On the afternoon of November 30, 2015, in a suburb west of Chicago, I had a premonition. Whether it was induced by cannabis or was the universe channeling a message does not add or dissuade from the intensity or validity of what I felt. I have no history or diagnosis of mental illness and have never been charged or even arrested for any crime besides weed paraphernalia possession. A small voice from deep inside signaled within me that a great change was about to take place. I returned to my home and conveyed to my wife the feeling I was having and told her to get ready for a world changing event. Go bags and medical kit were promptly loaded into the vehicle. As a passionate bitcoin enthusiast and empath of trends, I felt that the time had come for a significant movement in the adoption and price of my beloved bitcoin. A look at the calendar reminded me it was the last day of November, and the last chance for a magnificent bitcoin pump in the month. Sources confirmed that China was prepared to significantly move the price. I entered Whaleclub teamspeak server, where I am a regular lurker; and found courage to not just speak, but to pontificate and extol the premonition I was receiving at the moment. Without tethered mic, I asked the room to begin recording and cried out at the top of my voice, “Remember, remember, the pump in November. This rally cry sounded not just over the interweb: but pierced the stillness of the afternoon and resonated through the apartment complex. I exited teamspeak and continued with telling my wife the glory that bitcoin was to become. It wasn’t long after that four police officers appeared at my residence. Someone had heard me and became afraid. The police were puzzled at why I would be so excited about the proliferation and rise of a little known currency and determined that while it appeared I wasn’t a danger to myself or others, I should still be examined by a doctor of medicine at the local emergency room.
Events quickly escalated out of control once reaching the hospital. The officers that had recommended my transport were nowhere to be seen and a new posse comprised of security, nurses, and a doctor with bias descended on me, asking again for an account of the circumstances that led to my arriving for examination and psychiatric evaluation. I am normally a reserved character on social media and lay in wait for moments to reach out to share and expound so as to have maximum effect or to form a personal connection. But this night the plan was different, for in addition to pontificating to Whaleclub, I had a plan to begin livestreaming on Periscope and would do my part to rally the masses in the cause of bitcoin and the fleeting opportunity to enter before the banks, barons, and bureaucrats. The medical personnel did not understand the message I was communicating and ordered me to take off my clothes and don a hospital gown. The tension in my voice and demeanor quickly grew with each new command. I rejected the drawing of my blood on religious grounds, and let everyone within earshot know that I was under duress and would not be willingly compliant. When the nurse came in with a shot of sedative, I requested restraints to validate my noncompliance. I did not fight the security personnel as they strapped my arms and legs to the gurney; but did ask that they make the restraints tight as I would be fighting attempts at sedation. Tears fell as the nurse stuck the needle into my arm. The effects of the drugs that were forced upon me did not have immediate effect and I was rolled to a new room with four walls, a door, and a security camera. All the way announcing “Make way for the Bitcoin Billionaire.” Once in the new room I noticed the camera and the potential it held for documentation. I began to retell my story and the events of the evening. I explained that I felt my detention and treatment was a violation of my civil rights and that there was no statute which outlawed mania, prophecy, or the desire to share ideas, despite whether they appeared disillusion or sane. The media, with their vast platforms and means for outreach can monger fear, hate, and terror based on assumption, lies, and misinformation with nary a whim of fear of punity; while on the other hand the common man must fear committal and factor for persecution at the slightest disruption to the status quo.
The security camera appeared to be an outlet to document my plight and gave me courage and inspiration to continue speaking; but this too was quickly dashed with the reappearance of a nurse with two more shots of sedative. Pleading with her to disobey the boss, I said “Get someone else to do it if you don’t think it’s right.” “What ground do you have to continue this treatment?” “Get the doctor!”
The doctor came to the door, was brisk, and said, “Stick him”, before walking away with indignantly. Within 15 minutes I was in a drugged out stupor.
My wife was allowed to see me a couple hours later. The doctor told her that some of the staff had dealt with me before, despite never being in the hospital and never undergoing an evaluation such as this. The falsehoods piled at every step and thus I began a 3 day stay with people who had actual psychiatric problems in the most secure wing on the behavioral health floor. I only knew two phone numbers of people who could help me. Icalled my wife and told her that we needed help and to rally the internet to our cause. A zealous love for decentralized permisssionless power of bitcoin had gotten us into this mess; and this same love and power is what would help us out of it.
While my wife worked on the outside in contacting representatives from Whaleclub and the crypto community, I worked passionately on the inside extolling the virtues of digital currency and blockchain technology to my fellow patients and the staff that oversaw us.
A common theme I noticed among the psychologically damaged was their lack of means. People have very little hope when they don’t know where their home or meal will be the next day. I am not rich, nor am I a good trader; but I am a bitcoin believer and have faith that this technology and the disruptive potentials the blockchain holds will change the fortunes and destinies of most who initiate involvement before mandatory compliance. I shared my contact information with a few of the staff and patients and suggested they look into bitcoin as a means for diversification and as a method to find financial freedom; through buying and holding, trading, and most importantly by learning and interacting with the some of the greatest minds on our planet.