I once truly believed I had shot a Crip with his own gun, in East Baltimore, on lunch at work, then returned to work like nothing happened. I believed that his fellow Crips had chased me in their car as I left work, walking to the parking garage, then chased me up the street while shooting at me from across a wide median. I believed I had distracted them purposely to lead them through a red light and out in front of a dump truck. I remembered them getting T boned by the truck, then I walked over to their car, took a bottle of liquor they had in the car and poured it over the one guy’s head and set him on fire. I remember a bystander freaking out over what I was doing, so I said, “you’re right,” then grabbed a Tech Nine assault weapon from the car and shot the guy in the head, then drove home (was living on Baltimore’s south side).
Another thing I remembered during that psychotic break is having been kidnapped when I was a teenager, held for days in a crack house by a bunch of young men who took turns raping me in the mouth. There’s more to that delusion, could write pages about my past crazy-ass delusions
When I used to smoke, I felt like I was getting brain cancer. It was painful. Once when I was driving, I could feel an African woman performing supernatural brain surgery. It felt really good. Then later there was a woman, that seemed like her, on a tabloid, like she was punished for it, but I don’t know. That’s what I remember the easiest.
it’s all in my book but at the height of my psychosis I believed I was a laser on a dvd player in a computer holding the devil and the great Harlot prisoner and being designed by Jesus, the dvd would play a “time loop” of two and a half years and then repeat on the dvd…this was my virtual reality to be played 1.000 times (2,500 years) before my laser would return to Heaven after delivering the devil to fire lake. then I would get a body from Jesus…
Probably the shapeshift reality; that Goddesses were here on Earth and people were shapeshifts of each other through time. Only existed in hospital really. Lucky I snapped out of that one.
I used to believe I had to praise Satan in order to have an orgasm. I was very messed up in the head. I believed I had to do all sorts of things for a sexual release. I’m so glad meds straightened that out. For that issue alone I will never go off my meds. I can’t begin to tell you how much repenting I had to do during that time in my life. It was pure hell. Meds made it all go away. They set me free. I’m so grateful for meds
My voice said to me not to have sex wid anyone until im in heaven. And then he put a cork screw up my vagina. And i could sense it in my vagina as a tactile hallucination
Cut off willy sounds a bit traumatic lol. @San-Pedro