A man murders his family. He is caught covered in their blood with remnants of flesh, all around him. He sports a wild, demonic grin and denies not a thing as his weapon he does sling onto the pavement as the local authorities bag and tag him. What comes next is a trial that will, in ways quite farcical, attempt to ascertain his guilt or innocence in all of this as people, paid, argue back and forth in front of the bench. He sits in a cell for a while, is prepped, checked, prodded and tested as various experts provide their opinion which is etched on the record before a man in a high chair passes judgment. As counter to this we have a man who lives alone, in isolation, as he never really had many friends and found the social aspect an immense drain on his already fragile inner realms. Sometimes he could swear he saw something else inside them or, to be more accurate, come through them. He preferred being alone anyway as that allowed him to escape into the land of imagination but, recently, whilst out shopping he felt that people were talking about him and he was quite certain he could see something, dark yet invisible, flit past and hiss at him. He goes to confide in his doctor who says “Quick! To the mental asylum”.
It is here the real test begins as they, within an instant, claim he is a paranoid schizophrenic. When he asks the basis and what proof they have of this as he resists the medication they throw at him they take it as proof positive their view is correct and thus he is subdued, by force, and slung into a padded cell with a depot injection slammed in his rear end. When he comes to he feels frantic and scared at what has just happened for this was a man of sensitivity and intelligence for whom the world as it stands had a tendency to overwhelm as he was born and raised by a sheltering, over protective mother who died recently and left him standing in a world, so cold. None of this matters and the psychs give not an F because if he says nothing they label him sullen and withdrawn then up his meds but if he protests they say the same. I guess, for some, a chemical cosh is the equivalent of a hammer and and any head that sticks above the parapet of reality as they say it is is nailed, real quick, so the rest don’t get any funny ideas whilst locked in the cuckoos nest. I say all of that to say this:
Why is there is no due process for schizophrenics?
How are these glorified sales reps for pharmaceutical corporations the end all, be all of their life sentence when, as in the above example, the murderer at least gets a fair shake of the tale? Let me tell you a story, from back when:
A taxi pulled up and the driver came lumbering into my premises with a note in his grip and said “You know Mr X?”. I nodded my head and he requested his payment for said slip which, whilst unusual, wasn’t unexpected as stranger things had happened in the place where minds melded and concepts clashed as we pondered the ins and outs of wearing flesh and walking around on a planet as it chased a fireball into the distance whilst floating in the abyss… It had a number scrawled on it, local, that I rang and heard:
“You’ve got to come and get me. Things went a bit Pete Tong and they’ve sectioned me and pumped me full of meds. They won’t let me speak to anyone and anything I do or don’t just convinces them they’re correct and I’m off my head. What the F? Help”.
So I did. That is why I can attest I see the ins and outs of this farce and call it for what it is because whilst I have no medical training or such things I can argue with the best of them and prove how any point they raise is actually paper thin with naught backing it but ignorance and how this entire field is filled with charlatans who do more damage than help as they don’t comprehend its the world that has the problem, not the so called schizophrenic who comes face to faceless with the horrible truth of incarnation and thus does the only sane thing:
Loses his mind, programmed. Its the next bit their intervention prevents and thus creates the malady they profess to be solving:
Coming back to ones senses.
This is why there is no due process for schizophrenics as the first one to do this would easily signal to the rest of the plebs, tuned in to a corrupted wavelength, that they cannot be the voice in their heads when they are actually that which listens, correct? From then on the domino effect kicks in and the castles in the sky most live in fall whilst bringing rude awakenings about the true nature of cows, sacred, they dare not examine but are used to foment intense conflict as a way of animating the suppressed urges in their depths that are due to be raised and trained like square watermelons into a role totally inauthentic, not coherent and, frequently, downright outsane if examined in the cold light of day. But, to birds born in a cage, flying is a sickness ergo when Icarus dons his wings they swiftly dowse them in the petrol of psychotropics then set fire as well as a warning to the rest of what can happen for daring to question the reality tunnel. If you ever need proof positive that we, humans, are being farmed for negative emotions via intensely induced stress for the benefit of beings, invisible, that are intertwined with our awareness then visit a mental asylum. Its your life, times ten, in the sense that the din and yells within those four walls are what you call “office politics” or “arguing with the wife over something pointless” and “yelling at that fool who doesn’t know what a blinker is“. Yours are just spread thin and accepted by the rest who get the same deal. The invisible demons around them which cause stress and such things as they pump signs and signals into their heads are your news channels and so called free press which perform the magical ritual of sending a frequency in which makes you yelp and feel unsafe and uncertain as you run to the store and buy as much toilet paper as you can handle…
Are you starting to see the links and why due process doesn’t exist for schizophrenics as it all it would need is for an eloquent one to take the stage, rep himself and tell it how it is. Of course they’d still try and claim he was off his lid which is why its best to fly straight, low key, instead and dodge bullets like the Matrix as you kick Knowledge to those capable of decoding it as only 8% are truly desiring of gnosis and willing to put that work in to enlighten from within as they bask in the glow of Inner Sense. The other 81% think this makes no sense as they listen to the voice in their head they Thunk is them without comprehending the depth of the illusion the 11% have span in their consciousness… Really consider this, my friend, because if it truly was your mind (with you at the helm) you’d be able to still it for ninety seconds, yes? Go ahead, prove me incorrect. Or correct, if you will.
The fact that a man can murder many, leave a trail of bloodshed then get his lawyer to argue him down to insanity versus one man who never hurt anyone else, in this example, just merely said he’s unsure of the voice in his head is afforded no due process? Why is this? Simple, he, as a singular, threatens the invisible conquest over billions by a predator of consciousness who sends in his Agents to protect his investment.
81/11/8.
Get in where you fit in…
Take it back to the tip, look at how pretty much everyone else is handled by this System and then compare that to the plight of one who never hurt anyone, never did anything dangerous beyond uttering a few words that said “Things are playing with my head and I suspect life is not how it presents”. That is it, isn’t it? Take a look at the lives and mental health of people pre and post this encounter and examine. Better yet, speak to them. Note how many of them will not say a thing to the “pros” as it just gets more medication but I have a superpower which is no matter how badly one trips they always see me as me and that, in a world ever changing, is an immense beacon of hope and solidity as they Know they can speak freely to one who will assist them in any way he can at their time of darkness or, as I said to one sitting on a bench:
“What if its not a breakdown but a breakthrough? What then? Sometimes its the cracked vessel that lets the light pour out from within and in a world obsessed with selling lightbulbs one could argue, pretty well, there is a vested interest in preventing this Gnosis as it was, once upon a a when, the realm of Shamans who tread between this land and the next and did attest a lot of what you’ve seen and Witnessed as being present and correct. But, they were killed and their testament struck from the record as man was modernized and trained to run a treadmill after anyone who dealt with nature became a witch or wizard and, in an ironic (but planned) twist, the same corporate heads started patenting and selling isolated aspects of this natural pharmacopoeia to the masses as a cure for the ills they themselves beget. It all starts real simple and that is with the ember of Gnosis, flickering, that if I am not the voice in my head then I must be that which listens and this subtle division can bring the entire illusion down, crashing, and this they simply do not want hence the reason for the erection of the psychosocial treadmill, stress, trauma programming and all the bready circuses one can handle”. He got up and yelled:
“That is exactly it” as I motioned for him to reign it in as the orderlies were ordering another round of meds in prep for him being uncooperative as they most certainly did detest my presence on their nice, immaculately presented grounds that were a mere facade for chemical suppression and the kind of indignities I will not mention. Yet. “Its not me thats crazy” he said, quietly, as he took a seat. “Its them. Look at whats in their heads, what they think of wearing flesh and the sheer logical fallacies they accept as solid and true with no introspection beyond nodding their head because “Simon Says”. Are we in a backwards realm? Is that it? Did I pass or fail the test by spotting it?”. I told him:
“I genuinely suspect that this is Hell and we’re already dead. After all, you couldn’t make a better version if you designed it then sealed it with a kiss of looking heaven sent even if each step is torture to the Soul and Spirit from which the mind disconnects, invests in fables and coping mechs then seeks reassurance from the rest who are plugged in to a false construction which cosigns their delusions by using the voice in their head to redirect their awareness from the signals that flow in from below the neck”.
“Sanewalker” he said, using the name they’d penned for one who strolls among them, external, speaking their language but, “Inside, is one of us as well and quite fluent in the verbiage of madness and its translations plus dialects“. I grinned and responded:
“You have no idea” to which he nodded in assent.
There will be no justice for these so called madmen until you, your Self, question the sheer ridiculousness of what you accept and cling to as fact when, in the end, its delusion. Worse still is you are willing to kill to protect it and will gladly either join in or cosign the destruction of those who accept a different script that was written in the same ink by the same hand, hidden, in order to keep itself from view as its the power behind the throne that makes Slaves of men as all children step in as Warriors into this realm. The so called schizo just has a partial awakening and thus drowns in the waters of higher consciousness whereas the Self actualized doth swim and its from here I type this missive and none of it would have manifested like this if it weren’t for said adventures in the asylums as well as various in depth conversations with those of the pavement as the early Nineties was when “Care in the community” did kick in aka empty the nuthouses onto the bricks and let them fend for themselves as we increase the doses and hope they bust on whoevers closest as we certainly don’t live like this, damn peasants. Or words to that effect. Due to me being me, everywhen, they were drawn like moths to a flame, transcendent, that said:
“Keep your distance. The illumination you’re seeking is within and I’m nothing but a figment of your imagination saying that which you, obviously, cannot accept from Self via your fractured consciousness” along with various other blips and things that ranged from wildly amusing to thought provoking as well as providing the Litmus test that assured them they were not outsane and how the in prefix was correct as it was the world thats backwards as the spells and rites of the English language attest. I mean, have you ever seen someone on the brink of psychosis flitting in and out of hallucinations being bought back to regular consciousness, in an instant, with an immense influx of B Vitamins that were fed on intuition and gratefully accepted by one whose faith in you was implicit when they couldn’t trust their own mind at the moment? I have. That and the testimony of another who managed his own “symptoms” using the research aspect of the web along with Self experimentation and the knowing that he could speak to someone without judgement of what kicked and get some feedback as well has led me to conclude that we, the collective, are being fed upon by a predator of consciousness but, to the well adjusted, this is as invisible as water to a fish whilst the ones with the potential of awakening are given no due process as their potential for Gnosis is why the Cathars and ilk were killed, stone dead, and thats another topic I’ll let you check for Self.
More to heaven and earth than dreamt of in what they sell, my friend. Do the Knowledge and become a threat to the System as you gain that sweet, sweet gnosis from within which may just save you from the mindwipe effect as you eject the Work, Buy, Consume, Die mindset the 81% accept, without question, from one life to the next…
Till we meet again
