Fighting In The Hospital


by Brendan S

I said to the police, "I want to be taken to the Acadia Hospital" which is now known as the Northern Lights hospital.

My exegesis of "The Identified Patient" is only surface-detail, when in actuality I wrote an entire book about a hospital patient who goes through the same experiences (on a certain level) that I went through, from meeting a native american, to time traveling at the end to find a mysterious weapon. I thought the story was fiction when I wrote it, but it turned out to be a prophecy.

It is said that I was acting on impulse, and I only "subconsciously infiltrated" the hospital system.

They think I have a personality disorder, when I am in the defense program. A white van, as well as communique between myself and the NSA was going on actively throughout the entire first month of my stay at the next hospital.

While I was at the hospital, I was not treated nicely.

I was treated with such disrespect, in fact, everything from patients to receptionists neglected me a lot, and "treated me with a condescending air."

One day, a very male porn star looking individual (who I felt I recognized) shunned me when I asked for a cup of coffee (or the instant coffee packet).

It didn't stop for ten minutes, and I didn't even really want the coffee.

I had a psi-wheel spinning in my room, with a black and white piece of paper on it that had a 448 death-spell written on it.

I went to the heater nearby to the receptionists area, and put a small metal piece from a tea-casing, with the individuals name written on it, and put it underneath the heater and walked off.

He was (to me) twitching his eyes, and had his head in his hands a lot, and might have also left work early.

This radionic voodoo is easy to do if you have an expansive mer-ka-ba (spiritual energy field).

I did the same thing to some patients.

A woman who wouldn't stop saying violent things about her body around me (vodun) I responded to at least three times, and she became very spiritually burned out over time, so I noticed that when I used radionic voodoo it was actually burning out their pineal gland.

AN individual who is even seen in a documentary on the taking of the capital, who was involved in the assault on the capital, had a very intellectual outlook on life, and seemed very interested in making a difference in the world.

He offended me too much one day, and over a two week period of time he was talking to himself, staying in his room all the time, talking to the TV, and basically acting a fool, and seemed totally stupefied. He is in jail now.

It was funny to try other things, but the heater technique really seemed to work the best.

Sometimes, I placed a psi-wheel near a noise generator, and attempted to place a frequency in someone's head.

A girl was rocking back and forth for an hour, who had kept playing the Y2K station (all music made during 9/11) while singing along. She seemed pretty anxious that day.

I also involved myself in some virtual studies, and "I am in Roadhouse" is all I can say.

I learned that crystals left in the courtyard are easy to empower myself with, as I carried them around, and did tai chi and shadowboxing in the TV room in the middle of the night while watching TV.

I watched the Karate Kid movies a lot.

Mister Miyagi *sp? is one of my teachers.

From better wisdom, to how to learn proper defense, I remembered that it was always about defense.

What I can not include in this story is how at least three hitmen no longer are alive -- that attempted to either snipe me, or kill me through poisoning while I was at Acadia -- who I responded to with my psychic power.

Wherever they are now resting, who cares about hitmen..?


BLS