The Bookshop Guru
They say that there are two schools of thought; that bipolar is a product
of your environment, and or a defective gene, a chemical imbalance. As my dad
and my grandfather suffered with manic depression, and it’s also more than
likely I have inherited the condition, which as you read my story you will see
what hell this has caused me.
Let me begin by telling you a tale to this day I still don’t know if it
was real or just a dream. Some things don’t seem real; remember 9/11 and the
twin towers crashing down to dust, it was real enough, a terrible tragedy, yet
every time you see the film coverage you can’t believe your eyes.
According to my shrink I suffer from hallucinations which appear real as
any event. In a dream you wake up, realise it was just a dream. Hallucinations
are weird; it’s as real as it gets, bread and butter reality. It appears I have
had many; some you can explain some you cannot, yet both seem real. I will let
you decide on this one.
Remember, one thing though I hadn't been smoking any wacky backy or
drinking alcohol just my daily dose of prescribed medication.
It was classic moonlight night; I had gone to bed and forgotten I had not
locked the front door to my apartment, which was typical. Often the front door
was unlocked. Besides, I lived on the top floor of an apartment block and you
needed a key to open the main entrance to the building.
Thinking: If someone’s going to get
in they'll get in. Besides, the bed was too comfortable and I was too lazy
to get out and lock the door. Lazy bastard, I hear you say, and you are right,
give the guy or gal a medal. Normally, the neighbours are moderately quiet but
suddenly all let loose, doors were banging and shutting, my apartment was
shaking it felt like an earthquake. I couldn't hear anyone shouting; just the
continuing loud banging sound of doors opening and closing, combined with the
steps of someone moving beneath or across from my apartment.
Its human nature to listen into a conversation, to be inquisitive, but
all I could hear was the loud banging, and the thud of foot steps.
Suddenly, my front door flung open. Boy, oh, boy, did it give me a shock
as I heard the door crash against my bedroom wall. Quickly, I sat up ready to
leap from my bed, when I saw a naked blond streak pass my bedroom door. Wow!
She was mid-thirties I figured; curvaceous, with long blond hair flowing down
to generous hips, and I wasn’t frightened, just perfectly aroused. I could see
her walk straight into my lounge from my bed as she waved her arms and
screamed.
Without hesitation I called out and said, “It's ok.......it’s alright,”
but I should have said, “Stay awhile...........Stay awhile,” as she immediately
turned around and walked straight past my bedroom out the front door.
The shrinks would say this was a hallucination, but to me it was as real
as it gets, bread and butter reality.
Wishing only the blond stayed the night; I could have done with the
indulgence of a woman.
Possibly, a neighbour sleep walking I mused, anyhow sometime later I
asked the blond in the opposite apartment. Hey, she fitted the description, but
she politely said no.
To this day I don’t know what happened but it was certainly real enough
for me. Dream or hallucination you tell me?
Are you listening, what are you dreaming?
As Jesus said, “belief is everything.”
In my latest book “It’s Never Too Late” read how dreams do come true, but be careful what you wish for. Understand the secret of greed and you will attain one of the secrets of prosperity. The book will also take you on a journey and explores love, money, luck, and much more.
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Hey, Chuck. Did you bring any spending money? Viva la vida loca.
Conducting Survey into Precognitive Choices
