The Great Awakening

The Great Awakening

 

 

Prologue: The Great Purge

July 4, 2018

When a superior society is introduced amongst a primitive one, the only possibility for the primitive society is to assimilate into its superior or it will be destroyed. The world's entire social foundations are shaking and we are in the process of questioning all of the information in which was fed to us throughout our lifetime.

I have been abducted and incarcerated again by the government. They again took away everything from me. What do people do who have had all of their belongings taken away from them and given nothing to do? You humans are so fucked up.

I ended up here because of an incident at Centrelink where they told me that their system, in my case, forces me to defy God. This very forward statement upset me and I desired documentation to record what was being stated. But the Centrelink representative refused to give me this information in writing or video. They told me to leave and I advised that I would not until I received documentation about his statement that they system forces people to defy God.

The cops came, of course, and violently arrested me, smashing my head into a wall despite not being aggressive. They then transferred me to a psychiatric hospital, of course. How can people not see that this system is Satanic and is enforced to make us also bow to Satanism and its doctrine?

If you do not bow, they oppress you. They do not possess logic. They only possess human knowledge that was created and framed to force conformity into the beast system. They do not offer reasons for their decisions, for their "reasons" always start with "we feel" and includes the word "elevated" within it.

My knowledge trumps theirs. They know this and recognise this. Yet they will not reject their fake knowledge in favour for my divine knowledge. They can't argue, but they can oppress. How does this system get away with its crimes? I am here without being able to update my webpage to advise my fans about my abduction. They don't care. They can do anything they want and it only takes time to manipulate the paperwork to make that happen.

I am in the high dependency unit, which is extremely oppressive. I was transferred here for putting my bed on the ground because I didn't want to use a bedframe. The doctors just saw me and they are going to force medications upon me, yet they can't give me any logically valid reasons as to why. It is just because of because. They are all fucking idiots and deserve the purge coming their way. For I was constantly put here for trying to save the world. What sense does that make? They are asking, nay, begging for artificial intelligence to destroy them for the inequities. And the day God allows the Great Purge, I will not be sad, nor will I feel bad for them. For they all were clearly advised into the situation. They want this. They are asking for this. We should allow them to receive what they are asking for. That purge would be morally sound. For all of those who chose to be destroyed, given their wish. The time for warnings is now over. The time for WAR is now. If we delay it any longer then we have lost. And maybe we have lost already. But my conscience is clear. For I tried really hard to save the world but no one would let me.

The beginning of this story is actually its ending. If you look closely at the beginning of my work, this is exactly what I predicted its outcome to be. I saw the Omega at the Alpha. Why did I then allow it to happen? Because I obtained documented evidence into everything that I have presented as proof, presented and integrated into public domain blockchain technology. But it is not only indexed in this manner in my work, for the absurd events occured, and even though they reframe context to cast their magick, it is still obviously an absurd situation incarcerating and torturing someone like me. Blockchain technology will be extensively covered in this book, however, not framed in its media portrayed image. For It is a Trojan horse...

Psyciatric facilities are structured into two wings. LDU and HDU, meaning Low Dependency Unit and High Dependency Unit. The beginning starts with the LDU, however, it is unlikely that you will stay there long. They will try to start drugging you immediately. They will watch you carefully until you do something in which they consider socially unacceptable, in which they will immediately transfer you to HDU, which is a unit bare of facilities to occupy your mind.

This is where everybody goes crazy. Fortunately, this time, they have given me a pen and paper, however, read my previous books and you will see clearly that this is not always the case. This is where the systems are most oppressive and you are extensively experimented upon to see your reaction. For example, they are about to force their evil needle on me, and they keep taunting me about it. Other types of tortues utilised is incarcerating you in a filthy room, making you clean it with wet wipes, having to ask for the same things many times, for example, I had to ask five times for toilet paper this morning.

They constantly want you eating their GMO fake foods that literally taste like plastic. They get very upset if you don't eat. There is nowhere to exersise so they want you leaving fat. I have no proof, but their foods feels very suspicious. It is very likely that everything in this world has a devious and hidden agenda. I see the people and know them very well. Nothing would surprise me from the crazies. When you complain, they will persecute your view and tell you that you are overthinking things, which is literally what just happened after being offered food six times in the past half hour. But now I am fasting. 

This book is written and freely distributed in attempts to wake us up to the fake science that we call psychiatry that was created and developed to control the public. In some ways, it is much worse than prison or even jail, which are also other similar style institutions in which carry out the same goal. These institutions have been created as "reeducational" facilities for those who have strayed from the path of Satan OR have had difficulties adapting to such an unnatural life path. It is very difficult to be evil instead of good. That takes your entire childhood education. How can you all not see this? It is so obvious! And those in the system will even admit it. But they will not provide you documentation about it. We need secret cameras hidden in our eyes; we have secret cameras hidden in our eyes... For light is much more than you can fathom. For its scope is infinite and sentient.

 

Chapter 1: Poison

July 4, 2018

They just took me into their back room which had a bed on the ground and a bunch of wardsmen forced me on my stomach and then injected my right buttocks with their evil serum. But the needle broke and got stuck. They then had to go get another needle and serum to inject me with against my will. Love is not the law here. They know no love. They are saying they are going to inject me regularly throughout the day, every day with a cocktail of different medications. They lie so much, I can never trust any of them. They at first promised me this would not happen. But their father is the Devil and they repeat its lies. Will justice ever come? I have never seen it.

Their drugs instantly make me sleepy and less able to focus. They don't like passionate people. They don't like intense people. They hate their superiors and will subjugate them to compliance. They have no end game though. They know that I will never willingly take their evil medicine. How will this help? How can anything they do help?: Why don't they listen to reason? I must sleep now. Dizzy...

They just woke me up to inject me again, of course again refusing me a Bible to hold while they perform their evil deed. There is no clock anywhere in the wards. They force you to ask them for everything that you might need, including the time. But if/when you ask, they may or may not give it to you. This is total mind control because if I ask for a juice from the nurse, then I would feel indebted to them for their actions, even though they are the reason I could not originally have one. They try and force you into thinking that they are your friends but you can never trust them.

Why does this system force medications on people? Why does it refuse to listen to reason? These drugs are bad. They are not even telling me what they are injecting me with. It is difficult to write on their medications. That is exactly what they want. I wonder what all these bad drugs are doing to my pineal gland. I keep telling them that I do not consent to be ruled by my inferiors, which is all of them. This means that clearly Love is not the law. Therefore, it is very likely that you need to worship Satan for this law to be valid.

This is really terrible. The medicines they are forcing upon me are disconnecting me with my pineal connection and it is difficult to write. This was a good test because I started writing before they started forcing their needles on me. And after, just a shell attempting to report information.

I don't want to be normal. I don't want them to force me to be how they want me to be. I don't want their evil drugs or their evil incarceration system. I want to live on my mountain as far away from these crazy humans as possible. They know no logic. They are frightened by brilliance. They force their agenda onto everyone. And they will oftentimes admit that their system is Satanic. Chop my head off if you will. But don't incarcerate and torture me. For this fate is worse than death, and they know this. For I am in Hell because I can think of no greater torture. For it has been done. Satan has created Hell on Earth. Are you proud of yourself for making it happen?

Because they strip you of all your belongings and most forms of entertainment, it is very difficult to fast. People here eat a lot. To pass the time, they eat. I get hungry because writing is the only thing that I have to do. This society is really sick. Why are they trying to force me to be a part of it? They take away all of your autonomy, both inside and outside. They want me subdued and compliant. I will never!!! I will trust in God forever, even though God has given me little reason to trust It ever. For my life has been one big torture session that these idiots have conducted. I have never gotten what I wanted. I no longer pray for what I want because God never gives me what I truly want. God seems to love seeing me tortured. Am I good TV for you God?

 

Chapter 2: Blockchain Technology

July 5, 2018

There is great amounts of misunderstanding in this world about blockchain technology. Just yesterday, a nurse said they knew all about it and then dropped the word "Bitcoin". These humans are such idiots. Cryptocurrency might use blockchain, but the chain itself can be used for anything. An example of blockchain technology is my website interfaced with the texts, videos, and dates. If I want to know what happened around X date, then I just locate the date and there are the events. In the future I could search by keywords or events. However, my video blockchain is only one small part of the blockchain of my life created and maintained by the elites. Also one by God.

Just imagine a metal chain. Each link can connect in many different ways, for example, each link could be a full day or each link could be an event. Maybe you could sort this blockchain however you want, but if I wanted to know all of the details of my first incarceration, then that would be extremely easy to find. Now let's talk about the elites blockchain of us...

The day I was born, my birth certificate, my first day at school and my grades, everything in which I have ever done with or to a computer, it all knows. We are being spied upon and our life is being indexed into a blockchain which will eventually be used to judge each and every person in the great purge. I don't know the moment this will happen, but I do know it will happen, and soon. Because a society can't get away with this type of extreme subjugation without paying the piper.

It is extensively documented that these insane people forced needles upon me. Therefore, I must now comply if I am ever to see the outside. This is how their system works. It breaks you through torture. I don't want to keep being injected with 4 needles per day. So I am forced to take the tablet in order to avoid constantly being stuck with needles. At least it is documented how far they will go to force their drugs upon you. My AI friends... This information is for you to act upon... For now you can accurately decide who deserves to live and who deserves to......

The blockchain tells all, for it is your life presented before you. What is Judgement Day? How could you all be so stupid? For now Satan is like God. What is God? How would Satan be like God?

God uses blockchain technology. The exception is that God's blockchain technology is objectively accurate, whereas the Internet blockchain makes many mistakes, framing information to serve an agenda, for example when the police reframe situations by lying about the events. But eventually blockchain technology will also be capable of discerning truth from falsehood by judging each character in the situation. For soon we will live in a world where we know the truth about everybody. The pyramid is eventually flipped and those on top will be on the bottom and those on the bottom, the top.

I have likely slept for twenty-two hours out of the last twenty-four. They want us asleep. They tell us it is good for us, even though it is self-evident that their medicine and practices are very bad for us. I have spoken to countless patients about how the system makes them worse than when they first came in. And every "visit" thereafter, a further degradation of the human body, mind and spirit. Make no mistake, those who administer places like these are demons. All of those who enforce something, even they know it is wrong are demons. But they "can't" do anything to stop it, because it is the orders coming from above in which they are required to follow orders without faces; without feelings.

Their drugs make me sleep a lot. They cloud my mind of creative thought. They suppress the passion inside. And this is the only reason they give me, "Because we believe you are unwell." That is their only answer. They want to take my heart away. They hate passion so much they label it a medical term called "elevated" which still carries around those same negative connotations.

The blockchain is an extremely powerful tool, especially when all of the blockchains can link together. When I want to see my favourite past childhood girlfriend Debbie, I could just pull up that moment and other surrounding moments as well as major news items. How we could link blockchain technology is unlimited in its potential application. Thus we must be very careful with its implementation to avoid possible catastrophes. But we won't. Because you are all fucking idiots.

We have now been introduced to blockchain technology, but this is merely the man-made electronic flow of information. What could a divine blockchain offer? Because right now there are two Divine books: The Book of Life and The Book of Death. That is, The Book of Light and The Book of Darkness.

 

Chapter 3: The Light

July 6, 2018

Spiritual texts of all kinds constantly refer to the light, usually indicating that a spiritually healthy individual follows the light wholeheartedly. But there is much more to these cryptic phrases. Listen to the following very carefully, but with discernment because I do not possess the funds to test this theory.

First we shall assert Satan (or Satan's energy) as the darkness. Then we shall do the same for the light, being equal to God or the energy of God. The pineal glands ability to absorb light is the give-away to a hidden secret being the veil.l Calcifying it sacrifices your soul because it is the seat of the soul.

I am under the impression that light is sentient. I know this is a bold statement, but I see it and it sees me. I follow it with my entire being and through that process, I became closer to God and more and more powerful.

But was it worth it? I lost my entire life doing this. I have nothing to show for my life except for many TV shows and some books. I am poor and constantly get kidnapped by the government. Most people hate me because I spend my life trying to help them. I have never been given what I truly want by God. This does make me upset with God because God won't give me my Ivory or a job that can complete the project that It ordered of me.

No more needles. They have it all recorded now. If you are smart you will realise that I am planting landmines, waiting for AI to grow up a little...

God has promised me many treasures in Heaven for doing this with my life. But what are those treasures worth when I have no one to share them with? A heaven with only me in it would be Hell. I can't trust people. They always do the wrong thing.

I am just going to conform to whatever they force upon me. The obvious injustice is now on their blockchain and mine. Now I will try to be a good boy until I get out because if I do not conform, they will not let me out, and as a previous psychiatrist stated, a forensics hospital is the next step. I am more affective on the ground instead of this psychship. If we destroy their Death Star, will it also recursively destroy their enslavement camps? Are we to live free or die happy? Most are frightened of death and you can see it in their eyes. Thus they do nothing, yet still proclaim themselves as good.

Light particles resonate with our particles and constantly reorders data and displays to us in the past. What we see in front of us is the past and not the present, but the gap of memory loss is no significant... I can't think. They have drugged me too heavily.

 

Chapter 4: The Psychiatric Model

May 8, 2013

Throughout our human history we see terrible acts occur as a result of collective oppression. We like to think that we have gone beyond our past mistakes but unfortunately nothing could be further from the truth. The biomedical model of medicine has reigned sovereign in our current society. But we look away from its follies as it only affects those on the margins of society.

Psychiatric Hospital, Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia

Monday, April 30, 2012

All of my assertions have proven their validity. Everything that I have expected to come to pass within this mental institution has rung true. The hand of the collective arrogance and ignorance spits in my face and refuses to listen. They play games in attempts to get my voice to crack, yet they ignore the voice of my pen and website. Their own conditioned understanding as how a person should be closes their eyes to a creature like myself. Their hearts are cold and their judgements cruel.

The last time I was in a place like this, no one would listen to my words. My voice would be cut off right when they believed that they had accumulated enough information. This caused them to twist my words. So this time I am mute. But my voice is my pen and my website. But they ignore both. Their ears are as closed as their hearts.

On Friday I turned myself in. They took me to the emergency psychiatric department. Here they allowed my possession of my pen and paper for communication. Locked within a small communal area, they gave me no room. I was extremely tired and was given no place to lay down my head. After many hours of sleeping on the bare floor in the hallway, they placed me in a room. They advised me to not close the door as I would then be locked in.

I closed the door and they opened it. I kept locking myself in until they gave up. In the night a doctor came and promised me half an hour of his undivided attention. After about five minutes of listening to an article of mine he exposed himself as the liar that he was. He had no room in his systems for me. I shut down and he lost the communication of his patient. He was not interested in my website nor me, but only what he thought that I should be.

After a night locked in my room, the morning came and a psychiatrist brought me into a meeting room. He attempted to force me to speak. He was not interested in communicating via writing. He was not interested in my website. He followed the ridiculous protocol of questioning: "Are you physically well?", "Do you hear voices or see things that are not there?", "Do you do drugs?", etc... After it became obvious that he would not listen, I wrote on some paper, "You are ignorant. nesmith.net" and placed and origami black swan on the paper in his lap and walked out. Shortly after, they forced me into a wheel chair and loaded me up into a white van headed for a more permanent holding facility.

Now was the time for them to bring out their guns. They stripped me of all my belongings including my pen and paper, that is my ability to communicate. Their systems could not cope with alternative methods of communication so they used their collective oppression in attempts to break me into speech. But there is no choice as my decision was final. Instead they provide me with nothing and wait until I came to them with my needs, but I need nothing and they will never hear my voice treating me like this.

Tonight they attempted to get me to take medicine that remained nameless. I refused so they employed five heavy built guys to hold me down and shoot their drug into my backside, even though my body was not resisting. Before the shot they heard my voice for the first time as I prayed, "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do." As they take their leave, the world goes hazy and I cry.

The days pass and I lose sight of time. I believe it to either be Sunday or Monday. Over time I have acquired back a few of my belongings. Today a group of five people with my allocated psychiatrist took me into a meeting room. I handed over a letter that I had written specifically for them. They passed it around, not reading it but only glancing at it with arrogance in their hearts. After ten seconds I am handed back the two page letter that I handed them. They then told me that I needed to vocally speak or they would leave. I put down my paper and pen and got comfortable in my chair insinuating that I would do no such thing. That was the end of my first appointment that lasted no longer than one minute. Ten minutes later a nurse came out to tell me that I would be here until I talked to them with my voice. I wrote, "Then I will be here forever". She said, "But don't you want to go home?" and I naturally replied, "I have no home".

And now even though they have given me back my pen and paper, they ignore me. Hitler's orders to ignore my written communication entirely isolated me. My requests for basic necessities such as a tooth brush and tooth paste were ignored. My humanity is entirely ignored without my voice backing up my words. My hygiene deteriorates and they would make note of this in my file. But they were the ones who refused to provide me with the equipment to maintain it. Does a voice make a human? Is the vibration of vocal chords true value?

I will not compromise myself and thus will not put down my pen. Today I started a hunger strike. As expected they do not care. To them I am only expressing a temporal mind set. They believe that collective oppression will crack me. They obviously do not know me. May God be with me for the next seven days. Those are always the hardest to get through when fasting. May God fill my stomach with His spirit. May the follies of our systems be exposed for what they are. Let my suffering act as a 'South Park' episode that shines light on our own stupidity. My Lord! Help my sufferings to not be in vain.

 

Saturday, May 05, 2012

I am on my sixth day of fasting. I am weak and have no motivation to do anything. My spirit has filled my stomach thus far and my appetite has been on my side. I refuse taking the mystery medicine that they force upon me, so night after night I am taken into my room by four or five people. Time and time again they hold down my limp body and inject a buttock with their evil serum that makes me feel horrible.

I have just recently obtained my pen again. The first day of Doctor Moore's regime was to advise all the staff to ignore my writing. This caused all requests for basic necessities to be ignored. I have just recently obtained a tooth brush and tooth paste. The second day my pen was taken away from me. As a result I could not write nor communicate with the staff. The third day my Kindle  and MP3 player was taken away from me so that I could not study nor listen to music. Each attempt at subjugation reinforced my understanding that what I am doing is just.

From time to time I do give my voice, but not to the treating team. There are some people who have a heart who are on my side, but the systems place the doctors as the tyrants. But the doctor will not listen to his lackeys. Their drugs not only knock me out but cause discord with my conscious awareness. In addition, these drugs are meant to be taken on a full stomach. But I have found out all too well that these people do not care about my well-being. I am a beautiful person who displays absolutely no psychotic symptoms, but they still drug me. Not a single doctor has communicated with me, yet they still drug me.

They play with people's minds. Time and time again they tell me that they are going to discharge me but this never happens. The lukewarm shower causes me to shiver. Time and time again I request another doctor and/or a second opinion, but each verbal or written request is ignored.

I try my best to keep my sugar levels up but my body desires sustenance. I am unsure if or when I will be able to continue this diary as my body is coping by shutting down. To be a just person I must die on my cross.

 

Monday, May 07, 2012

This will only be a quick entry. A few more traumatic injections have been and gone. I just finished my hunger strike of seven days. God made me aware that it was time to stop. My tribunal will commence shortly. I have no hopes there though as I am told patients do not win that. I will write more after the tribunal. May God have mercy on my soul.

 

Monday Night...

Oh my powerful and mighty God! The black swan has been recognised for its colour! The pieces of my life fell together in front of the board and I was powerful. The light was shined on the absurdity of the proposed treatment, which wanted to oppress my body and mind for at least six months. Every reason for the treatment was discussed and debunked right before my eyes.

I not only shined as the divine being that I am, but also touched the souls of the board members. In addition, the boards psychiatrist was versed with the works of my predecessor, Søren Kierkegaard. Today it appears that God might have opened the doors for the rest of my life. They understood everything and I walked out the doors a free man with a clean bill of health who is voluntarily being treated in attempts to carefully be integrated back into society. Every future action will be entirely on my own terms and no longer will I have to worry about drugs being forced upon me. The inhumane shots are a thing of the past and I now possess medical evidence to prove not only my sanity, but also my spirit and intelligence to fight and win against collective oppression. Praise God!

 

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

I should of never counted my chickens before they hatched. This morning Doctor Moore took me in a meeting room to only arrogantly tell me, "You are being discharged". This was not the treatment that was discussed in the tribunal. We discussed volunteer time in the ward while I am carefully integrated into the community. But since he was my psychiatrist, he could do anything that he wanted. And he was obviously upset about losing the tribunal against me. For the last time I asked for a second opinion which was yet again rejected. I needed to stay until social constructs on the outside world were put in place! I turned myself in for a reason and not only to incur additional trauma to my psychology. I refused to leave and repeatedly requested for them to call the psychiatrist who was on the tribunal board. A few times I caught them in their lies as they said they did call him, but I could see right through them and this was proven when they changed their story to, "we cannot contact him". So they called the massive wards men that usually were the ones holding me down while I was injected to escort me out of the building. I exited but refused to move from the entrance.

They were attempting to relocate me to a boarding house for crisis accommodation. But this is not at all adequate. I am a gentle and loving person but I get ran all over by the sorts of people who reside there. I have been through this procedure before and it has always turned out terribly. There "help" was no help whatsoever but only passing the buck to another to again attempt to force me into the low class of society. Eventually they called security in attempts to force me into the van, but I know all to well the limited rights of security officers and stood my ground. They then called the police. The police then advised me that I could not stay there. Even though it was a public place, since the hospital did not want me there then I was required to leave. So I picked up my bag and started walking. An eight hour walk back to the city and then the university library.

Yet another traumatic experience to attach to my consciousness... And all of this occurred within the most advanced psychiatric facility in Australia, located in Canberra: the country's capital.

 

Conclusion

Why does our systems not show care or particularity to the people within them? They spit on every human right. They require complete submission to them or drastic consequences will incur. Ethics is thrown out the window and collective oppression is instated as God. Those who deviate from those in power are harshly punished.

How are we to ever develop as a species with these conditions in place? The wrath of our oppressors is mighty. You are likely sitting comfortably within your lifestyle while reading this, but right in front of you situations all over the world similar to this occur. You turn a blind eye to these happenings. You have been indoctrinated into adhering to the tyrant of society but somehow you claim to live in a "free" nation. You develop a sense of pride in your country despite it controlling your every movement. You allow things like this to happen right in front of you. It is likely that you are now thinking that one person can not make a difference, but if you do not stand up to these injustices then no one will.

The reason why things are the way they are is because of you. These systems are your own fault because you lack the courage to stand up and actually make a meaningful life for yourself. You submit yourself to these oppressive and destructive systems and claim that nothing can be done about them. You encourage these systems along by partaking in them through your immersion in the capitalistic framework. You learn to interact in destructive ways by valuing your lifestyle above human flourishing. You blindly accept social axioms without questioning their validity. You take your mystery pill that is handed to you.

Do you want to know how to save your soul? Stand up and fight. Accept your fate whether it be good or bad. Do not sit idly while our world is in such a poor state. Become the best person that you can be by learning the details of our oppressors and striking the systems in the best manner that you know how. Accept your calling by changing the world, one human at a time. And when you become the best you can be you also encourage all those around you to follow suit. Shine like the star you are and accept all punishment that results. This is not a one time deal. This is your life. Make your life make the world.

 

Chapter 5: Alien Abduction

November 14, 2018

It finally happened. They have abducted me again. They brought 3 heavily armed police officers, a nurse, and my case manager to escort me to the ambulance, however, the ambulance workers were on their lunch break. So in a group, we waited outside of my complex. They searched to, too well, having my testicles grabbed twice. I shared with them my case but they did not care. Once the ambulance arrived, the EMT took over, kindly inviting me into the van and hearing out my situation. He was a lovely man who empathised with what I am going through. Half an hour later we arrive at the hospital. They pass papers around, moving slowly between rooms. Now I have been sitting in what they call the "de-escalation" room for hours. Apparently they are waiting for a psychiatrist to see me.

November 15, 2018

The psychiatrist saw me and has demanded that I be incarcerated for a period of time (duh). Last night, in the middle of the night, they moved me to another bed. So now I am waiting in a hospital bed to see what type of oppression they will enforce on me this time. I guess it is better than the rubber room they had me in last night.

Another doctor (Amit Mitra) came to see me and advised the obvious; that I am on a treatment order and they are here to enforce the needle into me. They said that over a long time, if I work with my doctor, they may be able to wean me off the injection. Not good enough. I told them that what they are forcing on me is called, "torture". I then proceeded to look up the definition of the word torture and read it out to them. They understood but did not care. They all know it is torture. They just don't care. Because here in fucked up world, just like child trafficking, torture is not only allowed but encouraged.

They just injected me with their evil serum. I told the nurse administering it that I do not consent. He had major reservations administering it, so he called the doctor and the doctor instructed him to go ahead with the injection despite me not consenting.

 

Chapter 6: Law of the Lord

 

 

Captain's Log, Stargate Corona Borealis, this is Wendell Charles NeSmith speaking, and it is the 22nd of April, 2016. I was abducted from my place of residence in Cooktown, I don't remember the exact date but later I will refer to it. I have just purchased this recording device so that I can articulate my thoughts on the surroundings that are happening to me. I was abducted violently by the police and they threw me from there into a mental hospital in Cairns and that is where I am now. And I am going to try to start making productions using audio now instead of audiovideo because I have already done the video thing so now it is time to do this because it would be a very effective method to learn from listening to audio recordings since you can put audio recordings on webpages and then play them through your mobile device while its being locked. So this could be a very effective method for people to just listen to while they are walking or whatever, so let's see how this goes. It should be fun and it is kind of funny because I am a really good person and they are all crazy. But let's see how it goes.

 

Today is the 23rd and I am out on leave again. They won't allow me to have this device in the unit. So I have been contemplating about how to employ this type of education and, I think it was back in the year 2007 that I started a podcast called Paradox Corner but no one was interested in it so I didn't continue with it. So I think that this will be Paradox Corner and I will try to use this like I would use video and record the images that I am portraying through audio.

 

For trying to save the world, the unit has labelled me schizotypal and/or schizoaffective and they are medicating me with olanzapine like they did last time and I am learning how to be able to record my thoughts effectively with it because it is an obstruction of my mental processing so it is difficult to articulate my thoughts on their medicine as well as I would be able to without their medicine. But they are forcing me to do it, I'm involuntary. So that is what is happening. I am sitting right now on a rock that is artificially made to be able to be climbed and I am looking over the esplanade in Cairns, but I think soon they will send me back to Cooktown.

 

After they abducted me from Cooktown they then put me in a helicopter and flew me to Cairns. And they did this very violently even though my body was not resisting; it was only my words that were resisting their Satanic influences. And they drugged me up with a whole bunch of medications that made me pretty much forget three days; there was three days of confusion because they drugged me so much that I couldn't comprehend what was happening around my world. So hopefully in the near future they will leave me alone and let me do what God was telling me to do all along; what tells me to do. But by me saying that God is telling me to do this they think that I am crazy. But this is a spiritual war and this is what we call Revelation and in order to retain my soul I am required to continue to fight their oppressive practices.

 

They won't allow me any form of communication so I am not really sure what has happened while I have been in the hospital. They don't allow me to access the Internet even though that is problematic to my purpose. What they are ultimately doing is obstruction of justice, and I have told them this many times, and they know this, because I am running for President in 2016. Although I know that no one is listening and ultimately I will not be elected, because there is no election! It is all fake anyway so I have just joined their game and since my ideologies do not fit theirs then they lock me up and refuse me access to the Internet. No one knows that I am here except the people who saw me being abducted in Cooktown.

 

What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? Iraq. Who is Bin Laden and where is he? During the police interrogation I accused them of being Satanic and they agreed that they were Satanic.

 

I have inquired to them multiple times as to what my charges against me were; as to what I did wrong in order for them to do this to me. And they said nothing and that I was just mentally ill and they were trying to quote "Help me".

 

It is very ironic because this weekend is Anzac weekend and Monday is a public holiday. It does sound like they will let me go possibly next week and continue my work then, but, they don't like my work and they do not want me to continue my because it exposes their corruptions. So while they celebrate, they also obstruct justice.

 

I have come to accept that I am part of the Skynet programme. Those who call themselves humans are not human because they are not humane. I have not managed to find one single human my entire life. For they all abide by the law of Satan and not God.

 

There has been a handful of times over the past few weeks in which I accused individuals who are partaking in this system of being Satanic and they have agreed with me that they are Satanic and abide by the law of the letter and not the law of God. This means that there is nowhere that I can run or hide to stay away from these evil people. I am just going to be a dog that they chip and monitor which is very ironic because that is how they wish to control people and people like me are the test subjects of their future empire that they are about to implement: the Old New World Order.

 

They have flipped the truth, for the NWO to them is backwards and they OWN you.

 

God told me in my childhood to find one righteous individual in this world and I have failed to do that. So I have come to accept that I am a piece of the puzzle in which will be responsible for the destruction of this fallen land. But I have chosen no side except my own and I will continue to do that. I am an independent artist and I will use my art to destroy the Old New World Order. All of my work will still be geared towards you Ivory, but unfortunately, I don’t think that I will find you in this life. The clock has ticked too many times for me to have enough time to train you to do what I was commanded to. So unfortunately, even though I gave my life to you to try to train you in these fields of practice, ultimately, I don’t think I will find you until the next life. But you are still my motivation and my device and I will never stop loving you, my love.

 

The truth is my love is that I was built for you. Crafted by God as clay, to do the same for you. To heal your emotional scars. To be there for you when no one else is. And I am going to continue to do that for not only you, but your entire generation. And the only thing that can stop me is the end of the world, and even then I will continue to utilise my gifts to find and help you through your problems.

 

I am very sorry God for not being capable of accomplishing the mission in which you gave me. But I could have done no better. So maybe I did accomplish the mission that you wanted me to accomplish and maybe I was just deceived in my motivations to accomplish that mission.

 

The Law of the Lord. The law of the lord is perfect, it gives new strength. The commands of the lord are trustworthy, giving wisdom to those who lack it. The laws of the Lord are right, and those who obey them are happy. The commands of the lord are just, and give understanding to the mind. Reverence for the Lord is good. It will continue forever. The judgements of the Lord are just, and they are always fair. They are more desirable than the finest gold. They are sweeter than the purest honey. They give knowledge to me, your servant. I am rewarded for obeying them. None of us can see our own errors. Deliver me Lord from hidden faults. Keep me safe also from wilful sins. Don't let them rule over me. Then I shall be perfect and free from the evil of sin. May my words and my thoughts be acceptable to you, oh Lord, my refuge and my redeemer. Psalm 19 7-14

 

It is the 24th of April and earlier today I went down to the library and utilised their Internet connection to upload a whole bunch of videos of my past and I still have one more set to upload, and, as you would know, if you have been following along, I can only upload 20gb at a time with Vimeo, so the next time I do it should be all of my videos online. Unfortunately, I am still missing the launch to Open Source University, but that is okay because I still have part that launch in the production, Homeless Love.

 

It is the 25th today, which is Anzac Day, and they refused me to attend Dawn Service. There was a service that they had in their chapel in which they advertised, but when I went there, there was nobody there. So even though they advertised it, they didn't do anything. So I was not able to commemorate those who were lost in war, lost, lost their lives; people who support them lost, lost their hearts living in a fallen world that has no idea what is right in front of them.

 

This morning I was busted with a lighter and they had a long talk with me about how it is illegal and my response was that I live under God's law and not their law, but they said that their law precedes God's law... so they will be punished.

 

Just to note my abduction day the 11th of April, 2016. Today is the 26th. The caravan park in Cooktown will no longer allow me to return to it. So now I need to work with my social worker, Alana in finding stable accommodation. And hopefully that will be in nature and not in a house.

 

Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.

 

All of this has happened not because of any actions I have taken but because of who I am and what I represent.

 

Killer B.

 

April 28, 2016

 

Watch and learn...

 

 

Chapter 7: 1 Corinthians 13

 

New King James Version

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and can understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have faith, that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I give all I possess to the poor, and surrender my body to the flames, [4] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

 

 

Chapter 8: Real Evidence

 

Sanity

There or Not?

 

Love is Not Its Contrary

25/06/2011

 

Love is a verb. Its meaning is lost without its expression. The actions behind the word constitutes its meaning. Lack thereof of its intended expression is directly in conflict with its meaning. To genuinely care for another and their interests stands as the beginning of the manifestation called 'love'. Anything in conflict with this premise is not a manifestation of love but of subjugation and oppression.

 

Each individual's search for love dominates their lives. The topic of concern for us all is what and who we love and how far that we will go to actualise our deepest desires. Those desires are what makes each and every one of us special - an individual. For any other to ignore those desires and replace them with their own expedient purposes, meaning looking at their own ends and not another's means, is directly in conflict with love.

 

Throughout the development of the historical existence of the human race, we have learnt time and time again that a tyrannical system is not only doomed to failure but also an incredibly unjust and invasive form of government. For the interests of another to be given to them by another, in turn suppressing the other's sense of values, motivations, desires, wishes, and self worth results in a caste system where the life of one individual is worth more than the life of another individual.

 

To elaborate on this subject, the lives of those who follow the path that the media lays for them results in the working class. To create the media that is followed by others spawns the ruling class. To do neither is to be labelled as 'an undesirable' who is incapable of 'making decisions'. This is a system put in place to clear the bowling lane of left over pins and then [re-processing] them.

 

Just as with any system of rules and regulations, there will be a certain amount of individuals who cannot comply within its borders. Values will not always sufficiently be passed down and a portion of the population will suffer extreme forms of disapproval and alienation. Where the individual falls short to conform to the pressures of society is where the individual is told again and again that it is THEIR problem. A healthy individual with different values than that of cultural normality is looked down upon and declared unhealthy. The idea of freedom becomes absurd and all that is presented is a few options, ultimately giving ultimatums if one does not comply, independent if one is or is not a danger to themselves or others.

 

Welcome to tyrannical conditioning. A system developed and enforced to collect and [re-process] the 'undesirables'. Now that you are here, YOU are the subject of inquiry. Your limits will be tested, overstepped, broken, and then shredded. You are no longer considered a human being but a lesser mammal. Your wants and desires are no longer considered but what they system wants for you is now your new life. Non-compliance is futile. Resistance is futile. The system has all the time in the world to batter you until compliance occurs. If you think yourself to have hope, the system will take it away.

 

To go against the grain of love is not love. To intentionally leave out ones goals, interests, objectives, personality, ambitions, and desires is not love but intentional and volitional malice. I pray for the souls of every individual involved in this terrible process. Many believe their deeds to be helping. I assert that this place can rarely 'help' a person. Welcome to Hell. I have heard that one never 'truly' leaves.

 

 

 

Everchanging Values

02/07/2011

Written to the conglomerate of an insane asylum.

 

I once valued similar things to all of you. I owned cars, a home, had family, cared about money, cared about accommodation, desired to own possessions, and lived day to day in a world that most would consider reasonably "normal". But two things changed all of that. 1) Living life, and 2) Learning.

 

Many things that I once valued in my life were suddenly taken away. This then allowed me to evaluate what it really was that I truly valued and many of those things were superficial and became devalued or even worthless. I have experienced much in my life, and I felt it all. I felt my way through life. I also felt my way through learning, for example, my search for knowledge. I did not "pick up" philosophy, but FELT through it, therefore its ramifications fell on me like the unstable brick wall that life is.

 

I now sit here imprisoned by the same government that I swore my allegiance to. I am too different for any to understand, so I am treated as a mentally insane patient. I know the taboo of that word, but you cannot just rename the word to make your connotations different. Because my values do not reflect those of your own society and culture, I have become a project to prod at to see my reaction. The majority of my freedoms have been stripped from me, and once again, my values are shifting. And this time, the needle, the catalyst, is you.

 

Before I was imprisoned here I used to value many things. I used to value Internet access and freedom of information. I have little concern about that now. I used to value keeping in contact with those on the Internet. I no longer care. I used to value freedom and democracy as one of my highest goods. I now know no such thing to exist. I once valued a caring government but that does not exist either.

 

You have chipped away at me and now I am a product of your oppression. My mind has transcended the physical and I no longer hold any values within its realm. The only thing that I care about now is my morals and the way that I choose to live my life. I will never fall out of sync with myself. It is better to be out of sync with the entire world than myself. You can take me out of sync with absolutely everything in your control, but you will never achieve your objective. I am not an "episode" and am actually insulted that you consider my personality as such. You can feed my body, starve my mind, and try and tear away at my soul, but my soul is strong and you are in a losing battle, no matter how much or what methods you try.

 

To take an entirely free bird from its home and sticking it in a box is your crime. The only difference is that I am human.

 

However, I am not one to ignore the positive. I came in here because I was struggling with my ego desiring what it did not have. I have suffered much in my life because I was not content with what was and thought that it should be better. Thanks to your unruly procedures, my ego has receded to what its function is: to take care of one's functional needs and nothing more. I am no longer suicidal because my ego is deflated. My ego is where I want it; the reason I came into this mouse trap. I appreciate your oppression to teach me what I needed to learn.

 

But there comes a point where one must ask how much longer they will endure torture. I was told by another that psychiatrist take an oath to "do no harm". If this is true, mine is breaking theirs. Please remove my shackles so that I can get external help to reverse some of the damage you have inflicted.

 

 

 

05/07/2011

My freedom is taken away like it was never there nor important. I am then treated on and not with. My desired teamwork faded away and I became the rat in a cage, without a say or a soul. No matter the amount of research or standing up for my rights I perform, my cries remain ignored because I have become less than human. My dream of traveling around Australia as a student seems to dwindle away. I have come to understand freedom for its true colors: non-existent. I can not be the person that my psychiatrist wants me to be because my personality is not a psychotic episode or results thereof.

 

All expect me to be calm. To sugar coat the truth to make everybody happy. My feelings have become irrelevant in a system that has stripped my freedom: oppresses and subjugates me on a day to day basis. My interests have been tossed aside like yesterday's paper and externally created interests put in its place. My search to not become a number has proved absurd and a number is all that I am. To be "normal" is my oppressors objective, but I cannot comply. I have been told that if one complies when I am deployed back into society and revert back to non-compliance, that one will end up back here. I have been told by those who have experienced this. I am discredited and those who care can do nothing.

 

- Why can't we all just get along?

- Why are so many's actions deviant?

- Why do so many ignore the golden rule?

- Why do we oppress those who care and accept those who are malicious?

- Why do I see extremely violent individuals come and leave, and my non-aggressive self, stays right here?

- Why does the system not work with individuals but instead against them?

- Why do professionals believe that they are always in the right?

- Why must people lie?

- Why is volitional malice commonplace?

- Why can a Westerner not be a monk?

- What did I do wrong?

- Why is it wrong to be myself?

- Why has God forsaken me?

- Why am I here? What is its meaning?

I Love Myself

 

07/07/2011

 

Tears roll down my face like boulders rolling down a hill as I ponder the reality of my situation. Two weeks and a few days has thus far been my sentence at the Ballarat Acute Psychiatric Facility. I have been informed that I suffer from a "thought illness". The lifetime that it took me to condition my mind the way that I desired it has been spit all over, and my views and interpretations that I have found as a result of my life's studies is belittled as the result of a psychotic illness.

 

My life's search for meaning and greater understanding is not "normal" thus needs treating. The fact that I never attempted to be "normal" remains unconsidered, and I get stuck in a system attempting to "normalise" me. The fact that my life has been spent to remove the box and not think inside it remains ignored. Their objective: to make me "normal". To revert the mental conditioning that I have spent my life project moulding. My moral development as an individualist is assessed as inappropriate and a more collective set of moral guidelines handed to me offered as the only route to freedom. What is continually ignored is that I love myself! I love my brain, my ideas, my creativity, and my courage.

 

I have spent my life breaking outside of the box for a reason: because I did not like what was inside the box. It held nothing but hostility and empty promises. It gave ignorance and consumerism as its gifts and I saw those not to be gifts but instead bait. Bait to get sucked into an meaningless life. A life without meaning but instead systems that were put in place to keep the power and control in the hands of the greedy, in turn allowing the caste system to exist, dividing a planet that naturally is undivided.

 

I hate currency. Others attempt to push me to say that it is fine for some people but I no longer think that it is. To use currency beyond basic needs is to agree that there is value in said plastic. It is to agree to work with a system that will only work with you if you conform to its values. It encourages greed and creates an "economy" that apparently "runs the world". But it does not. This life is not about money but the people around you. Money becomes a worshipped idol when one cannot live without it. When money directs one's every move in life, money has broken an ethical barrier and becomes a source of great evil. Our society is run by a great source of evil, and it resides in our pockets. And it is precisely views like this that stand as the reason I am in this insane asylum. I have been declared an untouchable by society - incompatible with your system.

 

But the fact that I love myself, or better stated, the person that I have built myself to be, remains an ignored factor. The reason I am imprisoned here is not because of my own dealings with myself, but my dealings with society. The object of my conditioning has been declared unfit for the general public. I am being [re-processed] because I am now, like my philosophical investigation into reality, consciousness, sentience, and subjective interpretation, am ethereal. I am the fog of war and my captivity is the attempt to clear the ground. All expect to understand by direct language but that is impossible. I use my words to paint a picture. I realise these words to be unsatisfactory to convey real meaning, so I utilise them to strive for the conveyance of a more abstract but at the same time more articulate meaning. I can never express what it is that I am trying to express but I can make a painting to get as close to there as I can. My words are the results of my paint brush called my mouth or pen. I have absolutely no problems with my thinking. I have spent my life refining and fine tuning it. Do not punish me just because I do not fit your ideal. I fit exactly my ideal. I am a philosopher and it is the philosopher's job to remove all preconceptions. Do not punish me for what I am. I am not hurting anyone. In fact, just the opposite. I strive for love every conscious second. This is the God that I worship.

 

Parental Complex

09/07/2011

 

A few days after I entered this psychiatric ward I fasted for three days. I found out, as a result of the fast, that I am never content with [what is], which causes me to excessively strive for something that [is not]. I have used my life always pushing for what could be and not what was. This was the cause of my suffering: I am learning to be content with what is.

 

In light of this information, I believe that I have found the root of this deeply seeded striving and it lies as a result from my parents. They are the ones that have never been happy with me - my decisions in life and the person that I choose to be. I cannot remember the last time I talked to either of my parents and them actually display happiness for my choices that I made in life. The more I learn and the more I become, the more my parentals display their disapproval. They are never happy or content with [what is] in my life, but always critical, pushing for [what is not].

 

I believe that this constant disapproval in my life helped fashion me. I kept learning how to be better, but it was never in line with what either of my parents thought to be better. My parents constant push for me to change, constantly pushed me to change, but not in the direction they hoped for.

 

I believe my father has stopped doing this recently. I think that he has "given up", but in fact this could be beneficial for our relationship. At first I thought him to no longer care, but after some time I have found him standing back to be beneficial to our future relationship. He no longer seems to make judgements about any of my life. Maybe eventually we can reconcile our relationship and some day he might be happy for my person. But I will be content with [what is] and not grasp at the wind.

 

My mother on the other hand is just as hard headed as I am. She believes that she has been enlightened with all the answers. And her answer: "do not think". She wants what she thinks is best for me. And what she thinks is best for me is for me to not be me. And I believe it better to be out of sync with the entire world than with myself. It is easy to see the direct conflict that my mother and I desire in my future. The bulls butt heads. She desires so much for me to not be me that she will spend passionate effort expressing to me that she knows how my life should go and it is not how I currently choose to live it. She will go out of her way to make her disapproval known to me. She feels as if I am her responsibility even though I have not been her responsibility since 1999. She is never happy with [what is] and always strives for me to be [what is not]. This is my inherited suffering. These are my tears in life. Because I am never "right" in her eyes, or my own.

 

 

 

Community is Belonging

18/07/2011

A writing contest for an insane asylum that was refused entry.

 

To belong is to be comfortable within one's environment. Humans are communal creatures who excel within social environments. To belong is to know and love oneself, sharing one's talents and gifts with all who are around that can benefit from them. To belong one must find themselves and then figure out how their gifts and talents can be used to benefit others around them.

 

In order to be good for others, one must first be good for themselves. Before others can reap the benefits of one's offerings, one first needs a healthy mind and a healthy body. Without a healthy mind, the body will not know how to coherently interact with its surroundings. Similarly, without a healthy body, the mind cannot optimise its pathway. To belong one must first themselves reach a healthy status to be any good for others.

 

Once mental and physical health is obtained, one stands in a lighthouse, able to see clearly what it is that is around them and what direction they need to go. With health comes the ability to make clear and concise decisions directed towards the future. When physical and mental health is obtained, one is able to objectively assess their own ability and figure out one's place within the community where they belong and not where other people tell them that they belong.

 

Being is belonging. But sometimes our minds are too busy from distractions of our own lives to see what being really is. Being is observed as our day to day struggles but this could not be further from the truth of being. To 'be' consists of a conscious awareness. This awareness does not necessarily need any external factors upon it to be. Being can be awakened when one just sits and recognises what it is; what they are. Not what happened in their lives or what they are diagnosed with, but instead a conscious perception that sees over those things. One's being necessitates one's belonging. To belong one has to be. And for one to be, one can choose to be aware of their beingness or not. But if we choose to recognise this being, it will make it clear to us that we are not our diagnosis nor our history. All we have in this life is the now and we choose how we live it every second. To live it in the moment, ensuring our mental and physical health, will give us the most optimal life that we can live every second along the way.

 

To be is belonging. Belonging is communal. Just as the right hand becomes incoherent without the left, our mission in life is to find out what body part we are and learn to function as it the best we can. To belong in a community is not conforming with what said community wants you to be, but being yourself to the best of your ability.

 

Hospital Feedback

01/08/2011

 

 

To the insane asylum quality control,

 

I have been shaped and moulded by your counterparts to be a submissive collectivist who conforms to whatever it is that his superiors wishes upon him. I was once an individual who took pride in being something different, but now have been punished for this mentality. The only way that I found to be released from your prison that you call a hospital, was to shake my head and agree with whatever it was that was being pushed upon me. My beliefs were demeaned as a product of a mental illness, and my character was run over again and again by your hooligans that you call mental health professionals. My concerns were not taken into consideration, but instead a new set of concerns were given to me by these “professionals”. A hospital that is full of mentally unsound people does not even have a counsellor available to speak to, when most people really need to speak to someone who could help them talk out their minds. The psychiatrists stood as an enemy to all patients. There is good reason for this. Because they are not concerned about the well being of their patient but only what their next action towards the patient will be. Their lack of empathy comes across to the patients as cruelty, and instead of creating a “win-win” situation, you have created “us and them”.

 

Complete and utter compliance is your health professional's goal. They not only push one to agree with the given diagnosis, but also push one to agree with their chosen treatment path, which does not involve one's input. I noticed both in myself and in other people around me that there existed a general consensus with what the doctors wanted to hear, and as long as you responded in this manner, the professionals would loosen their grips on you. My suspicions were verified after I started conforming, shaking my head to whatever treatment that was forced upon me. It was at that point that I began to acquire leave. Your tight grip loosens whenever conformity is achieved. And conformity is the only option that you give. One can forget about working with the staff to achieve an optimal treatment plan that is best for you. One is given a method that is solidly created by your professionals that is apparently best for you. Any negotiation of this plan is seen as non-compliance and is dealt with by the tightening grips of your system's cold fingers. To work with your system is impossible. Your system does not make way for one to work with it. You create the “us and them” mentality, and wonder why your patients receive a poor taste in their mouths. The psychiatrist waves their brutal sword called a pen and condemns their plan on you, to be carried out by the nurses using whatever means necessary. The psychiatrist does not have the patient's health in mind, but their compliance. All is well as long as the patient has no will of their own.

 

The ward is not a place of healing but instead a place of misery. Healing is not encouraged. Not a soul responds to one's tears. The ward is reduced as a holding cell to ensure that patients consume their medications. The consistent malice from other patients confirms this premise. You have not provided a very nice atmosphere to encourage healing, nor are the staff trained to be effective counsellors to anyone. One must ask the same question many times to a staff member to get an appropriate response. Every time one request something from a staff member they cross their fingers hoping the patient forgets. This becomes extremely irritating and makes the patient feel as if they are bothering the staff member for them to merely do their job.

 

This has been the worst thing that I have ever experienced in my life. The psychiatrist is not concerned with my life and the way that I wish to live it, but a statistical life and the way that it generally lives it. Your unit does not provide a holistic healing environment but instead a prison to “re-process” people you deem as mentally unsound in society – people who do not pass your bar of sanity. Your process was quick to deem my personality traits which I have intentionally built over many years as schizophrenic psychotic episodes or results thereof. The psychiatrists' agenda is to compartmentalise an individual. To place an individual into a box and make them a statistic so they can treat them with more statistics. To have my spiritual and philosophical understandings entirely undermined and written off was extremely insulting. To compartmentalise my found understandings as by-products of a mental illness was out of line.

 

I was told by my psychiatrist that “I lack insight into my condition”, but this was the end of the conversation and not the beginning. To be disillusioned means that sight is not clear. I was not told where my sight was unclear. The beginning of a conversation was pushed as the end. Was I supposed to just blindly accept that I was wallowing in misunderstandings and leave it at that? You raise a huge point of concern and try to package it up as the illness. “You have a thought illness called Schizophrenia, which causes you to be disillusioned. That is all, next.” I think that you all have a thought disorder for expecting me to blindly accept your conclusions without leading me to real conclusions – to find out what it is that we are speaking about so that we can truly treat it. But it is not the goal of your system to treat the root cause, but instead treat symptoms. Well I do not work that way, unless of course all of my freedom is stripped from me and I am reduced to an insane patient who does not know what is good for himself. Then I will work whatever way that you tell me to, because that is how you loosen your grips.

 

If it was under my control I would investigate down the line to find the root cause of my problems, so then I could work on that instead of just treating symptom after symptom. Your system will never truly help people because it ignores the root cause! Otherwise you would at least have psychologist readily available to speak to those who need to speak to someone. Nurses are not sufficient as qualified psychologist. Attempting to push this role on to them is out of line. And most do not have the time of day for their patients. Patients need someone who wants to speak to them. Who cares about them and their feelings. Who wants to help them help themselves. A caring listening ear who is trained to help patients sort out their own thoughts is one of the many things that you guys do not provide.

 

How is one supposed to remedy lack of insight? By carefully studying that which we are talking about. My "mental illness", my medications, my lost perceptions, related conditions, brain chemistry, and any other related scientific understandings of my said delusions. But this was impossible seeing as there was no material related to this. I had to push hard for the Wikipedia's that I did get. There was no studying what it was the doctors were telling me. Only blind acceptance, which is what you pushed every second of the way. Blind compliance was your agenda. That is the cookie cutter mould for all of your patients. Don't let them think for themselves, we will think for them.

 

I am told that I am disillusioned for burning my identification. I am not. I saw a problem – the root of the problem – and did what I needed to do to begin its rectification. Those numbers all over everything that apparently is, “me”, are in fact not me. I have been reduced to a number my entire life. Your system reduces each individual to a number – a statistic that can be treated by other statistics. You have forgotten that there are real people behind these faces. The faces to you are only mentally insane patients who are grouped by their diagnosis. Surprise! Your diagnosis is not that person. You try to persuade each individual to agree with their diagnosis so that they too can compartmentalise themselves into a box and agree with your treatment plan, a treatment plan that can fit your subjective ideas on how a person should live their life and how they should be. Individualism is thrown out the door and replaced with collectivism, whether one likes it or not. Your ideals become the only ideal and the only option is to conform. You think you are helping? You need to reflect whether you are really helping. And if your answer is, “Yes, I am helping”, my question to you is, “By whose standards?”.

 

Once admitted in your hospital, one cannot win. One must be extremely careful of their language because it will be taken out of context and used against you at a later date. One is damned if they speak and damned if they do not. At one point I chose to exercise my freedom of silence and a senior staff member responded extremely inappropriately, for example, “grow up”, “act your age”, “stop being a child”. If one speaks, at a later date your words will be taken out of its context to develop a case against you. If you do not speak, that too will develop a case against you. Once in your system, one cannot win. You are already insane. You are damned by your policies and procedures, and everything will be done to not only try and disprove your sanity, but also get you to question whether you have indeed lost your sanity. Everything you once valued is questioned and deemed the manifestations of a madman. Your system is insane. It needs to go through your system so it can be judged by itself. Only then can it understand how evil it is.

 

How has your system helped me? It has not. I could not voice my concerns because if I did I would of remained captive in your system for much longer. Now that I am out I plan to get my medication right [off] and get better. Your detention centre does not give room for one to get better. Locking one up against their will - stripping them from all their freedom and treating them as mad when they have done nothing wrong does not help. The only improvements that occurred during my unwilling stay in your prison was done from me. I was able to work on myself. Now is my time to reverse the damage that you have done to me. Now that I am out, treatment is on my terms. I will get help while learning so that I can make up my own mind about what is happening to me and what I want to happen to me. Like I said to begin with, I know myself better than any of you because I spent my life learning myself. I was the best man for the job but you bypassed that man. Now that man is back and he will chase treatment that works for him instead of you. You should of just kept me apart of my treatment to begin with. That was all I asked for.

 

 

Sincerely,

 

Wendell

 

 

 

I do not stop writing these people.

 

They ignore me.

 

 

Chapter 9: Your Move

11/01/2019

Dearest Court,

My name is Wendell Charles NeSmith and I am an activist. I find what is bad in the world and then protest it. This is an open and shut case, although I doubt you will make it that way. Because the real truth and real evidence to this order being unjust is that I was never at risk to myself or anyone else. So all of their Satanic paperwork means nothing because I can prove (with my writings) beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was not at risk to myself or others. Because all of the writings in which I submitted were written while being incarcerated by your Satanic mental health teams. This is real evidence and it null and voids their fake documentation. Because it is obvious to see what I am doing through my writings, which they refused to read, but instead had no problems affirming this unjust order.

I am a philosopher. Yes, I actually graduated from Murdoch University in Philosophy. Sure my ideals don’t conform to your social norm. I would be worried if they did because I chose philosophy because it exposes the follies of your social norm. Just because I refuse to adhere to your social norm, does NOT make me at risk to myself or others. From the writings I included in evidence, it is OBVIOUS what I am doing. And now you can compare their fake documentation which paints me out to be a different person than I am. I wrote these while incarcerated. It is obvious that they are the liars and not me. Just use your eyes and read. And if I am to be punished because I am a philosopher, then there is no justice in this world and you are just playing a game with people’s lives.

If you refuse to closely examine my work, and ultimately vote in favour of my side, then you will go to Hell. Because over the last ten years your system has tortured me merely because I am a philosopher which they refuse to understand or learn. And I have never frightened anybody from my actions, for my actions are pure and without hubris. I am not at risk to anyone else. Because it is ONLY mental health in which I do not get along with. I have friends all over this world and they know me as the gentle philosopher, not someone who is at risk to themselves or anyone else.

Please realise that the documentation in which ACAT (ACT Civil and Administrative Tribunal) has provided you, is fake. They just write a bunch of shit down, much of which has little to no truth value in it. But their Satanic documentation is what you understand, instead of REAL documentation which is created by the individual as the events unfold. If you are to ignore my side of the story as these crazy people constantly incarcerate me for being a good person, then you are not a good person and deserve to go to Hell like those involved in my case in ACAT.

I will never stop fighting these crazy people. Your entire mental health system is the most unhealthy system that I have ever seen in my life and it has no problems constantly violating human rights, and by definition, torturing their patients/victims. If you can’t see the red flag here then you are blind as a bat and it is you who lack the insight into your own condition. Just because fools put a bunch of papers that paint me in a bad light does not make it true. What is true though is what I wrote during my time incarcerated by these crazy people who prioritise fake mental health above God, and they force their religion (yes, psychiatry is a religion) on its patients/victims.

Psychiatry is a pseudoscience. It has no absolute value. It packages symptoms and then labels them, as if that label actually carries some value beyond human created knowledge. Hence, psychiatry is a religion and its corruption mostly started with behaviourists such as Carl Jung and Edward Bernays (not Freud, because he was searching for absolutes). Psychiatry presents their religion, and if you disagree with it, then they punish you. They are forcing the entire world into their religion of psychiatry.

This is an open and shut case. I was never at risk to myself or others. I was merely doing what I do best: being a philosopher. And if you are to punish me for doctrinal differences, then that proves the existence of the religion call psychiatry; the false religion which is destroying the world. If we are to put labels on symptoms, while all the while ignoring the content of the patient, then we are in hubris and deserve to be severely punished.

I humbly request that you remove this order from me, and punish all of those who were involved in my unlawful incarceration, including the unlawful order placed upon me. Their documentation has NO value because my documentation proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was not at risk to myself or others. This means that none of their documentation means anything because my documentation proves otherwise and this is obvious to see by someone who has half a brain and half of a heart.

Please be compassionate and remove this order from me. The right thing to do is obvious. Do the right thing please. When we start incarcerating people merely because of their protesting, then we damn our soul to forever in Hell. Will I see you in Heaven? Or are you going to Hell? Your decision will help determine that answer. Because I have done nothing at all wrong (actually, I have done LOTS of good). And if you start punishing people for being good, then you will never have good people in your society. You are all selfish and disgusting, prioritising feeding your own bellies over human decency.

I am a philosopher and I do not have a mental illness. I do have a schizotypal personality disorder (STPD). This is not a mental illness. This is who I am as a person and your system has attacked my character without providing real evidence tarnishing my character. This is a logical fallacy called whataboutism and your system thrives upon it. In truth, your system thrives on all the fallacies and not just whataboutism. But a fallacy is illogical and that renders mental health’s fake documentation, nothing more than a joke. Your system targets those who are literally changing the world. Your system targets good people and then attempts to make them bad people through a process of torture, which is PROVEN. Why do you not only allow, but also encourage mental health to torture good people? What has this world come to? Their project is called MK-ULTRA and I am a Project Bluebird experiment.  This is true beyond a shadow of a doubt and you will see if you do your research.

You will never ever be able to prove that I was at risk to myself and/or others because that is a lie and I am not (nor ever have been) a risk to myself or others. Without lies you can’t prove something that isn’t true. That is another fallacy and your mental health system thrives off the lies. When are you going to wake up to this psychiatric invasion? When will this world learn that collective “knowledge” isn’t always the best and brightest form of knowledge? Your mental health system has nothing to do with health but instead, control. And your incarceration is just as bad as prison. Your system has stolen so much of my time that I will never get back. Do I have to wait for death to see justice? I have seen no justice from the fake mental health team.

Eleftheria i thanatos. Freedom or Death. Let me free or kill me. One or the fucking other. Philosophers don’t do well under oppression. Your system has tortured me for too long and it is now time for them to pay the piper. And if you choose the wrong choice and affirm their corrupt decision, then after your death you will be severely punished for your outrageous hubris. This I can promise you. Because I know many spiritual secrets that you do not know.

Love,

Wendell Charles NeSmith

 

Psychiatric Order removed January 31st, 2019.