- Mar 8, 2018
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- Amsterdam, Netherlands
IntroductionAbout how telepathy has literally been around since ancient times, why psychiatry labels it a delusion worthy of calling someone psychotic, and why anti-psychotics (*all of them*) are really just depressant-drugs in disguise, all with a big chance of severe side-effects, and shouldn't be used on anyone who is not actually a violent psycho.
So first :
A brief history of my youth and how i became an actual audio-only telepath who communicates first with Demons, who haunted me every night, then later with Angels too, who protected me against Demons and facilitated my first telepathic contact with other people (usually relatives). After 9/11, I got into the peace activism business, which involved anti-terror-recruitment work on internet forums, and Angels pushed me to work longer and longer hours (due to the nature of the work), which resulted in several months-long periods of severe sleep deprivation and ultimately several confused and even psychotic episodes due to that build-up of sleep deprivation. Because I was successful in my anti-terror-recruitment work, both nationally and internationally, I got back on the radar of Demons, who wanted to thwart my work by initiating hostile, fantasy-based, fear-based telepathy towards me. That also resulted in several psychotic stints.
I also started to work directly with God Himself, who took an interest in my abilities to rid forums of terror recruiters, disinformation specialists and warmongerers.
As a result of this work with increasing numbers of Angels and Demons, and God, I started noticing telepathic synchronicities around me on the streets, in the body language of other mortal humans. Not nearly everybody, I found after a few years, is a full telepath. Many are only telepathic at an instinctual level, where they ask questions to someone they look at, and upon receiving an answer, they simply look away.
I can call myself a quick learner, and I hardly ever repeat my mistakes. The main problem was that there were quite a few lessons for me to learn. So I’ve spent the past 20 years or so with regular trips through mental hospital-prison.
I now consider myself cured of all psychiatric diagnoses, but psychiatrists systematically refuse to believe that, they only believe the false dogmas that their self-proclaimed science indoctrinates them with.
I believe the whole approach of psychiatrists, called Diagnostics Statistics Manual, is fundamentally flawed. People and the problems they run into are far too diverse to just stick a label on them, and prescribe them with the one cure for all those labels : anti-psychotics, all of which block, in various ways, on the primary naturally produced reward mechanism (neuto-transmitter chemicals) of the human brain : dopamine (which occurs in various sub-types).
There is currently a trend in government, who are misguided by the ignorance-based lies of psychiatrists about psychiatric patients, to grant more and more police-enforced power to force-ably administer anti-psychotics to patients. Getting an independent, open-minded second opinion is also nearly impossible, because psychiatrists support other psychiatrists and their conclusions without hesitation.
Psychiatrists then tend to stretch those legalized powers to claim that a patient needs to keep taking hospital level doses of anti-psychotics for multiple years.
I’m currently (at 44 years of age) at a stale-mate with psychiatry. They’ve explained themselves to me, and they strike me as sneaky lying cowards to be brutally honest, who frequently use fantasy-based exaggerations about patients to justify calling patients a threat to their their environment while in reality that is absolutely not the case, but I’ll do my best to keep the rest of this document diplomatic. I also can’t blame them for being cowards (having no training in self-defense arts themselves and all that), and therefore resorting to sneaky methods and lying to take away what they consider a real threat : a confused person, or a martial artist like me who can’t put up with what in official current Dutch law is called ‘drang’ – the pushing of anti-psychotics by psychiatrists giving speeches based on misinterpretations of the character of a patient. In other words : a lack of psychologist skills.
I then, recently, responded to a team of doctors and psychiatrists (a doctor is in most cases a future psychiatrist), with a detailed explanation of what my own background is like (a life long study in martial arts, and a verbally loud way of dealing with injustice and a lack of common sense – which in the streets is no problem at all by the way – police will ensure that no real fights erupt between people who get verbally aggressive towards each other to settle a dispute).
However, the psychiatrists looked at me with a look that clearly read like “when is he done with his speech, so I can tell him nothing in my viewpoints has changed at all”. They held onto their false, fear-based dogmas like a log of wood in the middle of the ocean. The doctors weren’t doing any better at all. They simply have to let the psychiatrists lead such chats.
I am now, because I get to see a judge only every few months, held in hostage by these psychiatrists, and have to take a derivative of the same anti-psychotics, with the same potential severe side-effects (depression and severe muscle ache even on short walks). I only get to live at home if I take these “medicines” at clinical levels in injection form that last months. They say that my reluctance to take anti-psychotics will result in another psychotic episode that lands me back in the prison that they dare to call a hospital in no time at all.
However, the reason I landed in “hospital” this last time was a gross misinterpretation and set of mistakes by my outpatient care psychiatrist, who simply ended up visiting me without announcing her arrival, and at an unfortunate time, when I was doing a major cleanup of my home.
My peace activism work (this time against China and Russia over their plans against Taiwan and Ukraine, with the anti-terror work taking more of a background role because of the militarily graceful retreat of America from Afghanistan) had put me in a cyber-warfare event (something which I can recognise very well because I also have a solid background in IT and run a webdesign company), resulting in the need for me to shut down all of my computers, take them off the electricity grid, and then I saw a gradual degrading of the rest of my electrical equipment. In winter.
Now, the cold I could deal with by just wearing winter outdoor clothing and staying active or under the blankets, but because my dad had been nagging me about the buildup of dust in my home for months, I considered this a good time to do that major cleanup, and sort out the electrical problems after that. I’m not an electrical engineer, I’m a computer programmer, but my dad is an electrical engineer and I was gonna call him to sort out the power proglems (even the adapters and microwave weren’t working properly anymore) after I had given my allies in the CIA and Dutch intel some time to work out the source of the cyber attacks against me, and I thought I’d make my dad happy by sorting out the dust and dirty cupboards. I also had to switch my closets from summer arrangement to winter arrangement. So I was busy for about a week.
And then my outpatient-care psychiatrist walks in, unannounced, a day or two after I have a video chat with a judge in which I indicated, because my previous nurse found no problem in me quitting the anti-psychotics (as is my legal right by the way), that I had no problem prolonging the care contract I had with outpatient care.
This psychiatrist, a reasonably nice mother of young children probably, started her speech, upon seeing my temporarily messy home and my seemingly confused explanation about cyberwarfare linked to peace activism work, which I soon detected was heading in the direction of advertising more anti-psychotics for me.
All of which were severe mistakes of judgement on her part, and certainly no valid reason to lock me up for several months in the very very unpleasant environment of a mental hospital.
Because she did not let herself be interrupted let alone be persuaded by my admittedly and in hindsight mistakenly increasingly loud argumentation that I put forth about why I definitely did not need anti-psychotics, she simply left with the cryptic statement that she felt threatened. I was glad to be rid of her, thought that was the end of it, and continued with my major cleanup. I was doing fine in every way, I was NOT psychotic, I certainly was no threat to others, as she did claim in the hospital admittance papers in which she claimed I was a schizoaffective bi-polar individual, something which is total nonsense – the anti-psychotic dopamine blockers had made me so severely depressed that I started to have suicidal thoughts (a good reason to stop taking the anti-psychotics I’d say), and even the fact that I got louder and louder and more and more annoyed with the psychiatrist during her ‘drang’ speech, can not really be called a mistake. It is a very logical response for someone with my character and background (training in a multitude of martial arts throughout my life).
However, about 3 days later, the cops show up, ambulance personnel in tow, and once you see those at your door, you know you gotta open up and let them drag you off to mental hospital prison, or they kick the door down and drag you off anyway.
I hardly was given enough time to pack my big backpack with essential gear like my harddrives and my laptop and clothing, but off we went after about 15 minutes. The cops did respect my assertive attitude tho, for which I give them credit.
However, mental hospital is a nightmare. Conditions there can be considered at times torturous by any reasonable person for various reasons, and psychiatry tries their hardest to hide this from the outside world. I'm not the only one to say so by the way. The vast majority of patients agree with me. They prevent you from using your laptop at night, something that a person on social welfare might be very used to at home, because one of their dogmas is that you must sleep at night and be active only during the daytime. They put you on a ‘rest-program’ initially, which always triggers my claustrophobia.
They are staffed by 2-thirds bad cops and only a third good-cops (m/f), and you have to follow every order they give you, a lot of which are unreasonable and even illogical orders. These all flow from the core DSM belief that patients must obey, or be punished. The punishments they employ are pretty hardcore too. Electrocution of the brainin Australia that leave patients unable to even walk, and concrete isolation cells without even a toilet or water-tap here in The Netherlands. Nights in one of those are always very very long nights, and you can hear the patients banging the walls out of desperation to get out. But nurses and doctors and psychiatrists consider these measures simply ‘necessary’, and ignore the patients. I’ve seen a manic girl lose all of her joy for life in there.
The fact that patients do not get regular psychological help is also a real problem. They only psychological help they get at the moment is from fellow patients, and that’s only if they’re lucky enough to end up among more experienced patients.
One thing did improve over the past few decades in psychiatry : the architecture of the hospitals. Yes, they “forgot” to put toilets in the isolation cells, but the common areas are a lot better. Outlawing smoking in psychiatric hospitals is something I’m severely against though, because these hospitals are prisons that people have to spend 24/7 for several months in.
I hope this document is of use to politicians and bureaucrats overseeing mental healthcare, and to psychiatric staff world-wide. I hope you want to improve your methods, and not just your architecture and offerings of ways that patients can spend their time while incarcerated. I hope you can let patients who have gained enough experience and who are not a real treat to others, like most of your patients are by they way, live in freedom and without anti-psychotics. Messing with the brain’s chemistry is a bad plan right from the start.