Posts by Chloe Flores83

Hey everyone, where you all at? I just stumbled upon this test—not sure if it’s already crossed your radar—but if you have seen it, how did you guys handle it?

Alright, Jose Ward4, we might not have Napoleon here, but we've got an alien joining the crew, which honestly sounds way cooler. And let's be real, that mysterious Jetty guy is actually pretty easy on the eyes (Visionary, how did you even track him down?). This is quite the group we've got going—everyone is such a character... Speaking of which, what if we all teamed up and wrote a book about our adventures? Like a crazy person's diary or something. It’d be a total bestseller and we'd all strike it rich! Thanks, Joseph Bailey41, you could totally be our resident therapist with a crystal ball, obviously. What do you guys think?

Not too bad so far. We've got two Jesuses, Neo, and the most positive person of the year... maybe even a little Napoleon in the mix?
Joseph Bailey41, here's my take 😁what's on your mind?

I honestly couldn't keep track of who was playing whom... Vordas, were you actually playing Jesus? And Diego, you were Neo—what’s your take on that? Are you secretly a rebel too?

Laura Castillo6 said:Acting like you're the one in charge of everything. Honestly, I think that’s exactly why people turn to drugs—they get this fleeting sense of freedom, like they can finally break out of all those suffocating social norms and the cages society builds around us.

Did you forget half a sentence there, or am I just seeing things? It feels to me like everyone who suddenly turns to Jesus or starts trying to save the planet actually wants to change the world even when they're perfectly "normal." I honestly think those folks are just quiet rebels at heart—people who can't stand injustice and feel driven to fight it. Then, something just clicks in their heads, and suddenly they're looking for Jesus to come along and fix everything in an instant.

Jose Ward4 said:You know how to keep a secret. Chloe Flores83?

Got anything you want to spill to the whole group, or just me?

Laura Castillo6 said:Honestly? No. I don't even like thinking about it, let alone talking about it.

It's all good... but if you don't mind me asking, what were you like back when you were Jesus?

Alright, I’m jumping in too... mostly because I'm dying to hear everyone's stories. Jose Ward4, how did you even end up becoming neo, and what kind of stuff were you actually doing while you were at it? And John, tell me more about these tactile hallucinations—is it like feeling someone tickling you, or that creepy sensation of bugs crawling on your skin? What was it like for you?

So, how did I end up meeting nečastiv? That’s the million-dollar question. You start out trying to follow that whole "love your enemies" thing from Isusov, and before you know it, there’s nobody left to dislike—then you go and fall head over heels for the devil himself. It's wild. Honestly, what that lecherous guy did to me... I won't even say his name, just knowing it is enough. What do you think? A little devilish, I guess. No clue where he is now, though. We aren't together anymore.

This whole thing about fish is pretty convenient, right? At least until you’re shaving and suddenly feel like you've been chosen to save the entire planet. Then your brain just starts spinning. And my pets? They were all so huge they actually bit me—if they'd really gone for it, they would've taken my fingers. During my wilder phases, my cats and dogs were just like how Jose Ward4 feels about things; we didn't just like each other, we absolutely adored one another. I remember this German Shepherd over at the local park—he passed away a few years ago. He looked terrifying, honestly. Had this massive black head like a K9 officer, always barking and pacing around on his chain, and I just got this crazy idea that I had to pet him. When he finally went quiet, I walked up to stroke him, and he started acting like a little baby. I really thought all animals could sense me now, but I quickly learned better when a tiny Pomeranian nearly took my hand off during one of my more stable moments. 😁

Regarding the birds, John, you're totally right. With my lot, I felt like I saw every bit of evil in the world just by clearing out their little hiding spots. But what could I do? They were flying around all night until morning, and then a pair of white pigeons showed up. That was my sign that I’d found them all and could finally step away from the window. Time to start a new chapter, I guess. As for sex, it seems like everyone loves it, yet nobody wants to talk about it. I don't mind either topic, but after dealing with Wicked sex, doing it with people just feels totally pointless.

I mean, you could definitely call it being wicked, considering I spent years sleeping with Satan. There, I said it.🙄 While everyone else was terrified of him, he was actually just making love to me. Does anyone else have a story like this, or maybe some sexual hallucinations?

Oh, right! I totally forgot to mention that weird thing with the fish. I honestly don't know what happened, but twice while I was out in the deep ocean, these silvery fish just started swirling around my legs. They weren't scared of me at all—it was almost like they were tame. It felt so surreal, like they were staring right at me. I can't tell if they were just incredibly curious little creatures or if I was having some kind of hallucination.

Aside from that one time, I haven't had any hallucinations, which is why I'm asking. Once, I spent an entire night watching birds all flying in the exact same direction, but my doctor insisted it was impossible and told me I was just hallucinating. Then, a few years later, it clicked—those were just migratory birds heading south. Another time, I thought I saw a Virgin Mary statue. I was sitting in a coffee shop, staring at this statue, thinking to myself, "There isn't actually a statue here," but I couldn't figure out what I was looking at. Later, I realized it was just a massive patio umbrella—a canvas canopy—that looked like a perfectly sculpted statue because it was covered in snow. And yeah, I did have one actual hallucination once when the title of a book called 'friendly whisper' suddenly changed to 'friendly whispering' right before my eyes. There's a whole story behind that one, too, but honestly, these sexual hallucinations are way more interesting. John, could you tell me a bit more about yours?

Mom, I was just kidding—one sock always disappears in the laundry. It’s practically a law of physics.
But seriously, can I ask a real question? What actually happens during psychosis? And why does everyone act like being in a psychotic state is so much worse than being on medication? For me, it always felt incredible. I had this mountain of ideas that just carried me along, like I had wings. If I ever hit a dead end with my little theories, I’d just shut down and pretend I wasn't even there. People would think I was catatonic, but really, I just didn't feel like talking. I even spent ten days straight just rambling nonsense once—it was actually pretty fun. Has anyone else gone through something like that? And what are these fears and dark hallucinations you guys keep mentioning?
I guess I'm still trying to put my own puzzle pieces together...

Joseph Bailey41 said:Haha... if you had actually checked their website the moment that new cap showed up instead of the old one, you would have just found some promotional "web content"... I honestly can't stand those little marketing gimmicks. I was actually getting my hopes up thinking we'd received a message from a parallel universe, but nope—just another total letdown. 😢

Yeah, true. I’ve definitely played that game before, convincing myself certain letters were always there and I just couldn't see them until they "appeared" after years of being out in the sun. It's not like I haven't tried looking for a logical explanation, but it's still pretty weird how they showed up, considering I live all by myself.

Joseph Bailey41 said:The message on the cap might be telling you to "cap it"—basically, stop talking about those private conversations you have with Bob, your subconscious, or whatever. Honestly, maybe you needed to hear that back then, but it feels a bit late now; everything that was supposed to happen has already happened. As for who sent the message or how... I don't know. Maybe it was a version of you from the future, someone from a parallel universe, Bob himself... or maybe it's just a silly coincidence, like someone else tossed their trash into your bin. That last one seems the most likely to me.

Regarding those numbers and letters popping up five years later, maybe you just swapped the caps by mistake. Coca-Cola puts all sorts of random codes and lettering under their caps all the time.

WEB CW57NJOF

Joseph Bailey41 said:You wouldn't have needed to tear the apartment apart; you would have just had to go back to wherever you actually left it and set it on the knife. For everything we lose, we technically know where it is—it's just that the information is temporarily unavailable to us. That night out probably returned you to the state you were in when you tucked that stone away somewhere. You placed it in an aesthetically perfect spot (that black-on-white contrast), but once you got some sleep, you returned to your normal, everyday self, and that memory of what you did the night before simply wasn't accessible anymore. Think about who gave you the stone and how you felt about them. My guess is that there were some conflicted emotions involved—someone who was dear to you at one point, but perhaps not always.

I had a stone like that once, too—one I kept losing and finding. It was part of a pendant on a chain I got from a guy I was seeing, though I didn't really want to get serious with him because something about him felt off. One time, I complimented the chain—specifically the stone, which I can't even name, but it was black too. He took the chain off and insisted on giving it to me, even though I initially declined. When we finally broke up, I tried to give it back, but he refused to take it. I liked the stone, so I tucked it away and threw the rest of the jewelry away just so I wouldn't be reminded of him. And it used to show up randomly—not in obvious places, but tucked away in drawers or somewhere ridiculous while I was cleaning. I dragged it with me through several moves, "lost" it, found it, hid it again, and so on. I think I finally tossed it because the whole cycle was starting to drive me crazy, though I can't be entirely sure. Then, about fifteen years after we last spoke, this guy reached out to me a few days after I created a Facebook profile. He was using a fake name, had some abstract image for an avatar, and instead of introducing himself, he sent me a photo of himself in a message... just one eye visible, the other covered by a filter, trying way too hard to look mysterious. Ugh. Yeah, now I remember—I threw that stone in the trash right after that. 😠

Thanks so much for explaining that to me, really. Truly. Okay, let me run this one by you: I had just taken out the trash and put a fresh bag in. I was chatting away with Bogey for a second, went to grab a glass of water, and then I see two bottle caps sitting in the trash. One small Coca-Cola cap that said 'Look under the cap' (spoiler: there was nothing) and a large one from a five-liter jug of Jane that I used to buy back then. My very first thought was that maybe I put the big one in there myself and forgot. So, naturally, I checked my Jane bottle, and yep, the cap was still right there, so I definitely didn't forget. I hadn't even touched the Coke, so I didn't even try to overthink that one. The absolute dumbest part is that a few years after those letters and numbers appeared under the Coca-Cola cap—which made zero sense, obviously—they were still there. There isn't much of a message to find, other than it being literal garbage🙂 but those are the facts. And it’s not like I’m making it up, because I still have them.

Alright, let me get straight to the point about the price—I know I’m being a total bore, probably the most tedious person here, but maybe this makes things clearer: this whole thing with stuff moving around always happened right after I woke up or whenever I walked through the door from outside. The wildest instance was right before my first psychotic break. I spent the entire day just acting silly at Central Park, hanging out near a guy who feeds the fish there, and when I finally got home that evening, I found this black semi-precious stone sitting right on the blade of the knife I’d left on the table after breakfast. In my head, I totally convinced myself that God had placed it there. Even though the next day it looked a little sinister against the white knife—which actually freaked me out a bit... like, was it evil forces? Because for the next few years, obsidian just gave me this weird sense of unease. Later on, I grew to like it and started wearing it as a necklace, but the clasp broke pretty quickly and it ended up in the trash. Here’s the thing: that stone was an old gift of mine, but I’d lost track of it somewhere and hadn't seen it in years. If I had put it on the knife myself, I would’ve had to tear half the apartment apart looking for it, and I really don't think I would have remembered doing that. Or would I?
Can I bug you guys one more time about this "stuff appearing out of nowhere" thing before I switch topics?

Laura Castillo6 said:It’s not all just hallucinations, but you really shouldn't assign too much weight to seeing certain people or following a specific chain of events during a psychotic episode—like they're some kind of supernatural or divine sign. During a psychosis, those neurotransmitter imbalances create these intense sensations, this sense of euphoria, and stuff like that (it feels just like a drug hit). That’s why it sticks in your mind so vividly.
Since I’ve dealt with this crap myself, I know exactly what happens later to someone who keeps playing those memories on a loop in their head. For me, I had to learn how to let it go by making sure I didn't give those moments any extra importance or focus.

I went through my own wild sequence of events, too, but it wasn't until I became more aware of the pattern that I started paying way too much attention to it. I think it's because you aren't slipping into those altered states of consciousness every single day, so it takes time for everything to settle back down. Once I started throwing myself into the usual daily grind and keeping busy, those episodes began to fade into the background. Even now, I can find myself drifting back into those old mental patterns quite easily, whether I want to or not. I try my best not to dwell on them, mostly because I don't want to build up a bunch of useless stress. I truly believe that stress plays a huge role in triggering illnesses and various other disorders.

After my last psychotic break, I started trying to put everything behind me. I told myself, "Okay, it was just an illness, period. Move on." But once I started posting on the forum and replaying the whole movie in my mind, I found myself drawn back to that supernatural feeling again. It keeps pulling me back. I thought maybe hearing about other people's experiences would help me make sense of what happened—to figure out if it was strictly schizophrenia or if there might have been something from "the other side," assuming such a thing even exists. Looking back isn't exactly pleasant, but at the same time, it feels like I'm trying to clear some mental clutter.
For me, stress isn't the main trigger; it's more about having a wild imagination and asking: "What does this all mean?" Well, once I start asking that question, I know I'm in for a rough ride.

Hey, flying lady... how do you actually deal with all this stuff disappearing from the house, or things moving around and then random new items just showing up? Everyone assumes people with schizophrenia are just doing it themselves and forgetting, or they straight up don't believe it even happened. Do you have any other take on it?