A Skype Interview I Had Over The Last Few Days With A Telepathic Wizard
>Do you have functional telepathic power?
It was functional a few years ago when I was having a schizophrenic breakdown but thankfully I have been troubled very little of late.
>Schizophrenic breakdown? In what way did the experience manifest for you?
It would be best for a psychic link if I could ring you and hear your voice
do you want to talk via mic? I'm a slow typist.
>There are people around me right now that will question me. If you can I could quickly greet you over the mic but I'd prefer to use the keyboard even if you want to talk.
Well we can talk about something sane instead and not raise any eyebrows.
>How do you theorize telepathy works, how'd you get it, and what is entailed by your so called "schizophrenic breakdown"?
>Telepathy is a physical phenomenom based on quantum entanglement. It is no secret that Wolfgang Pauli and a few very eminent physicists who founded quantum mechanics were mystics seeking to understand the world around them.
I got it through schizophrenia which runs in my family a few generations back. I was a normal child until the age of three when I smashed my head against cement by accident which caused a series of epileptic fits which I grew out of over time.
Brain injuries are a strong factor in the development of schizophrenia. Also my blood is rhesus positive and that conflicted with my mothers blood which was negative which I almost died from at birth and that is also a strong factor for sch…
I was concentrating intently when I had the brain injury and that caused the development of savant abilities for me. I had perfect pitch, a photographic memory and in every aptitude test I did I was far ahead of those around me in my youth.
>Concentrating intently? Upon what?
I remember perfectly when it happened as does my father. I was standing on a chair playing in the water of the sink. Nost of all I loved to stare at the whirlpool as the water exited the plug hole. I saw a marvellous mathematical beauty in it, at least that was my feeling and before I knew what was happening I had smashed the back of my head by falling off the chair.
I always had a strong telepathic link with my mother as did the rest of my family. She would give us all nightmares about falling down the stairs which we recounted to each other when we were older. The rest of my family were terrified of these nightmares but I was not because I knew they originated from her and I saw no mystery in them.
That was the first proof I had about telepathy, and that occured at about 5 years old,
these suggestions took the form of thoughts that occured in my mind but which bore no relationship to the train of thought of my own mind which I knew like the back of my hand then, as now, I know how I act and I know if how I act or my thoughts are out of character.
She would attempt to make these suggestions while we were asleep to encourage these nightmares but due to my autism I had always been a loner even at that age and only socialised with reluctance and I could easily differentiate her thoughts from my own.
My father is a farmer still and at that time I would travel around as a passenger in his car in fields while he tended to his livestock, which he would see several times a day and after dark. At about age 7 I noticed that as I looked at the lights of houses around me I could experience ripples in my telepathic perception which was partially in my minds eye and partially auditory. These, of course were emanating from people inside the houses but as I had not met anyone there and had a weak grasp of language I was unable to decipher what they meant. To me, they felt like a word would when you knew it was on the tip of your tongue but you cannot pull it out.
Gradually my telepathic abilities grew stronger as the years progressed. At about the same time I was in a car alone with my father. We had stopped on the way home from prayer. Due to all our dislike for religion even at a young age as my parents who were both very devout and when beatings were not improving our morale would bribe us all with sweets from as pub near the church to encourage our attendance.
A local man stopped by to talk to my father, he was a nice man, notwithstanding his obvious mental problems which caused him to squint one eye when he talked to men. He talked about things he had to do to keep himself happy, after which I asked him why did he keep one eye shut which left him stuck for words as he knew shuting his eye was related to his other eccentricities.
When I asked the question it was very hard for me due to my mothers telepathic link. She had made me assured how to acted in social situations and to be quiet and that kept me suppressed all through childhood and did not allow me to develop emotionally to make myself separate from her but I had to know for myself what his answer would be although he could not tell me because my own naivete had blinded me to the answer. I could not have asked that question if my mother was there as she had the ability to control me and to break my will which she used to devastating effect later on and contributed to my mental breakdown by leaving me no recourse to protect my sanity.
Though she did control me with these assurances she was not aware that the situation had changed for me and I started to break free. My father was happy for me and it remains one of the few happy memories of my childhood he had. Before the head injury I was normal and would travel with him as he worked but after I became more reclusive and had no creative ability while in the prescence of my family. I became depressed and suppressed and my only freedom was in reading books. Through them I learned mannerisms for dealing with the world around me. My siblings thought I was retarded but I was anything but – I was a robot however and severely depersonalised.
I have wrote too much about my childhood. I should go on to the development of my madness then.
At the age of 12 I filled in an aptitude test which placed me in the 95th percentile for english and math in the country. At the time I was aware of the future and I knew that if I sabotaged the test I might not develop schizophrenia later on but I did it anyway because I knew my family all looked down on me except my father and if I pulled away from academic achievement then I would be trapped in a situation with nothing to offset my disadvantages when I might lose my mind anyway. So for a few years I did my best to excel in school.
A classmate called me a mad scientist one day and that was the first time I was sure I would lose my mind. Up until then I thought there was a chance I could escape it.
Reading the future is really no different to telepathy, but it comes with a price and that is that I had to be biased to do one thing over time rather like an autist focuses on one subject. I could read the future at that point because I would be biased in a few years time. From that biasing onwards my future was set in stone in my perception at least
when I was in school I started to develop visions which helped me greatly in my studies in technical drawing. As I measured lines on a page I could see my minds eye over lap on my physical vision and see phantom lines flicker in to position wherever I consider them to be, rather like a sniper laser in team fortress. That was the initial precursor for my ability in remote viewing.
I could measure these phantom lines against the lines on a page and accurately measure angles to degrees and lines to the nearest millimeter without a ruler.
My senses became incredibly heightened at this time and I knew that I was losing my mind. I was about 15. I begged my parents to let me leave school but they would not allow it
next year I noticed I could see the neurons and pathways or whatever forming in my minds eye but I was unsure what use this skill was to me. My telepathy got stronger and I noticed that I could draw thoughts from others minds to make myself smarter which I did although I was not even aware of it. People knew though because they could hear similarities to what I said in the classroom and to what they were thinking and they grew angry with me and this was when I started to lose my mind as they started to cluster around me. Everyone acted as my friend though I truly had nobody and I did not know how to be private without offending anyone.
Everyone has a sense of vanity that separates their skills from others and I did not have that because my mother would not allow it.
Ahe had problems of her own however and it would not be fair to blame her for my own misfortune.
As time went on I drew the attention of a teacher who started to draw the knowledge from my brain the same way I had drawn it from my classmates unintentionally – but he meant to take all he could and kill me.
It is hard for me to remember what exactly I did but I remember being hit by a deja vu a few days prior but I made a hybrid of the deja vu and the telepathy that the teacher was attacking me with and with that I saw the grim future ahead of me where I would certainly lose my mind. It was completely opaque beyond that but even without reading the future I knew through instinct that I had nothing to return to at home and nobody to rely on so I could not save myself if I dropped out or if I stayed in.
But sometimes the future is meant to be opaque to provide hope for us and that is how it turned out for me. Because I was being attacked there were brain cells dying all over my mind so I learned how to destroy a neuron in a similar manner in my left frontal lobe which was similar in effect to a lobotomy which I had studied on wikipedia. I knew that lobotomies would reduce my iq a lot but I also knew that my autism gave me a powerful ability to thrive through lonliness, I was not a social butterfly like most so the loss to me wouldn't be devastating. This partial lobotomy would only destroy my ability to transmit my mind state to others and allowed my brain to keep developing my skills farther.
So I temporally a biased a neuron for anxiety to calm me to reduce my depression and to raise the anxiety on those who were eating me alive and when the year ended I dropped out and chilled out for a year to try and regain my sanity.
Many years later my actions were responsible for myself developing tourettes syndrome which forced me to curse involuntarily.
I began to hear voices when most stressed which would ask me endless questions which dog me to this day but which do not concern me to any great extent. I was not especially worried as I had tinnitus since childhood and had got used to tuning out that which did not concern me.
The next year which I spent recuperating was characterised by an aversion to fluorescent lights and electric fields such as that present in electrical kettles and especially the high voltage present in crt televisons and monitors. I had difficulty using a computer due to frequent headaches which I solved later by buying a flatscreen. I spent much of my time sleeping and listening to 4 hours of music a day as it was the only way I could find to make my blinding headaches abate. Mentally I was in a bad place, becoming more and more strained. I felt as if many people were sucking the life out of me as I noticed a creeping brain damage and men would sneer at me so I spent a long time in as good an isolation as I could make it. At this time I experienced the multiverse stronger than before when I had only seen it for a short time. I saw an infinity of men like myself who were myself who had made different decisions to myself and were unhappy just as I was. So I telepathically traded parts of my personality with a man to help make me more contrary more stoic and less intelligent and better able to battle the world. I knew that I was over intelligent for my career so I saw it as a fair bargain.
For a few years then I was sated but angry at the world for having rejected me. Wherever I went people treated me badly so I became more and more bitter.
Eventually then I became lonely so even though men hated me I would pretend I didn't know they did as I consider their rebukes to be worth any disadvantage for the social contact. I began to lose my grasp of the english language as most refused to talk to me and as I only had dialup internet all I could do was read slashdot and reddit which was quick to download and had no images.
I learned some good things from it such as, "a fool is someone who is of no use to himself or anybody else" and I realized that since I had always earned my keep I was a man of value. This gave me the courage to fight the world once more. I realized that the more I would isolate myself the more of myself I would lose as I could not stop seers from drawing my soul from me. I knew that if I fought then I would rarely win whereas if I tried to be fair then I would lose everything.
So one day a neighbour who I often argued with later stopped in and he was concerned about me, so I would spend many days talking to him as he was unemployed. He decided to buy a 27mhz citizen band radio after which I did the same which looking back was a bad idea, but which made me both infamous and mentally stronger for it, so who can say if it was right or wrong. If I did not do it I would probably be dead. I became friends with a local schizophrenic whose mind had broken down and he would always say what the voices in his mind said. But he was well respected due to his strong religious views and his encouragement and conversational skill was crucial to my integration in the community. Due to my autism and weak vocabulary I had to let him lead in conversation until I could find my own feet.
I found more telepathic experiences in talking on the radio than at any other point of my life. It was always interesting to hear how my friend would talk and how everyone would accept it as completely normal. After some time I began to be attacked by seers who would listen to the radio and be disgusted with my endless ramblings and my preferral for quantity over quality in what I would say which I did nothing to remedy as I would rather be attacked for acting as a fool than have my best side attacked. I could feel my brain becoming resonant and the parts of my brain which I associated with emotion and truthfullness being marked and modulated whenever the schizophrenic wanted to know something at my expense I found myself powerless to resist, but I did not say anything as I knew he had an amazing social ability which I was missing and which was key to my survival. I found telling the truth to be a disadvantage as the seers wished to destroy my sanity and would use anything I would define against me. If I said I was not something they would make my friend attack me because they could. So I began to talk about irrelevant and extremely stupid things for years in an effort to make them bored to tears which worked quite well and reduced the frequency of attack. I learned not to say certain things and to always sit on the fence to avoid conflict and to never make declaritive statements.
The seers were able to read me very well due to my mental infirmity but I was developing telepathic skills of my own. I used pop music to map my brain and when a part of it would be damaged then merely listening to the song again would allow me to repair the damage. I learned how to copy their attacks on my brain by examining the gaps their damage left and using neuroplasticity to move that function elsewhere so even when they attacked my I would remain functional and able to mislead them. In my sane days I had always been right handed and so left brained but not I was changing and becoming right brained and excellent with my left hand when mechanicing. This emphasis on the right brain seemed to give me an ability in remote viewing. I could see things far away and then later verify them. The farthest I have viewed is 80 miles where I saw a house I was concentrating on and was able to see its size, height and the layout of the sewerage piping on the back wall of the house. I have seen mars too working from pathfinder pictures but that is harder to verify.
All the while my telepathy was getting stronger. I would have liked to continue radio operating but I am terrible with people so there would shortly come a time that I would have to give up. I was no longer at the mercy of the voices in my head, I could choose to banish them at will and resist some of the weaker ones. It was surprising how they did not care when they were defeated and it showed me that they were not just and that those who would back them up were moral wastrels. Then I developed an interest in neuroscience, I read many papers on the subject and found a paper that described brain pathways in laymans terms that would protect against bipolar disorder and several others that showed how contrary people had lower rates of dementia and schizophrenia. All the while I was learning how to manipulate my own brain from those who were attacking me. It seemed I was winning and nobody realised it as I let them have whatever they wanted and worked around them and misled them as whenever they attacked they would betray their own opinions of me. I was coming closer to the state of gnosis or oneness with the universe and began to see the future with regularity. It seemded a vestigial useless neuron in my working memory had entered a quantum superposition. I would be walking across a yard and have a vision of myself at the other end which always came to pass unless I changed my actions in reaction to the vision. It was painful for me to change the future as I found my brain seemed to oscillate like an amplifier in positive feedback as whatever I changed would repeat over and over in my brain while I struggled to destroy the neurons that were producing the oscillation. I realised I could only change the future easily so long as effect followed cause or to put it another way, to run the amplifier in negative feedback and output a large amount of reverse time, to make preparations well in advance. I managed to change the future once but always with a trade off but decided that the risks were not worth it for me as my uncle, a schizophrenic had lost his mind to an oscillation which could have occured in similar circumstances to my own. My uncle was so tormented he repeated the same thing over and over for 20 years. I did consider winning the lottery but I knew from my travels in the multiverse that anything that is not earned is unlucky to have.
I had many visions at this time due to the gnosis. In one a local would drown in a river and so he did. In another a radio listener contacted me and said he would kill his family as he was blind and so were they. I had previously said on the radio that I would find it hard to be blind so it put me in a bad position. I said that he was retarded and he had no place in making a decision for them in my vision. I asked him how would he kill them, he said he had a shotgun. I managed to get a heading, and direction. The homicide of a blind man and his blind family was in all the papers and he was in the area I had guessed. The vision was strange, it was not auditory but rather many feelings and words in my brain randomly popped up and assembled themselves into a coherent thought. I did not interfere as I have always sought privacy due to being in a perpetual state of fear because of all mens hatred of me, which I have learned to live with.
So I did the next best thing, I sought to improve myself and be a better man. At this time due to my long conversations a few extra people would join in. One was a good man and sane who had helped me and managed to keep the schizophrenic from attacking me but he was about to have a complete schizophrenic breakdown himself due to the stress of both mine and the schizo's problems drawing many seers to the radio who would prepare to attack all of us.
So I longed to break free from seeing the future as I had found it to be hell with no hope and infinitely futile so I told a joke to take advantage of negative feedback and to collapse the gnostic state, as once the future is shown the ability departs the seer (if they're lucky), The man who would break down asked me why I didnt have a woman and then mentioned that there was an old man he knew who couldn't stop chasing young women at a disco so what was wrong with me? I said that it ws easy to know what was wrong there, then paused and heard no interjection and said that "he has a young mans head on an old mans body whereas I have an old mans head on a young mans body".
At that point I suddenly had a vision of a car swerving on a road due to the driver who had listened to me laughing so hard he almost hit head on to another vehicle. The next day he came on the radio and told me what had happened. I could have asked him what colour the car he met was as I had a good idea but I did not want to be seen as intentionally trying to kill him.
The schizophrenic gave a telepathic nod to the other man, while opening up his mind to read mine which he had never done before as he had always relied on seers for guidance due to the loss of his own will, to say that this was the future and I knew that it had worked. I read the schizophrenics mind to find the mirror neuron for responding to a question and then I permanently set the negative feedback from the collapse of the temporal anomaly on the corresponding mirror neuron in my own brain.
This was what I had sought for so long, a way to break free from the inevitable rut of my own destructive madness and which I used to devastating effect in a conversation with an autistic years later when I found that no matter what I was asked, and he would ask endless questions, I could respond instantly and the wide ranging changes from my responses rewired my brain to protect it from dementia and are constantly rewiring it even yet to bring me closer to autism yet again, and perhaps a brain tumour farther down the line. But autism tends to isolate the mind whereas this would improve my social ability and hopefully deliver me from the voices by improving my social skills.
I used the last of the gnostic state to rewire my brain to protect against bipolar disorder and also to level emotion to make me a better liar and more contrary.
The schizo jumped on it then and asked me all about it and I said that I could not change the future after which a seer then repaired the damage in my left frontal lobe. Then another seer exploited the new weakness in my brain to force me to attack the man who would breakdown but was unable to do so as most of that ability had atrophied. I had met the man in person and knew that the only way I could prevent him losing his mind was to prepare him for the attack. If he was attacked by the seer first he would inevitably lose and keep losing until his mind was gone even if he left the radio it would be too late. So I modified the man the same way I had done myself and it was a success. I saved his life even though he roared "It was you! you did that?" and everyone else cursed me. One seer may or may not have given cancer for my trouble which was unusual to see in my minds eye. It looked misshapen, like a yin and yang. When the seers later attacked the man repeatedly he left the radio and many blamed me for what had happened to him, though I had always tried to treat my friends fairly.
And that concludes my telepathic abilities to date. After the gnosis left when I modded my brain to protect against bipolar disorder I was never the same again, but then I want to move on and be normal. But there is my account anyway and if you want to be a wizard then make of it what you will as I have done my best to recount accurately.
