Trickmaster

Day 3

As I woke up, I heard rap music inside my head telling me that with gentle torture, they'll slowly twist me. It was the psychic mind-screwers from the agency beaming things inside my head again.

The enemy spy, the crushing-handshake granny who was pretending to be a patient at the asylum, sent me this demon picture from DIABLO IMMORTAL to trigger my "you're the Devil!" psychosis again (which they'd planted) even if she'd never played the game and it didn't have a context in the chat, after I left the asylum so that the agency's mind-screwers could get inside my head and use the triggers they'd spent ages planting and training in me to get me to snap and stop seeing reality. She also sent me loads of specific rap battles and ominous messages about pain and death and she talked about how she could have ended up in a coma, and the terrible effects of her medication, and I thought it was directed at me because the government agents had brainwashed me into thinking they were talking about me all the time, because they spent WEEKS talking about me all the time!

They slammed doors and talked about killing me to try and scare me, and they did try to hypnotise me into having a heart attack, or they said they did but it was just a scare tactic because it never happened. They kept talking about me in 3rd person. Unless they were talking to my face like people usually do.

They clapped when I did something I thought they wanted.

They coughed ominously when they wanted to tell me I was gonna die, or that was how I saw it.

This went on for months.

They kept me in a room full of laughing gas! They made the vent make noises a couple times to try to drive me insane, but I saw it for what it was. It was a trick. So I ignored it. I spent too long inside the room a few times, when they locked me inside, I think, they did it once, and then on some other occasions where I wasn't locked inside, I hallucinated the gaps between the vents warping larger and smaller in the darkness.

This is how they do it, they repeat phrases and say things in the background which you'll barely notice unless you pay attention, and they keep playing it until you start expecting to hear it, or you start repeating it inside your own mind, or at least I did, and then you start hearing the phrases in random passing conversations because your mind has been distorted to hear these things.

I stopped consciously or subconsciously repeating the phrases inside my head, after I'd become more comfortable with them, and started ignoring them.

Evil genius!

He's thick.

He's sick.

He actually likes being a maniac.

Mad, mad, mad...

Devil.

We broke him.

He likes being brainwashed.

The key to mastery is to stop judging yourself.

Here's the problem with socially instilled morals. They're fake. They don't mean a thing inside your head, and if you try to control yourself because of "mind police", it just causes unnecessary shame. Do what the heck you want. Think of snuff movies. No one cares, no one can arrest you for it. You see yourself naked, so do they! Become a masochist and it only gets more fun.

Right. Now's the part where I tell you how to make yourself hear voices.

The first thing you need is a good imagination. You'll need to be able to imagine yourself hearing a word or phrase of your choice inside everyday sounds. If you're finding that hard, just repeat it inside your head many, many times.

To get disoriented, just stop thinking of normal things, and think of completely random and unrelated objects. It's really easy to drop into delirium if you relax and do it to yourself.

See I'm actually a hobbyist.

Now I think that "diablo immortal" could be a way of saying the Devil will never die, or that on the flip side I'm totally delusional again cos I tripped a psychological trigger wire and that I should discard the notion. I know I'm not the devil, or a devil, and that it was probably just an affectionate term.