Mysteries of my Mind
There are the simple things that can be explained. There are things that cant.
Sometimes I rationalize that its why I have to take a pill every night just to feel grounded. Can people be psychic? Scientists for years have claimed that you can’t. With a certain mineral or vitamin, you can induce it. You can induce it t through psychotropic drugs, hallucinogens, LSD, mushrooms.
You can also have the natural ability for it. Mine, however, became a psychosis. I wonder if have a natural innate ability for it is why I have to take this anti-psychotic. Because if my chemicals start misfiring, or I have some sort of excito-toxic reaction, I would go into immediate distress. Things would mis-match. I wish I were a scientist so I Could better explain it. Psychiatrists only read the labels off of the prescription bottles for insurance purposes.
If there were a cure for schizophrenia I would want it. But I dont think I am going to find it in big pharma, or elon musks’s neurolink or some kind of microchip or even TMS. That all seems like a hoax to me. The pills do calm me down, they make me dream more vividly. They dont prevent me from my psychic abilities they just prevent it from expanding, so I cant test it as much or expand it. I guess I could try Reiki or energy work, if Im really into that sorta thing. Thats where the real power lays.
Self-hypnosis was where I unlocked the ability in the first place, but now I am labeled with chronic schizophrenia. I unlocked a door that cant be shut. Some doors aren’t meant to be opened. But the superstitious arent scientists, they dont belong in that field. They shouldn’t tell us which doors not to open. I had no evil intentions, they were purely good. But evil found its way in I dont know how. Im still learning about the soul and energy. How it manifests and why it acts like it does. The mind is powerful. Humans are like radios. Our thoughts are like radiowaves.
Radiowaves are where it got bad. When I became psychic I couldn’t turn it off. I had more than just the haarp tinnitus to drown it out, I could hear everything like on a string on a wave on the airwaves I would say. I could hear the manifest unconcsious like a stream of thoughts on the airwaves. Thats why ELF and Haarp are so powerful yet dangerous. They can map our thoughts with frequencies. I have moved things with my mind or by focusing on the things, but it opened up a supernatural firestorm of attacks.
I went a little crazy afterwards. Objects went in odd places, impossible became possible to an extent. Things appeared to be demonic. Spirits. Ghosts. I dont know if it was designed to deterr me from my experiment with hypnosis or this was real supernatural evil but it stopped me from practicing energy work with PSI as much I was too inexperienced and too naive for chaos magic. So I turned to enochian magic instead.
Pretty crazy right? The human mind produces frequencies that can be measured as thoughts, just like vibrations of sound are produced through audible frequencies, so smaller minute inaudible frequencies are produced by our internal thoughts and desires. The soul is real. It can move, and does. It can go to one place from another — consciousness can leave the body. Its just a very tricky thing, I have practiced this through astral projection.
You have to calm all your thoughts, find a frequency and align with it claim that frequency as your own. You have to essentially be that frequency. Like love for instance, you have to be love. Love is the ultimate frequency that cant be measured — no wonder it saves humanity from extinction. Love is the frequency that no one can measure because its beyond measure. Love is beyond measure.
True love is beyond frequency, the ultimate frequency that cant be turned against us. Astral projection is also amazingly thrilling. But I dont know if the places I visit are real or fictional representations of reality like the matrix or a simulated universe. Thats another thing, if so much of us is based down to the material, signals and frequencies — how do we discern between true light and simulated reality or true life and manipulated life? Wasn’t there something there before us?
My unconscious mind is much like a cheshire cat, drawing me in with a smile and then disappearing when I get closer, the truth itself — seemingly impossible becoming possible like Im Alice tumbling down a rabbit hole of existential events. And yet I am as insignificant as a flower in a garden soaking up the sunshine. I am not affecting the universe at all — here I thought my subjective reality was somehow connected to the big picture. I was wrong.
I am not significant or special. My actions to not cause waves in the universe, If I choose to throw a rock and it sinks I Haven’t damned mankind. Im not that important. Im here because I belong here, because I am a part of humanity. Not any more important or special than anyone else. I could do something good for humanity, but my purpose is to be unified not separate from it.
The minds internal reality is like the mind of a flower. the flowers perceptions are not impacting another’s perceptions — which is why others cannot perceive what i see- or else we’d all be walking around saying that we are psychic. The main reason people dont think they are psychic is because everyones psychic experience is just that — their own. Their own subjective psychic experience. Religion has made us to think that its all the same, that we’re all having the same experience but we arent. We dont see things the same ways. While I believe in prophets and miracle workers, I also believe in shamans and healers. There is purpose to collective unity — because while each human has individual physical life and mortality we have a personal psychic space and psychic awareness — -there is the collective unconscious which is like a grid or space station where everyone’s mind force can communicate with each other.
Lately Im thinking that there is probably life on other planets too. I have never thought so before….but I always have these memories of living life on another planet…bigger than this one — but like earth. Earth being a replica of this world…which is a very odd thought. Somewhere in the middle of time. Its like…this world was designed as a memory of the future that is now the past. I dont know if other people feel that way. when I was little I thought the cities would have more highways and hovercars, and its like there is a chapter in time that has been wiped out….maybe Im just in fantasyland….the collective remembers something…who I was…Im not sure. Just a name that doesnt exist in this world.