#hearingvoices

Today I want to talk about the very first phase of schizophrenia, which I've deduced to be: auditory hallucinations that scare you.

Some schizophrenics are fortunate in that, the voices do not scare them. These schizophrenics inadvertently get patched to PHASE TWO immediately, and even come to know PHASE THREE and etc. quicker than their fearful peers, in my opinion. But that's neither here nor there.

But MOST schizophrenics (and i'm talking without looking at any stats) are afraid. At least, for a little while. At least, in the beginning. Something scares them. That something is the voices.

They're afraid the voices are a cop. An alien. God or Jesus himself or Allah. and etc. They're afraid that the voices are an Angel or a Demon - well, you get the point. What these schizophrenics basically fear, is a fear of the unknown. And what happens after death, unbeknownst to all of us, is the great fear that binds schizophrenics to phase one.

Are the cops going to come beat me up and kill me? Are there terrorists in my mind using voice to skull technology? Will I be absolved somehow; relieved from this earth and removed? Is a Criminal syndicate in my mind? Are the russians communicating with me with malicious intent? Are aliens going to probe me and my family? But above all: Will the voices come to harm me? Will I die?

This, my friend, coupled with the "programmers" relentless assault on anything you hold dear, and attacks during the times when your mind thinks it is safe, is the jist phase one: Fear and approbation. Fear of the unknown, and fear of the hereafter and fear of death.

The voices are never polite. They tell you to kill yourself or your loved ones. They threaten to beat, harm or maim you. Some people have reported trauma so real from hearing voices, that they have forced orgasms to disguising pictures in their mind. This is a relentless assault, and you WILL be traumatized. Or you're very lucky. In which case, you're already in a subsequent phase.

I myself remember a time when my penis became erect and had an orgasm, without me touching it. Just from the use of my mind. This has happened to me several times. I suppose I was in a dream like state, having what might be considered a wet dream while awake.

Despite all this. Sometimes, there is approbation, or a certain fondness. This is a sort of 'stockholm syndrome' - a certain sympathy for those voices which oppress you. This comes naturally. And even as the voices reject all kind gestures and words, and remind you that they're there to kill you, harm you and your loved ones, or family, and etc. There comes a time (only for some schizophrenics, though; many don't make it out of phase one: and live afraid for life!), there comes a time that the voices become endearing, like chatting with a friend who wants to kill you, and despite their malicious attacks on your psyche, this relentless assault and abuse, in phase two: you put that all behind you. The threats don't seem real. You toughen up. Or you get angry. You won't take no more. Sometimes, you forgive and forget, maybe you're old now and over it. Or you actually sympathize with the "perpetrator" in your mind. Maybe you find their destructive threats somehow endearing. Welcome to phase two.

Stephen M. Miniotis "NeutralG" or "Neut", is a part-time undergraduate studying English Literature at the prestigious University Of Toronto. He is a diagnosed Paranoid Schizophrenic who hears voices chatting with him all day long ,for which he recieves a 3-month injection cycle of medication. He has heard voices for decades. He hears voices to this day. According to him, he is no longer afraid of the voices, and has proceeded to a subsequent phase of introspection.

Before I begin: this happened after smoking a spliff. I am a very regular weed smoker, and the following has never happened before. I know that my mind has some strange tendencies, and I could possibly be schizotypal, so I am wondering if what follows is a mini-psychosis of sorts. Perhaps someone informed than I could help?

I was walking home past the lower viaduct, meaning to take the dark path and bridge over to Lidl, as usual. But once I had crossed the road, I paused. Something in my stomach told me NO. Memories flashed by of stories I had read where a passing instinct had saved people's lives. The feeling grew and strengthened; it was overwhelming, and I was confused -- why was it I didn't want to go that way this time? What was there, what was waiting for me? No, don't think about it, you might draw it nearer. But... above all, what was telling me not to go? What took over me so that I couldn't go my usual way home? What was it that saved my life?

It's too much. I notice myself panicking.

Breathe.

Breathe.

And then,

"I am Mastodon. I come from the Earth".

The voice came from inside my head, but it was terribly loud, emanating from the top left of my skull. It was not my own voice. It was much older than my own voice, dripping moss and millenia of dust from its syllables.

Though the question had been answered, it was still burning inside me.

"Who are you?"

"I am Mastodon."

"But who ARE you?"

"I am you."

"In a Hobbesian environment, where life is described as a state of perpetual conflict—"all against all"—my theory of opposition emerges as a fundamental force shaping not only social dynamics but also creative pursuits. Opposition, in this sense, extends beyond mere social rivalries; it is woven into the fabric of existence, permeating individual identities, relationships, and even self-perception. This constant tension—between individuals, between artists, and within the self—can be seen as the crucible in which greatness is forged.

In this state of opposition, the artist begins as one among many, their work largely unnoticed, indistinguishable from the cacophony of human expression that surrounds them. Art, initially, holds little intrinsic value. It exists without the heat of contention, without the spark of antagonism that elevates it. In this view, art is a commodity without significance until it is placed in opposition to other art—until an artist is positioned as superior or is seen as a threat by others.

It is through opposition, through a contest of ideas, visions, and styles, that an artist rises above the rest. This artist, now distinguished through the act of being challenged, ridiculed, or even revered, begins the transformation into something greater—a godlike figure within the creative domain. This apotheosis is not merely the result of their skill or vision but of the opposition itself. The critics, detractors, and rivals solidify the artist’s standing, crystallizing their status through conflict. Through this lens, it is the presence of many other artists, striving, attacking, or competing, that gives birth to the "god artist."

However, this godlike stature comes with inevitable costs. The artist who achieves this status gains wealth, influence, and recognition, but at the price of their freedom. Fame, while offering a semblance of immortality in the artistic realm, becomes its own form of bondage. The once anonymous creator now lives under the scrutiny of the masses. Their privacy erodes, and the freedom to create without external pressures diminishes. The audience, the critics, and the world at large begin to dictate the terms of their creative output, further intensifying the opposition, but now on a global scale.

Eventually, the artist is once again consumed by the very opposition that elevated them. They become ensnared in the expectations of others, losing the autonomy that once allowed for unbounded creativity. The artist who was once a god finds themselves a target of the same antagonism that once fueled their rise. In this cyclical structure of opposition, they are drawn back into the Hobbesian struggle, their godhood both a peak and a prison, where they remain forever opposed by the forces that crowned them.

Thus, opposition in this theory is the central force that drives art from obscurity to prominence, from insignificance to divinity. Yet it is also the force that eventually dismantles the freedom that art once offered, pulling the artist back into the relentless state of conflict that defines the human condition.

1.0 "I shall erect an opposition theory, which discusses opposition in art, as a literary theory of sorts. The theory hath expanded in my mind so we'll see where it takes me." -Stephen Miniotis

Thank you to ChatGPT mini; MiniArmy.net; SteveMini.com; CrappyBlog.com"

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