For over ten years I lived in fear that I was telepathically broadcasting my thoughts to the entire world. I came to this conclusion logically. I watched my thoughts reflected in the facial expressions and body language of those around me. Try as I might once I learned to see the world this way I could never unlearn it. You might be thinking such a realization would drive a man to madness. I can tell you conclusively that that is true, but past the madness was acceptance, and with acceptance came bliss.
I am telepathically broadcasting, I thought, shortly after the events of September 11, 2001. This was quickly followed by the thought that this is the moment I will remember that I knew I was going crazy. I felt the presence of any person I thought about and felt their response to my thoughts. I felt as if everyone in the world could hear the gross noises I made when I ate or used the restroom. I was in a hospital for a month and let out right before Christmas in 2001.
I survived, but I could never make the realization go away. I recovered. I went back to school. I earned the right to be free and not be under guardianship. I got a BS in computer science with an emphasis in software engineering. You might think that thinking that one is telepathically broadcasting would be detrimental to one’s life and pursuit of knowledge and happiness. I will tell you right now you are dead wrong. If fact, right now, I think I am one of the sane people of the world. The rest of you are still sleeping as the Dali Lama might put it. But we will get to that in the first chapter Unity.
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