Oliver Oyanadel

Name: Oliver Oyanadel
Date of birth: 05/07/72
I skipped my very first day of kindergarten and have had the luxury of dropping out of both high school AND college before I was 21. How many people can say that? But it took me no time at all to figure out and solve the Rubik's Cube. Does that mean I'm a natural genius? God I hope so. I mean, I can mathematically explain relativity. I am a natural at psychological symbolism and can relate the two beasts in Revelation 13 to the two charubs in the garden of eden. But I'm still a drop out.
Even after dropping out of college I went back and took the psychology course. I guess you can say I hate to conform. So now I get all my books at the college bookstore. Shhh, don't tell anyone.
My nickname in high school was Satan. What can I say, people change. I was the type of kid who had heated debates with the English teacher over the validity of the author's world view and kept the subject alive for the class. But since a paperback novel was all I'd ever bring home from school, no one really saw me as a geek. I mean, how are you a geek if you never even do any homework? Man, why can't the teacher just read the material to us? Shit, there wasn't a single jock in the place who had the balls to fuck with me... So I'm THAT kid, grown up.

1. What is your favorite word? "I get it now!" Find a word for that that sounds better than the sentence, and you've got it.
2. What is your least favorite word?
Eureka.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Dreams, both dream analysis, and dreams as in our goals, or desires.
4. What turns you off? Shallow stupidity, and sluts who are quick to judge.
5. What is your favorite curse word? Fuckface.
6. What sound or noise do you love? Virtuosic music.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Irrational crying. The kind you hear after a terrorist bombing.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Theoretical physicist.
9. What profession would you not like to do? You name it. What do you got? Anything other than what I'm doing.
10. And finally, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "Well, it's about time!"
Your Brain's Pattern
.. Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.
You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.
You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.
You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white. What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Your Brain's Pattern
.. You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking.
You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view.
For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different.
Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings. What Pattern Is Your Brain?
What, I'm schizophrenic; I can have two brain patterns.
Contrary to popular belief, schizophrenia is not a multiple personality disorder. Hopefully by now, with the help of the movie, A Beautiful Mind you now know its a disorder afflicting its victims with delusional thinking. My doctor tells me its an abnormal overflow of dopamine in the brain. I am a recovered paranoid schizophrenic, although unlike John Nash in A Beautiful Mind, I never really had any visual hallucinations. Unless you count the three years I was stoned. I can trip out from one hit off a bowl, and I used to smoke two bowls every three hours for three years, which didn't help. Even when I dropped acid, I always kicked it in with two bowls of the stickiest buds. But anyway, the way it works with delusions is the proof comes before any theory the mind can invent. To everyone else it seems to be all in the patients mind, but to the delusional man, the delusions are proven to be true by outside sources.
It started with me in my early twenties. One night I had a private thought: I wondered if I was going to hell when I die. And through the magic of coincidence, a cartoon devil surrounded by flames appeared in a commercial on my television screen that very moment. But I'm not exaggerating when I say coincidences like that one happened to me on a constant bases day after day. It began to seem obvious to me someone other than myself was aware of everything I was thinking.
To be completely honest, if I had assumed it was only God or the spirit of a deceased loved one, I would have been much better off. But I made the childish mistake of believing every private thought in my mind was known by all, dead and alive. When people talked and laughed, I swear to God they were responding to my thoughts. I could not afford to think offensive things. I would ask questions in my mind, and they would be answered by the following sentence I would overhear in a passing conversation between strangers. I would have complete conversations in that way, and it always made perfect sense.
Before too long, I began to feel I had the ability to decode any sight or noise into a symbolic meaning. Every moment I experienced was a symbolic sacrament of the ceremony that was my life. For instance, my own sister unknowingly betrayed me by offering me a sandwich. This meant I would soon be trapped in an ultimatum, sandwiched between the forces of good and evil, with life and death consequences.
I was constantly tortured by a ghostly presence in the room, which spoke to me not in words, but with thoughts, involuntary thoughts interrupting my own, disallowing my will. It communicated these thoughts through just a tone of voice on the television, on the radio. Even the sound of a clanking pan being washed would have a tone of expression. To this day I can never unlearn that language. With this new language, I spoke to the living and the dead of both good and evil. I saw the future, and I saw the past of which I was not a part. I was chosen by heaven before I was born, for a mission only I could carry out, a mission no one else could even fathom. And the price I had to pay for this honor was to accept my painful fate, and accept the sandwich--even if it meant laying down my life like the sacrificial lamb... I'm curious to know, how would you react if you were me?
I trembled as I heard the rifle being loaded outside the hospital room. They brought me here to kill me. It broke my heart to know even my own parents thought it would be better this way. I prayed with all my heart, "I'm so sorry, God. I failed you. But I will not face my death in tears. I will be strong, and I will persist. Let me be reborn, and I promise I will carry out your will this time." I drew a deep quivering breath, and stepped out through the doorway, where Satan himself stood ready to pull the trigger.
Instead of the rifle, the devil held a soda can. The sound of a rifle was an uncommon noise for an opening soda can to make. But only when I saw there was no rifle, I was forced to wonder, "What if I really am insane?" It felt as wrong as wondering if I really existed or not. But if I were to decide I didn't exist, would all my memories and everything I came to love in this world be gone forever? Because that's what was at stake here. What about God's mission? Whether it was a dream or not, it would still do the world a lot of good to achieve it.
Being institutionalized was an emotional nightmare. I felt the depths of hell in there. You have to imagine yourself being violently forced in a straightjacket for believing the world is round. Imagine being locked up indefinitely in the padded room against your will, with absolutely no privacy, and all you have to do to be free again is to truly stop believing the world is round--with all the proof you already have. That is what it was like for me. Still, I took the medication regularly, and began to be painfully honest with myself.
That was over ten years ago and I'm still on medication today. I'm no longer delusional, although I'll always see the natural code of symbolism in every moment, and hear the language of the dead. For me, being a recovered schizophrenic means having to know what to ignore, and having to know which dreams to allow myself to pursue. But I can still write about the mission as a symbolic work of fiction... I think that's what I'll do.
THE END--No, fuck you.
I have learned to analyze the symbols that would have been delusions in the past and have become psychic because of it. It's as if I was psychic the whole time, but I didn’t know how to interpret everything I perceived that no one else could. Maybe schizophrenics are just really bad psychics who just have no ability to understand it. The only delusional vision I had was a team fulfilling prophecy that needs my part. I am a writer, and it WAS a religious experience. Just wait ‘till this book blows your mind.
Just because hot nuns turn me on that does not make me a bad person... Does it???
This is not as crazy or flaky as it may seem. But this is the formula for psychic information. The afterlife can penetrate your life by way of the collective unconscious… Collective being the reference to all of us.

ID
EGO
SUPEREGO
FATHER
SON
HOLY SPIRIT

And it all may be genetic.
The dead penetrates the unconscious by way of genetics when we are all from one species… We are all one.
I'll tell you why, 'King': Man projects his capacity for evil on 'others.'
Neil peart- half the world
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If this man could analyze dream symbolism he could be an actual prophet.
On the day I was hospitalized, my sister asked me why I was crying. I was sitting on the driveway leaning against her garage, just wiping the tears from my face.
"Because I know how it ends," I said.
"How what ends?" she asked. I answered her with a question. "What does ATF stand for?"
She told me she didn't know. I said, "I can see a SWAT team or something with ATF on their backs, and they're coming to kill me." I didn't have the heart to tell her they were going to burn the place down with everyone we love trapped inside. But I wasn't sure where; the siding on her house was similar, but the building I was picturing was big. And it wasn't until I was released from the hospital David Koresh hit the news in 93.
The prophets are locked away, and no one ever bothers to analyze their vissions.
Random Thought Provokers
What makes you laugh?:
Having sex with your mom.
Who is your hero?:
Vernon Howell
Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours?:
That's a tough one, it would either be Winona Ryder, or just every girl I ever meet.
How many pairs of shoes do you own?:
You need 3, but I can only offord one.
Seriously... Where does the other sock end up?:
I never have that problem. I guess I'm just cool that way.
Who do you blame for your mood today?:
Albert Hofmann.
If the Internet were sex... I would:
be strokin' my sausage every day.
Have you ever seen a dead body?:
I saw a car wreack with a chard body inside for a frightening second on the highway. And no one noticed but me. I was in the back seat. I was a little kid... You know. The rest of the time they were mostly in body bags; I used to work in a hospital.
What is something scientists need to invent?:
The Ouija Generator: you use a quantum random bit generator in conjunction with a very simple program based on the Ouija board, and talk to the dead. A quantum random bit generator generates random numbers through intrinsic randomness of the quantum physical process of photonic emission in semiconductors and subsequent detection of photoelectric effect. "In this process photons are detected at random, one by one independently of each other. Timing information of detected photons is used to generate random binary digits (bits). Because of their non-deterministic nature and near to maximal entropy, quantum random bit generators are ideally suited for most critical applications such as cryptography, production of PIN and TAN numbers, simulations in industry or science, statistics research etc. QRBG121 can be used either connected to a PC or as a standalone device. In the computer mode, the device is connected to a PC via USB(2) port. Drivers and applications provided on the software disk are allowed to download random numbers into a file." My idea is to design the software based on the Ouija board: we assign the random numbers to a time graph along the grid of a vocabulary database by assigning them to the peaks of the noise graph hooked to the semiconductor, alphabetical high to low of course. It would take a lot of time to get complete messages at low entropy levels. When Moses, Aaron, Nadab, Abihu, and seventy of the leaders of Israel went up to Mount Sinai to see the God of Israel, beneath his feet was what looked like a pavement of sapphire, as blue as the sky; that sounds like steel or modern floors to me; maybe this was pre-ice-age stuff passed down. Words will appear on screen. Its application is designed for parapsychology use. Now who’s with me on making this thing? The best part is, if it doesn’t work, your place is not haunted. Money makin' ideas, bitch. I started writing this thing since 2007 I think, so does Sinister Seven owe me?... Eh.
What should we do with stupid people?:
Ever consider teaching them compassionately? Christ, you people are so fucking bitter.
Have you ever broken a bone?:
Nope, and I never will.
Do you watch local news? Why?:
Exactly.
What happens after you die?:
You enter the everything with your exit, and you can hang out with anyone you want.
How big is your bed? Big enough?:
No. I got shafted on the room selection. That's what promiscuous places are for anyway. I've had sex in even the holiest of places... I mean with a girl of course.
How long do you think you will live?:
I've been in the afterlife before I was born, I know it like the first thing I learned. Just as long as it's not redrum, you know?... Or murder for that matter.
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You Are 100% Psychic
You are so very psychic.
But you already predicted that, didn't you?
You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.
You're very tapped into the world around you...
Just make sure to use your powers for good! Are You Psychic?
How to be psychic
There are two sides of reality, both just as real, but depending on which side you’re on, they can be inexplicable to the other side. With every conversation, there is an accidental double meaning that pertains to someone else you have, or will, come into contact with. This works as a free association with any source of random speech. When you are alone, listen, and do not ignore the fleeting thoughts. The origin of your thoughts lay beyond your conscious ego. So find the symbolic connections between every double meaning. Abracadabra translated to the Aramaic language means I create as I speak: the double meanings come true… Always. I just have occasional visual and auditory hallucinations to help me out with the code too sometimes. But when everyone learns this talent, and learns it well, we will see the kingdom of God. And in the kingdom of God, the lake of fire is simply mortifying embarrassment over our most private sins revealed for all to see. It hurts me too, but that’s what I get for showing the world how to do it. In the afterlife, everyone is united in their shame. Love is the only place you can go from there.
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You Are Not Anal Retentive
.. You're definitely not uptight... in fact, with you anything goes.
So what if you're a bit of a slob or if your hygiene isn't perfect?
You're not stressing out about it - that's for sure.
The only thing you're "anal" about is anal retentive people. You can't stand them! Are You Anal Retentive?
You Are 98% Grown Up, 2% Kid
.. Your emotional maturity is fully developed, and you have an excellent grasp on your emotions.
In fact, you are so emotionally mature - you should consider being a therapist! How Emotionally Mature Are You?
Disorder Rating
Paranoid : Low
Schizoid : Moderate
Schizotypal : Moderate
Antisocial : Low
Borderline : Low
Histrionic : Moderate
Narcissistic : Low
Avoidant : Low
Dependent : Low
Obsessive-Compulsive : Low
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