My life Thirty-Eight Years of Field Data— Volume One An Autobiography by Toby W. Hurt For my mom Janel, my brother Jeremy and all of my family as well as my street family and all of those who still suffer today in harsh, brutal cold condition’s--- Never lose hope… Keep strong! For Forest and Kimberly Sue -- whom I will love both eternally and unconditionally— Amen —May you both have peace in your lives through all eternity—May God bless you both— For Erica whom I will think about with fond memories and the utmost respect and most of all--- Love. My life Thirty-Eight Years of Field Data An Introduction I suppose, with anything that happens in life for the first time take’s an effort of some sort, whether that effort takes a little or a great deal, it requires effort, nonetheless. Breathing for example; is something that we probably take for granted on a daily basis. I know I have been more than guilty of that in the past myself. When we take for granted something so simple as oxygen passing in and out of our lungs where we don’t even think about that miraculous pair of genetically wondrous valves giving us air to breathe every day. Without oxygen passing through our lungs we would not be able to pump the blood to our heart. The heart pretty much runs everything to give our brains a perfect mixture of blood, oxygen and our essential nutrient’s so that we can remain upright and perform any task’s that we need to during the day. Regardless of the task at hand, without oxygen the whole system shuts down and, well, essentially, we would die within’ a matter of a few minutes without it.
The point I attempting to make is purely this... We all breathe without even realizing we are doing it, right? When we were all fetuses in our mother’s womb, we outgrew the first basic phase of one reality and are forced out due to the lack of three things that are necessary for existence. “Oxygen, food and water are necessary” to quote a dear friend of mine, thanks C.J. After nine months of gestation we are forced, not asked, but forced, mind you, to vacate the premises immediately. How I do love this Planet though. It is just a shame that our world is in the distress it is in now. Poor Mama Tierra, Mother Earth. There is so much potential here for beauty if not for the violence of this World and the cutting of the Forest’s which is causing us to burn ourselves to a crisp here in present time. I personally plan to get as much education and enlightenment out of this life as I can, then, when it is time for my own final curtain call, only in God’s time and no one else’s will I face judgment in the end happily. It is now Sunday the Seventh of June 2009. I am here, drinking some coffee and I am writing my auto-biography right now in sweatpants and a grey, worn, Kauai, screen print t-shirt, just typing away about— Oh, what was I typing about? Oh, oxygen, that’s right. Currently, listening to the Atom heart mother Pink Floyd CD in the background and the name of the song I am listening to right now is “Alan’s Psychedelic breakfast.” Fitting, isn’t it? For a thirty-six year old, retro throwback from a time the World has long since forgotten, with the exception of a select few of us left who still carry that feeling of love, peace and happiness and expansion of consciousness. I believe that we have a better understanding of who as well as what we are, not only individually, rather, as a race in its entirety and as a planet and even beyond that, a member of a universally conscious society. Have you ever watched a Crocodile or a cute, yellow baby chick hatch from an egg? Or possibly observed a Mosquito from a larva or a Caterpillar into a Butterfly? Well, if you haven’t, you are truly missing something spectacular, which is also true of human and mammal conception. Though, at the beginning and the end, we all are struggling to get as much of our share of oxygen before our final curtain call, inevitably, Death. It is so very interesting to me to see the way we are born and the way in which we exit this World and cross over into the next which is again, inevitable. Why do you suppose there even is Death? Because, if not for the recycling of the human form to the ethereal into the next realm of existence we would eventually over-populate ourselves out of extinction and there would be no more oxygen left, then, one day, the Earth would just stop breathing. Do you see where I am heading with this whole “First breath” concept? The “First breath” and the eventual “Last gasp” are two of the most important crucial inhale and eventual permanent exhale at the end. Though, it is what we achieve in the middle of those two moment’s which really matters to God or Satan or whoever or whatever you may believe is eventually waiting for you on the other side when you cross over into your next realm of existence whatever that may be. We are born into the World, it is something we are forced to do, literally, kicking and screaming! As well as sometimes, when it is our time to take that final curtain call, in the end... Come to think of it, we do a lot of kicking and screaming in the beginning, the middle, and in the end as well. Our lives from the very beginning are one kicking and screaming grudge match with not just the World at large, rather, more so, the light and dark balance of our very centers. Have you noticed that we are always, consistently fighting for as much oxygen as we can get in this overcrowded and over polluted World of ours. Have you ever observed a bird or a reptile hatch from an egg? I mean truly witnessed the wonder of an egg hatching, which is similar, yet, simultaneously, not quite the same as our experience in the mother’s womb. Thus becomes the mother Sea Turtle’s natural duty to carry a load of turtle eggs within’ her body and then she has to trudge slowly but surely to a sandy spot to lay her eggs. Usually, the dark shore of some wet, sandy beach is exceptionally crowded with many other female Sea Turtle’s with the same intention, to get those eggs out of their bodies S.T.A.T! Though, in all reality they are Sea Turtle’s after all, so, it could take several hours to perform. This miraculous act, happens once every year on a dark, cold, wet sandy beach someplace in the World where they may crawl laboriously for several hours to reach a spot in the softer sand only to spend several more hour’s digging a hole in the sand. Although, after all that effort on the mother Sea Turtle’s part? They swim back to sea and die leaving their young behind to hatch and many of the baby Sea Turtle’s do not make it past the breakwater without being eaten by the sea birds.This is a natural fact of nature. What is the goal? Getting all of the Oxygen you can to achieve your goal of staying alive. We as Human’s are no different in that aspect, but we do have one advantage over the animal’s and other mammals of this planet if we allow it— The Answer? Each other. Returning to the subject of oxygen and how it affects us individually sends us back to our mother’s womb. We are being delivered by a doctor at the hospital on our birthday. We have outgrown a place or existence that can no longer support us or give you room for growth and we need to vacate the premises with the help of your parents, the doctor, the nurse’s, and a little nudge from God, on the way out. When a bird or a reptile or even something so insignificant as a Mosquito hatching from an egg in a stagnant, warm swamp or something as beautiful as a butterfly emerging from its cocoon on a warm, breezy, perfect blue sky spring day... Flying away at Sunset when its wings are dried from the Sun properly.. Although in all reality, we are one of the few species of mammal’s in all of nature, that I am aware of, exists with that parent or parent’s more often than not for all of our natural lives! I find that thoroughly fascinating! I don’t expect anyone to agree with everything in this book, some might not agree with anything in it that is what a book, a film or a song is though, simply that, just an opinion. It is my personal belief that the more we struggled for that first breath of air from the womb, the egg et-cetera. When we are fighting for that first breath and even for our last gasp it shows truly who we are and were as a person. When the Crocodile hatchling emerges from its moist, warm, muddy mound that the mother crocodile that laid the eggs had built shortly before then slinking back into the marshy river into the darkness, never to be seen or heard from again. The female Sea Turtle ambles laboriously onto the sea shore at night under the cover of darkness and some glimmering moonlight on the glistening night Sea. It almost sounds romantic doesn’t it? Well, I am here to defend the mother Sea Turtle who is not feeling it! All the while as we are attempting to vacate, we begin to notice something that air we were enjoying just Nine months before, became a lot harder to come by and quickly! We at birth are literally fighting for our first breath! Of course we rarely ever remember our first breath at the Hospital, even subconsciously we all have certain comfort levels of how much or how little air is needed within a certain space in our minds. Some people only require a certain amount of oxygen to function. Some of us require a great deal more than the minimum amount necessary to simply function and survive. For we that require more than the minimum amount of oxygen, we are inherently more apt to having professions such as a construction worker, walking steel beams, one-hundred stories high and about two-feet in width, overlooking the city far below. We are like ant’s scurrying and meandering from one hill to the other in their daily routine at Sunrise. We are completely oblivious to the woman sitting on her beam, watching the Sun, cresting yet another eventful sub-lifetime ready to begin what is just another day for her, high above the World.
The text written above is a sample from My life Thirty-Eight Years of Field Data Volume One
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