Helicopter Trip
On December 21, 2016, I, Jeffrey K. Kahler, did unlawfully enter a military installation for a purpose prohibited by lawful regulation. The United States of America had even made sure to charge me with this Class-B Misdemeanor about 4 months after the incident occurred. It is true and I am indeed guilty of this charge because I did unlawfully enter the Wheeler Army airfield on the above-mentioned date. They did not however mention that I jumped onto a helicopter and neither did they mention that I was let onto the base by the gate guard. The question whether I was in the wrong or in the right is not so important. What is important is why did I enter onto the military base in the first place, and why did I drive down the tarmac and then proceed to jump onto a helicopter that was preparing for liftoff? The question is, why would I be so compelled as to suddenly enter onto a military base and then quickly find my way to the nearest helicopter and then proceed to jump into that helicopter which seemed to be waiting for me to do so.
The answer is that I was in a psychosis. Psychosis is defined by Wikipedia.com as an abnormal condition of the mind that results in difficulties determining what is real and what is not real. The truth is that I had decided to go to my father’s house in Wahiawa on December 5, 2016 in a huge effort to get clean and sober and to get into an inpatient drug rehabilitation center. My psychosis was instilled and my psychosis episodes were now firmly established by this time because I had been stimulated in this way due to 2 separate things. For one, I had been aroused by the undercover presence that continued to surround me while I was out in the streets and while I was out in my addiction to heroin and Meth, and for two, the lord God and his powerful spirit aroused my intrigue and wonder into his presence. Through all that one is capable of perceiving by the human experience, through the eyes and by all 5 of the senses, I had been compelled by this watching presence that it was very real. There was fault in my perception due to the drugs; I can agree to that. But there was much more to this presence than any one man could understand. Yes, I can also agree that the paranoia due to the undercovers (which in my experience was very real as well; the undercovers were all around me and watching me daily) stirred up my interest and help increase my psychosis experience. Though it should be known that it was the presence of the Lord God alone that was the root source of my psychosis experiences. Now it is known to me as the manifestation of truth and of the word, but then it was known to me as something strange, new, and different. I had no clue what to make of the Lord’s presence back then; the only way that I could make sense of it all was to attribute its character to that of human doing. It is true that I believed that I must have been placed within a hidden camera and a mass community coordinated event. I believed that I was in some sort of individual case study, or some sort of reality television show; these two ideas where my best theories to help me to rationalize what was going on around me. And I wish to add that this psychosis was an extremely uncomfortable experience. It gave me an intense sense of anxiety and paranoia and it had caused me to be forced to figure out its source as soon as humanly possible. And it seemed that I would go to any lengths in the attempt to figure it out. Did I need to simply tell somebody that I was ready to be let back into the world? Did I need to do something to prove that I was now aware and now ready to receive the treatment that I needed for this human and community wide coordination to stop? Or, did I need to be bold and courageous by jumping onto the nearest helicopter trip out of here?
The Lord God had put before me his presence and his word, and it would not matter what I did through my psychosis that would best my chances of understanding and of revelation just so long as I would not recognize the true source of this effect. Therefore, what I did in turn, what I believed in turn, and what I thought in turn, could be seen and understood by anybody as crazy and insane behavior. So, what was it like then? What was I thinking? And what are the patterns that I followed that would lead me into doing something as rash and bizarre as to jump onto a helicopter on a secured military installation?
The most important thing to understand about my thinking patterns is this: I needed to think as rational about this as possible. I needed to construe and to make up a sound belief system; what would a coordinated mass community do if they were coordinated around my life for a case study or for a hidden camera television show? This is mostly how I would act; I would go about, move, talk, and say according to this belief. It was a theory that I needed to test out; I simply made up truths of reality that I needed to believe in so that I could operate and function according to this new presence. The presence was undeniable. Meaning, I could not go on thinking, like how I have done so in the past, that there was nothing greater going on around me. I needed to accept it and then to try and figure it out. I can remember trying to identify patterns; patterns that were directed for me to receive by the authorities who were in charge. With community wide coordination the authorities could easily produce signs for me to receive. You can follow my reasonings quite easily. The community and its authority figure would have already known my life; they would know my friends, my family, my past, and all the events that took place within my life. Producing signs that I could identify with and personalize would be a keyway to catch my attention. Thus, I could receive signs in almost anything I could put my mind to and because I thought that without any doubt that this coordination was real, I could spend all day looking at the signs that were just around me in my father’s own house, in Wahiawa’s little town, and even within the movies and shows that I watched on TV. For example, through my immediate surroundings, I would be able to witness that there is surveillance around me because I would see that they (the authorities) have confirmed that they saw me doing something similar. This is what I mean by patterns; if during this time, I am trying to communicate with my ex-girlfriend Emma, then I see a confirmation that we have mail from Iolani schools at my dad’s house, then I easily make that connection that there is a pattern. Why would my dad receive mail from Iolani schools? Everybody knows that Emma went to Iolani private school. Signs and patterns such as these go on and on, but I rather list them all out here.
What I can tell you is this, I was receiving and making connections with hundreds of patterns. And I thought that I was being directed by these patterns and signs. I was being directed so that I might make the right decisions when the time came to make them. Why did I get into my dad’s car, drive down to the closest helicopter, and then proceed to jump onto that military helicopter? Simply said, I was following the signs as they were meant and directed for me to do so. Was I wrong to do something like this? Yes, because there was no mass coordinated human effort to encompass my every move. It was the Lord’s doing and it was his spirit that had led me to make so many connections through these patterns. I was nearly 15 days clean and sober on that day when I attempted to jump onto the helicopter. This means that I was not under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol at the time of the incident. If I had known that it was of the Lord’s doing, I do not believe that I would have followed the signs and patterns as I had. Because you can be sure that the Lord would never direct and show a way as to do something as crazy that I had done, but because I thought it was human design, I acted out on those signs in ways that I thought up to be correct and true. Surely, I was having some delusions of aggrandizement and exaggeration. I thank the Lord, that I did not hurt anybody and I thank the Lord that he had been able to get through to me eventually. Slowly but surely, I would test out all my theories until I would get down to the bottom of this great source and power that encompassed me, and that source would ultimately be God and his wonderful spirit.
