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“Here is an image on my cell phone of the fossil I found in my backyard. It looks just like a human heart. I’ve got it in the trunk of my car if you want to take a look,” I told my psychotherapist after our session together.
“Yes, I can do that, but I only have a minute,” came the reply.
I suggested that he be careful if any of his co-workers asked what was he looking at in the parking lot. The report of a body part in my trunk could get easily misinterpreted as to the type and severity of my psychological problems.
As a boy, like many boys, I developed an interest in rocks, growing up. It began when someone showed me how, if I hit a small stone with a big stone, I could split the small one open and sometimes reveal glittering crystals inside. Wow.
This proved to be great fun. Then one day, I cracked open a rock that revealed a small seashell. I was dumbfounded. I could in no way figure out how that shell made its way into that rock. I ran home from the small creek bed and asked my mother. I learned that what I had found what was called a fossil.
So what was in the trunk of my car, was a fossil, but it was not of a kind I had ever seen before. I was no longer a boy running to his mother, but a 66-year-old man diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease talking to his psychotherapist.
The 66-year-old me knew about as much as the boy who found the sea shell about fossils. My psychotherapist took a look into the trunk and reminded me that he wasn’t a geologist and that he really did need to get ready for his next client.
What I have, I am convinced, is a mud fossil heart. If you have never heard of a mud fossil, I suggest you stop reading this right now and use your favorite search engine to search for Mud Fossil University and prepare to have Roger Spurr blow your mind.
The mud fossil that I have is apparently quite common. I don’t know if t is indigenous to the backyard of the house I am renting. I found it and several rocks similar to it, when I was making a rock garden. The only classification of rocks that I remembered from high school earth science class was sedimentary, igneous and the combination of the two known, as composite. When I first saw these peculiar rocks I thought they must be of the composite type. They looked interesting so I placed in the middle of the flower bed elevating it to the status of rock garden.
As I age, I have grown less and less interested in being sure I have the name for something that catches my eye in the natural world. Identification and classification mainly seem to distract from the appreciation of the sight rather than enhance it. I plead guilty to sometimes taking a digital image home with to enjoy the site again later. With these mud fossil rocks, I don’t know why I didn’t seek to identify them when I first found them other than as looking a way that pleased me.
I apologize for doing this to anyone still reading this post on Good Men Project, but I feel the need to give you more background to this mud fossil story. I hope that I won’t lose you, when I explain how Parkinson’s Disease got me to a psychotherapist and how getting to a psychotherapist got me to looking together at what I believe to be a fossilized heart in the trunk of my car. I just thought you might want to know.
Parkinson’s Disease is mainly known for making people tremble. It can also mess with one’s mind as well. This could be what is getting me so worked up about mud fossils and other strange things, but I don’t think so. I believe that what is going on with me is retirement.
Parkinson’s disease forced me to retire from my profession, as a clinical social worker, counseling individuals with addictions to opioids. The part of my brain that is busy as a master multitasking switchboard started to not do its job, as efficiently as it once did. I found myself working many more hours to get the same results. I was keeping my head above water at work and home, but it was if I was treading water. I wanted to quit before I made a critical judgement error on the job instead of quitting because I made one.
Taking medication and physical exercise helped greatly with the trembling. Getting away from a stressful job helped a good deal with the mental stuff. However, I, as are many men who are suddenly retired, was faced with the problem of what to do with having so much free time.
After some “why me”self-pity, I got busy, busy researching things on the internet to pass the time. One of the things I took a look at, was the official US governmental explanation for the terrorist attack of Sept. 11, 2001.
My, then 21-year-old son had moved to New York City on Sept. 10, 2001. He woke up to the sounds of sirens on 09/11/01, thinking to himself that this must be what NYC sounded like some mornings. He later watched from a Brooklyn apartment building rooftop, as the first World Trade Center tower, unbelievably collapsed.
I was so grateful that he was okay. I spent many hours watching that incredible scene play over and over again on television. When the first official findings were reported about a group of men armed with box cutters, coordinated by a man in a cave, getting lucky in being able to crash three planes into buildings, two of which collapsed as only ever seen before in carefully timed demolition explosions and a third building collapsing the same way, even though a plane never hit it., I believed the whole thing.
Today I can only shake my head in disbelief that I ever believed any of that nonsense. Must be I was too busy working and cheering for the New York Yankee baseball team to give it much thought.
As I discovered how gullible I was then, I also came into awareness how gullible so many other people still are today. They except the popular versions of what happened that day, because they have other interests.
The more I read about the lies told, the more I thought about what else might I believe to be true in history, that obviously wasn’t. I turned to the assassination of the US President John F. Kennedy. My awakening continued.
I picked up on the pattern of how I had been prone to accept the assumption that if there was some revision that needed to be made to accounts of important historical events I would hear about it on television and read about it in the NY Times. Then I would hear it being discussed at social gatherings along with complaints about the weather.
Little could be further from the truth. Not only was this not true with history, but it also was not true with scientific discoveries either. Soon I was swamped with the awareness of many popular assumptions that I believed in were in fact, lies. I began to suspect nearly everything that was reported in mainstream media and nearly everything that I had learned in school. Now I am sure of it.
I had been well prepared to not believe anything I saw on the internet, but the idea of going to trusted mass media sources for validation or debunking of internet views, I found was just plain stupid.
I came into awareness that what I previously trusted least had been my own open mind, was one of my greatest resources. My mind open to considering the multiple possibilities of explanations from people from many different backgrounds and credentials on various topics has lead me to some remarkable changes in opinion on my part.
Many who are close to me thought that my views have been so altered that this might be a warning sign of Lewey Body Dementia, that sometimes comes with Parkinson’s disease. A psychiatrist, three neuropsychologists, three neurologists and one psychotherapist later there is still no dementia to report on yet.
Since I’ve taken this story back to my psychotherapist let’s go there. I don’t want to lose you before we get to the 900-mile long dragon.
In psychotherapy, my psychotherapist and I came to consider my interest in what many disdain as being “conspiracy theories” as being a hobby of mine, a hobby, that when discussed could get me into trouble. In my last session, he labeled my hobby as being an interest in “improbable explanations” of world events and discoveries. I still consider it to be an interest in “unpopular explanations” that my open mind reveals to be far superior to popular explanations.
When I first came across YouTube videos made by Roger Spurr under the title Mud Fossil University I was intrigued. His claim that soft tissues can be replaced by minerals to form fossils in a similar fashion, as bones seemed straightforward and interesting.
“What if those rocks I had in the backyard were mud fossils,” I thought. I only had to walk 40 feet from the computer desk to the flower bed to check for evidence, but I was into other things, such as the Mandela Effect and the white light solar simulator which has replaced the once beautiful yellow Sun. I kept putting off the geological expedition to the backyard. I did visit Mud Fossil University’s YouTube channel from time to time though.
Then just prior to my last psychotherapy session, I got an idea. What if I did have some mud fossils in my backyard. Could I present hard evidence to my psychotherapist that mud fossils exist, to make a case for my hobby being one of interest in “unpopular explanations,” rather than “improbable” explanations?
Roger Spurr, in one of his videos, suggested that mud fossilized organs often included evidence of blood veins and blood arteries. Spurr related that when an animal dies veins collapse and force blood into the body, while arteries relax and blood leaks out. Rocks with an indentation that is black and another indentation that is red are good candidates for fossilized animal organs as this is how veins and arteries often look like when they decay and are replaced by minerals.
The first rock I picked up sure looked like it had a whitish rock of some type embedded
in brown and black rock. Upon further inspection, I found nothing that appeared to me to be an identifiable organ shape. The next rock I looked at was the same coloration, but in this rock, there was a whitish rock type that looked just like a large human heart. Towards the top was a tube that looked like a hose opening. Next to that was what looked like a vein. When I looked for an image of a human heart online, it matched. When I looked at examples of what were reported to be fossilized hearts online, my sample matched many of them. My rock did not contain any red coloration. However, instead of an indent that could be where an artery entered an organ, my rock had that opening that looked like a small hose.
When I showed my psychotherapist what was in the trunk of my car, he said he didn’t know what it was because he wasn’t a geologist. He said he wasn’t planning on taking the time to learn more by watching Mud Fossil University videos.
That might just be for the better because Roger Spurr provides evidence on his YouTube channel and web page for their being remains of a 900-mile long dragon in the Sahara desert of Africa, who apparently was trying to devour a giant fish when it died. As for there being mud fossils of giant people being found throughout the world, Mud Fossil University has evidence for that in abundance. My fossil heart is about nine inches long. About double the size of the average adult heart.
It still astounds me how little interest others have in incredible claims. Thoughts of consumer choices, the weather, sports teams and World, National, State and office politics, fill the minds of so many, that apparently there is little left to contemplate the foundations of what we believe to be reality.
My psychotherapist will probably take the time to read this article on the Good Men Project. I’m guessing he’s not ready for the 900-mile long dragon yet. That may take longer than a minute.
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I absolutely adore this article. I happen to have found this while googling images of fossilized hearts. Why? Because like you I believe there are much more to these rocks than the world is prepared to admit. When I find rocks with Micca or faux gold, it reminds me of witnessing a fish being scaled. I for one am with you on this topic. The resemblances are a bit too close to dismiss. Furthermore, dna evidence has proven rocks were once biological and on so many levels.. Don’t dismiss you gut instinct. I have found so many serpent heads.Crack them… Read more »