I went crazy for nearly eight months. By crazy I mean I believed in something that wasn’t real. I fought though, fought to get paid work, fought for changes I believed had to happen. But instead of fighting for changes that were a reality, I fought for things that didn’t exist and when I applied for work I no longer filled in the application form in the normal manner. What I believed was happening to me took precedence. That’s when you know you’ve been crazy. You know all you were fighting for wasn’t worth the effort. The effort of fighting for what isn’t a reality is merely a destructive action. I wrote things on footpaths and I put stickers on posts around the place, saying things against pirating of DNA and use of human body information in microchips. Now I know experiments exist in the world that do use DNA and microchips and if you ask me whether I still disapprove of it, I’d have to say not to the extent I did. For I created a world of dangerous nanotechnology where my DNA was being used illegally in microchips. There were other people who were also being used and the threat to them was as much as it was to me. The difference between me and most people is that I’d had an operation while going for surgery to have my wisdom teeth removed and during that operation samples of my body energy were taken in the form of frequencies. Those brainwave frequencies that recognised say a needle going into my skin were then overlapped with instructions of various kinds. It was an experiment gone wrong, because it meant I was made aware of what was going on in the field of DNA and microchipping before I looked it up on the net. If I’d been sane at the time I would’ve thought the idea to be fodda for a science-fiction novel or two, but alas I went into the idea like it was non-fiction, in other words I went crazy. I suppose there are people who go on alcoholic benders for eight months. I haven’t ever done that. Closest I got to going on a bender was when I smoked marijuana at age twenty-four and imagined I was having a great time when things were actually quite rotten. Subsequently after that bender I started hearing voices and having tactile hallucinations. So I don’t think marijuana is a harmless drug, particularly if you get addicted and smoke it nearly every day. My days of experimenting with mind altering drugs are over. I’ve had enough mind altering experiences for a life-time and while a few of them have been fun, they’ve been a disaster for my career. People just can’t trust a person that goes crazy. Well, it’s not easy to trust them. Or they can be periodically trusted. Which is a terrible thing for me to admit because it means that my skills are untrustworthy. There are people who believe in things that aren’t real that aren’t exactly crazy, because that’s perception then. For instance people can be duped by a confidence trickster, they can be duped by a cult or religion as much as they can be duped into studying something because they believe there is a career in it and that falsely inflates whatever is being studied into becoming important. There are ways like that people can be lead astray. But at least they are duped alongside other people, at least what they’ve imagined to be true was a shared experience and therefore not quite as crazy as making up a whole belief system yourself then getting lost in it so far that reality isn’t where the sense is anymore. I’ve had several episodes where the craziness has lasted months. I think there was a period where it lasted years even, but when I’m sane and sensible again I look back and just wonder what the hell my mind was thinking. Perhaps that’s why it’s called losing your mind. The part of the brain that minds what you think loses the plot of reality and becomes focused on what should only be experienced as a reality while fast asleep. I hope I never go crazy again, or if I do, I hope it is for such a short time that I don’t do anything like apply for a job during that time. Jobs for people who believe in crazy things are not readily available.

If you can’t charge a person with a crime,

What right does the community have

To make them do time?

I’ve done time for suicide,

Time for travel fatigue,

Time for being bullied,

Time for grieving too.

When will people get it.

When will they see.

It’s not okay to drug me

And lock me away without a plea.

What’s my crime?

Charge me with an offence.

Don’t say that’s irrelevant

Because that’s not making sense.

You must comply

Or we’ll stick our nanoprobes in you

Wonder what Startrek

Was talking about and who

When they wrote the Borg.

They want a hive mind

With a leader in control

In square space-ships

When humanity wants to be free

To think and create

To experience visions and explore

In their holograph machine

To get wrapped up

In whacko plots

And think about the unknown.

I’m trying to find a loop-hole

In these loopy laws

That say that that torture

Can be used

On people who do not abuse.

I’m trying to find a way

That will say that’s not okay.

I’m trying to say what’s sick

Are the people who treat

With an order by our law

That puts the community

As the authority

When the general public

Doesn’t know

About what happens

Behind those white-coated doors,

Where chemicals are injected

And people are not listened to

Rather told that they must agree

That they must comply

And if they don’t

They’ll be dosed up

Even higher than before

Perhaps then some ECT

Or if it comes to it, psychosurgery.

Not all members of the community

Are aware that they can anytime

 Call psychiatric services

On a person who

Has a history of attempted suicide.

The public probably wish

They could call that needle sticking team

On the sleazy man in the bar,

The angry neighbour who yells,

The junkie who says ‘Fuck off’,

The beggar who asks for change,

The boss who tells them they’re fired,

And the stranger who disses them.

Can they?

Well only if the person

Has had a psychiatric history.

An outline from an expert on the cult of psychiatry and its forced drugging, false imprisonment and torture

The psychiatric system currently is a cruel, damaging system of punishment, which does not help, rather wrecks, causes trauma, frightens and crushes those who have committed no crime, yet are forced to become involuntary patients to experimental ‘medical treatment’ that causes them physical harm.
These patients are told they must be agreeable to treatment and they must agree with the doctor’s diagnosis. Any complaints are ignored. Brain-washing wears the person who is in a vulnerable state down to the point where they become hypnotised by the cult of psychiatry.
 

 

Those people steal things

They peddle lies

To make money

They constantly move around

So they don’t get caught.

They wear silly gaudy clothes

They stick pins through their nose

 

Those people don’t do anything

They’re pointless eaters

Who are ugly to look at

And dangerous like animals.

 

Those people are loan sharks

They cause us to be poor.

They won’t marry us

They think they’re better than us.

 

Those people...