The Breakdown
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My first stay in the E.R. the nurses wanted to strip-search me.

A female, and male cop stood in the room, and pretty kindly asked me to remove my clothes in front of them.

I gave them a lecture on sadomasochism in the health industry, and kept my clothes on.

It is true, I know Judo.

I studied Judo, at the same time as I took Karate when I was about ten.


I remember my first day at Acadia, Artie Lange (of Howard Stern) was the first person I saw. I later collided with Danny Devito, Mel Brooks, and the girl from the Poltergeist movie.

I also met the woman from, "Death Becomes Her" and not to mention, Adrien Brody was there at the end of my stay.

As described in my exegesis on my book, "The Identified Patient" and well in accord with "Valdemar" by Poe, I knew I was a labrat already, before being put into the hospital, having been paid before for research studies.

I am not a "normal hospital patient" -- and in the year 2020, I discovered problems with peoples' souls through searches on Google, and virtual research.

I started to perform magic, at first out of spite, and eventually out of revenge.

I burned at least 50 black figurines, at least 100 black candles, and cast at least 20 spells before the police finally showed up at my door over a Facebook post, I used to incriminate myself.

I also performed extreme back-hacking, and took down a lot of hackers, and psychically incepted a lot of information for the coming Biden administration, before I was put into the hospital, giving out nuking software, and enabling others on the internet to be hackers, during the end of Trump's term. My website was called "HyperTECH."

I released info on also how to portmonitor your own I.P. and run I.P. traces, so others could also track people down.

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When I was there, voodoo was the mainstream way for patients to "get at each other."

I received valium, and drank blue beverages the whole time, while doing tai chi as needed, and practicing telekinesis studies in my room.

I also wrote a lot at my desk, and wrote a "personal report" on psychic spying that the NSA is capable of, and left it for the hospital to find.

Things I did -

- Got my self hospitalized on purpose, as a defense mechanism against hackers, and also to both fix my medication, while attempting to right the system through example alone.

I did this once, also, during the original SARS outbreak, in the time I went to Mclean where my original research studies were performed. ($200 at first, and then I received $550 for the second research study). All I had to do was answer math questions, and do an EEG.

While at the hospital, I learned about the bad psychic presence in America, and how truly bent the system is.

My DVD collection while there included: "The Bourne Identity," "Poltergeist" "Beetlejuice" and "The Set-Up" starring 50 Cent.

The idea I could tell people I am an "illuminati" member wasn't a joke, and I was told in no way by my psychic affiliations not to use as much fear as possible while hospitalized.

They tried many things to torture me, but I would always just get out of bed, and ask for a cup of hot water for tea.

And write a lyric, or cast a few pseudo-spells to mock their magic, leaving the spells out on the tables for them to see.

The skies were RGB colored in Bangor, for two months.

I know that prostitution exists in the healthcare industry, yet this is "safe on a porn level" it is not safe in real life.

People are cloned, and even raped in these institutions, and criminals are tortured there.

Some people are only tortured for "talking."

The working frequency of the hospital is 452 hertz.

I used 448 hertz, to drive the truth out of them, and spoke in a lower-toned G-note all the time.

(Four octaves lower).

I was able to fight, in various ways, against the system while there.

A white van that was always parked outside worked for the NSA, and one agent was telepathic.

I was able to transmit information back to them, and I also knocked down the Acadia Hospital server while I was at Dorothea Dix.

I picked up a lot of crystals, and amped up my muscles by keeping a piece of metal from the tea-bag casings in each side of me (in each pocket).

Showers were minimal, because they are not necessary.

I used a lot of electric techniques, while they used voodoo.

A man named "Sabbatus" confessed that synthetic telepathy is used in the hospital. I already know how distraction techniques, and disruption techniques exist in the world of telepathy, because I've affiliated myself with psychics, and I am a natural telepath.

Direct telepathy is an up-close form of the non-remote while a "call" is like remote telepathy, yet can be at shorter distances.

Driving patients "madder" is the norm of the hospital system.

My entire book, "The Identified Patient" proved entirely true, while there, and each part of the story written 5 years before my hospital stay was something to believe in, because both experiences sync up in a linear way.

I learned about the various problems with the secret societies in America, and I learned how other psychics are interested in helping me in these situations. I got psychic help from books, movies, music, and all sorts of things.

In the end, I am re-located from the witch-town. (I was being stalked there). And I no longer practice Pagan magic.

I use electronic power, now, and simple, grounding magic.

The use of computers has not stopped, and even though I have now already confessed I am a "up-close" and "far-away" (both in the action, and outside of the action) agent for the NSA and leader of the dark side of the illuminati, I've done a good job of keeping my things the entire time.

I threw away all of my incriminating lyrics late at night, and always kept a minimal number of tea-bags in my room.

When I was released from the hospital, a fellow dark illuminati drove me out, and directly to my new group home, where my new TV is set up.

I have three changeable I.P. addresses. I can trace people better now. I am more able to locate people directly. And my work is not finished, though the plateau in the SARS-II virus has seen a level plane, people are still talking about revolution.

My film is now done (The Receiver) which exposes a lot about the internet, matrix, and system. (It is a comedy).

I still make music and I have three new releases coming out that are now pending.

Ninety BPM (my heartrate) is a rap CD I made, that is pending.

My new CD, "New Style Blues" is electronic rock of some re-worked, and never-done hyper-produced songs.

I've shared a little about myself with the world, but to me, I still remain a mystery to you all.


To help you understand all of this better, I'd chosen to make a song today, and with fixed samples at the last minute, I am making the third release a new single simply titled "New Projects."

BLS