2 Hells & 1 Utopia: 32 Days Inside a Mad House

By IRISH

This month has been an experience, which began with 10 uniforms, 8 surrounding me with guns, a sick dying chicken and I ask myself the question, how do you soar like an eagle? I was then informed by police to 'Step away from the Chicken!'
I spent the next 32 days locked up, drugged many times, room was raided four times, was strangled once and experienced an inland Tsunami!
During this experience, I was physically beaten, emotionally constipated, spiritually raped and mentally flipped inside out. But I managed to write down everything on Facebook every few days to my family and friends at home and that's how this story was written!
Keep fighting the good fight people!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Feb 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514445945

IRISH

Irish is the Author of three books. He was born in Dublin, Ireland and emigrated to Australia at the age of 22. He now lives on the Gold Coast, Australia with his partner and together, they have 1 child. He has had one incredible journey after another and all his books are true stories. May his journey inspire yours!

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Rev. date: 04/21/2016

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Contents

Introduction

Facebook Status

1st Comment! – The Story

2nd Comment! – Cubby House

3rd Comment! – Police

4th Comment! – Desi

5th Comment! – Paddy Wagon

6th Comment! – Clever Cops

7th Comment! – Mental Ward

8th Comment! – Fish Flipping

9th Comment! – False Promises

10th Comment! – Stress

11th Comment! – Shrink

12th Comment! – Security

13th Comment! – Hell

14th Comment! – Cast Away

15th Comment! – Pills

16th Comment! – The Blouse

17th Comment! – Question

18th Comment! – Hell 1

19th Comment! – Davis’

20th Comment! – Muppets

21st Comment! – Soldier On

22nd Comment! – Dear Diary

23rd Comment! – His Walshness!

24th Comment! – Meeting

25th Comment! – Medication

26th Comment! – Babu

27th Comment! – Hotel Quin

28th Comment! – Escape

29th Comment! – 100% Oxygen

30th Comment! – A Week

31st Comment! – Hits Home

32nd Comment! – Healthy

33rd Comment! – Father’s day

34th Comment! – Hell Ward

35th Comment! – Family

36th Comment! – My Room

37th Comment! – Faulty Room

38th Comment! – Saving Chocolates

39th Comment! – Tsunami

40th Comment! – Self Defense

41st Comment! – ‘LOST’

42nd Comment! – Swear To God

43rd Comment! – Never Leave

44th Comment! – False Hopes

45th Comment! – First Step

46th Comment! – Cuckoos Nest

47th Comment! – Chaos

48th Comment! – Roberto

49th Comment! – Ebola

50th Comment! – Closest

51st Comment! – Have A Lovely Day

52nd Comment! – Play The Game

53rd Comment! – Well Said

54th Comment! – Energy In Motion

55th Comment! – Innocent

56th Comment! – Injustice

57th Comment! – Vitamins

58th Comment! – Illusions

59th Comment! – Elevation

60th COMMENTS! – 2nd Escape

61st Comment! – Undercover

62nd Comment! – Squeaky Wheel

63rd Comment! – Your Lover

64th Comment! – Jesusssss’s

65th Comment! – Seize The Day

66th Comment! – Wizards And Wigs

67th Comment! – A Day Course

68th Comment! – Tara

69er Comment! – Father Bubbles

70th Comment! – Son, Desi & Dani

71st Comment! – Intervention

72nd Comment! – Jack Nicholson

73rd Comment! – Traumatized

74th Comment! – Injection

75th Comment! – Hell Again

76th Comment! – Elevation

Closing Paragraph

15:11 24/Sept/2014

Characters of Hotel Quinaleuca

Freedom

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Introduction

11 Years ago, I had a vision of building a Bridge, not just any bridge, but a mystical, philosophical, scientific, how far does one wish to go down the rabbit hole bridge that took people from the illusion to the truth. Within those 11 years, I still had to experience the truth before I could build the bridge, so my journey continued. I wanted to do my project – The Bridge to Consciousness for a few years now. It was fuelling away inside of me each time a friend passed on and the pain left behind for friends and families, I realised that I needed to write down my experience, educate and hopefully give peace of mind and pass on an awareness called awakening to my friends. I was only saying to a friend, if I did this project the Bridge in Ireland where I was born, surely I’d be committed by those around me as it involves me reliving my experiences and deep states of mind in order to get the truths from those experiences. Basically reliving deep experiences and deep states of mind of the past in order to get the core connecting truths from those experiences. I always had a fear of ending up in a mad house whilst writing the Bridge, as the people closest to you may not understand. So I carefully set my place to write. But the outcome was still the same! I was writing my book, the Bridge, in Australia and I got so into doing it, that I only slept every second night as memories and inspiration were coming to me frequently and the only time that I had peace and quite to do my project was when all around me were asleep in their beds. I slept for 1 hour every second night and 8 hours as normal ever other night.

But it was only when I was into the forth chapter and wrote part of the last chapters that a police squad turned up in my backyard and took me away and put me in a hospital! I was perhaps not polite to the police, they had nothing on me, the whole thing was a false alarm, but they needed to do something with me. There has been conflict between us in the recent past, so they took me to a hospital for a mental health check.

I explained to the psychiatrist that I’m writing a book and I told her some of the book, the core truth being infinity. I was committed! The police stated that a neighbour said that I was using a fire arm in my back yard as they heard a gun going off many times. I’m a carpenter and was using a nail gun to build a cubby house for my daughter. In the hospital I spent 32 days locked up and strangled by an inpatient, lucky to survive. So, the book A Bridge to Consciousness has been a big part of my life and a project that I longed to do for a long time.

This short book 32 days inside a mad house, 2 Hells and 1 Utopia explains what happened whilst I was writing my Bridge project. And I felt that I should publish this book, not just because it’s surreal, funny, incredibly hard to believe, but that it’s an explanation of events that took place where I would like family, friends and who ever is interested to acknowledge. I hope you enjoy it!

This whole book has been written on Facebook – by a status first, followed by many comments by yours truly to keep friends and family of mine updated on events. This is a true story, although all the names of people and places have been changed to protect the identity of those involved!

Thank you Facebook!

Facebook Status

‘Brace yourselves people – brace your good selves! True story happening now, only names of people and places are changed to protect the identity of those involved. Might want to sit down for this one and a beverage whilst reading might help too! The conflict continues between the Police (who have set me up for a fall before) and me, known as DJ (a family man) continues! This time it’s pay back time, for me defending myself in court last month as the Police brought up my past, where I was set up by the Police in Emerald, Queensland, on race day. Where the Police did the drink driver for DUI and told me to get in the car and wait for them to come back and they put the car keys on the floor. Then another Police officer came over to get me to blow in the bag! Yes, a total stitch up big-time but that’s for another day. That’s just the foundation! So I was forced to explain myself to the Judge for self-defence reasons and for my daughter who gets very sick if I go away working or jail (as it appeared that’s where the Police wanted me to go.) So I explained all to the judge at the Courthouse and the judge was very understanding and let me off very lightly with the new case. The new case was a real DUI as my partner was to collect me from a job that I was doing at 8pm. We were drinking at the job as it was the last day after 8 weeks work and it was Easter Thursday. But my partner had a miscarriage at about 6pm the same day and notified me by text message that she was in hospital, presuming that it may be a miscarriage. There was very little phone coverage where I was and where my partner was so; we kept in touch by text message. I was in shock and devastated and I drank more beer to try and wash down the emotions. I didn’t discuss the event to co-workers at the job, I just tried to continue on, but I questioned my life and my existence. I couldn’t function property and after I drank a fair few bottles, my partner said to me to stay put,