Beginning of Seventeen and 911! (14)
In short the world of make believe, was the High Counsel. The High Counsel those three guys were guiding my actions down on earth. Well, what you call the earth. For all of this is a facsimile of my own making. And I am deep under the cover. As a normal man with a normal family complete with wife and loyal spirit dog, named Max.
Reams will be written on Brooke and Max and how they together in the "Spirit World" changed the way things went in the real world. It was all done and could not be undone while the second of many hospital stays. And the devil runs the planet. "And he ain't for around here." Mytris Dyson would say many many times. "It is real John the devil or Satan and his people like the changes you are making." John's inner voice as a kid. John loved Cowboys and devil movies. This was a grand collaboration of both.
"In the beginning was the word." Brooke read to me every morning. When I was 17 I was a "cheeky bugger" as Ricky Gervais would say, he would be full of wit and vigor about Bipolar people. Even it is as serious as being in a mental hospital for a spell.
To cast a spell takes work. And MAA had his roots in black magic. And it's where black magic took off in the young lad. John Kincade was a young lad and loved magic. All kinds of magic including black magic. MAA took alot of his ideas from the younger John. He read from John One every morning and by night was trying overtly to talk to his dear friend, the devil. By night. The devil by night was all John the younger version of MAA really cared about. Talking to the undead or the devil which ever came first. It would have taken fifty two minus 17 years to talk to Satan himself. That was a pleasure and was talked about earlier. When MAA was possessed for 32 minutes or there bouts. The sense of no tomorrow existed in the Hospitals. No one in there was talking about tomorrow or when you get out language. They were just keeping you in the present state. The present state is where MAA and John Kincade loved it the most.
"My real name is John." John would tell Brooke of his youth or back then her name was Eve. She changed her name to protect herself for the future. Or so John was told. His mind plays tricks on him. The brain loves John and plays tricks on MAA and the rest of the personalities. Being Bipolar is not what you decide to become it just takes hold of you and never lets go. The 'meds' are the only thing or weapon against the condition. It is a condition that will never fully leave me or John or MAA and of course my true love...mania. Yes, it was a love affair and being seventeen made it even more seductive. Being nine and then seventeen in my memory also made it so plain and unique.
When I was seventeen. It takes a life or there own the words. Seventeen. Claims some sort of victory. Some sort of nonsense word that means the flavor of the future. The future in the eyes of victory over being Bipolar. Victory is what I claim for against mental illness. Well you can keep it at bay but final victory is probably a myth. Seventeen was an age like nine where story telling and all it's fixin(s) are in deed serious. Youth adds elegance to the nature of life. Bipolar adds nostalgic nonsense over and over. There is no way you can do or claim to do what you can't really have a solution. I was told when I was fifty two that this should be a young person problem. But young people get old, my friend. There just plain get old. And what you had a bay will indeed get ya.
Seventeen was a day log remembered. It was like toiling in a fancy wedding dress. Ya looked good but we all know things are not right, up stairs. I am talking more Mytris Dyson like when I was seventeen. Fact remains when you are a young lad this is the time to take stock of your life. Not when you are fifty two and in a mental ward for the third auspicious time. The rewards of youth is you have time to correct what it going on. John was that kind of guy. Ready to go out and face the world.
I mean Brooke was ready. I was just being taken for a ride. And a beautiful ride it is and was....the Bipolar ride. Nothing compares to it, nothing compares.
Time marches on for all, including the Bipolar.
"Baby, your were seventeen once? I would to loved to have seen it?" Brooke announced in her happy state.
"You did baby, already. You have been with me from the beginning in another form outside in the "real world" of the sci fi doings and goings on. She was my second wife. On my Mytris Dyson travels. John Kincade may be my real name but I will always be the Space Cowboy or my life.
"Just like Captain Kirk..." Brooke stated and sat back with her hair all up and ready for action. "Wheere do we go today, baby Mars? For real this time or it is Utah again." Brooke smiled and walked out of the room.
"Again? and earlier someone told me about a second holodeck?" Mytris Dyson used his detective skills to deceiver Brookes intentions.
"Baby, my name was Eve back then you where 17 and a little pup on the galactic scale." She told me many tales I had to relive while in the hospital for the second time.
"Doing good for today. Doesn't get you any where sweet heart?"Brooke spared with me mentally over and over.
"You remember 9 11 don't you?" Brooke teased me into giving away the secrets of 911 and the two towers." This took a great toll on me mentally not to tell my love how I planned the whole thing as a witness for other worlds once they were told of an invasion force just right outside the solar system. All this flight of fancy can happen when you are seventeen and gloriously happy in my NOW. The bipolar equivalent of being on vacation from your self. The 'centering came' and went with the drugs. When I was not on the medicine I could wander around in my own mind for fun. This took the pressure of and all my anxiety was put to rest.
When you are seventeen and Bipolar this also works out emotionally and sexually. Yes its a grand nostalgia that takes over. Remember the currency of a Bipolar person is nostalgia and remembering what happened and did not happen with fluid..ness and grandiose hype. Pumped up a bit by the flight of mania and the energy to do anything if the Bipolar energy was there to burn. Without drugs the energy appeared. On the 'meds' everything was 'evened out." When you are a young lad you have added energy of youth and Bipolar energy. So you have to be careful.
"John Kincade, that's your name? The John Kincade? Of 911 fame?" Brooke questions with real intent this time. She is trying to get me to reveal the plan of that day. And how they changed the story to render the outside world null and void.
"Terrorism isn't; space war?" MAA/John almost began to tell her what happened that day. When I gave a big speech for the High Counsel on childhood starvation rates and what could be done about it on a global scale.
"Intervention from the outside, classic textbook type stuff." MAA spoke with John sat back and listened with Brooke all nestled together.
"The cadmium missile no bigger than a bullet would be our emissary. Launched in succession. One after the other for double the effect. I had to show Brooke what it is like to run planets. If you cannot run your simple Bipolar life you can certainly run planetary procedure. Prisons or jails or hospitals have millions of people locked up and ready to dicuss their storties. When we launch we will open all their prison systems. Releasing their best of the best. This would be a two fold plan. MAA went on to discuss the ramifcations of the planet the day after 911.
"Yes, yes my son...can it be done?"High Counsel stated unanimously 3 to 3 for the new rules of planetary engagement to commence.
"Excellent." MAA stated and now Brooke had her secret and the nasty plan to take me out of my mind permanently. And I do mean permanently. Turning over in my mind faster and faster. Faster than I could process.
The drugs would be my only saving grace.
"In the beginng was John and he was with the Word. The written word. I read John Once every morning while I was in the hospital. Like clockwork.
"In the beginning was the Word...."Brooke spoke for me sometimes. She paraphases other grand visions for John the seventeen year old to pondore.
"EVE you are Eve from that episode of Star Trek?" John stated with a wry smile.
"Yes, baby yes...can it be done?" Brooke restated it like the High Counsel did on that glorious day in April. The day I gave the speech that settled the score. Only to be "Hijacked by some terrorists."
I was hijacked mentally and in my life. My real wife dialed 911 on me and there was nothing I could do about it but to cry and be with imaginary Brooke.
"Yes, baby....you are mine."Brooke stated with a evil smile. What followed next was a series of painful scares I cannot believe.
In short the world of make believe, was the High Counsel. The High Counsel those three guys were guiding my actions down on earth. Well, what you call the earth. For all of this is a facsimile of my own making. And I am deep under the cover. As a normal man with a normal family complete with wife and loyal spirit dog, named Max.
Reams will be written on Brooke and Max and how they together in the "Spirit World" changed the way things went in the real world. It was all done and could not be undone while the second of many hospital stays. And the devil runs the planet. "And he ain't for around here." Mytris Dyson would say many many times. "It is real John the devil or Satan and his people like the changes you are making." John's inner voice as a kid. John loved Cowboys and devil movies. This was a grand collaboration of both.
"In the beginning was the word." Brooke read to me every morning. When I was 17 I was a "cheeky bugger" as Ricky Gervais would say, he would be full of wit and vigor about Bipolar people. Even it is as serious as being in a mental hospital for a spell.
To cast a spell takes work. And MAA had his roots in black magic. And it's where black magic took off in the young lad. John Kincade was a young lad and loved magic. All kinds of magic including black magic. MAA took alot of his ideas from the younger John. He read from John One every morning and by night was trying overtly to talk to his dear friend, the devil. By night. The devil by night was all John the younger version of MAA really cared about. Talking to the undead or the devil which ever came first. It would have taken fifty two minus 17 years to talk to Satan himself. That was a pleasure and was talked about earlier. When MAA was possessed for 32 minutes or there bouts. The sense of no tomorrow existed in the Hospitals. No one in there was talking about tomorrow or when you get out language. They were just keeping you in the present state. The present state is where MAA and John Kincade loved it the most.
"My real name is John." John would tell Brooke of his youth or back then her name was Eve. She changed her name to protect herself for the future. Or so John was told. His mind plays tricks on him. The brain loves John and plays tricks on MAA and the rest of the personalities. Being Bipolar is not what you decide to become it just takes hold of you and never lets go. The 'meds' are the only thing or weapon against the condition. It is a condition that will never fully leave me or John or MAA and of course my true love...mania. Yes, it was a love affair and being seventeen made it even more seductive. Being nine and then seventeen in my memory also made it so plain and unique.
When I was seventeen. It takes a life or there own the words. Seventeen. Claims some sort of victory. Some sort of nonsense word that means the flavor of the future. The future in the eyes of victory over being Bipolar. Victory is what I claim for against mental illness. Well you can keep it at bay but final victory is probably a myth. Seventeen was an age like nine where story telling and all it's fixin(s) are in deed serious. Youth adds elegance to the nature of life. Bipolar adds nostalgic nonsense over and over. There is no way you can do or claim to do what you can't really have a solution. I was told when I was fifty two that this should be a young person problem. But young people get old, my friend. There just plain get old. And what you had a bay will indeed get ya.
Seventeen was a day log remembered. It was like toiling in a fancy wedding dress. Ya looked good but we all know things are not right, up stairs. I am talking more Mytris Dyson like when I was seventeen. Fact remains when you are a young lad this is the time to take stock of your life. Not when you are fifty two and in a mental ward for the third auspicious time. The rewards of youth is you have time to correct what it going on. John was that kind of guy. Ready to go out and face the world.
I mean Brooke was ready. I was just being taken for a ride. And a beautiful ride it is and was....the Bipolar ride. Nothing compares to it, nothing compares.
Time marches on for all, including the Bipolar.
"Baby, your were seventeen once? I would to loved to have seen it?" Brooke announced in her happy state.
"You did baby, already. You have been with me from the beginning in another form outside in the "real world" of the sci fi doings and goings on. She was my second wife. On my Mytris Dyson travels. John Kincade may be my real name but I will always be the Space Cowboy or my life.
"Just like Captain Kirk..." Brooke stated and sat back with her hair all up and ready for action. "Wheere do we go today, baby Mars? For real this time or it is Utah again." Brooke smiled and walked out of the room.
"Again? and earlier someone told me about a second holodeck?" Mytris Dyson used his detective skills to deceiver Brookes intentions.
"Baby, my name was Eve back then you where 17 and a little pup on the galactic scale." She told me many tales I had to relive while in the hospital for the second time.
"Doing good for today. Doesn't get you any where sweet heart?"Brooke spared with me mentally over and over.
"You remember 9 11 don't you?" Brooke teased me into giving away the secrets of 911 and the two towers." This took a great toll on me mentally not to tell my love how I planned the whole thing as a witness for other worlds once they were told of an invasion force just right outside the solar system. All this flight of fancy can happen when you are seventeen and gloriously happy in my NOW. The bipolar equivalent of being on vacation from your self. The 'centering came' and went with the drugs. When I was not on the medicine I could wander around in my own mind for fun. This took the pressure of and all my anxiety was put to rest.
When you are seventeen and Bipolar this also works out emotionally and sexually. Yes its a grand nostalgia that takes over. Remember the currency of a Bipolar person is nostalgia and remembering what happened and did not happen with fluid..ness and grandiose hype. Pumped up a bit by the flight of mania and the energy to do anything if the Bipolar energy was there to burn. Without drugs the energy appeared. On the 'meds' everything was 'evened out." When you are a young lad you have added energy of youth and Bipolar energy. So you have to be careful.
"John Kincade, that's your name? The John Kincade? Of 911 fame?" Brooke questions with real intent this time. She is trying to get me to reveal the plan of that day. And how they changed the story to render the outside world null and void.
"Terrorism isn't; space war?" MAA/John almost began to tell her what happened that day. When I gave a big speech for the High Counsel on childhood starvation rates and what could be done about it on a global scale.
"Intervention from the outside, classic textbook type stuff." MAA spoke with John sat back and listened with Brooke all nestled together.
"The cadmium missile no bigger than a bullet would be our emissary. Launched in succession. One after the other for double the effect. I had to show Brooke what it is like to run planets. If you cannot run your simple Bipolar life you can certainly run planetary procedure. Prisons or jails or hospitals have millions of people locked up and ready to dicuss their storties. When we launch we will open all their prison systems. Releasing their best of the best. This would be a two fold plan. MAA went on to discuss the ramifcations of the planet the day after 911.
"Yes, yes my son...can it be done?"High Counsel stated unanimously 3 to 3 for the new rules of planetary engagement to commence.
"Excellent." MAA stated and now Brooke had her secret and the nasty plan to take me out of my mind permanently. And I do mean permanently. Turning over in my mind faster and faster. Faster than I could process.
The drugs would be my only saving grace.
"In the beginng was John and he was with the Word. The written word. I read John Once every morning while I was in the hospital. Like clockwork.
"In the beginning was the Word...."Brooke spoke for me sometimes. She paraphases other grand visions for John the seventeen year old to pondore.
"EVE you are Eve from that episode of Star Trek?" John stated with a wry smile.
"Yes, baby yes...can it be done?" Brooke restated it like the High Counsel did on that glorious day in April. The day I gave the speech that settled the score. Only to be "Hijacked by some terrorists."
I was hijacked mentally and in my life. My real wife dialed 911 on me and there was nothing I could do about it but to cry and be with imaginary Brooke.
"Yes, baby....you are mine."Brooke stated with a evil smile. What followed next was a series of painful scares I cannot believe.
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