These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

Yeah, watch the Boondocks ep. Stinkmeaner pt 3 The Hateocracy First Though. The crab reference comes from a conversation that Granddad and one of Stinkmeaner's Associates.

How aware are others of things such as this? I mean, what can get you involved, and who would pull the strings. How common is it to have knowledge of these things? Do most people have it all tuned out, can they be linked and brought back into it? Do you just ignore it and it goes away? Are shrooms really a gateway. How would you explain the retrieval of subconscious memories? It's not like thinking back to the event, it is the event. At this point I'ma just make fun of them and make games out of this. How would you proceed if you were in my shoes? Can the people closest to you be unaware of this and are being manipulated in order to mess with me further? Or are their voices purely imitations?

Are there rules to this shit? What are they? So I can break them, then laugH all the way to the bank.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

On Sn Goenka and Vipassana meditation. You told me there is a ten day course. The Wiki says this is offered in prisons. Putting two and two together, you're telling me that you went to prison, participated in these sessions, got out of prisons, and returned to volunteer and continue to participate.

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Yeah, you nailed that one right on the head. Definitely got vision of that. The many processes, attempted personality changes, and the fact you just reminded me of something voice has said, "This is what it will be like when I sync you". Also explains why they were trying to get me into a routine and stick to one thought process.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

They have told me before that they are trying to "sync" my mind. What do you know of this? They definitely have observed me to the point that they are able to predict my next thought, but I am always changing, so they will never be out of work when it comes to me. My question is, how is this possible? If it is some kind of technology, then how did they lock on to my brain? Why do I hear them? My case is special. I am not schizophrenic. I have my own proof, so if you are not persuaded I will give you the evidence.

Funny man? Is my brain some kind of signal receiver or something? Do I have no control of what signals I get? Or do I have to rob your company and take over like Dick Van Dyke?

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

Ignoring doesn't work, they stay, they eavesdrop. This is the most honest I can be. Been this way for a year. I have yet to meet a therapist with the ability to read my mind and hold mental conversations. Me saying things like "general arrogance" are what get me the pictures and videos in the first place. My last picture I uploaded, Sportscenter broadcasters turned blue. I set them off in my mind and they tried to intimidate me by doing this. You can only ignore for so long, then it's on you to begin to battle for your mind. There is no reason to doubt me when I say this is real. A visit to a psychiatrist isn't advice to me. Brainstorming, debating, research, experiences, those are what works. A year in with seemingly supernatural voices isn't going to dissipate just because I ignored them. Mental defenses, meditation are only good for strengthening my will. Pills and doubt aren't gonna do me no good. Yeah, I can make it through my days without complaining, but that doesn't solve the issue of privacy, never being alone, and having someone out there that can hear and implant thoughts, as you knowingly observe them trying to program your subconscious mind. My goal in posting here is to remove the doubt from others. Me uploading these videos are not proof enough simply cause others have not yet experienced what I have. 2 years ago, I woulda thought you were batshit if you started telling me about how you hear voices. I woulda said you belong on a bus with your nuts hanging saying you getting your rocks off in public so the talking crabs in your asshole don't penetrate what little mental integrity you got left. If you disbelieve then, ask me questions. I got answers.

Nice bro.

61 degrees, partly cloudy, nah I don't think weather is the problem here. I don't think a voice that you are misperceiving as someone else's and not your own, begins to get angry and annoyed then proceeds to channel nature's power with perfect timing according to their own will's to cause these electrical disturbances. I would claim it was the weather also. Any sane logical person would instantly deny spooks too. But as a formerly sane person myself, schizophrenia doesn't cause TV's to pixelate. How sunshine and clouds alone could cause it, I have no idea. If this was the first time this happened, which it's not, cause I can remember still the first time this had happened, I would be swayed by your comment. Yeah, I would call shenanigans. But after experiencing this for a year, I kinda got to say that nature and coinky-dinks are not the culprit. Same thing, happening in different places, different televisions, I don't think my brand new Apex television and a split mind would cause this to happen. They can fizz out a tv, My neurons are misfiring causing twitches, They are probably sending signals to those neurons cause them to fire. As we speak, in real time (9:50 p.m.), they are listening, forming their own thoughts, "bopping my head", and causing an uncomfortable pressure in there. What sounds to be an electrical hum has now appeared disappeared with some kind of vibrational frequency. "Look what I've done to you", while one releases the pressure on my head, while projecting a stare right at me as some kind of power move. They speak over sounds. Have sent hallucinations such as smells. They have even became aware of a burning rubber smell before me. Fuck I had to ask what the fuck he was talking about, until 7 seconds later I whiffed it.

TLDR; If you don't believe me, keep questioning, I will provide answers. They have left completely for a day or two and have came back. Yeah, it seems as though they are here for their own purposes. How I could persuade you without sounding completely insane I don't know, but this is a real physical experience happening as of now (9:56 pm)

Fair, I'ma just relax into it. Accumulate some cash and get me a Rolex for myself. Thanks.

Seems like it, huh. Everyone of them. Yeah, stressing over it won't help, I will work on my mind. I know I seem like I'm projecting these problems on outside forces. I think I will, work on my own energy, prolly reach Yeezy's level, maybe Christ Conscious, either way, I know I can perceive my way through and around all of this. I'ma continue to research other possibilities psychiatric and supernatural. I doubt the ones the channel to me can do as I, in this position of mine. Others may also complain and whine which is basically what Imm doing. But I'm done with that, I will climb the mental ladder. If you got your own two cents here, it would be good to hear them. Thanks, I will continue to battle my mind, Fuck with the untouchables within it, and hopefully develop some of my own abilities.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.

These questions of mine being posed, seem to mirror an inner peace that my mind itself is trying to achieve. it Wanders, prods, and picks at the infinite solutions to this problem. A solution that I have not clearly or vividly visualized. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Voices not of my own puts it against themselves. As my will directs me to a higher mental place that is more stable, these voices begin to resemble the properties of a crab.

An anecdote of this is that of the caught crabs within the bucket. My observations of this past year, likens this to an attempt to place an innocent person into a mental prison. While the overseer presses down more and more, the power of my own mind begins to let loose tid bits of light. A certain glimmer that makes the overseer press down harder. Sort of like gang members within a ghetto feel as though they need to escape. Members of their families constantly dragging them back down, reminding them of their situation. If you have a bucket of crabs, the crabs will grab and pull at the ones that are climbing, putting in effort to make it to the top, just to be dragged back down by another longing for the same thing the one climbing is.

The gang members within the ghetto split off into factions which causes even more conflict within themselves. As if their internal violence wasn't enough, they have to find ways to avoid the police. Years within the ghetto and having these struggles and situations inadvertently begin to program them, they lose cause and energy. Trials and error to somehow escape always ends in failure.

New methods or old, it starts to cause insanity. The same thing over and over again. The method you use doesn't matter because the outcome is still the same. If you were an OG you would tell the up and coming generations what has been tried and what hasn't. Your old head would give you advice and experience. An "Old Head", meaning a person with knowledge that will be passed down to others. An old mentality. Constantly being held down by the police with their knee in your back. Stuck in your root chakra, sniffing out the exit. You can't see. Your third eye is blind, your mind is closed, their is no way to alter your perception, because "The Jungle" is all you know.

Baldwin Village a predominantly black neighborhood named after Baldwin Heights, rich white folk territory, was named after the latter simply because the community was wishing for a more peaceful environment. Less cops, less drugs, less violence, More freedom. Rap artists do this best. Words are the stepping stone for the creation of new thought categories. There is Linguistic Relativity (Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis), Sentence Structure, Phonetics, and Semantics. These all meaning, the things you hear shape your world view. See through their eyes. It's perception. Rap artists know this. They make music, rap music's focus is based on lyrics rather than completely on sound. This is why you have the party sub-genre, and the backpackers/conscious. Also they know people imitate and look to them for self image and inspiration.

This is were my experience arises. I hear voices. In this day and age, that is called madness and you win an all expenses not necessarily paid trip to an asylum of your choosing. Mine are here 24/7. They are now a part of my environment. Not only that but because they are within my mind and ever present, they may place it upon themselves to also begin to shape the way I see the world to fit their own personal benefit, which they all do. My wisdom comes from the comprehension that, Yes, I do hear them all day and night. Yes, they have demonstrated power through various methods. And yes, I have no current knowledge of how to remove them, so just like a troll on Call of Duty, they can bark across the 7 seas without being harmed themselves. Anonymity is power. Go to ask reddit, search "What are your deepest darkest secret?" Tell me your fears. You will see people that can all of a sudden grow a massive pair of cojones and begin to act like they don't give a fuck that you fucked a fat girl and ate her sweaty ass out while she stuck her finger up your butt. Fuck computer hacker anonymous is protecting himself from the government and public by wearing a mask. If a voice is saying something and thoughts of safety and protection are in talks, then they probably doing something that they wouldn't be doing in public. You are protected by the government and you are also made to fear the system. They can take your money away. They target our basic needs for survival. They don't give a fuck. They know chaos, we know chaos, and they know we know as we know they know. They got the leverage though. A mass revolution wouldn't break out if people knew they could drive a fucking tank around your neighborhood as a voice in the sky shouts Martial Law.

In other words, since these voices display the power of thought, the ability to plot against me and keep their privacy intact, claim they are real people around you that you may have told, induce anxiety, pain, paranoia, and everything else while keeping you updated that they are aware of your ignorance and could simply project an acted out version of themselves that they would instantly think to hide and put into the closet if there was any sign of them being noticed by others. The most quiet of people can grow a beard if he's guarded behind one way glass. Telepaths with other abilities realize that like a dream they can be and do whatever it is they want. They live in it, and force themselves to believe in their own lives. Their smart, acting in certain ways, remembering the right things, and best of all can not be put within any bubble of danger. A feeling of godliness while wondering why their cowardice went to the courageous lion.

TLDR; A ghetto, crab bucket, mental prison. The overseeing warden, a self aware pessimist that gets off on keeping others down. These are the types that are clogging up traffic within perfect minds ruining them in search of power until you realize, they've said for themselves, "if we see him, don't look him in the eyes". Shows the type of persons they are. They claim acts and spout that the way they are presenting themselves to me is not what they truly are. That makes sense if you think about it. They have thoughts of their own which they know good and well that if anyone could hear them, they would break instantly. They use a mind that I myself have created. A mind they could not even come up with without the experience of this battle on the inside. One says he has suffered from depression, me myself tout that I am impervious. In the shoes of someone boxed in, less open, monitored, mentally violated, they would not be able to hold themselves together. No I do not believe I'm schizophrenic, honestly the whole story of my experience has yet to be told.