Torture From Nurses / The "Abuse From Healthcare Workers" Problem ----------------------------------------------------------------- False Diagnoses --------------- The "Illusion" of "Illusiveness" itself --------------------------------------- and other thoughts on the American healthcare system by Brendan S I know that torture, in its mainstream forms, such as "sickness induction from misery interpolations" (through the far-feeling abuse of telepathic impression induction) through bad witches is common in healthcare, which one is the torturer, or good witch in this facility, is beyond logic, when the reality is, without reason, a better question to ask, that is, "WHY" are so many witches working in the healthcare industry..? I remember when post-attempt-on-my-life, I was falsely diagnosed while drunk to be "bipolar" by a hackjob hospital known as "Acadia Hospital" in Bangor, ME. And, the head nurse, a transfer from New York, worked very hard to pit my mother against me. Astral images suggest otherwise, while I know she is unlike herself today. Working with collusion, and a mathematical methodical assault against the patient, a near-death experience is one good example for the abuse of a healthcare worker or doctor to try and state their own personal belief against an entire religion or classification of belief through the judgment of "one crazy" "individual" (savant, saint, or religious artist of some kind) -- where, in the crucifixion of their judgment, such people as: 1. Anyone who is religious. 2. Anyone who is good of heart. 3. Anyone who is "using the word suicidal" yet is only seeking attention, love, or respect of any kind; are misjudged by such nurses, and they turn out to be malificent in their work in the field of healthcare, this is considered abuse under the eyes of God of natural physics, and the Universal Law system of reality itself, based on the usual human common interest in a reality of fairness itself. When the nurse or doctor disagrees with the person's wishes to be sent home, where better medicine is at home, or they are deprived of their natural energy resource, whether drug, food, resource, friend, or energy of any kind, and we are "told" how we must feel -- and the evidence of this hatred is extant in the heart of the nurse as akin to being expressed in a somewhat derogatory, and "personal" tone of voice, it is likely they are a lesser-than-religious person, and merely hate you for your natural magic in the new age, because they are a witch. The problem of artistic competition is the same. In the industry of internet media, it is hard to tell who is on what side, sometimes, since our religious values are pitted against themselves through the dilemma of our judgment itself. Almost as though the belief of their eyes, seeing through the perceptions of a "judicating God" versus a "healing God" or a healer at all, for some reason a lot of patients in America are more "judged" than "healed" compared to better fashions of healing facilities expressed in such places as rehabs and even the jail-system. The problem with the health system in America is also how a lot of Americans are fed drugs they don't need in the first place, "as well" as being misdiagnosed while on these drugs (high or drunk or in withdrawal or etcetera), while also being turned against one another by the virtue of the abused awareness of the side-effects of these drugs, taken advantage by the chemical mis-use of witchcraft, also. In the hands of certain doctors, the power is explicit sometimes to the hand of a soul who has no understanding of love in healing, or truth in the perception of judgment itself. Therefore, in spirituality it is said that "discernment" is our number one value in the regards to an actual path in the life to healing .. And, in a path to healing, like this, we are lesser-than-needful of people to "tell us" how to feel, when they are bad at empathy in the first place. Therefore, I also think we should make sure the "religious patients" who are deemed "truly religious" or the "spiritual victims" or PTSD victims of such assaults on the soul or body as a "OBE" experience, or spiritual trauma of this kind, should be protected. * * * * * * * My nurse, "Ricardi" a woman sent in from New York was willing to lie to everyone around me, to secure that I would stay in her hospital, for as long as she wanted, even though I had recently felt an assault on my life, from a person who had tried to throw me into a totally different reality. The drug I'd taken in was only "pot" and the drug was not all that shocking an effect at all, since I'd smoked pot for several years before this, and even though I had smoked the powerful weed I'd smoked, and took a walk, this does not stop the fact I was hospitalized after a car tried to victimize me in the street, and I got up with the desire to keep on walking, and save my own life by calling my parents, first. They did not pick up, so I called "anyone" which turned out to be the local police force, and I was "kept in the hospital" for a long time (60 days) even though it is true I was assaulted in the street, and was only going through post-acute withdrawel of some kind. I always drank, and I've partied my whole life. I get high, and I know science, in spite of this. I have a good chemical understanding of physics and biology. I used to mix a lot, in college, and I "know how to smoke a blunt." (*used to go for blunt rides with my friends). I've tripped on mushrooms without freaking out .. all I needed was a notebook. Salvia, did valium a lot, and I've also tripped on a lot of other drugs safely. The only thing that really threw me off was the entire experience, as well as how the seemed to ignore the assault on my life, just to target the drugs I'd used, and other things to try and put in my body. The nurse, "Ricardi" also seemed to bore a sexual attraction, and sadomasochistic satisfaction from watching me in the "jail-cell like" setting of the hospital environment, for about 60 days, even though I'd finally allowed this, I did not want to stay at the hospital at all .. * * * * * I was walking that night to get away from my parents. I was Not suicidal. I felt good that night, actually. I actually just recorded a new CD, and it was safe at home on my computer. .. Some people know me for my psychic work, or my writing .. I know that some people would want to vindicate me for a few other things, while I try to profess to be just good at a few ideas, I think I'm exceptional with, such as programming, and general artistic expressions of beauty. I know, that I believe in the universe. I believe in God. I've studied the stars. Socialized, and loved people, and the world my entire life. That night, I actually was more than "awake" since I felt like I might be changing, and I was on a new path entirely. I walked like I was getting away from home. I wanted to change my life. I kept walking, and until about 10 miles in, a car slowed down, and the engine revved with the eyes of the hateful driver staring me down, until they hit full gear, and revved toward me, driving at full speed, while I was only hoping for their headlights to help me see the road, that I could keep walking, they wanted to use their car to run me down instead. I walked only a step, and the rest I hardly remember. When I had images, of how I felt like the sensation of a flying experience, and a teleportation experience, had taken place, I felt this to be a miracle from God. I remember teleporting twice, that night, and I was endangered by the car, but God had saved my life. * * * * * To this day, I remember "feeling" my body, when I got up from the grass on the ground, and I was already floating in the air, and then waving my hands, as I threw the car in a loop along the road, or only imagined so, as I screamed my name, and the attacker went careening down the road as I screamed at them in a rage. I teleported twice, no matter how I had already post-reacted, and I am today much more of a shaman as a result of my experience that night. * * * * The hospital at "Dorothea Dix" or the hospital itself was like a torture facility. I remember how being locked out of my room put a smirk on the doctor's faces. The janitor-lady seemed to be monitoring people, and cracking jokes about drugs the whole time, and my doctor always seemed to have a sickly, drunk look on his face.. A lot of the patienst were confused all the time, and I remember how a person I met who seemed tough enough to fight was "injected with thorazine" (a numbing agent) to put him in a better mood, merely for speaking too loudly. We were given laced cigarettes, and they had (what I felt to be) the very same drug I had purchased off the internet years ago, in them a synthetic form of weed, or THC, invented by the Germans known as "Spice." Over time, I felt the energy of the coffee itself was off. I figured out that eventually all of the patients thought something was wrong with the hospital, and the entire American system is corruptly designed to sabotage spiritual people, and take as much power away from our healing experiences as they can, for nothing more than a sadomasochistic need to enjoy our pain, for their pleasure., I am no longer on medication today, and I also now receive my medical marijuana almost as though a free gift. I also may drink, or do almost anything I want.. Now I don't really think I was crazy, or ever was, and I don't think anyone else does either, but I remember how I was given things like "Xyprexa" (sp on purpose) or other drugs, that made me stupid, noncreative, and numb, and angry. In fact, a lot of the drugs didn't help me at all. I am presently wondering, "why" so many nurses, and doctors in America do not notice or see this, when the satisfaction of patients pain who are termed 'addicts' or "mentally ill" are actually religiously-oriented people who had experiences that worse people are willing to take the power away from..? This makes me think of things like MK Ultra, and government-alien organized torture programs, if such a thing were even proven to be organized, and to really exist for a reason. The mindless trap of this judgment is hilarious over time, when you're at home and getting drunk again (and totally free), so I think that since I am (myself) now getting almost 900 views on my songs on soundcloud, and youtube, and I am becoming an actor, and it seems I never really had an illness in the first place -- Knowing that I can move from one place to another is the truth, and yet this is not enough for a plastered-faced woman from New York, who was my doctor, or "something" when really I think she enjoyed torturing me by imprisoning me. I think for this, the "American System" is sick, in particular, for its clever, and covert hateful abuse of religious people through the hospital system. I myself have various ways of fighting back, and if you, or the people of the healthcare, or hospital system "react" to me writing this, or get angry at me because I wrote this in particular, I will let you know it isn't the first time, and I still have not gone back to the hospital since December of 2012. BLS Deus Ex Communical Communicus Ex Deum "I am alive." "I exist for the purpose / the soul of my own movements." Yes. I am alive. "My soul is my body." "And God, like my consciousness, is the God, the thought, and the thought, of the God, of my own mind." "I don't believe I have a right or a reason to be controlled." "And without the help of anyone," 'Only' "With the help of God, and God alone, I will be fine." (Prayer) Amen.