The most current torture performed on me by psychics is a sort of panic attack I call “feeling like that.”
When I “feel like that,” I feel mentally retarded. I feel like someone with dementia trapped in a smart person’s body. Psychics are doing something to my brain where It’s hard to think. I’ll feel other forces using magick to get my mind stuck.
If I was doing something, I’ll forget what I was doing or I won’t know how to do what I was trying to do. One time, I was throwing away the garbage. I had one of these panic attacks and I just stood in place with the garbage bag in my hand. I didn’t know where to go or what to do with the bag in my hand. I felt able to, or smart enough, to remember, but couldn’t.
Everything looks like a jigsaw puzzle. If I look closely at anything, I’ll see dots with rough edges and I won’t be able to stop noticing them. I won’t want to look at them. But everything has them. The floor. The walls. The sky. Everything.
I’ll start worrying about cooties. I dread touching stuff with my hands. I’ll even be super careful about what I step on.
If people ask me stuff while I “feel like that,” I’ll say “I don’t know,” or “What?” I have to explain to them that their words are just not registering in my mind.
I’ll feel unsettled no matter where I am. Though unable to move, I will feel super-anxious about where I’m standing or where I’m sitting.
The voices in my head tell me that they’re going to remember every little thing I see, or the exact position I’m in. They’ll be thinking about it and transmitting the memory to me telepathically so as to annoy me or frighten me that I have this image stuck in my head forever. I might try to walk around and get different spots of my house in my head. But the feeling of mental incapacitation continues.
I won’t want to use the restroom because I have to touch my cock which is dirty. I’ll be afraid of getting minute amounts of urine on my hands. I have to wipe the tip of my penis with toilet paper just like I was wiping my ass. I’ll wash my hands over and over.
I’ll be dehydrated and my lips will be dry and start to crack. But I won’t want to drink water because I dread going to the restroom.
I also dread talking to people. If I have to, it’s mostly I-don’t-knows that I can utter. But the psychics will tell me that they will remember anything I hear someone say or even anything I read because they will make me remember so as to annoy me and frighten me.
I just can’t think when I feel like that. There is severe thought-blocking going on.
Remember that there’s something about being dehydrated that makes it easier for psychics to perform this torture on you. I have been drinking plenty of water and the torture almost went away. I didn’t get the panic attacks for almost 3 weeks. But it did come back. The last time I felt like that was a couple days ago, but it was only for half an hour. That’s the only time it’s happened since I started drinking more water. It used to happen at least once a week. And it would last at least an hour. Sometimes, I feel like that even as I’m going to sleep.
This torture started for me in September or October of 2012. I didn’t know what it was at first. But now I can sense the magick of the psychics wishing this on me.
I went to a mental hospital when it first happened. That’s how bad it was. I didn’t know what was going on. I called a behavioral health clinic and told them I was freaking out because everything looked like a jigsaw puzzle and I couldn’t think straight.
The voices in my head eventually told me that they were going to keep doing this torture. I didn’t think it was psychics at first. But I’ve felt their brains now. I’ve seen the magick they use to inflict this on me.
I don’t know who’s responsible for this torture. But nothing like this would’ve ever happened before I started smoking meth.
If you are a psychic, be sure to drink plenty of water to avoid this torture.