If
you’ve read my blog on daydreams*, you’ll know that for most of my life I’ve
lived in another universe. Which for a writer is no bad thing.
However, some time ago, these imaginings
began to take a sinister turn. The line between fantasy and fact became
blurred. It wasn’t that I couldn’t tell the difference, but my parallel
universe became so vivid, so exciting and invoked such powerful emotions I was
reluctant, if not unable, to return to my ‘normal’ existence with all its
mundane problems.
Secondly, having previously enjoyed the occasional trip to La-La Land, my mind
not only visited this virtual holiday home more often, but took up permanent
residence. My work suffered (I could scarcely bring myself to turn the computer
on), I didn’t go out unless I absolutely HAD to and, when with friends, I
rarely took in their conversations, being too wrapped up with my own fantasies,
which grew more complex and intriguing every day. And then they turned on me!
From the heights of these reveries, I
found myself plunged into an abyss of despair - so much so I felt suicidal. My moods switched faster than Usain Bolt on
speed; the most inane humour set me off into peals of helpless laughter; a
chance remark could reduce me to tears.
And, worst of all, when I tried to come
down to earth, my mind kept dragging me back into what was no longer a dream
but a dystopian nightmare. I was in a loop, a video that had somehow got stuck
and never stopped playing. I just wasn’t
ME anymore. I needed help. Drugs.
Tranquillisers. Gin. Anything to stop these now intrusive imaginings trampling
all over me.
As it happened, I had an appointment for
a check-up with Dave,* my bio-resonance practitioner. I first visited him on a
friend’s recommendation, presenting with extreme tiredness, bad headaches and
painful joints. Using electro-magnetic
waves, which pick up the frequency of parasites and bacteria, he correctly
diagnosed 20 different kinds of Candida and advised me on the foods to avoid. I now felt so well physically, I almost
cancelled my appointment, but having grown so concerned with my mental
aberrations, I decided to see if Dave could help.
Turned out I had not one but two
protozoa – single-celled organisms which cause diseases in humans and animals.
The most serious was the Borna virus, usually found in horses and now
apparently in me, ever since I suffered a particularly nasty flu-like illness
in March- which was when my fantasies began.
Borna affects the brain, heightening
emotions and causing sudden mood swings. Left untreated, it can lead to
depression, OCD, bipolar symptoms and even schizophrenia. And, most worryingly,
it can spread as rapidly as a common cold. Dave had, over the previous few
months, treated literally 100s of people for this virus, each having suffered
some form of psychosis. In fact, he experienced Borna himself when this
normally kind, mild-mannered man suffered intense feelings of rage.
The other virus he found in my brain was
Toxoplasma, a protozoa that causes similar problems to Borna. And, as if two
were not enough, I also had Trypanasoma, which fuels obsessions and fantasies. Paul had of course encountered these viruses
before but never all three in one
person at the same time!
“Some people take Sativa to get the
highs you’ve been having,” he said, cheerfully.
“Ah, maybe I should keep the viruses
then,” I replied.
Dave shook his head: “Not a good idea.
They can be dangerous if untreated – even fatal. But don’t worry, you’re in the
clear now.”
Fortunately for me, it took just half an
hour’s zapping with electro-magnetic waves to eradicate all three viruses and, within
a matter of days, I was back to my old, rather boring, self.
Borna did recur some months later,
however, but at least then I knew what it was. How many people are walking
around in a mental fog – or worse – unaware that, far from being psychotic,
they are suffering a virus as potentially common as flu!
http://jacybrean.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/does-bio-resonance-really-work.html
**Not his real name
