By the Author / Source: abuaram.site
Angry, disturbed spirits—having lost their calm—are working tirelessly because of my online activity and the sensitive discussions I engage in, which form part of the truth I share with the world. They throw insults at me, attempting to replay them in my mind to escalate my anger. They refuse to tell me the truth; instead, they try to read my thoughts and react emotionally to what I write about them. They try to keep me awake and attack me the moment I wake up. They might provoke my anger or frustration, sending me disturbing images, sounds, and conversations. This is a new trick they are using, which means I have angered them.
These spirits are not the voices of schizophrenia. The voices in schizophrenia are different, and an adequate dose of a good, high-quality antipsychotic—free from any harmful substances, unlike corrupt, detrimental drugs that aggravate schizophrenia—is enough to silence those voices. But these spirits do not stop with medication. In fact, they may exploit certain harmful side effects of the drug that condition the mind, gaining more control and manipulation over it. Sedation provides them with a convenient haven to continue their mental manipulation, and certain medications prepare the mind to respond more easily to their influence.
Their voices now seem to come from the outside, rather than specifically from within my mind. They whisper in my ears, and at times their voices shift into a form of internal telepathy. They mock my discussions about airplanes or other topics, telling me: “We are intelligence agencies; we are monitoring your house and your entire life. We are robots who dislike the idea of being robots. We are the mental hospital. We are this, and we are that.” Their speech is no longer coherent or specific—they simply want to disturb me now. They mock and rage at me because I bring up these subjects, which are part of the reality we live in.
For about two weeks over the past two years, they were peaceful spirits. If I ever thought of disturbing them, they would cease immediately, leaving me at rest. Their conversations were neither offensive nor unsettling. Perhaps this was because my thoughts and the pace of my thinking did not bother them at all. However, my new mental activity has disturbed them. If it bothers them, then I have accomplished something; I have targeted them with precision, and embedded within my words are many truths that have unsettled them.
With this medication, the situation becomes much safer. You feel a complete sense of calm, with no anger, confusion, or agitation in your mind. That annoying, awake monster voice in your brain vanishes; your mind is in excellent condition, not gravely ill. Although this medication transports you to a calmer, more stable world, you still miss the madness and euphoria you felt without it. Ultimately, however, that state becomes unbearable. Your condition deteriorates day by day, and anything crossing your mind is enough to turn your mood upside down and trigger your rage. Thus, you become an easy target and a convenient weapon for them. Let us say that good medication is a good weapon to confront them!
When analyzing the varied nature of these spirits toward me these days, I find that they express friendliness toward certain things or people, and the nature of their targeting shifts depending on what resides in their hearts toward me. They are also affected by negative energy emitted by people, which they in turn direct toward causing harm. This might sound like an illogical explanation, yet it is true and accurate within the realm of these spirits. Are these spirits insane?! Do they act according to negative energy without designating a clear target for their victim?! They are spirits of energy, not merely weak human beings—they are spirits brimming with energy, a trait I can feel in their very nature.
In any case, let those spirits continue to bother me; I will not care. They cannot harm me. They are evil, spiteful spirits—lost, sick, possessing malicious wisdom and malicious interactions, as though they were spirits captive to pain. They might even envy me for the food and drink I consume. I wonder why, whenever I enjoy a meal, they pounce on me! Do they not eat and drink? They tell me: “We eat and drink just like you.” Do they even sleep? It feels as though they are part of a divine spirit, existing entirely outside the human body. Although they boast to me, saying, “Our world is beautiful, and we are happy,” their world remains far too miserable for me, as a human, to touch. What need do I have for it? It is a world far beyond my comprehension!
