10 years ago people thought I was CIA, KGB and things like that, how wrong they were, in America I did read a lot of intelligence materials, CIA’s recommended books, was a member of Society of Competitive Intelligence and so on, studied encryption, but still they all have been wrong.
I have not.
Used to entertain the notion of the hall of records or the collective intelligence, which isn’t really the same thing.
I used to think I was in the U.S. Marines and the CIA was after me
When psychotic, I thought certain people were in the CIA/NSA/DOD and I thought they were after me. I would love to work for the NSA though.
when I was psychotic I thought I was in telepathic communication with intelligence services.
I have. I thought that my voices were due to a chip implanted in my head by the CIA. I ■■■■ you not. I thought that they wanted to see how mentally tough I was.
Oh well they probably know now (This kid is a fucking dangerous and smart piece of shit what the fuck someone get eyes on this kid what the fuck what is he doing? Is he on steroids? He cant be making this schizo shit up. He even takes meds for it. Five professionals have agreed that he has it, and they were all his doctors his parents paid for. What the fuck is this shit? The little fucker is writing a thesis on stigma? Fuck, he’s majoring in psychology? He’s almost done? What? Applying to doctorate programs? WHAT!!! F–K! STOP HIM!!!) thats what my voices say sometimes.
Floridly flowering with blue roses and red violets, violets are red and roses are blue, I am schizophrenic and so am I.
When delusive, I was very interested by nuke arsenal and consequently the french equivalent of FBI/NSA was interested by my case. I thought they will try to eliminate me because of my curiosity on this subject. In fact I was absolutely not a threat for national security and the few things I knew about nuke was in the public domain since many decades ago. Today, the guys in the secret services will have a lot of job because everything and more is available on the net.
Once in the summer of 1999 I was in Miami Beach and we ate some meal in a restaurant and then I had to go to a restroom, where I had voices ‘do not worry, you are with the CIA’, voices can be strange sometimes, a year earlier a consultancy from Miami Beach had mailed a letter to me asking if they can pass my resume to a member of the US intelligence community. A month later the CIA’s recruiters called me in Atlanta.