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, the 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!
**Not his real name