Observing Auras

Howdy there yet again brothers and sisters. I feel like a glowing vessel of light and warmth. That may sound corny, I know, but it’s better than being a broiling cauldron of venom and hate. I’m accepting my place in the universe, even in the dead of night, when I wake up at Nobhead O’clock, alone and vulnerable in the dark. The authorities are trying to get me back on my meds, yet I’m withstanding like a well-structured lighthouse in a gale force wind. There’s no way that’s happening. Life is totally different without them. Ever since I watched a damning documentary about medication on YouTube several years ago I knew that they weren’t for me. The brain is a different animal when not subjected to them. I like being off meds.

It feels as if something heavy and oppressive has lifted off my mind, something hard to put a finger on. I can only describe it as a large greeny-brown splodge, a smear, a stain, a befuddling cloud which dumbs down your thoughts. The doctor said that the purpose of the medication was to stop difficult thoughts. Yes please! Give me some of that! But he was talking out of his bottom. The truth is more like this: It was making me afraid and paranoid of what it was really actually doing. They have no idea, the people who make it, because they have never taken it. I don’t care how many fancy boxes and side-effect lists the drug comes with. All I know is that now it is over, I can finally be drug-free.

They say in the fellowship that alcohol is a powerful substance, but can you feasibly call everyone in the pub a druggie? A few pints chills you out man. When you start necking bottles of vodka with no mixer, from morning till night, I can see where the troubles start to come in, but a few lagers? Where’s the harm? Personally, I don’t believe that booze is a drug. I might be in rampant denial when I state this, because I lift a jar every day, but there’s no seediness to it, there’s no deception, there’s no criminality, and, most importantly, there’s no psychosis. Not with me anyway. I can only speak for myself though.

I’m finding small pockets of joy in food. Pizza and lasagne mainly. As long as you can still enjoy little things…it’s very important. The enemy wants you enjoying absolutely nothing, not even a smile from a stranger, not even a happy thought in your own head. I’ve almost had my mind taken away from me, by various acts of criminally-insane warfare, and am lucky to be sat here today, talking to your good self. I feel pleased grateful and glad to be able to do this at the present moment. I’d just like to share this special occasion with you. There is nothing all over me, in the guise of drug addiction at the minute, or graven porn imagery, even though it’s pay day. The disease, as they call it, of addiction, has been lifted along with the medication. I don’t feel like curling up under my duvet and fapping in a darkened room anymore. I don’t feel like relaying mantra upon mantra back and to with the DK either. I just feel like walking about and staring at people for who they truly are, warm magical bulbs and halos of light and peace. 

 

A Bit Of Bennie

Now then White Voider, how’s life? Things all dandy here at the moment. I’m flying like Neville f**king Bartos. Spoken to the Samaritans this morning, as is usual when I’m doing well. Her name was Maud. I begin every conversation by saying, “Hello, my name is Andy. I’m a schizophrenic who’s addicted to pornography and amphetamines.” Hell of an opening line isn’t it? You wouldn’t use it in a nightclub though would you?

You only get one chance to make a first impression. I remember when I met Bennie, my personal and special overseer spirit, in the real world. It was in an art gallery. I’d preordained the meeting years earlier in a short story, about two lovers who meet in an art gallery. Although myself and Bennie were never lovers, she did kiss me on my doorstep one morning when she came down for a coffee. That little peck meant a lot to me. I was planning to lay the lips on her myself, which I would have done if I hadn’t have had cocaine the night before. I had it in my head the evening earlier – I’m really gunna lay the lips on her. But then porn and that god-awfully expensive stim got in the way. I’ll settle for second best outcome here – she laid the lips on me.

I really miss her a lot I do. When we first met, our eyes locked. We held eye contact for just a fraction longer than what was natural. Time stood still when we first made that eye contact, I’ll remember the moment forever, I swear. It was so monumental. She is so stunningly beautiful, with her Germanic roots an all. So pretty. I see her now on a unicorn made out of ice with a gold trident, all weapon-upped like. I once gave her my entire mind, if that can begin to make any sense to someone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I was hallucinating, and she was with me, and I gave her all of the positive contents out of my head. Spirits do that to me all the time, give me energy and brain aura capabilities and stuff, so I repaid one of their favours. It looks like neat arrows of light, like the flash of a quick torch beam. Your thoughts speed up sporadically as soon as you receive it. I’ve done it a couple of times myself, in prayer with people. I just send out energy. Usually, of late, there’s a grey alien inside of it! These energetic parcels, if you will, can keep one going.

I usually receive them from a mask I have in my bedroom. Red Jacket lives inside it. She possesses the mask. She also looks like the mask, on one of her dual identities (the other one looks like an old lover from way back when). When I’m coming down on amphetamines, and my mind is blank, and the oppressive voices are taking control of my psyche, then she’ll step in and send me a little something. This stuff is real, this spectral energy, this aura transferral, I’ve seen it many times. One of the best translucent emanations I ever got was the Shape of Love from her. It was a glassy rectangle containing smoke and water, like the glassy safe containing the baddies at the end of Superman. I also received a lantern one time; that was quite special like. I even saw an angel give a parcel to God once. It looked like a cold blue slither of svelte neon light. I asked him to tell me what it was but he said it was private!

I’ve been watching a lot of Ricky Gervais lately. He’s a remarkable soul, but ultimately godless. I know what he’d think about me rambling on about auras and angels and that but I remain convinced that there is something out there, and that it is majestic. I know it in my heart. Far too many things have happened for me to remain an atheist anymore, which is what I used to be, just like Ricky. I believe in creationism and revelation. I think that science and the history books might be a big fat lie. I wouldn’t trust humans as far as I can spit. You know what they’re like with power and wealth and all that materialism nonsense. A fellow writer called Terry Edge who used to be my email buddy hit the nail on the head. He said something like this: School and society make you strive for and obtain all the things which you don’t really need, while simultaneously not mentioning the utterly vital components of life which are essential in order to have a healthy mind and soul. Or something like that. Where in school does it say anything about being haunted by ghosts from the spirit realm. Or psychosis. Or amphetamine addiction. Or conquering demons. Nothing. It doesn’t. It’s just spreadsheets and Shakespeare. Essays and algebra. Doctrines and dogma. Which is what old Ricky there denounces the bible as.

About four months ago I was in a masturbatory catatonic state on the floor, watching porn, spaced out to the max on phet. The sun had rose and sank on me, I was in a nowhere place. So that was when one of my perps decided to infiltrate my apartment. Yes, I had an intruder while I was present in the property. It wasn’t the first time. It was a Chinese guy who was there to stab me in the heart and bring me underground to revive me for eternal hellfire. I ended up hiding in the cupboard like a coward. It was then that a beautiful little boy emerged out of my aura and confronted the intruder. He told him that he would be going to Hell himself if he laid a finger one me. I felt rescued and saved and amazing. It was an incredible experience. The intruder left and shut the door behind him!