Wednesday, March 30, 2005
George Felos has a nasty fetish
Well, maybe I shouldn't call it a fetish, I could get sued. So I'll just say that George Felos (Michael Schiavo's attorney) has a seeming obsession with death and dying. He said that Terri had never looked more beautiful, more peaceful, than she does right now. I would invite anyone reading that statement to do a search on "starvation" images, and see just what George Felos means by "beauty."
Sean Hannity today read a chilling excerpt from Felos' book, Litigation as Spiritual Practice. I've found a website that has detailed excerpts, and I am pasting some of them here. They're obviously taken out of context, since I don't have this piece of garbage book in front of me, and any mistakes aren't mine. The writing itself is copyrighted by George Felos, I would assume. Remember, this man is allowed into Terri's death chamber, where even the local Monsignor may not go without an armed escort to watch his every move. This man, this little Mengele, this man Terri does not know, is allowed in Terri's bedroom. If that doesn't send chills down your spine, I don't know what else could.
----Felos visits Mrs. Browning for the first time. Browning, who was radically debilitated by a stroke, was a resident of a nursing home for more than a year and one-half when Mrs. Herbert, her cousin and caregiver, sought to have the feeding tube removed, honoring Mrs. Browning living will. He writes of his meeting, including a “soul-speak” conversation: “‘Mrs. Browning, do you want to die? … Do you want to die?’—I near shouted as I continued to peer into her pools of strikingly beautiful but incognizant blue. It was so eerie. Her eyes were wide open and crystal clear, but instead of the warmth of lucidity, they burned with the ice of expressionlessness.”
----“As I continued to stay beside Mrs. Browning at her nursing home bed, I felt my mind relax and my weight sink into the ground. I began to feel light-headed as I became more reposed. Although feeling like I could drift into sleep, I also experienced a sense of heightened awareness. As Mrs. Browning lay motionless before my gaze, I suddenly heard a loud, deep moan and scream and wondered if the nursing home personnel heard it and would respond to the unfortunate resident. In the next moment, as this cry of pain and torment continued, I realized it was Mrs. Browning. I felt the mid-section of my body open and noticed a strange quality to the light in the room. I sensed her soul in agony. As she screamed I heard her say, in confusion, ‘Why am I still here … why am I here?’ My soul touched hers and in some way I communicated that she was still locked in her body. I promised I would do everything in my power to gain the release her soul cried for. With that the screaming immediately stopped. I felt like I was back in my head again, the room resumed its normal appearance, and Mrs. Browning, as she had throughout this experience, lay silent.”
----Felos illustrates this power in his own life by describing an incident while on a plane during a time when he was engaged in a “right-to-die” case and had become very involved in the hospice movement. He pondered, “I wonder what it would be like to die right now?” and “indulged the thought by imagining the plane starting to lose it trajectory and descend.” The plane did, creating chaos in the cabin as people began to realize the plane was going to crash. “Needless to say, the juxtaposition of my imagined death and the possibility of a real demise heightened for me my different reactions. I assure you, my hubris in assuming that I would meet a life-ending crash with equanimity was not lost on me.” (181-182) The pilot later explained to the passengers that there was an unexplained problem with the auto pilot which caused the momentary descent. “At that instant a clear, distinctly independent and slightly stern voice said to me, ‘Be careful what you think. You are more powerful than you realize.’ In quick succession I was startled, humbled and blessed by God’s admonishment.”
----Felos writes, “…there I was on the holiday news—Mrs. Browning’s white knight, stalwart at his covered desk, intently crafting her plea of last hope [her hope to die] to the Supreme Court. Did I love it! And given the strenuous effort, I much appreciated the positive reinforcement.”
Is anyone else getting the mental picture I am? Is anyone else seeing this man now for what he is? Don't tell me this kind of stuff is normal, because I won't believe it. Please click the link above and read the whole page--some of the things on there are truly mindboggling.
Sean Hannity today read a chilling excerpt from Felos' book, Litigation as Spiritual Practice. I've found a website that has detailed excerpts, and I am pasting some of them here. They're obviously taken out of context, since I don't have this piece of garbage book in front of me, and any mistakes aren't mine. The writing itself is copyrighted by George Felos, I would assume. Remember, this man is allowed into Terri's death chamber, where even the local Monsignor may not go without an armed escort to watch his every move. This man, this little Mengele, this man Terri does not know, is allowed in Terri's bedroom. If that doesn't send chills down your spine, I don't know what else could.
----Felos visits Mrs. Browning for the first time. Browning, who was radically debilitated by a stroke, was a resident of a nursing home for more than a year and one-half when Mrs. Herbert, her cousin and caregiver, sought to have the feeding tube removed, honoring Mrs. Browning living will. He writes of his meeting, including a “soul-speak” conversation: “‘Mrs. Browning, do you want to die? … Do you want to die?’—I near shouted as I continued to peer into her pools of strikingly beautiful but incognizant blue. It was so eerie. Her eyes were wide open and crystal clear, but instead of the warmth of lucidity, they burned with the ice of expressionlessness.”
----“As I continued to stay beside Mrs. Browning at her nursing home bed, I felt my mind relax and my weight sink into the ground. I began to feel light-headed as I became more reposed. Although feeling like I could drift into sleep, I also experienced a sense of heightened awareness. As Mrs. Browning lay motionless before my gaze, I suddenly heard a loud, deep moan and scream and wondered if the nursing home personnel heard it and would respond to the unfortunate resident. In the next moment, as this cry of pain and torment continued, I realized it was Mrs. Browning. I felt the mid-section of my body open and noticed a strange quality to the light in the room. I sensed her soul in agony. As she screamed I heard her say, in confusion, ‘Why am I still here … why am I here?’ My soul touched hers and in some way I communicated that she was still locked in her body. I promised I would do everything in my power to gain the release her soul cried for. With that the screaming immediately stopped. I felt like I was back in my head again, the room resumed its normal appearance, and Mrs. Browning, as she had throughout this experience, lay silent.”
----Felos illustrates this power in his own life by describing an incident while on a plane during a time when he was engaged in a “right-to-die” case and had become very involved in the hospice movement. He pondered, “I wonder what it would be like to die right now?” and “indulged the thought by imagining the plane starting to lose it trajectory and descend.” The plane did, creating chaos in the cabin as people began to realize the plane was going to crash. “Needless to say, the juxtaposition of my imagined death and the possibility of a real demise heightened for me my different reactions. I assure you, my hubris in assuming that I would meet a life-ending crash with equanimity was not lost on me.” (181-182) The pilot later explained to the passengers that there was an unexplained problem with the auto pilot which caused the momentary descent. “At that instant a clear, distinctly independent and slightly stern voice said to me, ‘Be careful what you think. You are more powerful than you realize.’ In quick succession I was startled, humbled and blessed by God’s admonishment.”
----Felos writes, “…there I was on the holiday news—Mrs. Browning’s white knight, stalwart at his covered desk, intently crafting her plea of last hope [her hope to die] to the Supreme Court. Did I love it! And given the strenuous effort, I much appreciated the positive reinforcement.”
Is anyone else getting the mental picture I am? Is anyone else seeing this man now for what he is? Don't tell me this kind of stuff is normal, because I won't believe it. Please click the link above and read the whole page--some of the things on there are truly mindboggling.
