my automobile, I'd get rid of it today!" I added, "Someone has almost had a near brush with death in it recently."

    He looked ashen. He said, "Mr. Brocato, that is MY car. We just got it about a month ago. It's used. The owner bought it new and just got rid of it. "

    "Your car!" I repeated, almost as surprised as he was.

    Then, he got this far-away look in his eyes. "You know," he said, "My wife was almost killed in it three weeks ago. Then, she nearly backed over our baby girl."

    "Do you know the history of it?" I asked.

    "The former owner and his wife got into a big fight over it. They were getting a divorce, and neither wanted the other to have it. The wife was almost murdered in it by her husband." All this Mr. Barnsworth informed me of.

    "We really like the car; I don't want to get rid of it."

    "Then," I said, "You have to remove the negative energy fields surrounding it, because you and or your wife will come to no good end from that vehicle."

    "How do I do it?" the student inquired.

    I explained what he needed to do. He did it, and the phenomena ceased.

    Here was a case where an automobile was obsessed by the energy field of hatred magnified by both husband's and wife's animosity toward one another. The energy field broke away from them and was hurled into a solid object, only to radiate outward when proper time, temperature, and electromagnetic frequencies of outside sources presented themselves and when melded with the obsessed frequency of negativity, it became strong enough that it could influence one's behavior at the time of driving the vehicle.

    Look at it from the standpoint of radio wave frequency generation. If you increase the frequency or energy to a certain power; then suddenly shut its source of power off or suddenly drop down the power, a wave frequency is generated outward from the source and propagates itself until it meets with a proper receiver and possibly a conductor as well.

    The original owners' dislike for each other over the automobile made it ideal to receive that energy field when raised to such emotional peaks wherein one was willing to commit murder to satisfy his desires, and one was willing to thwart him to maintain her desire--the car.

    In a similar manner, Elaine N. Marieb, writing in Human Anatomy & Physiology, Sixth Edition, points out the fact that under great emotional stress, memory is strongly enhanced via epinephrine hormone under the influence of powerful emotions. In other words, everything is energy, in one form or another.

    Think of the energy fields generated in a life-death struggle, such as a gun fight that takes place in an eternity of four seconds or less.

    This is what you will be dealing with if you have to put down someone to save your life or that of a third-party innocent. The energy goes through the roof; or, should I say, stuck in those things around you. Or follows you home!