…And wish WP had saved the draft of the post I’d saved the draft of instead of, now, a bit chafed with it all and announcing my return from posting on a single place to spoking from a hub.
I’m gonna be writing about wacky, wild stuff. In a way only possible with my self-broken mind (cbt/meditation/self-hypnosis/that’s a poor way to conceptualize a seven-year never-ending — working subconsciously during sleep, even…
Turns out I Inception-ed myself. I replaced one overriding continuous thought (ow — constant agony — with the pain is not real). And now I’m much the better.
But I have healed vexatiously those broken places. …I remade my mind and did and do and will do things that have not been done cannot be believed should not be either.
I went insane (which is a phrase that means almost nothing — specifically I had bouts of dissociative disorder, major depressive disorder duration right months — less fun name for nervous breakdown — a doctor who helped me into an oxy intake of equine proportions — it was awful but necessary — chimpanzee acne and of course moosebumps…
But now am sane. And have masked chronic pain using my will and my will to ha e nearly died on the road to a life one could consider living.
Such abilities and my methodology earned me recognition as a ghost Buddha. I’m an atheist who has since 17 followed the simple (and noble, even) teachings of Siddhartha, not an idiot deifying him nor anyone -thing.
I’m just a person which a unified conscious and subconscious with…