... II. The Framework ...

values paradoxes

As a scientist, I have struggled with the footprint of ego on my perceptions about science and religion. Since the summer of 1968, when something completely outside of myself, which I personally know to be God or His Holy Spirit, answered a sincere prayer, religion has played a most important part in my life. Prior to this, religion consisted of little more than the family offering a blessing on the food prior to eating, and sporadically attendance at Sunday services. Believing openness is key to others seeing past my ego deficiencies, I will describe my perspective of what happened this summer, and propose upfront the probability of the holographic consequences of this experience, which I have experienced and observed over subsequent years. Although potentially quantifiable, these related experiences are impossible for me to pass of as random coincidences.

The summer of 1968, shortly after graduating from Cedar City High School, I was one of 24-27 accepted at a seven week Earth Sciences Institute at Oregon State University in Corvallis, Oregon.

I had fairly regularly flown from Cedar City to Salt Lake to have radiation therapy for the pimples/boils on my face and back. So it wasn't much different to leave the farm and get on the plane in Cedar to fly to Oregon. However, as we left the Salt Lake Airport the plane started to shake like it was falling apart. The pilot told us it was nothing to worry about, that it was probably just a rock lodged between the two front tires, but then when we started to land all of the fire trucks were out on the runway to follow us in. It turned out it was just a rock. But I missed my connections and didn't get to Corvallis until about 2:00 AM the following morning. I didn't want to get out of bed the next morning, missed breakfast, and eventually found myself asleep on a bus heading for a field trip to a weather radar site in the mountains to the west.

As the bus left, I started to wake up, I asked my seat companion his name. He asked me mine. I asked where he was from, and he said Westminster, Colorado. He asked where I was from. I said ‘Cedar City, Utah.’ He said, ‘Are you a Mormon?’ The rest of the trip to the weather radar station was spent answering his questions about the church and feeling very uneasy.

When we left the weather station, I made sure I sat by someone different. I asked him his name. He asked me mine. I asked where he was from, and he said New York City. He asked where I was from. I said ‘Cedar City, Utah.’ He said, ‘Are you a Mormon?’ The rest of the trip back to Corvallis was spent answering his questions about the church and again feeling very uneasy. Religion had not been an important part of my life growing up.



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