I’ve finally come to a conclusion: that exact line actually shows up in both movies you guys mentioned—both in "Taylor Swift in the Rat Race" and in "Lionheart."
If anyone out there can identify this movie and tell me which actor delivered the line, "first I'm gonna beat you, then I'm gonna screw you," I would truly appreciate it.
Gary Watson4 said:so many of us deal with this exact issue, yet nobody seems to have a clue how to actually fix it.😢
There was a period where I was literally shaking every single time I went to get in or out of my old Ford Escort; I actually started dreading touching the door handle. Why? Because the car builds up a massive amount of static electricity while you're driving, and then—BAM—it all discharges through you the second you grab the latch. Oddly enough, I never had this nightmare with any of my other cars.
And it isn't just about vehicles. Static builds up on our very bodies when we walk around wearing synthetic fabrics, only to zap us the moment we touch something else. It’s an absolute shock to the system!
Have you ever wondered why hospital floors in intensive care units are made of specific conductive materials connected to the ground via resistors? It's not by accident. They design them that way to constantly bleed off the static electricity from anyone walking around.
The bottom line? Stop wearing cheap synthetics if you want to stop getting shocked.
Larry Cruz51 said:I just can't focus on studying if I stay home; there are too many computers, TVs, radios, phones, and other distractions everywhere.🙂
Honestly, if I turn everything off, I just get this sudden, overwhelming urge to deep-clean my entire apartment down to the last speck of dust. Then, once I’ve exhausted every possible excuse to avoid studying, I end up calling someone to find materials for me.😉
Back in my day, I couldn't concentrate at home either. Even when I tried to study at home, I’d end up reading the first few pages of a textbook a million times before inevitably passing out.
So, I started heading over to the downtown public library, and that’s when things finally clicked. 🙂
Larry Cruz51 said:The guy posts a ton when he isn't sleeping. There's plenty of time.😉
Oh, sure! I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping lately, so clearly I just haven't found the "time" to study. Is there a problem with getting some rest?🙂
Larry Cruz51 said:My doctor actually recommended I try smoking weed...
Oh, please! If I had a doctor like that, 🙂 I wouldn't dare touch the stuff on my own, but if a medical professional gave me the green light? Then I’d certainly give it a shot. 😁
Before you even think about touching a drink, you greasy jerk, go down and grab two shots of olive oil. Let that stuff coat your stomach so it can float on top and act as a barrier, preventing those alcohol vapors from hitting you straight to the head 😁
frozenangler9 said:I have no idea what kind of radiation we're even talking about here—electromagnetic?
As they say, we're dealing with geo-pathogenic radiation—GPR. GPR refers to a biologically active form of energy that hasn't been sufficiently studied yet. In its radiant form, it doesn't just impact humans; it wreaks havoc on the entire plant and animal kingdom. The common thread among all theories regarding how GPR works is that within its zone of influence, the conditions necessary for living organisms to function harmoniously are effectively neutralized.
There are several primary sources of GPR:
- underground water currents - geological fault lines - and GPR itself as a byproduct of the interaction between harmful solar and cosmic radiation spectra combined with Earth's magnetic fields and other environmental factors.
Thomas Mendoza5 👍
Even though I carry a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, I don't consider myself "crazy." Honestly, I don't even understand what being "crazy" is supposed to mean. It isn't my fault if my mind operates on a different frequency than everyone else's. Is it my fault that I perceive things others miss? That I can seemingly slip into someone else's mind and know exactly what they're thinking while they're talking to me? Or that when I'm walking down a street, I don't just see the pavement beneath my feet, but rather the entire spinning globe rotating as I move?
frozenangler9, it’s blindingly obvious that there are various types of harmful radiation that negatively impact people. I have the book "radiesthesia application" by Boris Farkaš, which describes these radiations quite thoroughly, yet nowhere in its pages did I find anything suggesting that this radiation can be blocked by simply sliding some plastic sheets under your living room rug. In my opinion, it's perfectly reasonable for a radiesthesia practitioner to investigate groundwater radiation in an apartment and suggest, say, moving your bed away from where the signal passes through—that's fine. But handing over $100 for some flimsy plate that's supposed to stop that radiation? That is nothing more than selling smoke.
No123 said:I’m curious if anyone here actually practices breathwork? Specifically, has anyone managed to trigger those full-body vibrations, where your lips start trembling and you hit a state that feels almost like an orgasm? I'd love to hear your experiences. Thanks. 😎
There is a massive difference between someone just reciting facts they read in a book and actually having skin in the game—having gained real-world experience through the grueling, daily grind of hard work. 😉
Karen Sanchez19 said:With just a bit of effort—maybe a few months of practice—the average person can actually get pretty good at mastering astral projection techniques.
So, tell me, did you actually pull off an astral projection, or are you just reciting theory about how "easy" it is supposed to be?
I’m curious if anyone else here has experimented with breathwork. Has anyone managed to trigger those intense full-body vibrations through breathing alone? I'm talking about that sensation where your lips start trembling and you hit a state that feels almost like an orgasm. Anyone? Thanks. 😎
Hey, I'm Draco. I've been around the block a few times now, living at home with my mom and my dog—a big Schnauzer. I've also got two sisters, both married; one has three kids and the other has two. If anyone actually cares to see what I look like, you can check out my profile picture under the "Miscellaneous" section. Honestly, I have no idea why I'm even here. Did someone make a mistake? 😎
restlessmarlin6 said:Please, just leave the prejudices and moral lecturing out of this.🙂
I want to know if there is any way to reach those elevated states of consciousness—the kind you usually get from drugs—through "natural" means?
Are there specific meditations, exercises, or anything like that?
Keep the answers simple; I'm just a layman here.
Thanks. 🙂
To put it as simply as possible: the master key that unlocks all spiritual breakthroughs is breathing. If I were you, I’d hunt down a book that details various breathing techniques and then commit to practicing them every single day. Just a little bit at a time. Pretty soon, you'll start feeling the initial shifts, and once you do, you'll actually have the drive to move on to more advanced stuff, like concentration techniques and so on. But start with breathing. The exercises are incredibly straightforward, yet the results are undeniable.
Bradley Fisher20, what kind of project are you even talking about here? What exactly am I supposed to be doing, and how on earth do you think this should be organized?
As far as I'm concerned, those of us on this Reddit can speak openly about our own situations—and you've already seen proof of that.
Bradley Fisher20, I honestly have no clue why this schizophrenia manifested in me. It felt like my life was going fine, aside from the war, where I lived under constant, crushing stress. Back in '96, I started receiving psychiatric treatment, but it was for PTSD, and I ended up hospitalized for two months because of it. After a while, I stopped taking my meds and switched to Xanax. Everything seemed fine again, except for the fact that I was almost constantly dreaming about the war—flying through my dreams, scouting enemy positions, cursing at enemies on guard duty. I even felt their blood on me while walking down the street during the day, which would send me into a shivering fit of horror. During the daylight hours, I was relatively cheerful; I’d go fishing with my old buddies from the service, and we had a great time. My manic phase didn't actually kick in until I discovered Reddit for the first time. Writing on the forums made me feel like I was reliving the war and everything that went down back in '91. People posted all sorts of nonsense on there, and that guy Uzdanica was constantly uploading war photos. For instance, I’ll open a thread in the morning after turning on my computer, and there it is: a photo of twenty dead insurgents lying in the snow next to some house. That's when I completely lost it. By the way, back then, the forums had no moderators, and the administrators treated the site like an afterthought. That’s how it all started for me.
I can agree with almost everything you wrote regarding schizophrenia, except for your point about medications not being necessary. Maybe they aren't once things settle down—maybe then you could manage with group therapy or something similar—but in the acute phase? There isn't a soul alive who could handle that mental pressure without pills; I know from firsthand experience. I haven't exactly studied the disease, other than reading this, so all I really know is what happened to me and how I reacted. When I asked my psychiatrist if I’d have to be on medication for the rest of my life, he said maybe not, but he added: "Be glad that good medications exist."
And you're absolutely right about the sleep deprivation and hallucinations. Once during the war, we were deployed in the field, and I hadn't slept for two days straight. I was driving the last vehicle in a convoy pulling artillery. First, I saw non-existent people running across the road in front of me, and then I’d suddenly find myself waking up on the left side of the road—it happened several times. I tried taking some stimulant pill meant for combat drivers to stay awake, but even that didn't help. Then I lit a cigarette and rolled down the window for some fresh air, but nothing worked. Eventually, I just started talking to myself, barely making it until we reached our destination.
Aside from those magnetic blankets, I can't wrap my head around why anyone would buy those plastic plates with copper yin-yang symbols printed on them to prevent "harmful radiation," especially when they charge $115 for a single plate. If someone actually tried to scam me with that, they'd have to be dead drunk, yet people still fall for it.
And sure, I'd participate in meetings where people interested in schizophrenia or those living with it could socialize, but where on earth are those meetings?