Osmosis Psychosis! Here again… But how did I get here; and when exactly did I arrive?



‘Osmosis Psychosis’

This is the definition of osmosis : – The gradual, often unconscious, absorption of knowledge or ideas through continual exposure rather than deliberate learning

How bizarre that I didn’t know what it meant until today; but the phrase ‘osmosis psychosis’ has been playing in my head; in notes A and C respectively…for hours.

It is so bizarre being in this state. It’s not like the movies, I’m fully here; but I don’t see the same things as you do here. I’m not talking about visions and colours and dragons upon the walls

I’m talking a shift in perception to the reality we share

And then there are other realities; they vary in number and severity and mood each time. This time there are 4 others

injections [616]

They involve the flu jab for staff who are in on the plan; some kind of connection to the injection of cancer into patients through the innocuous guise of a necessary injection

There is a gang of criminals wreaking havoc in my town; they have links with the people who work at the local nut house, which is sensitively named ‘Hellesdon’ Hell – Don – Devil’s Mafia – All not great. They have bugs in houses and contacts to the people who are falling apart and awaiting admission. The boys in the nut house are plants; and the woman are being locked up and poisoned with anti psychotic’s and lethal injections of poison; and kept prisoner until they die. Eugenics is happening

There is a stalker; they are still listening in on me; trying and failing in their quest to fuck my life up

And there is the side reality that exists alongside the warped perception of the reality we all share

Cover of "The Truman Show [Blu-ray]"

In this one I am living in the Truman show, and part of me is typing this so I can tell the world that I know you’re watching, and the government are trying to get me back into Hellesdon so I can’t expose their abuse. They have many channels on TV under their control. As if telling you all I know; somehow increases my power over the world, against little old me…

Last night, if I was in 2 moods, I was in 18! Every single one of them overwhelmed every other sense of knowing. I have been my feelings and nothing else, and it is mainly dark and extremely twisty.

The weird thing is, this is of course the truth. As much as I know it isn’t; I know that it is and I just don’t know how to prove it. It only makes sense inside me. And I know that people are seeking revenge; and I can’t investigate such an enormous set of conspiracies so I haven’t done anything.

Everytime this happens…I don’t know I’m here, in psychosis; until I finally say something so ludicrous and believe it; even I realise. How long I went this time before I realised I don’t know

I’ve just been to Sainsbury’s and walked around like all the normal people. I’m not a moron, I can pretend like the best of them. I made appropriate small talk with the lady at the till about nectar cards, and the thin carrier bags and the bubbles in the Champagne. I’ve also filled in my expense forms and written reports on my clients and our weekly progress towards goals. I’m filled with utterly coherent sense.

But the whole time, I’m knowingly insane

And they ain’t got a clue, and sometimes neither have I

I feel heavy and dark and confused and normal and weak and strong and odd… and Perfectly Sanely Insane

This is all really weird for me; and that’s all I have to say about it.

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'Random Spillages from a Reportedly Strange mind’… Hello all :) I’m Dawny, the littlest of the Beuts..and my brain spillage content varies from the profoundly philosophical, to utter bilge ://…Life is my inspiration. I write about friends, love, the soul, society, shrinks, people, labels, home, mothers, perfect moments, dirty politicians, music, pain, beauty, women, religion, god, mental health, the demise of humanity!!! etc…hence the ‘random’. All spilled through the eye of my ‘ever musing, slightly philosophical mind’. Although I write mostly for enjoyment, and to empty my oh so busy head; sharing my snippets appeals to me, and I also love reading the thought trails of others. I would be most chuffed if anyone comes across my page and has a browse (and if you do, thanks in advance). I guess the biggest compliment would be if, for you, my rambles are either :- slightly different from the norm, enjoyable, amusing, unenjoyable, and/or thought/emotion provoking. Whatever them thoughts or emotions might be…The good, the bad, the ugly..and everything in between!! ;)… I accidently fell in love with writing a while ago, and from that time, my inspiration has come solely from lifes varied encounters, feelings, knowledge, memories and thoughts. Welcome to my archives, to some sections of my mind :0 Dawny

4 responses

  1. ohhh Lordy lord, I nearly cried and died of a coughing fit when I read this. Lmao, you just gotta bathe in the joy of the like button, plus the ability to run like the wind when uncomfortable schumtable arrives in E land 😉

  2. Oh. And that’s not all. I’m like: Ok, I’ll pretend to add a few typos, you know, to be all like human and stuff, and then I’ll write a second comment about these typos.

    That’s right! It was all planned!!!


  3. So. I get all prepared. I’m like: I’m heading to Dawny’s blog. Now that we’re tight, I’m gonna spend more time there. Yeah, that’s right. And I’ll read some of her posts, and make some kick ass comment, cause I can’t and she’s the real shit… Then I read this, and I’m like: Christ on a fucking stick, I don’t know what to say. I have a total blank…

    So, I’m all like: Ok, off to the next post…

    Like, CoF