Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Stop massive pollutants entering our foods and water supply

Part of being Green Globally, should be stopping the forced drugging of people. Neuroleptics/ SSRIs enter our water supply, the food we eat, as well as the victims of these crimes against humanity.

If I had $5 billion, stopping psychiatric abuse, and therefore the pollution involved in the psychiatric industries, would enable people, animals and ecosystems to be so much healthier. Why invest in stopping a powerful organisation that does so much harm? Well, the $5 billion could be spent on alternatives such the Finnish Open Dialogue style of communication approaches, that actually enable people to become all they're meant to be. When people can't communicate with others there's a break-down. This often happens when a person is trying to let the rest of the community know that something is wrong. The community at first denies. We can't move towards a green economy, when the community's name is being used to torture people with pollutants, violating them by injecting these psychiatric drugs into their bloodstream. So many creative, innovative ideas have been damaged through psychiatry. The DSM5 more or less diagnoses creativity as a disorder. So many creative minds are being destroyed while in the womb, by psychiatry and the governments that allow it to use force on so many people who have never committed a crime. 50 per cent of Australians have either been forcefully drugged by psychiatry, or persuaded to take psychiatric drugs. Most of these people were going through grief.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Paint jobs


I would love one day to see,

A psychiatric hospital

Painted up

As nicely


On the anniversary

Of the British invasion.

 

My body feels the attacks,

The utter fear of being

Knocked down, in such pain,

Unable to communicate

Or stay awake.

The memory locks me

Like an animal on a road

With headlights in its eyes.

I wait for such validation,

But who would do such a dare?

 

For psych survivors,
The fear is too great,

Of being locked up and tortured,

Without a habeas corpus.

We keep within the law

And still get done in.

So, how much worse would it be

If we did some graffiti?

We’d be too easy

For the labs to target

As a perpetual animal for their profits

Painted up as ‘unruly’ and ‘sick’

Needing to be ‘managed’,

White-gaffa on our mouths,

Ropes around our internal organs,

To keep our emotions numb,

Our thoughts quiet and scared.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I’m not suffering


I’m not suffering,

I’m just annoying

To people who want to give me more grief

Than I have already had.

They tell me to shut up

About double-standards they like to promote as valid opinions,

Saying, if I don’t modify my ways to fit with my gender,

They can shut me up

And have me tortured, or at least, they hint at that,

Without actually being the villain enough

To finish me that way, just curb

Through a look or by saying,

That certain words or phrases are a trigger

To not listen properly,

Or some faff of an excuse for prejudice to disclude,

Vilify, label and alienate.

They smile as they think

How they can get me down,

To their heel hobble mannerisms.

I can’t be given a scholarship

For a disability I don’t have,

When I have get-up-and-go ability,

Now that I’m not tied down

With track-marks on my butt

From psychiatrists’ disabling fortnightly injections,

That had all I’m meant to be and do

Flushed down by their pooh-pooh pulpit.

Society is very pushy,

But once you’ve been tortured in the community’s name,

You fear your own expression,

You fear your own perseverance,

Try to never push back, apologise way too readily…

You rarely express needs, wants,

Certainly fear asking for decency, with a forthright tone,

Lest you be considered ‘aggressive’.

I am not suffering,

So I want to have my say

About what is happening,

What has happened

And what should not be happening.

I will not be told some nonsense

From a prejudiced mouth

That wants keep brutal control 

Of language and opinions.

I have to survive more than that,

Otherwise I am being held back,

Humanity is being held back

And suffering as a result.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Free books!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Err and Grr by Initially NO

Err and Grr

by Initially NO

Giveaway ends April 21, 2014.

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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Taking the rot


Psychiatrist’s parrots –

Scared little things

With clipped wings

Repeating as well

As they can remember

The accumulated brainwashing,

Pegging it out to dry,

To re-wear torn and threadbare.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Protest? Me? In the street? In Queen Victoria?


http://www.amazon.com/Initially-NO/e/B00AGD17PI
 
When, I was under my last treatment order, uncertain if I’d ever be able to get off it, placed on a depot injection that left me no possibility of not having the neuroleptics doing their damage to me, during that time, I felt like I was awaiting execution, or rather I was being executed slowly, painfully, every day as the neuroleptics mangled, bashed and eroded my ability, thinking and happiness with constant pain and numbing of physical movement and intellect, uglifying, stupefying – destroying me.
 
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