Welcome from Jim (or Wallace) Adams
Three TW (toothbrush wrapper) tests
A TW is a person who cannot think independently, and is therefore under mind control. The tests are
1. Introduce the idea in a conversation that the person is a toothbrush wrapper. He or she will not object. For example
'As an important toothbrush wrapper, what do you think are your major achievements of the day?'
2. Sit with a laptop, tune into my website and play the Sonata for Four Hands. This piece of music is totally original.
If the person asks you to turn it off, and threatens violence if you do not, she or he is a TW.
It does not mean if the person walks away and comes back half an hour later she or he is a TW.
3. The person is a TV addict to the extent that moving in front of a TV or introducing interesting and persistent
distractions is met with by strong verbal abuse.
This is mainly the case with people who watch football on TV
but do not go to matches. Since TWs are unable to think independently they believe everything they are told.
TWs cannot understand anything outside what they are told by authority. The condition appears to be incurable, but long absence from TV, say in
a non English speaking country, particularly with a different political system may help. It is interesting that people who can multitask are not TWs.
People who become aware that they are toothbrush wrappers are unable to change their condition. They may appear to become distressed.
Describe them as TWs (team workers) instead. They will then stop thinking again and become happy.
Why the sane in mind control society are abused
In a lax sense a lunatic society does not accept social deviancy which other societies deem permissible. In a rigorous sense it does not accept
The UK is a control society based on totalitarian principles where it is forbidden to think. This social control is accepted, deranged,
ineffective and absurd. The Republic of Ireland has a democratic structure encapsulating values of human worth and distributed power.
The UK is a mind control society with knee-jerk conformity to hereditary highly vertical power relationships, where nonconformity to
this norm, asserting the use of reason to investigate taboos, factual social analysis and moral reasoning is met with by forced refusal and in
English society attends to perceived needs as a disbursal of power and never as a dialogue with the needy. I reject its values.
Relative to the government in London, I am a lunatic. Relative to the Republic of Ireland, my views can be accommodated within the normal.
I believe in the existence of absolute truth. One quarter of the English warm to my rebellion, one half reject it, and those with power use it to
prevent my free speech and free thought. I cannot remain here any more with this fraudulent regime and society and must escape its grip.
No shock can break the spell of certainty towards BBC and other media propaganda and the false belief in their values. Claiming social reasons
for a rule-based society with strict accountancy, UK class structure is vertical from the monarchy at the apex with stupendous wealth and no
taxation, and is stratified by accent, homosexual education and a dress code which turns increasingly more elaborate and archaic at the higher
levels. The greed and accountancy fraud of the elite stabilses its power and in its external aggression directs the most violent society on Earth.
I have just taken the Psycom test on schizophrenia, which shows little or no indication of it. The test is a poor one. It would show Donald Trump
is totally sane whereas intuition strongly suggests he is deeply cognitively deficient. Conservative thinkers often reject my thinking by lashing out.
This is based on fact and moral reasoning and challenges their norms and social integrity. My brother cannot accommodate to my description
of the UK as a lunatic society and by implication his acceptance of it. His comments on me recorded by the psychiatric service are libelous.
I can use highly abstract and complex thinking. Mind control society trains people not to think. I challenge that, put my reasoning in simple
form, and ask you to use your insight whether you think it is correct. A major task for me is to set up the global Rebel University to challenge
hidebound and traditional thinking.
The NHS service has deeply antisocial elements, its medical regime is incompetent, and my experience of its incarceration was a nightmare.
It is sometimes remarked and is fact that the NHS has Nazi tendencies. Only a deeply lunatic system would incarcerate me for five months
without testing my condition, seeing that NHS assumptions were deranged or noticing staff had beaten me up with severe bruising on admission.
The imbalance between patient's rights and the system is such that there is an urgent need for a Mental Health Patients Union (MHPU).
The system is often degrading and humiliating to the patient. Only those who accept this degradation of the human spirit can get out.
We have got to get rid of this system which treats mental illness as a form of imprisonment as the default mode.
It is a shameful indictment of our society that both alarm at injustice and protest are taken as mental instability.
I am now suggesting that Blackburn be put under special measures if it cannot put itself right.
I think sometimes we have to appreciate that we shout at people because we love them,
and that sometimes we cannot separate in our minds love from hate.
We need to teach love, not punishment, but we need to have the resolve and go through the pain of putting things right.
There was a programme on Radio Moscow many years ago by a young and enthusiastic commentator who got his innuendos wrong.
It was called Sports Briefs.
There was a section about the 'fastest woman in the World', about a racing driver. He would not have known that 'fast woman' had another connotation.
Table of Contents
- Apollo-Gaia Project
- Azimuth Project
- Ecology, Food and Permaculture
- Energy in Planned Climate Catastrophe Aversion
- Global Embezzlements and Negotiations for better Use
- Gnostics - The first amongst many Christians and today's Heritage
- Lesser Mathematics in Stages to Greater Mathematics
- Loving Politics and Human Rights
- Our Galaxy the Milky Way
- Plays, Novels and Film
- Postevolutionary Systems are Evolving
- Raoof Mirzaei on Science
- Rebellion Jazz and Poetry
- Rebel University
- Recycling and Waste
- Sunshine and Happiness
- Transition from the Fourth Reich to a New History
- Vedic Civilisations
IT TAKES INTENSE EFFORT TO BECOME A TOTAL LUNATIC, BUT SOME DENY THIS AND SAY IT IS RATHER EASY.
CONFRONTED WITH THE COLLAPSE OF ALL MORAL AND ETHICAL VALUES WE CAN ASK: WHERE DOES INSANITY LIE?
I HAVE BEEN RELEASED FROM DETENTION UNDER THE MENTAL HEATH ACT FOR REASONS OF INTENSE DISTRESS
WITH A POLITICAL FACT THAT TAKES NO GREAT EFFORT TO OBTAIN ITS OBJECTIVE TRUTH. THIS MIGHT BE THOUGHT
UNUSUAL, BUT CONDITIONS OBTAINED WHERE I HAD NO EFFECTIVE REDRESS, AND WAS DETAINED IN DENIAL OF MY
RIGHTS WHICH I EXPECT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PROVIDED TO ME BUT WERE NOT.
'I HAVE COME TO THE DISTURBING CONCLUSION THAT THE SITUATION IS INSANE AND GETTING WORSE. THERE IS
NO SOLUTION BY STATING WE KNOW HOW TO GET OUT, ONLY BY LISTENING TO THOSE THAT WILL GIVE US ADVICE
ON HOW TO ALLEVIATE THE SITUATION. OUR KNOWLEDGE IS ONLY MINOR SUPPORT IN THAT. THIS IS THE MEANING
OF GETTING THE SYSTEM NORMAL AND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
SOMEONE JUST SPOKE TO ME NOW - YOU'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN IF YOU BREAK MY HEART. I THINK THAT HE WAS
TALKING ABOUT US PERSONALLY, AND THAT IS PRECISELY IT. WE ARE IN A PLANETARY LUNATIC ASYLUM HEADING
FOR CLIMATE CATASTROPHE MURDER. WE CAN GET OUT, BUT WE LUNATICS HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER TO DO IT.
IT CAN BE DONE!'
THESE PSYCHIATRISTES LUNATIQUES BRITANIQUE-MARMALADE-EXTERMINE' SEE NO OBJCTION ON DEROGATION FROM
GOT IT! IF TOTAL LUNACY OK RULES, PSYCHIATRIQUE STAFF WHO WALK ALONG THE CORRIDOR
FRENCH TO ENGLISH THAT I SHOULD WASH MY HAIR WITH SHAVING CREAM AND BRUSH MY BOTTOM WITH A TOOTHBRUSH.
LATE AT NIGHT TO TURN THE LIGHT ON AND OFF TO ENSURE I AM NOT THERE WOULD BE ...
I am currently setting up MHPU (Mental Health Patient's Union). I am currently the only
'Muhammed', which is an appropriate name in Islamic Societies, has been confined in Blackpool NHS by his relatives for
religious irregularities. He seems to be fine and well-adjusted. He does not speak English and few of the staff here speak
I hope to assist a patient here in Blackpool, who is in a similar situation to myself. His wife had an affair whilst he was
in hospital, and she has moved all money illegally and without authorisation from his account. She is the 'preferred
closest relative'. She can keep him here until the system allows him out, by which time she will have absconded with
I have advised him not to go on hunger strike, and he has accepted this. Otherwise the situation would be made
incomparably more difficult for him.
CMYK 23rd January 2019
To the Consultant Psychiatrist ... 28th January 2019 (in Blackpool, not Blackburn)
To the Consultant Psychiatrist
To the Representative today, 29th January 2019
To the Representative today
To my former GP, 31st January 2019
Letter to my former GP
The work of Jim, or Wallace, Adams is a case in point. Do you like him sitting in our psychiatric jails, or have you a greater sense of humour? Speak out.
Tormenting the truth
The war between self-expression and mind control
- Religion and anti-religion
- The rebellion of Truth and the correctness of incorrect thinking
- Why the sane in mind control societies are abused
- Politics and the relativity of Truth
It is sometimes asked what disease I suffer from. As of this evening I have discovered what it is. It has been there all my life, and God willing will be there at the instant I die. It is noI suffer from Declamation of the Mind disesase - madness upon extermination of the soul. Some do not know of what this condition, perhaps of Dementia, it is. When stopped from
sorrow but the greatest happiness. It is pure Love itself. It explains all past derangements and perhaps all future ones too.
declaiming the condition of my soul, say because of a mere pen in abject admission that under lost pen conditions I am not allowed one until a new one can be obtained by involved
bureaucratic procedures, I collapse in grief prostrate and flat on the floor, proclaiming with great weeping and violent force the need to record my anguish and my thinking with pen on
paper. None understand this, and I am presented with medications to cool me down from my condition of utter distress at having the thought but no means of recording it, this thought
may therefore die. I had declared to a nurse that if there were two alternatives, that I become immersed in nothing of consequence with my body whole and intact, or otherwise my arms
be chopped off and my legs too, but my mind should be still with me, there would be no option but from the latter rather than the former. People do not understand the force and absolute
determination or in what rage of magnitude I state it. It is obvious to me this requires no further consideration whatsoever. I keep my mind. There is nothing else to say.
I think my main problem has been the non-acceptance of my death. There has always been a resitance against this. It has been given as a will to give a gift to Hunanity of Eternal Value.
I feel this Gift Has and Will be Denied. The only Act I have then left is to see the Extermination of my thinking amongst all thought whilst still proclaiming as best I can its Truth, and then
my own death in submssion to the Will of What is to Be. I do not know if this will happen, but if I am prepared to accept my death in these conditions as a gift of Death to Live in Eternal
Truth, then this gift may be shared by others for the benefit of Humanity, without my name even being recognised. Then I shall be at Peace. When I have recognised that I have no will, but
the Will of Allah determines mine, then will I accept with Joy the extermination of all my thinking and myself with Joy. If I accept this in Peace of myself, I am at last a whole and complete
expression of the Universal Self which is the Accomplishment of God. Allah Akbar - God is Great. Basically, but it is a bit too rigid, I do not assert my claim to the control of anything, but
I can always declaim what I think is right.
I am in a hospital with a corridor of old men. It is pehaps near 'Christmas'. I think it is of no consequence. I hear an old man sing out of tune and in great voice a tune I cannot distinguish.
His condition speaks to me as of myself. He knows, however late it be, eventually there will be his death. He speaks in deranged singing the wish of his Heart. I instantly declare his need
as one of no absolution but of the greatest strength and magnitude. I salute you, strange warrior, in the assumption of your death. None could be so eloquent, even in its late arrival. Let us
hear no more of me but the Greater You you find in yourself. Let us Listen, it demands it.
I think that through my 69 years
I have a last reached an immense repose
A repose not wanted by any natural circumstance
Nor inner sense of health or lack of quietude
of what surrounds in great commotion and to great extent.
It is that, of today, I recognise throughout
the long twistings of my life
and the many accommodations to its inner deficiencies
and that of myself
I have at least retained until now a constancy of thinking.
It is that I, this little being surrounded by the
vastness of space it did not know
Always sought, depite many vicissitudes of life
To assert the strength of my inner being as a true self
And the outward world as but a reflection of that.
This certitude, never before voiced, traces my path
from childhood to manhood and now old age.
This I accept as the constancy of myself
And its identification, however misjudged
With an outer entity, expressing Truth.
I now see this as Love itself.
And if I die tomorrow, yet the Love of yesterday
Will still be written in the Book of Time
As my proclamation, which I now make.
That God is Love, His Name is Allah.
He is written in many languages. For me
the name is Truth. If it is for Truth
I die, however knowing its essence or its form,
I cannot deny my life as now, whatever happens
That's it, even without God.
Blessed is the speck of dust that flows with the wind
For it is the wish of God, or Allah Himself, that it should Be.