We are usually described as Biological, which we are, but we are also phycical. This time I’m thinking the functionality of our ears. The voices made me pissed off today earlier so I yelled at them and said them to “Fu*k Off” They did disappear and my ears started to ring. While they were gone, I knew that I was in a private mode for 10 seconds. Usually when this happens my ears feel different. So 10 seconds later I know how they fade back and start talking AGAIN. The connection to the voices can be felt like there would be some background radiation/noise. Already the connection by it’s own is harrassing my ears. I sensor some kind of telepathic connection which also makes me go crazy. To sum this up:: Our antipsychotics meds are helping only for making our chemistry being stable, but to get out of our sz, we would need a machine that messes up the physics for a possible physical connections. You know, like in Command Conquer - the privacy bulb over the regions around it. BTW: I have noticed some paranormal activity in my home: When I think about my kitchen while i’m in my living room, sitting behind my PC, there’s a loud snap sound - and I know it’s created because of me. Another thing, when I think about my speakers, while making music, there’s almost always an interference in the playback. You know, we don’t need Fox Mulder only in a TV.
It’s spirit though to, it’s the spirit wearing a disguise.
Conversion. It’s still that same old eternal world it always was but it’s wearing a physical mask.
My life has been endless paranormal hib jabber. A dark and scary supernatural hibber jibber malarchish whore that won’t ever leave my side.
I’m getting the whole thing to, cuts in my sleep, shocks while entities show themselves and grin, imperceptible beings attacking me physically in the backyard, aliens, a ufo hear and there, strange lights in the sky, faeries, gods, shadow people, every now and then a witch will just show up and be like “hey, i’m a witch.”
Some crazy ■■■■ was actually running around out there behind me as i walked home at 3 in the morning. Invisible as ■■■■ to. They were bitching at me to “Hey! This is our time! What the ■■■■ do you think you are doing out here! Go to where you belong, this is our time, you can’t just be out here right now you know!”