NEVER OLD
Tips on Keeping Mind and Body Young
By Jesse Anson Dawn



Jesse Anson Dawn (at age 60), author of the national award-winning book, Never “Old”,  plus The Rejuvenator’s Bible, speaks out about a most stirring subject: how to counteract the unwanted effects of “aging.”

Presently answering the question: “Why does the ‘number’ of our so-called ‘age’ mean so much to us?”

Dear Readers,
The “number” attached to our so-called “age” carries a tremendous amount of psychological baggage with it, much of it connected to what I call:

THE NUMBING NUMBERS GAME
In most modern societies the game begins soon after birth, whereby we receive a nine or ten-digit “Social Security” number, one of several multiple-digit numbers  we’re supposed to memorize along with our telephone number and of course our house or apartment number.

But that’s only the beginning, for when we reach number 5 or 6 and begin some sort of “official” education, we receive our first test score numbers which are usually followed by some kind of intelligent quotient (“IQ”) number, plus we need to memorize such things as combination numbers of school lockers, our uniform number (if we decide to play sports), and of course the obligatory waist, hat and shoe size numbers.

And then comes all the niches of numbers we need to memorize regarding dates in “his-story” — plus various mathematical formulas, followed by a barrage of confusing battle-date and “discovery” numbers. And then comes an important adolescent number — 16 — a time when we’re supposed to be able to drive plus receive a license plate number (if we own a vehicle) soon followed by number 18 when we’re allowed to graduate high school and even vote.

And then comes — uh oh — the so-called “adulthood” number — the big 21 — whereby we can get a “real job” and drink booze legally (but NOT smoke harmless herbs, lest we get assigned a prison uniform number for illegal “possession”).

At any rate, after 21 the numbers really start to pile up, where-by we usually need to memorize such things as bank machine “PIN” (personal identity numbers), plus checking and savings account numbers, and some even try to memorize their credit card numbers, all of which causes us to continually check our “balance” numbers by calling an unlisted phone number.  

And don’t let us forget the telephone numbers of all our best friends, business contacts and rel-atives, or what day of the month it is so we can write that number on checks and letters.

Or for business owners there’s the required tax ID number plus the now “crucial” fax and e-mail numbers, codes and passwords, all of which may eventually spur us “elderlies” to get involved with such woop-ti-do number games as bingo or the State lottery.

And now there’s even the customary grading of people from 1 to 10 by our “looks,” and of course our regular checking of the number of pounds we are. And God forbid we should ever let go of the number that gets more and more burdensome and hard to admit every year — the number of our so-called “age.” And surely we’d better hurry along before the next number comes up because there’s only X number of shopping days left until Christmas!

All of which gets tied together by an annoying barrage of —

“SENIOR WORLD” NUMBER NOOKS
OK (or as truckers would say, “10-4”), I accept the fact that having to deal with a legion of numbers is merely an integral part of modern life, but the part of the game I don’t accept are the myths attached to many of  these numbers. For example, after accumulating enough “birthdays” to reach the number 50, we’re then labeled by a title which evokes distinctly fuddy-duddy images — ”senior citizen” — a label which seems to bring nothing more positive than eligibility for a slightly cheaper fee to ride a bus.

But at the same time we see that bigger and bigger numbers are being asked of “seniors” all the time (e.g., many life insurance policies more than double the price of their premium when a male policy applicant turns 50). So not only do life insurance rates multiply when we reach the mythical 50 digit, but this same number seems to trigger every mail-order company to list us as too enfeebled to go to stores anymore, thus we’re deluged with “senior niche,” knick-knack catalogs.

And along with all the catalogs comes barrages of “modern maturity” mode magazines crammed into our mail, fuddy-duddily, hackneyed publications chock full of “old folks” smiling while they take estrogen, Prozac, blood pressure pills, anti-acids, pain-killers, laxatives, toenail fungus pills, hair-grower pills, potency pills (for impotency caused by hair-grower pills?), prostate-shrinking pills, sleeping pills, allergy pills, cholesterol pills, enough pills to amass a batch of side-effects powerful enough to disable a bull elephant.

And yet despite the post-50, Chemicals R’ US deluge, a large portion of the population somehow manages to reach The Big Lebowski-number 65 — a time when most are expected to “re-tire” — (figuring, I guess, that because we slept a lot as babies, at 65 it’s time to re-tire and sleep again). Ho hum, zzzzzzzzzzz, ooops — hello!

And with the re-tired sleepiness supposedly brought on by number 65, it may also signal the time to enter into a retirement community or “rest home,” a place where “elderly” people can appropriately “act their age.” All of which reminds me of the hilarious cartoon depicting two women at a funeral standing over an open coffin, and when eyeing the deceased man inside the box, one of the ladies proclaims: “Well, it’s good to see him finally acting his age.”

Finally indeed, for it’s only when we’re flat on our back, embalmed inside a coffin, that we’ve reached our “life expectancy”—a concept ingrained within The Numbers Myth, whereby once we’ve passed “75” or so, we’re so expected to die that even our days are numbered. But to the laughable “Life Expectancy” Game I say PA-TOOEY! — for each of us is an INDIVIDUAL capable of shattering “aging” propaganda like it’s a flimsy house of sand — a fabrication of falsehoods which we can wash away with willful waves of mindpower…

For the whole self-renewal story, Jesse Dawn’s (Pulitzer Prize nominated) 258-page book, Never “Old”, can be received free of charge by purchasing his new book, “The Rejuvenator’s Bible: Working Ways to Create Perpetual Youth Naturally” (237 pages) for the retail price of $15. To receive both books for the price of one, call World Changing Books at (800) 736-3922 and order with Visa or MC, or send a check payable to World Changing Books, POB 5491, Hilo, HI 96720. ($15 includes books, plus free 1st class postage) Or order by e-mail at youthdawn@cs.com   Also check www.angelfire.com/hi4/jessedawn


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