Little Jimmy Brown

Little Jimmy Brown

Dr. Morgenstern motioned his hand toward Jimmy. He had formed a particularly fond relationship with the young man. “Sit down my boy what I have to say isn’t going to hurt a bit.” Jimmy squirted in the door of the doctor’s office.

“You’ve been coming to me for over a year now, and I am afraid we haven’t improved your situation at all. If anything we’ve had to double your medications. I want to talk to you about a new technique in approaching the treatment of paranoid schizophrenia. There is a doctor that has just moved into our area. He is retired now but he has been studying some of the holistic medicines and practices used by some of the old healers that had moved up into Florida from Cuba, and especially from Haiti. It is said that he has had some good success concerning your particular disease.”

Jimmy cautiously chose the chair next to the exit. He wanted the easiest and closest access to the door. He admired the doctor but his condition would not let him trust anyone. “Dr. Morgenstern,” Jimmy asked timidly. “Exactly what sort of healers are we talking about?” Jimmy had just about quit trying to get well, and seeking help from weird immigrants maybe even Witch Doctors sounded a bit scary. He had heard strange stories about some of those characters. His crazy uncle Ezekiel had worked at the Centro Asturiano Clinic many years ago. He had told him of the time when one of the local healer’s patient had been admitted into the hospital. The next morning half of the psychiatric wing of the hospital had been murdered—including two of the guards.

“I don’t want any of those weirdo’s around me.” Mumbled Jimmy, as he huddled in his chair. He was a big boy who stood about six foot two, and a hundred and eighty pounds but his demeanor, because of his sickness, was that of the proverbial sixty pound weakly. Still the potential of his muscular trim body gave cause for caution when confronting him.

“Jimmy, Jimmy those are old wives tales. Those things never really happened. The Dr. corrected himself, “Well maybe one or two people were murdered but not a whole half of a hospital wing. Besides that shows that you need some real help before something like that happens to you. I’m not saying that it ever would mind you.”

Jimmy became pensive for a moment, could he do something like that. He caressed his right bicep to feel his own muscle. “I am certainly strong enough to do some real damage,” he meekly retorted.

Dr. Morgenstern sensed the apprehension in Jimmy’s voice. “Don’t be in such a hurry to condemn yourself or to seek a cure for your split personality. If you play your cards right it might turn out to be a tremendous asset. You may actually be ahead of the curve.

The national foundation for scientific study recently announced that schizophrenia may not in fact be a chemical imbalance or even a disorder of the brain. So says, Professor Rustenburg Cletus, of the Amsterdam Anthropologic studies. He is the retired doctor I’ve been telling you about—an expert in the treatment of neurological diseases. In his paper to the World Academy of Sciences professor Cletus stated that schizophrenia is not a disease but a normal aberrational function in the evolution of man.”

The professor went on to explain that early prehistoric man may have even been color blind, and that the capacity to distinguish colors might have been a relatively recent evolution. So it is with the thinking process of the brain. To better illustrate this hypotheses a prehistoric man of the past actually felt the different colors with their massive single brain function not having the capacity to rationalize the different hues. Human skulls have recently been found in the Zamora caves in Africa that have proven to be thousands of years earlier than any of the previous remains on record. The government has closely guarded the finding of the Zamora skulls believing that they may even have belonged to Alien beings. After much secret testing the skulls were unmistakably identified as that of human origin, and all had one undeniable, unmistakable, characteristic. They possessed only one single cavity for brain matter.

In the far reaching past man may have had only one primitive primary brain function? Thus man was single-minded in his quest for survival. He knew his environment as either hot or cold with no in-between. In his battles with the wild it was always a clear fight or flight situation. There was no grey area to contemplate optional solutions.

As the brain evolved it split into the present state of right brain left brain, and man was finally able to reason within himself. “Should I stay or should I go?” Scientists have discovered more recently that the human skull is developing a third cavity and it is rapidly filling with brain matter. Will this third brain prove to be more than we can handle? Will there be a war in our own minds for supremacy and consequently the end of all civilization? Or will this third mind capability lead man even higher in his quest for God and immortality.

Jimmy, after analyzing your skull, I need to tell you that you have this third brain fully formed abnormality. You possess a third mental eye. The whole world may be wrong with you being the right one. Your brain could simply be further evolved than the rest of us, and we are the ones trying to catch up.”

This was just too much information for Little Jimmy Brown to digest. His gaze fixated on the doctor “should I leave or should I stay and listen to these scary implications? He asked himself. Suddenly, a third voice from within his mind. It spoke clearly and with unspoiled authority. “Go ahead and kill him Jimmy, rip his head right off his frail skinny body.” Finally, Jimmy thought. Here was the voice of someone he could trust and totally rely on. He smiled for the first time in a very long time, and then he motioned his hand to the doctor.

“Come here Doc don’t make me go and get you.”