Unfortunately, the tests showed I didn"t have AIP or anything resembling amphetamine intoxication or drugs. I started seeing the sun in different colors rising in the west, not the east, by that time, and believed I was a special agent of God. I believed God was sending me signs. I saw the Devil in my room. I was fourteen at that time, three years before I hit the streets.
One morning, my mother came into my room and caught me sprinkling holy water (which I had blessed from the tap) onto a sunbeam, high up; it was the Devil"s chest.
The bellyaches stopped when I was put on antipsychotics and Ativan. I did quite a bit of reading about paranoid schizophrenia. Cool. Ernest Hemingway had it, maybe Vincent Van Gogh, certainly John Nash of A Beautiful Mind.
All gifted and genius like me. Cool
