Psionic Welfare (part 3) Alienation

"There are many ways to skin a chicken", said the voice inside my head. 
I looked at the knife in my hand with fear and bedazzlement. 
Unequivocally, I knew the name of the first victim: mine. 
You motte die, you are evil. 
The knife is getting too close. 

The rainbow drop reaches my mind. 
I am the eye. 

You must finish, it said. 
Unintelligible to me, subdued, subliminal, the sound of an E sharp leads my whole being to fit in tune. 

"I am not going to let you", I said. 
The rogue raucous voice of Dr. Cameron resonated throughout the wards and corridors.
I can recognise his domineering tone

What the hell!

Inside or outside my head?

I can recall. 
I can hear it without a doubt.
He sees us now. 
The sharp fear reaches my mind. 
"I am not a man", said I. 
"You'll do what you'll do" said the voice of a man.

I am not one of yours, added I.
Get out of me!
I am sincere, stop talking! Bullshit! Bullshit!

The sharp pain between my eyes seems to go all the way through my brain

 I am not one of yours…I am not one of yours. I let everything in. Free me...Folly... A sound…

The voice of a woman: "He's as good as dead!"
Dr Donald Ewen Cameron laughs and shrieks;
"He is it!"

Are they Inside or outside my head?
Are they as real as they seem?

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At this precise moment, Athm was putting a foot out of the actial modem

He recognised the field. 
He'd landed here before.
The air was fresh and slightly sugary

Athm could hear the stream, its little waves, dancing and sparkling...
A bird. Two maybe.
New land. New play field...
Athm could hear a dream…

Freedom coming?

A strong man appeared
Holding a White Book
(probably sacred)

"At the Crossroad you will see"

..................... The Smell of Freedom inside of me. Or the taste of Folly?............... A Lady. Holding a vase. Pouring the Holy Syrup. Right inside my head               AMEN

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Rule N°2

There are many ways to flatter a fool. 
Let him know that all is his. 
Let him know that the world cannot spin without him. 
Tell him also that all he ever did was true and perfectly clear. 
Let him think that you are little and that only he can make you big.

There are many ways to flatter a fool. 
Weave a web around him and tell him: You are free.

There are many ways to flatter a fool...

And many more ways to flatter me
Really!

Dispatching babies

Once formatted

put in a line

and rows of three

for despatching ready

The babies packed

and rolled in a cellophane sheet

and silica wrap

then sent out

for missions undertaking

Awaiting the call

From Dr. Man Chu

and the mermaids

scream

Brains in tune

To sharp E

Silent, asleep...

Psychotronicax (A thought)

In your eye is the ball
 -Earth-
And in your eye only

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Awake...really!

Suggested Listening

Psionic Welfare (part 2) On Operating Table

Very real! This shit is real! I shut out the voice of Professor Zamenoff. You must be here, come with me. I cover my ears. Where is it speaking from? The voice of Zamenoff comes from between my ears. Half an inch down from the pineal gland. Hormones go wild. The voice of Dr Cameron. Cover your ears. This time I don't know what to do. This one's formatted. Send on next one. Let's play the tape and put a few drops of that nice lysergic stuff under lil' baby's tongue. The tape played backwards awakes sharp pains in my head. This one' s formatted says Dr Man Chu. I am not mad. I cover my eyes. I still can hear. The tape is driving me wild. I put both hands in my mouth to try catching the rainbow drop before it reaches my mind. Why do they do this to me? Why me? Why me? I think I  see a road and a house and a tree. I think I remember being here. Another voice…Maybe it's me…Get me out of here!

Art It Up!

Psionic Welfare (part 1)

Having intercepted the rays of psionic warfare, I extended myself from beginning to end.

"Doctor Donald Ewen Cameron - room 12" said the voice inside my head. "I have nothing to fear" said I, answering to the pineal gland that exacerbated my state of doubt and the odd distortions.Dysfunctions..

"The king lord of Psion does not exist", said the nurse in white, fair.

"We have verified all your allegations and there's nothing to hide", said the head of state.

I am quiet, I have lived, The spell must be reversed. The One king lord of Psion is there.

CC-72, nothing to hide.

AS-4.49 nothing to hide.

CC-7 and 4.17 nothing to hide again.

Doctor Cameron, in room 12 took off his surgical gloves, stained with the blood of many.
Innocent babies or poor crazies. He crosses his heart but upside down. 

There is not such as thing as psionic warfare
and MK never ever was!
There is no truth to your allegations

Such was their conclusion

I WAS DETERMINED NOT TO FOLLOW

While a voice inside my head…
Maybe I'm just imagining.
Maybe room 12 is empty

"I WILL LIVE FREELY!"

said a voice inside of me

LOVE FREES & LIGHT FEEDS

O Lord, Help Me!
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Psychedelic Opera (File 3-33)

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The First Lord of Psion traced a line from the beginning of time to the moment now

As a Bizaar Psychedelic he has the right to do that
Melkizeor, great Lord of Psion

Joining together pieces of strings of magical music machines

And through to the end of it...

As of now

O great ruler, make it complete

Make it a line that meets

Make it a sign from A to Zee

MAKE ME BE FREE

And as of now

The great Psion

Psychedelic

Maker of lines that meet

Traced from me to the It
and to your great complexity

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AROUND ME

LOVINGLY