I was nine years old in 1961. I do not know what triggered it, but I began to write apocalyptic poetry and draw images to illustrate. My mum was shocked when she found my secret book. She took it to the Headmaster of my junior school and I was horrified. It was passed to a Psychiatrist who had a smelly chaos of an office in town. I had an appointment to see him and I decided to behave as if I was one of my 'normal' friends.
The Psych gave me puzzles to do, asked a lot of questions, watched me closely.
Then he caught me gazing at a painting on his wall. Beautiful white horses, running through rolling surf. "Do you like horses?" he asked. I nodded. "Maybe your mother will buy you one!" He smiled at me and I knew.....
That man hadn't a clue about real life.
It has been like that ever since.
People in authority, with control over our lives.
People who clearly do not have two braincells to rub together.
Very intuit of you to play along with the psychiatrist (and your mother)- when we are children and know things are out of our control we need to manage the predatory adults.
Quite the awakening for a 9 year old. Thank you for being "here".
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The painting of those beautiful horses reminded me of my mother.
In mid-1960s, my mother was psychologically experimented during the Dr. Cameron period (Montreal - MK-Ultra techniques). She was institutionalized for not behaving as per code of conduct (1960s) - she was vibrant, independent, head strong, educated and full of talents.
After a few months of institutionalization, they broke her spirit. When she returned home, you could have sat her facing a wall and tell her to stay there - she obeyed - lost look in eyes.
IT was the start of psychiatric enslavement for the rest of her life. Her psychiatrists became her handlers, the word of god - She obeyed them over anyone else. With time, she became dangerous - change of personality at a snap of finger -> threatening my father and I with knives. Her family stayed in the sidelines and avoided the subject considering that her mother was the primary person who influenced for institutionalization in the first place.
At age 13 (1972), my mother asked that I meet her handler. I was very vulgar, didn't spare my words as I accused him of creating the problem, comparing him to a f&cking demonic creature "the devil in disguise" ->>> I will always remember that rictus smile "grin" on his ugly face as he leaned back in his leather chair as if pleased as to what he had achieved - puppet master of my mother.
I have known other victims who thought they were being admitted for mental health healing but in fact were experimented - psyche reshaped - the most common theme is morphing the psyche with multiple personality disorder which can be triggered by power words over the phone - I have experienced this with an individual - after hanging up he was in a hypnotic state, different personality with a new set of memories of events that never happened.
If one didn't know better, one would think the target was demonically possessed - switch ON / Switch Off.
I have broken such psy spells >> The person who suddenly seized up "like an android being rebooted" >> he fell to the ground having a seizure. When he snapped out of it, he was lost "where where am I? what happened?"
Now, imagine the diabolical vision of transhumanism . . . old psy techniques would be so passé . . . It would only be a matter of downloading in the target's psyche whatever thought and emotion desired.
Don't want to obey? shit disturber? no problem let's download emotions and thoughts of suicide . . . or perhaps going on a killing rampage before killing oneself.
Everyone needs to be spoilt once in while, it's good for the soul and your soul is doing great work. enjoy the day.