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A man I met the first night I arrived in Toronto in the winter of 1965 told me I would be celebrating my 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital after I lost someone very close to me. He said, “Don’t worry about it. When you come out you will be the richest man on earth.” I was 19. I laughed. Then, in 1981, after the sudden suicide of my brother Michael I discovered our family can commit us to a psychiatric hospital against our will.

On June 12, 1981 when I cut the cake my sister had brought in to celebrate my 35th birthday the doctor in charge asked, “Do you know what is wrong with you?”

I replied, “Nothing. I am on time and on schedule. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.” I was then. I am now. WARNING: This is a true horror story.

You will have nightmares.

This is part one. It deals with the first day, the first night and the first morning.

–Reg Hartt


A Crazy-Wisdom-Yogin recognizes the order in what appears to be chaos. As THE I CHING teaches we are like a bull in a china shop however our tail never strikes the fine china.

This means that where there appears to be no self control there is in fact exquisite self-control.

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