Friday, June 12, 2009

My Illegal Meditation Practice

My Illegal Mediation

God has taught me a meditation practice that is so unusual that it is Illegal in my local community, It is so unusual that these “good catholics” send me to the mental hospital every single time that I meditate. They send me to the mental hospital because they don't understand the nature of my communion with god, these people think they know the nature of god to the extent that they use every single control practice to get me to stop my communion with god. The reason why I meditate is to receive inspiration and guidance from above. However when I start these mental exercise's somebody thinks that I need to go to the mental hospital. Let me clarify a little bit this meditation that I practice in no way harms myself or others. I want to know why I get sent to a psychiatric facility every time I start this unusual mediation. I have no idea why I get sent to a place where they inject their particular brand of poison into my body.

I have been raped not with someones actual dick, but with a symbolic dick called a needle. Every time I go to Vista Del Mar (a psychiatric facility in Ventura) they automatically give me a shot, In fact the last time I went I wrote a grievance and as a direct result of writing that grievance the hospital staff raped me with their needles.

I have been dealing with psychiatrists since I was in first grade. They LOVE using me as a test subject for their own pride. Every psychiatrist or psychologist that I have met has their own idea of my mental condition. When I was young my parents did not give me the choice of wether I can take these poisonous drugs that make me different in a way that I don't like. Today I am 27 years old and the people that are “shepherds” are still projecting their personal belief system regarding drugs on me to the extent that when I meditate they call the cops, then they automatically send me to PHF or Vista Del Mar. And they VIOLATE THE RULES. Again in no way was I endangering myself or others when I meditate.

The first time I can prove that my meditation is illegal in a court of law was when Delina called the cops after I watched the movie Lilo and Stich. If you don't know the moral of that story it is very simple, god will not teach you ultimate power, unless you humble yourself and can prove that you will use your magical powers in a way that benefits the whole community. So after watching Lilo and Stich I started to practice my meditation, I could have stopped but the spirit was so strong that I did not want to loose it. When the cops came I was quite peaceful and was not practicing. I even had a conversation with the cops that they where very interested in. I practiced my meditation in front of the cop car, because I knew one day I would have to subpoena these cops in a court of law. In addition because I have been tagged with bipolar disorder the ambulance was called before anybody could logically asses my behavior as dangerous. What I am saying is because I have been bagged and tagged the people in authority automatically send me to the hospital without proving anything.

This last time that I went to the hospital REALLY pisses me off. To me food is the most spiritual thing that exists. Jill Wallersted is a good catholic that really pisses me off. Every time she tries to help me she ends up damaging me and whatever I may have. The day before I went to the hospital this last time I was eating the breakfast that they have for the homeless community, then she sat down across the table from me and said that she was worried that I was not taking the medication. GOD DAMMIT I WAS!! the energy she was projecting at me at that time was so strong that I cussed at god and left my breakfast their. I took my dog and left.

Now she knew that I had spent some money to go to San Francisco to go to a twitter marketing convention. And quite frankly she wanted me to stay homeless and not go, she made sure of it by meeting me in MY PARK and sat me down and she still was trying to project her authority over me. After she sat down and after she voiced her concerns about my medication (which I think is her transference of her religion) , she sat down at a bench while I stayed standing and I told her STOP PUTTING YOU DICK IN MY MOUTH, I banged on the table and said STOP PUTTING YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH. Then I left.

I went to another park in IV where I met a fellow monk, it was a very good conversation that fit the theme of the day. Then a cop named Kristina Rauchus came by because Jill Called the cops on me. And well she said things to me that let me to believe that she wanted to be my friend. She even offered to by me coffee and talk every Wednesday morning. Then true evil came. Some bullshit mental health worker came to “asses” me, but she did absolutely nothing of the sort In fact she called the ambulance before even getting to know anything about anything. I refused to talk to her directly because she did not give a shit about my true mental condition. I don't know how she was trained but can someone tell me how she assessed anything about me when I was having a good calm talk with Kristina, a god damn COP while the mental lady was there witnessing this NORMAL conversation.

I define rape as sticking a unwelcome object inside my body. The very first thing that Vista Del Mar Does to me is Stick 2 needles and some drugs into me. They don't watch or asses me or anything. Now I wrote a grievance and not more than 2 minutes after I turned in the grievance they gave me 2 more shots in the ass. I know it was some kind of sick retribution for writing that grievance. If that does not piss you off and help you realize that misconduct is happening and costing taxpayers money I don't know what will.


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