Stigma

I’m feeling self conscious about the following Blog post. I know that I have readers and they are not always staff. I think that admitting that I have a mental illness is a shock to readers who are not staff. I’m sorry; this might be a disconnect. The truth that I have been talking about mental illness the whole time is apparent to readers that have been with me for a while. There are lots of posts that deal with the “conscience” going back several years in Gevluef. Considering that you are a new reader, I apologize. There is a lot of awareness of mental illnesses in our communities; and that you are here, I am certain I completely understand the schizophrenia and schizo-affective mental illnesses. You are in good hands because in this Blog I explicitly tell the readers what exactly these are.

There is over three hundred fifty posts in Gevluef. I have accomplished much. I don’t want to lose a reader just because I have felt the need to distinguish myself from schizophrenia. It feels as if I am writing without a history. That’s not right; I have said enough for anyone to understand mental illness. If you don’t care about it, then resolve that you have had a chance to learn what exactly mental illness is.

Please have patience. This is a difficult subject. I have had some major changes recently. I am adjusting to a new circumstance. Though I am not feeling the historical perspective of Gevluef, I know that my ideas are good ones. It just takes time for the ideas to sink in.

If you are a family member please visit the Psychology Today article where the “Mental Health Problem” is discussed: mental-health-stigma

On Mood

My mental health is relative. The key word is relative. So, my housing establishes the mental health disposition. Thats because of the kind of mental illness I have; schizo-affective, I affect my community. How I am doing is relative. Doing good presently just means my community is doing good, and I am a function of that. If my housing changes, my mental health disposition would change resultantly. Relative to others. Clinically, the schizo-affective mental illness has a mood component. That is the relative factor I am trying to explain.

Wright Institute

A Sign Of The Times

I am experiencing the same sort of reality as everyone else. Graduating from high school in the second half of the eighties, community college, and University of California, I’m used to a much more private reality. The changes I’ve experienced since my younger days makes me think there is something wrong with me. I have no confidence. I’m constantly discerning my constituency as adversaries. And, I just have to realize that everyone is experiencing that. The times have changed.

There are three possible factors that could have influenced society. They are probably obvious. Starting in 1988 new born children are given a vaccine immunizing them against chicken pox ( https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chickenpox#Vaccine). The second possible factor responsible for changing society is the change in our cash currency. The money was changed in 1997. All the bills used to look like the one dollar bills we see today. The new bills are “golden.” My feeling is that society went from Capitalism to Socialism. To give you an idea of how wrong the new money is, let me just say, “you send the bill to congress.” I am referring to the disposition of the society based on the change in the common currency. The last factor to consider why there is a difference in our society from my youth is the internet.

I’m saying that I have a mental illness when in fact there is a major difference in society that has affected everyone. It is a sign of the times.

Rods Phenomenon

The rod is a symptom of a Table. I had a Table. It was subtracted and the Rod phenomenon went away. All that’s left of the flying rod is the number 54. I learned about the rods on the History channel. I have written other posts here at Gevluef about a table. It is a reason to feel worried.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_(optics)

Comment: May 14, 2024: It is presumed that the DSM IV is a Rod. The date for that presumption is November 10th, 2023

JBL

Today I subtracted my JBL Speakers. October 2, 2014

Today I bought a PEPSI. I found out that doing so was a Staff Directive. I want to tell you that I had mixed emotions, but that my rational thinking told me PEPSI is more appropriate for me. I made such a huge mess with my bizarre thoughts all I can do is concede that I didn’t like PEPSI.

The truth is that days before this experience PEPSI arranged a donation and that PEPSI helped me in a big way. I found my owner; the owner of the JBL Speakers. Given many options as to what to do with them, the owner finely incinerated them in the yard. I’m a free person no more bound to Acoustic reflexes! The PEPSI money helped me to accomplish that. I’m so grateful to PEPSI for making that possible. Recall that acoustic enclosures are a probable place for an expected mother to put her baby. Those JBL’s were present when my mom was pregnant.

So if you like PEPSI and want to promote the brand of cola, pick up some used speakers and give a person their freedom. The staff told me finely, “you only shave once.” I knew what that meant because I remember how it felt when my JBL’s were incinerated.

If I hadn’t blown it with PEPSI, I might have gotten some sponsorship money; but they pulled out at the last minute. Keep in mind that bizarre thoughts, which I had with a PEPSI, are caused by a girl.

Choosing

I know my painting is a very beautiful work of Art; however, it is time for me to bring up an issue that is not that good. What happens is the extremely beautiful girls visit me. I am a guy; and, I appreciate that very much, but I want to discourage the visits. The girls that visit choose. It is stressful for me because I want them to choose RIGHT. That doesn’t always happen. I have written a worksheet about the Advance Directive in an effort to teach people that it helps girls who are crying. Search the site for “Advance Directive,” to see what I’ve written. I really like getting visits and perhaps it would be better if you want to visit that you’ve already chosen. There is no danger to the viewer of the painting and no danger to people visiting and reading this Blog. It just has to do with me personally. I’m a chooser. That is my issue. I’m glad you are interested in my work, but maybe it would be better to celebrate the painting’s beauty at a distance. I’m really sorry because a beautiful girl has a way of making me happy.

Problem with Devitt

Now my given surname is DEVITT. In this blog I wrote the Pi into the name, but other people don’t have the benefit of an explanation. Where do people see the name if not in this luxurious blog? The answer is obvious to people in my family but not so obvious to the reader. You would see the name when the family member buys something; either on the check or the VISA card.

Remember the first rule of service, “Never question a name?” Well, this one gets a lot of resistance. The Pi in the name comes with a great effort. People remember the name and build the Pi into it after trials and tribulations. However, some of the best customer service people get it right away. Many people who have helped me will never get it because they can’t see it as I have a changed name. Besides I rarely buy things. That’s okay, I’m not that proud of the name and people are having me when a family member spends money anyway.

You wouldn’t think that a Pi would be that important of an idea. With Devitt, it makes a big difference when a service is being offered. Hemingway developed thinking that Pi is something bad. I tend to agree with him because it is possible to get an F3; where Pi is basically three-something. For that to have any meaning, the reader will have had to have read my blog posts that deal with mental illness and the conscience. Basically the no-brainer is that people in my family are spending money painfully. It is all on the line when someone buys something with the name.

Kresge College

Francis Beeks probably has his difficulties with God. I have said in a previous post that he killed my grandfather because J. Paul Getty Jr. wanted it. I am sure there is money involved but I need to say that Francis Beeks was plagued with the Kresge building at UC Santa Cruz. The strange people he experienced were a manifestation of Kresge College. I might be willing to say that the Kresge Architectural intent was to show the Getty hit money. So if you need to get the checking done on Francis, Kresge is the most obvious place to begin. Does Kresge know about Francis Beeks?

Please see recent posts about Texas for the full story. There are some people who are struggling to understand what I’ve been writing about recently; some of them staff. My experience at Kresge was negative just because I’m the grandson of the murder victim, Elwood Polsen. If I try to do it, and it has to do with Kresge, I will probably get shot down. Kresge has that strong of an effect. My circumstances are just too close to truth for comfort. I’m sorry if I’ve given out the Kresge secret; I’m just disclosing the disparity I feel. I think being a student there and asking for a degree after a time just makes no sense. Maybe things have changed since Francis has passed away, but I doubt that I can make it through. I just can’t have a degree from Kresge. That’s the bottom line.

Dumping Going On

I’ve graduated from an eight week cigarette cessation class at Public Health. The teacher has learned a lot of Philosophy presumably because it was her major in college. She is real nice. She indicated that if someone is coming up with dirt about me that there is dumping going on.

I’ve been writing in my blog with the intention to resolve a problem that arises for someone interested in me. There is dumping going on? People are getting nasty because there is dumping going on? The teacher who may have majored in Philosophy isn’t bringing up problems with me. She feels more like a support person.

I’m responding to the dumping? I don’t want to do it anymore. If you have a problem, the chances are pretty good that I have addressed it already. One classmate in the class I took gave me a mint; if only she could read 17990!