- Oct 9, 2009
I’ve come here to post as I’m a bit confused about things and would like your help I guess? How do you cope with it, when others say that your psychotic, yet you know something is real? I know about this research that is being done on me, yet when I speak to people about they tell me I’m wrong. The professionals that I see say they are treating me for psychosis. I’m not sure what to do really. This started a few years ago, when I was in a hospital for some emotional problems I was going through and these people implanted a neural device into my brain to monitor my thoughts. Since then they have been monitory my thoughts and activities for their research. Extensive knowledge on the behaviour of humans is regarded as essential if their plan for World Domination, Totalitarianism and Full Dictatorship is to succeed. Somehow they are going to know how to take full control over the population of the World. I do fear that the knowledge and technology may be far more advanced than I already know. This was going to happen eventually. I think it’s to do with the survival of the fittest - the division (experiments/research) that I fall into. By them monitoring certain people, they can see which defects make a person struggle significantly in life and what attributes help them flourish. I mean getting to know how people work in an intricate way, when it’s not possible for ANY barriers to be built. I went to the police station to report this, but they more or less just dismissed it, they actually turned round and said they could take me to the hospital. I was hoping the could help. There is a transmitter outside my window and they have been using this to put me through a lot of physical pain. I’m finding things really hard at the moment. I’m just not motivated to do anything. I don’t want to be bored though, but I just don’t know what to do. They keep making me think all the time. I know others view this as psychosis, but how comes, if I’m taking the meds, I still know it’s the truth. I’m just getting confused. What am I meant to do? I guess somewhere something inside of me is questioning it, because people keep telling me I’m wrong, but why? I don’t understand, I feel and know I’m right and I’m scared. I’m scared about this war. I’m scared about the pain they’re putting me through.