I wasn’t sure which subforum to put this in, but sense it’s about the unusual belief of someone else I decided to put it here.
So when I was first hospitalized years ago and before I was actually diagnosed, I met an odd fella.
He told me that we only use 10% of our brain and he uses much more and that he could teach me if I worked for his landscaping company. He said all I needed was to get my degree(which I was in the process of getting before dropping out) and then I could work for him. He also told me that he was the one who brought me to that hospital using his mind which seems odd, but it’s weird because I lived hours away and I was brought to that hospital specifically even though it was far away. He said I would probably be prescribed medication and that I should just take it because eventually I could dissolve it in my blood using my mind. He then turned on the radio in the lunch room and started dancing and said all I got to do is keep dancing and that I was going to be “the King of Kings, baby”. So just to be nice I got his number and then left the lunch room and I saw him talking to some random guy in a suit. Eventually I went home and never called or saw him again.
I’m on medication now and am fairly connected to reality… as much as I can be while realizing that reality is just a collective delusion, but nonetheless I am back in post secondary education and am basically top of my class.
But it stills bugs me to this day… what the heck was that guy talking about?
It’s weird because another time I was hospitalized some guy in his 20s was talking to this really old woman in the hospital really loudly like he wanted me to hear and was going on all about opening your third eye and such. It seems weird to think he was trying to get my attention, but why would he be telling this to a really old lady? Why was he talking to loud and openly? And when I walked past him(he was sitting down) he looked at me a gave a smirk.
It all seems like a dream, but these weren’t voices, hallucinations, or thoughts that lead to delusions, but actual people talking, one who my dad actually spoke to and can confirm his existence.
Anyone else have someone tell you something unusual like that you’d be the King of Kings or whatever?
There’s a lot of strange people out there that say weird things and act strangely . We (sz ) tend to think we are involved with whatever everyone else is up to. I think your falling into that trap. We notice everything out of place and then find meaning for it. When were psychotic it turns into a delusion ,when were doing better these things still bother us. When things are going good we notice that if we weren’t doing so well we be drawn in by that strange event. I’ve never got to the point I never notice these events and I have to admit seems like there are a lot more of those events when we’re psychotic. I wouldn’t dwell on it to much i think it’s nothing.
I remember when I was being hospitalized I got everyones number that I could. Then I just never called anybody. For some reason I thought I had to get everyones number I don’t really remember the reason why right now. I must’ve gotten like 15 number both times I was hospitalized because they were so close together.
Yea I guess so, the feelings just never goes away that what that guy said was suppose to mean something, so it just feels good to talk about it.
Part of me just wants to think he was just trying to help out and is somehow some super enlightened guy because I know that literally anything is possible, and that whatever the answer to our nature of existence/reality will be so mind blowing that I figure there’s got to be some people who figured it all out somewhere in the world.
And at the same time it kinds of motivates me to finish my degree, thinking that there’s something amazing waiting for me when I finally get it. Even if nothing happens it gives me a temporary drive, you know?
But also I’d rather just get over it and move on with my life…
I got things stuck in my head also. Some of the smallest details mess with my head. I doubt a lot of those things really happened quite the way I remembered. Once there in your head there the only reality you have. We just have to let go of those things and look to the future. We all have those memories.
I once had an older Sz tell me I was Abraham Lincoln…I guess because of the beard…and then asked me if I remembered fighting the Nazis in ww2 using our time traveling device…he then said too bad you broke it ya dam fool told you we couldn’t go that far back in time…lol…I was amused and gave the old guy a hug…
Sometimes it helps to write your story out just to kinda get it out of your system. Even if things happened like you remember, I doubt this guy was anyone special ,doubt you will ever see him again. If you met him in the psych ward he was probably as confused as you were. I have noticed that some of the more regular patients tend to mess with the newer patients a little,for there own entertainment. Also not every hospital has a phsch ward I had to go all the way across town to be admitted.
Like for all I know he was caught in a delusion that he was john the baptist and that Jesus would show up, so then me being the next one to show up, he could have thought I must be Jesus and he brought me there, and that it was his job to teach me, and therefore to him I was going to be the king of kings.
Like who knows, but thinking of a scenario where he is caught in a delusion and how I could fit into his delusion actually kind of just helped a lot.
I have a theory that, because I have difficulty thinking, I try to access more than 10% of my brain. Have to put forth more effort than neurotypicals. The problem is I wind up using less than 10% because of low working memory and such. And so require functioning a lot with my subconscious/unconscious.