the most interesting mental dissorder ive come across ever

well i just wrote a whiole lot then thought better of revealling too much of her personal characteristics so i think i will try to just generalize

met this woman of supernatural beauty, who sends me hundreds of emails a day, skimming through its pretty apparent she believes she is eve.. believes she remembers every detail of history from the beginning of time (and before)
she talks about mayan zionist and other ancient culturtes like she was there a part of themm

ii relly dont know what to make of this 1 cause talking o her isnt getting anywhere close to thye root of the issues cause she barekly responds to anything i say instead its just a flood of religios mumbo jumbo mixed in with some persocutio9n from ..beings im still unclear of wether theyre real flesh people or spirit beings (or delusions)

how do u get someone to get help when they believe they are the only perfect female ever to be born (and if u saw her youd be inclined to belive that too) and who truly believes she remembers every single thing thats ever happened throughout history....and in fact is the mother creator of all human life..its really complex and im really clueless as to how to talk to her
especialy sinfce i only tried reading the bible once ..(i tried readuing it from cover to cover instead ofr random passages, i got to the part where so and so begot so and so and lived to be 3000 years old and so on and it made no sence at all so i put it down forever)

also she beliecves she was the author of tyhe only true book.. and they keep burning it everytime a copy surfaces
so even if i wass a biblical scholar shed argue that my facts were all flawed and her knowledge came from 12st hand experience hanging out with god forever

i do try to help most ppl tht reach out to me but im not sure i have the enrrgy for this 1 i mean literaly if i dont check messages gfor a day then im sifting through 5 pages of em trying to find 1 or 2 phrases in each message that maybe a clue or a key intoher mind
i do know there is absolutely no hope of ever convincing her shed need help since she believes she is ther most perfect beingever created
she lives only a state away from me, and said idf i met these 2 evil beings ifd understand so i think that maybe a way to talk her into meeting them, getting theyre side of things (if they exist as actual humans)

funny thing is..im not 100% sure but i think i maybe met the same girl years ago in new orleans living in the park convinced she was the holy spirit
shed given away everything she had (except a shitrrt ..which shed given away a few times too but kept getting arrested when she did
at the time i remembered thinking if it was the nearly supernatural "perfect" beauty that had lead to the delusuions

these girls look alot alike igff theyre not the same girl but i think the 1 years ago was thai/cherokee so lil different skin color

im assumming its a form of megolomania delusions of grandure and persecution with schitsophrania

but she also seemns to not remember this natural life (i think shes 28ish) but only the life that began before creation....and insists she wasnt incarnated the past 8 years (but peices of her wrre here)

ive come across alotta issues before and not many i couldnt handle ..but this 1 has me stumped as to how to proceed with talking to her

anyone ever encounter anything like this before?
or anyone with alotta religios bacvkground wanna try talking to her too?

dont think i can handle this 1 alone and dont think therres any hope of tryin to get her professional help

 

I think to help another to get help is a walk on real thin ice - specially if the other doesn't see the need. Sometimes you have to let them go, and wishing them well is all you can do, and not judge them as this is their choice whatsoever.

For yourself, it's like you are dealing with an energetic vampire where a higher awareness is paired with social incompetence and a lack of awareness therein. You can get pretty high from such a connection, and burn out at the same time. And also it may happen that you fall into the same preaching trap.

I imagine doing simple things with her, like working in a garden (without discussions) may help her get more grounded.

Take care

 

from what i remember from psychiatric nursing class, only communicate present concrete subjects. like have you eaten, drank, you know the boring stuff. and don't participate in to delusional subjects. don't challenge the validity, and don't perpetuate. it maybe boring but it's grounding.

 

hmm goode point
she is close enough that i could gio hang out with her
and i sure do try to steer the conversation towards real subjects, and real people

it is a massive overload though i mean i havent read her messages in lil over a day and i bet there must be 2-300 by now

i guees thats what i'll try to do is go visit her and do some mundane things
unfortunately our garden was bulldozed but im sure i can think of somethinmg else just as good

 

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Interesting.I'm curious as to what she would say if you asked her some very obscure historical questions that not many would know to see what she would answer.Not being a professional,I would say that there are many,many psychological situations manifested that we ,as laymen haven't heard of or could even understand if we had.Not having seen any of her e-mails ,I can't fathom what you're dealing with.I do know that during the 60s and 70s when I was doing and being around many that did LSD ,that I saw people that had gone completely into "their own worlds" and with some it seemed as if they were probably gone forever.Could you put some of her E-mails up for us to see,without compromising her?

 

<mine..:smilielol5:

 

schizophrenia is what it sounds like to me. I used to work for a government mental health department and I am not a doctor but have read thousands of case notes and it is impossible to give an accurate assessment of someone without actually having contact with them. Sorry I cant help you man but if you do decide to go see her for fuck sake be careful what you say and how you handle her

 

whoa ...

 

Classic case of schizophrenia i'm afraid, nothing interesting about it, it is a nightmare of a condition to have, growing up, i watched my brother fall to it. To say it was traumatic would be an understatement. Best thing you can do is report her to the proper medical authority, she's obviously off meds and will need to be hospitalized for at least a few weeks. As is, she's in a very vulnerable position and could be exploited/abused by those of a less than saintly nature.

 

yeah, sounds like paranoid schizophrenia. she not on her mind candies (medication) therfore, her reality testing is wacky.

 

I would like to speak with this woman very much, she sounds like a pure soul and a very knowing teacher, very in touch with the cosmic joke and nothingness that steams from every morning and night.

hey, she lives how she wants, it shows a certain level of maturity. You would be suprised in this world what there is out there, though you will never find it, not looking in yourself, and rejecting some of these stories you hear more commonly propogated of what is and is not.

truly is surpasses that because all things are manifest as energy, and really it is all in your mind, there are so many worlds out there, that we pass into without even being aware sometimes, and often when there is too much of a slip with recoil and are afraid because we can't accept so much, but really if such a person appears in your life it is a definite sign and things happen as they should, but you may find that you are staring a great blessing in the face, perhaps one of the greatest in your life, and you are letting it fall away.

I myself have been living in this universe for a while, not like her of course, I live at home, though one day may return again to the truly nomadic existence, and hey, it is a true life, it is a loving life, and it is a freedom that is untold of, where the self and the other benefit eachother in their natural courses. Its a place that I call wantism and techinically it is crazy, it involves insanity, but also clear headedness and self inquiry, and taking risks, allowing yourself to do not what you feel others are pulling you towards, but what is most in harmony with nature and the cosmos, lately I've been learning about the different peoples of the world, the people who travel these seas of energy and can manifest beyond the thickest physical bodies, these people are my true family, and its like they have presented an endless mystery to me, life is ritual my friend, open your mind and your heart and allow the great love to flow through you, I think it is that you love this girl in some way, listen to her, help her interpret her message to others, but do no try and force her to comprrimise her ways, because some things are of spirit, and they must be let to grow if it is of a good spirit if it harms no one.. growing and loving in peace and harmony, blessings upon both of you.. this warms my heart :0)

she is a goddess, allow yourself to her heaven

 

lol. i love how all you crazy hippies think that schizophrenia is some fairytale fantasy with magic powers and super enlightenment.

i guess i could try to help you talk to her or something. i've been where she's at before.

 

Prime example of the whackjobs she is in danger of being exposed to in her current condition.

 

amen

 

I'm not sure why but there is always a fierce dichotomy along the lines of these kinds of situations. True it is all love, all reflections of ones self, and true the way I present myself is a bit unorthodox, but when has orthodoxy ever provided true fulfillment for anyone? We all have our eccentricities, things that make us unique, but some of us have a greater drive for expressing them, honestly this is how innovation occurs, and how new and sometimes amazingly beautiful and *needed* things are started, from ideas that seem crazy, from somewhere deep within our beings.

I took some time to pray today, to let my mind dwell in the divine that is so easily looked over, in everything, at first it was difficult, but soon it was like a dam was broken and I began to see a bit more clearly, a woman came on the radio, and sang look to the sky, and I came to realize that woman was me, following my own tail so to speak.

Existence is a game we play, but far too often we let ourselves off without really getting into it, and really exploring what could be, and it is true, what is in place now, is afraid of change because with change there is the unknown, but if a woman speaks of a wisdom that she possesses that was given to her by God, of course, I am wary, of it, and hopeful of her truth, there is truth in all things, and without even hearing her words it serves as a reminder that even though she may not be the one with the answers, or the way, or what have you, she is someone who has gone and continues to go through an intense journey and feels strongly enough about it to share it with others, and that is something I feel is to be deeply respected. It also, brings hope for the ones who really do have wisdom and healing words to speak and come out.

For every one who goes crazy, there are those who will see the insanity as something divine, even if it drives them to strange acts that make no sense to others, it is merely a reminder that this spirit is here, and is acting in our world, in ways we don't understand but definitely has effect.

From her actions we all have learned something, the mystics will remember to ground themselves, the artists see a beautiful life, the scientist new ideas and wonder and perhaps the fuel for a true breakthrough, and those who laugh and ridicule, feel sorry for and fear, well, they are the ones who benefit the most, because they are with the tao.

it is a very selfless thing.

but hey, you would be suprised, but I'm not, I've seen this cycle play out many times, and it each time it is more beautiful. life is no straight line, because all points are perfect, but it is like a good poem, for some good poetry
is bliss love ecstasy harmony
for some it is full of sadness
for some it swings between the two
or discusses the fragrance of daffodil farts

but what is a poem but a wayside station on the road of life
we come, we take it in and then we must go, no matter how high the realization, the journey goes on
and we must continue to make it up,
some of us have an inclination to divulge from the commonly laid down plotline and write a different kind of book
or perhaps not a book at all
perhaps it doesn't make sense, but it is here now and that itself demands some respect, there is some authenticity to it
otherwise how is it in your life? it resonates with you

this girl knows,

shit we can say whatever we want, the dare to say it, and think it, is the first step to it becoming reality...
those who want to see craziness with no point will see that,
those who want to see god will see that
thus the worlds are completed
thats why i'm in love with all of you...
i think this thread is cute

it takes all kinds

 

Any update Soaring Eagle?

Also, is she a danger to others or herself?

 

what business is it of ours? this is all ego, and as such will only serve to further us down the path of experience and ultimate enlightenmentt, because while consecrated in form, we have to wonder ourselves in a kind of aristotelian manner, why? And I wonder that, to the point of crying and I ask, and looking back it suddenly becomes clear, nothing, I've been travelling a long time now and its just that the names have changed, like everything else, but the condition remains the same, and you know, its like when things just happen to lure you in further, while somehow a part of you retains this sense of uncertainty, sure anything could happen, but nothing has happened, its just a game of distinction, a game of the mind, take the whole structure of these forums, and your life, the whole rollercoaster of thought and environment if they can even be seperated that led to and spring forth from the moment, are they real or imaginary?

The woods themselves speak, the pomo makes itself seen to those who have the right vision, even though they will ask themselves how they came to be there and not know. I was just thinking of Goddess, everywhere she was in the grandness of the swelling tree trunks and passing in the field when you're staring at the stars. Even on this post, in these people and all of their interpretations of the great story. But it has to end, yet someone you know it will return, why? Because like the seeds of life are planted and tended by our own natural actions, so does the sun continue to shine from above, and the daffodils sing in the rain. The herbs of the planet, they remind me of you, deep and full of fecundity.

I wish that it wasn't so deeply rooted in myself to fall back into regret, but when it does, I just remember the beauty of it all, that I am a part of, and that even is the forgetting, and well then all the doors are open, realizing this really is outside, space, its a primordial sea... and forming as waves and a foggy mist, the sounds and the things!

english is a language, but this speaks more to a basic experience throughout all awareness. And it is the spark, the drive that keeps us going, it could be called love, I've heard it refered to as virtue, and things like that.

It is completely dissolving into the pie mix like a pinch of arsenic into a blizzard and you can forget the last time you picked up a newspaper on the corner, when the Minutemen were playing, and the song was so good, you moved a little bit.

MOTION!!

MOTION!!

The minutemen, and suddenly this rollercoaster begins to take on a new twist, once more this new feeling comes over everything, and the records sitting on the floor vibe to the guitar and the walls and what does it mean to the kids who walk around, who all seem to be variations on the same basic theme. But they know what novelty is, and inspiration, but how could it be described, how can you convey it??

Its like a song thats bursting at the basslines and the lyrics are

Hey!

this is what they used to sing, because thats why the years got longer, and waiting here like a tree that I am, being done up in these wires, a telephone tree, sending these messages to and from soul to soul, in the empty space between shouting. Mountains are sucked in, and cavemen are relative. But it comes easily because it has totally taken me over now, and I'm sorry I can't just reach out into it, because it is me, and everything is just the expansion of our love!!!!! You take me, so far and so near, I am a hawk on on the wind that is you, and the trees that I make my nests on remind me of when I used to be a tree, and my roots were deep, and I had a lover, a boy, but we were never understood, and so our love grew, and the confusion grew, until even the confusion fell in love and all was like a little woven sundress blowing dry on a clothesline.

And yeah, I'm mad, because you make me so, and I would always be this way, because you know it is me, its what runs through my veins and in my soul, its what moves me, and stills me later and beyond and word and any phrase I hear from the outside I just know that I got to get down like this.

FOLLOW YOUR HEART!!!
LOVE!!!

 

Paperairplane -- Ludwig Wittgenstein called, and he left this message:

What can be said, can be said clearly. What we cannot speak about, we must pass in silence.

DB and Deranged -- let he who is perfectly sane cast the first stone.

(scribbles demented gibberish in the sand with a stick)

 

i know i'm not right in the head. and people like paperairplane fed my delusions quite a bit back in the day. so i'd say i have a right to be annoyed at people like him.