Wednesday

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It is your choice

Pododka at 6:00 am. In fact, I woke up well earlier and couldn't sleep anymore. I went on too. Every now and then I have bumps on my foot. At one point, I really wanted to shit. Luckily, I went to the toilet in the spa town of Rabka. Interestingly, somewhere along the way, Rafal saw me about or we talked about later. Today we talked about such things: it is my choice whether I want to be calm or not. He showed me success charts. I don't remember their name anymore, but the point was, the more you want to get to your goal quickly, the more your motivation drops. However, if you simply do a given thing, the success comes with greater and greater success. My constant laugh also made me realize. I am afraid to talk about myself, about my feelings, I avoid difficult matters. I kill it with a laugh. Until I was sad when I realized it Late afternoon - departure to �arowski - the guy took my hopes away again. According to the arlet, I could easily change my doctor today. However, I chickened out. I put it on hold for later. Zarowski signed the documents for me. The more he talks about some kind of psychosis, the worse he gets. He will change the doctor by phone in a few days. It will be easier this way. I have signed documents on ZUS, besides, I recorded the entire conversation. He also drew my dad's attention to the herbs, breaking medical secrets as usual! What pisses me off now !!! Bot Request: Unique YT Impressions, Mass Facebook Account Creation and Likes, and Mass Commenting.

Better Herbs

Now they are playing under the mushroom and I will write my diary. Sunday morning, sleep until 9:00. I didn't want to exercise. I abstained with affirmations for the time being. I made herbs in a different way. after 15 minutes of brewing knotweed and giving herbs bonifrats, I gave them so that they burned while cooking. Thanks to this, the coffee grounds have fallen to the bottom and I have a better brew. Two minutes of course, maybe three. I kept writing hacks to facebook and others ... Nothing special happened. Have I learned anything: maybe I have learned to make herbs better. I was also maniacally doing WFM to the rhythm of Madtracker's music PS I just watched an episode of dr. House. It made me remember my good talk. I told my mother: yes, we're going to sleep - lulu because tomorrow is a beautiful new day!

3 dreams

First dream: Hide the drugs from Daddy. That's what I did. I hid them in the herbs of Bonifrat. Second dream: Dirty Uncle Staszek who lay down in my bed. He was masturbating and he had a huge ejaculation that almost shot at me from a distance. A disgusting dream. What could that mean? The first dream. What happened yesterday. I was still writing hacks, this time a facebook hack for my blog. Tired, I went to a dirty sleep. Maybe that's why I had such a strange dream. Kaja wrote that we are losing contact again.

Could theSect

My name is Krystian Broniszewski, I am the leader of a sect because I learn and work on my skills every week, every month! Madtracker2 and PyroZone's music - I'm listening to it right now. I also listened to her yesterday. Brilliant electronic music. Yesterday I did a bit of a hard time finding converterea to mp3, but my efforts were wasted. This is what I think: how this world is perfectly filled with a lie. Just taking into account my disease and modern medicine. Even doctors believe in diseases such as schizophrenia and neurosis. Patients believe it because it says so, because psychotropic drugs treat only the symptom of this disease - only pain. But if you don't destroy the cause of the pain or disease, it will appear elsewhere! Zarowski is a deep believer in schizophrenia and neurosis because that's how he was taught. He was taught a lie. And although he is a good doctor and a great man, I cannot trust him. For the whole world is built on a lie! And because of all this, the whole world is falling apart, the whole world is going to destruction. Where is the truth I ask? Maybe hidden somewhere in this pile of lies. I believe deeply that the truth is hidden in simple things, you have to change and believe that this simple way of thinking gives you happiness, wealth, justice and the discovery of the truth! Psychologists, even if they want help, do not understand ... They also studied modern medicine, which is built on a lie I wonder who built it all this way. Who created this mask of lies? Maybe all of us? People lie like Dr. House used to say. I think so. I wonder how live those who know the truth. And the truth, as Osho says, is hidden in Meditation. For several days, since Rafal taught me a simple relaxation method, 10-10 treats it as a cigarette break. Thanks to this, I am much calmer and better adhere to my activities and duties. Relaxing helps me clean up the mess. at 4:20 pm I had an appointment with Monika. We were supposed to go to the village behind Sucha Beskidzka, the church where healings are allegedly taking place. We went by bus, with her uncle, aunt from the church. There I met Adam Paternoge and his family as well as Mrs. Dziub from Mathematics. I took advantage of the prayer that Agnieszka recommended to me. Then the Holy Mass. In the meantime, Monika and I visited this beautiful area and I was taking pictures of it. What stuck in my head was the priest saying 3 things about me: I feel that there is a person who has intrusive thoughts, I feel that there is a person with a brain tumor on the left side behind the ear, something else with a spine, but that was probably not my thing. Everyone prayed and believed that they would be healed. I was wondering how the priest knew about this? From where? On the way back, I thought: maybe those shepherds who prayed over us then passed this information on to the priest. That would be a valid theory. This intrigues me, that's why I will be going there in a month. I have to check it, I have to be sure, I have to check it carefully !!!

Petter

How much has happened until I do not want to write everything, therefore I will write very briefly: On Monday, August 6th, my mother and I went to Nowy Targ invited by aunt Marta. We entered Fuss for the first time in Nowy Targ. Dad asked me to try on new T-shirts. They were nice, although I did not want to go there because of Jada !!! Then my mother and I went to the MOK in the new market. Auntie from patrycja arrived. We visited a pub. Although we really didn't want to eat, our aunt forced food on us anyway. I wonder if she made it and she is fat and wants to fatten all the skinny around or if it's her kind of hospitality. After that, the restaurant took us to the apartment with Patrycja and Dominik. Pretty nice apartment, clean and tidy. We watched a movie about Smugglers in the series "difficult matters". He talked about a woman who hoarded unnecessary things until she littered the whole apartment. In the evening there was a movie called "Recruit". He talked about people admitted to CSI, the way they were trained, how to recognize a lie, how to curl ... etc ... I felt tiny with them. Watching this movie made me feel very little about my own personality. These people were brilliant compared to me. Athletic, intelligent, they could do a lot. Later, when they arrived, I found out that "my mother married a goldsmith and she had a hard life". I suppose it was about my dad. At night we were teased by the villagers through the window. They did not sleep. Mom went to pay them attention. Until I believed me, I did not want what kind of mother was with them. She spoke such a squeaky voice that you wanted to tease her even more. How is it possible that she fucked us so hard all her life and did nothing to them? I wanted to stand up for my mother, go out there and fight. One problem - health. Or even two - I can't fight properly. Fear would destroy me. The next day my heart ached terribly. We visited a museum, then a castle. But before we did, we visited Peter with whom I became friends afterwards. My heart ached terribly. My aunt gave me food every now and then - sweets of course. I couldn't watch them poison themselves. I am ahead on these issues with my life experience. There was a great blonde in the castle, that's just great. After the castle we went to Peter. I promised him help with the computer, unfortunately he failed. And again a lack of assertiveness. Peter invited me to his place to the festival, but on average I wanted to go to this festival. I could have said: you know, I don't like festivals (I'd be honest), but if you're in a new market, then maybe we'll agree and bring this computer. We agree in some place and I will try to fix this computer for you. After peter come back to their apartment, eat, talk about sailor ass. Literally, country talk about sailor ass. And finally coming home. I felt so bad But I prayed and I experience this moment as well as a gift. I experience what I once experienced for a year - sick with almost complete insomnia. Thanks to this, I appreciated even more what I gained. The next day, ie yesterday, nothing special happened. Monika and Agnieszka invited me to Mass on Friday. I agreed. It will cost me PLN 20 What I learned today: I appreciated that I was sleeping again. That I can be like a battery according to Michael Tombak's book that will work even harder !!!

Cheater

Klotnia na tezni with a woman in the morning - analyzed. Baba crashed into my shoes, which were folded down. She started talking and talking and talking. It wasn't some terrible aggression. I was silent and she was talking, which I guess was even more annoying. In this silence I also cooked, but only lightly. I came up with a retort: ​​Maybe the police will still call you because of the nicely placed shoes: D: D But then nothing came to my mind. I was just silent. But I wasn't cooking that much. This is a good technique Let the woman talk and I will answer one big cutie. This is just brilliant! I'd get the support of the crowd. Today, Rafal Pawlik taught me the relaxation technique. Counting the breath to the 10th time has slowed down again. The watch irritated me. I was just watching. He too is probably a follower of the observation of his own body.