Psychiatric Twist

This blog is taking a nutty twist. Because of various endeavours, I’ve come into a lot of contact with what society might describe as ‘nutty’ people. There’s nothing wrong with it; it’s very interesting as a matter of fact. As David Icke concludes himself, after many years of study, “The world is Mad.” You know, like the song by Gary Jules. I’d vouch for that summary personally. On the surface, civilisation ticks over smoothly, but deeper investigation between the creases reveals some very mysterious discoveries. There’s hardly any such thing as ‘normal’. Normal is an ideal seldom realised. Life is nuts and it’s as simple as that. There are only two options: sink or swim in its unfair, unequal, unrelenting flow. I remember my opinion regarding ‘nutters’ who hear voices. I used to think that they thought they heard them, but they really didn’t. How can you hear something that isn’t there? It’s impossible isn’t it; it’s fantasy, it’s a myth. I was wrong. They really do hear them. And what’s worse, it’s something done to them by other people. You CAN hear something what is not there. It’s caused by an electrical signal sent to the brain which is converted to sound in the head of the recipient. There’s a long, long history of science behind it. And there you have it – the blag that is auditory ‘hallucinations’ exposed right here on a public blog in a matter of seconds. You just learned something very, very important, if you didn’t know about psychotronic weapons already. But hey, why would you? I didn’t learn of their existence myself until the age of 34 years, yet I’ll tell you something for nothing – the more I learn about them, the less faith I have in the heart of humanity. Think about it. Somebody putting voices in another person’s head. Isn’t that disgusting on so many levels? Imagine having a walkie-talkie in your head and some very unsavoury enemies on the other side of it. That sums up the very worst kind of mental illness in a nutshell. An open walkie-talkie line in your skull. Through reading groups in hospitals, I’ve seen zombies holed up in their rooms all day, bewildered by their suffering which is caused by someone else. Why? Why oh why do we torture each other so cruelly? (I don’t buy that we possess an evil gene.) Nobody deserves this. Two wrongs don’t make a right. It’s kinder to shoot someone in the kneecaps or bash them about the fingers with a baseball bat than it is to deliver voices into their mind. It’s a laugh in the face of human rights. Take it from me, there is no such thing as human rights in this godforsaken sinking-ship material-matters-all world.