Told my town psychiatrist(good psychiatrist)

Warning:

Perhaps better not to speak to a malefic psychiatrist. With young soul, gremlin, mantis soul. Connected to the central core of the galaxy. Surely there will be a masochistic psychiatrist, the owner of this house will place it. In school they usually cheat, harry potter exists, it is not a myth. The system is in extreme chaos.

Some masochists want to keep their color, and want to have their machine, through telepathy I have been able to observe hunger.

In case you want to disinfect someone, it is convenient to have a telepath, emitting a signal. But God erases memory, you need to be an athlete, repeat and repeat. Surely not easy

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Tal vez mejor no hablar a un psiquiatra malefico. Con alma joven,  alma gremlin, mantis. Conectado al nucleo central de la galaxia. Seguramente existira algun psiquiatra masoquista, el dueño de esta casa lo colocara. En la escuela suelen hacer trampas, harry potter existe, no es un mito. El sistema esta en caos extremo. 

Algunos masoquistas desean conservar su color, y desean tener su maquina, mediante telepatia he podido observar hambre.

En caso de desear desinfectar alguien, conviene tener algun telepata, emitiendo señal. Pero dios borra memoria, necesita ser atleta, repetir y repetir. No es sencillo seguramente

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I have told my town psychiatrist what is going on inside the galaxy. I told him about the chaotic life of my little sister, imprisoned in a religious group, slave in another dimension. I told him that I hear voices, sometimes they ask for help to get out of the galaxy, hurricane, or just get rich, have their own home, galaxy.

The psychiatrist is from Austria, he seems like a new one. He was a positive man. He prescribed a lot of risperidone for me. Maybe the psychiatrist managed to get into my mind. But he recommend me to take 5x5 ml. The maximum recommended dose is 4-6 ml per day. It's very strange. I have taken 3 ml, and the voices, the brain frequency, the voices fade a little, you hear soft voices. Electricity, a small voltage continues to circulate through my fingers or any other part of the body. 

The electricity that circulates through my body is the tentacles of a false god, but especially of the owner of this hurricane, galaxy, house.

Conclusion, the sun will reach the center of the hurricane, one day the end will come in this prison, and the best thing to do is to turn off transmitters / receivers, and destroy the moon, win.

Tomorrow I will take 5-6 ml, mixed with alcohol.

I will not be tired, bored.






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The NavCoin channel, the old Navajo cryptocurrency, Navajo code, good zone to motivate disinfection. The crypto world has been my main place to be able to expand something, even something. Maybe someone lives in the tropics, maybe they get scopolamine. Sometimes there are opportunities, other times not. In my bed, in my dreams, I have observed a table, some Asians gathered, and then observing the Basilica of Loyola, Azpeitia. I still do not observe reaction, I do not observe towers, groups capable of getting rich, leaving this life tramp. We are all Africans, from Hymalaya, cold Russia, Greenlanders extracting ruby ​​to create a laser cannon, like that of Teide (Spain), we are women, men, reborn in mysterious wombs. The owner of this galaxy creates saints, supposed gods. San Fermin in Pamplona (Spain), .... In each town a saint, a tower. And so he manages to conquer the entire planet. The planet is completely dark. Telepaths need to stop listening to the radio. Listen when it is important, to detect people, wishing to be rich. Masochism seems to be the adversary of the rich. Dictatorship is necessary, to detect masochism, and use a heavy hand, or tomorrow you may die crucified, or burned at the stake.Telepaths are crossed out, canceled. In medieval times, when you don't serve the god of this galaxy, he will nullify you. He will call you "antxumea"(lamb) , black sheep, demon. It is surely obligatory to enter the church, on Sundays, sun day, dia del sol. The mountains in the Basque country are full of crosses, and the squares will be full of dead bodies.

Side effects. Playing with witchcraft will lead to losing the color of the soul. The laboratory is real, the herbivore / carnivore. Youth is being lost, different personalities are appreciated, it is real.



A good telepath in the medieval era needs tranquility, after dressing as a chameleon, like god, for carnival, traveling to the tropics, getting damon estramonio, burundanga, belladonna. Some chemist capable of canceling the cerebral frequency, untying himself from that invisible dimension. The hands of the god of this galaxy touch genitals, incite from that dimension. It will try to attract you to observe fleeting visions. The supposed love is his best trap, but the temples, the squares, the crosses, ... So much darkness give him away. It does not stop offering invocation. In the year 1184 (inquisition) surely the general, the dictator was assassinated, and we lost all the towers. The supposed freedom won that year. There is a need for a dictatorship. The coronavirus shows the same situation, you need to cancel the freedom to defeat the CPU, the monster of this galaxy.


It seems that witchcraft creates two souls. And the soul of this dimension ends up modified when you commit crimes .... Maybe this is not true, or yes, I cannot confirm it. And in the future maybe the soul can be recovered, but it will be a lot of work, you need to be an athlete, go on and on, robotism, cold. 


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El canal NavCoin, la vieja cryptomoneda Navajo, Navajo code. El mundo crypto ha sido mi principal lugar para poder expandir algo, aunque sea algo. Tal vez alguien vive en el tropico, tal vez consigue escopolamina. A veces hay oportunidades, otras veces no. En mi cama, en mis sueños, he observado un a mesa, reunidos unos asiaticos, y despues observando la basílica de Loyola, Azpeitia. Aun no observo reaccion, no observo torres, grupos capaces de conseguir ser rico, dejando esta vida vagabunda. Todos somos africanos, de hymalaya, rusia frio, groenlandes extrayendo rubí para crear un cañon laser, como el de Teide(españa), somos mujeres, hombres, renacidos en uteros misteriosos. El dueño de esta galaxia crea santos, supuestos dioses. San Fermin en Pamplona(spain),.... En cada pueblo un santo, una torre. Y así consigue conquistar el planeta entero. El planeta esta completamente oscuro. Los telepatas necesitan dejar de escuchar radio. Escuchar cuando es importante, para detectar gente, deseando ser rico. El masoquismo parece el adversario del rico. Es necesario la dictadura, para detectar el masoquismo, y utilizar mano dura, o mañana tal vez mueres crucificado, o quemado en la hoguera.

Los telepatas son tachados, anulados. Cuando no sirves al dios de esta galaxia, te anulara. Te llamara "antxumea", oveja negra, demonio. Seguramente es obligatorio entrar en la iglesia, los domingos, sun day, dia del sol. Las montañas en pais vasco estan llenas de cruces, y las plazas estaran llenas de cuerpos, muertos.

Efectos secundarios. Jugar con la brujeria conllevara a perder el color del alma. El laboratorio es real, el herbivoro/carnivoro. La juventud se va perdiendo, se aprecian diferentes personalidades, es real.


Un buen telepata en la epoca medieval necesita tranquilidad, despues vestirse como un camaleon, igual que dios, de carnaval, viajar al tropico, conseguir datura estramonio, burundanga, belladona. Algun quimico capaz de anular la frecuencia cerebral, desatarse de esa dimension invisible. Las manos del dios de esta galaxia tocan genitales, incitan desde esa dimension. Intentara atraerte para observar visiones fugaces. El supuesto amor es su mejor trampa, pero los templos, la splazas, las cruces,... Tanta oscuridad le delatan. No para de ofrecer invocacion. En el año 1184(inquisicion) seguramente el general, el dictador fue asesinado, y perdimos todas las torres. La supuesta libertad ganó aquel año. Se observa necesidad de dictadura. El coronavirus muestra la misma situacion, necesitas anular la libertad para vencer al CPU, al monstruo de esta galaxia.


Parece que la brujeria crea dos almas. Y el alma de esta dimension acaba modificado cuando cometes crimenes.... Tal vez esto no es cierto, o si, no puedo confirmarlo 100%, pero observo gente extraña, con alma modificada. Y cuando mueres, acaba unificado, tal vez funcionara así...  Y en el futuro tal vez se podra recuperar el alma, pero sera mucho trabajo, necesitas ser atleta, seguir y seguir, robotismo, frio.