About Me
Hello there, this is Lui Bliss and I welcome you to my website www.luibliss.com. Here you will learn all about me and my ventures in life. From falling into the cracks of the system and reemerging again a new man, with dreams, ambitions and aspirations.
My parents were born in Palestine, and I was born in Jordan. I moved to the UAE when I was two and then moved again to Qatar when I was 7. At 13, my parents, brother, and I moved to Canada. Due to the difference in school class systems, I believe I was the youngest person in high school in grade 9 (2001); being around a year younger than my peers. The administration didn’t want to accept me in high school at that young age, but the combination of my mother’s persistence as well as the commotion of the September 11th attacks at the time, I was permitted to attend.
My spiritual life began around 2007 when I took up meditation practice. I delved deep. I was in search for the Truth, the Truth of all things, why I and we are here and how “it” all began. I learned that the best way to ask life’s deepest questions and get answers was not through reading books, but by sitting in the stillness of meditation (I did still read plenty of books). To ask my own Self the questions that I desired so deeply the answers to, and let the answers come to me in silence. If I did not get the answers immediately, then the silence that instills in those moments was the satisfaction that I got. I delved into chakra meditation and also had a kundalini awakening.
I went to a vipassana meditation retreat in 2008 in an Emirate in the UAE while I was on vacation visiting my parents over the summer holidays. Although I thought it was good at the time, I now condemn any form of suffering that is instilled in any form in any aspect of living life. With that in mind, I now do condemn that practice due to the pain you go through during that intense meditation practice. In 2009 I went on a shamanic retreat and spent the New Years of 2010 at the Vipassana centre in Ontario being a volunteer and attending the next retreat as a client. On the sixth day of meditation in the hall, I had another, so called, “kundalini awakening”. However, this time, the awakening was bipolar, expressing vast levels of euphoria and also living nightmares. For the next while, however, I was mostly living in in a nightmare and was a paranoid schizophrenic.
I ended up losing my apartment and my possessions and sleeping in my car thus travelled to Dubai to be with my parents and brother, who were now living there. I spent the next few months paranoid in my bed, not leaving my bedroom except to use the washroom. My mother brought me food to my room, so I had my meals there. In the summer of 2010 my parents and I travelled to Toronto, to attend my university graduation ceremony but things were awful and I was in a distressed state of mind. When back in Dubai I would have episodes of mania that were coupled with the depressive side, but they were short-lived. Things remained the same till my vacation to Jordan in the summer of 2011.
In 2011 in Jordan, I was what psychiatry calls “manic”. I roamed the streets, talked to strangers and had strange business ideas like starting a brothel house and actually began implementing the idea. This didn’t settle well with the community/relatives that were around and I soon found myself experiencing my first encounter with the psychiatric institution.
It was shocking to me how the staff of the hospital, which at the time I didn’t know what the heck was going on, came into my apartment, pinned me down to a chair and injected me with some kind of tranquilizer. All I remember after that is just bits and pieces of entering a van and then waking up in a strange place. My cousin came to visit me and I hardly remember that encounter. After that, being stripped away from everything in the external world, without even being able to make contact with anyone even by telephone, I thought I was kidnapped. They had me take pills which I immediately threw up in the bathroom toilet. They found out I was doing that from my bloodwork and so proceeded to punish me by having me stay by the nursing station for an hour after taking the medication to make sure I wasn’t throwing it all up. The most shocking part of the experience was when they all teamed up to jump on med to give me a needle in my buttocks (as I was retaliating). That was when I was put on anti-psychotics.
In 2013 I came back to Canada, got off my meds, and thus began my encounters with the police and the judicial system. It seems to me that when I am not on my meds I do push some buttons. It is not apparent to me why that is because I’m just going about my business, enjoying my freedoms. But, some people seem to not like it when somebody has “too much freedom”. In all cases, since my coming back to Canada, I’ve been in and out of numerous hospitals and prisons; as I am put back on the medication and me hating being on them and trying to ween off them again and again. No matter how carefully I weened off the medication, however, I had always ended up in some kind of trouble following those attempts. Some of the experiences I have been through while off meds are living on the streets homeless and even getting stabbed in the back with a blade.
In 2021 I was put in CAMH, a psychiatric hospital in Toronto, after being released from prison having served my time for some seemingly petty stuff. I was in the hospital for over a year while I was attempting to close the chapter on being forcibly given the medication. I didn’t want the medication and I didn’t want them to have me take it against my will. If I do something wrong then I would pay the price in prison (for example -why would they deem me mentally ill and place me on drugs?), I thought, like any regular citizen. I don’t need doctors to tell me there is something wrong with my brain and that I need to be medicated. I can learn how to be a good citizen without the medication.
In all cases, that’s not what happened, after I lost my case to the supreme court, they strapped me down to the bed and forcibly gave me the antipsychotic that I detested. The next day, I had to find a way to show my complete and utter dismay and this disgusting system. I had spent over a year at the hospital, I had kept my cool, and I hurt nobody. Even though there was every reason to retaliate against being locked in isolation. So, feeling like complete crap, and wanting to show my complete dismay as I have mentioned, I attacked the first member of the staff I saw. I beat the nurse up and choked her. Everyone came to rescue her and I was locked up in the room again. Ever since that day I became compliant with taking my meds. In all cases, I am the one that is left to be punished while the crimes of the psychiatric system continue to go unaccounted for. And my mission is to stop this injustice from happening to anybody anymore; with your help, aid and support, of course!
I am now living a life of complete happiness. I owe it to nature. Without herbal remedies and tobacco I wouldn’t be where I am today. And where I am today is completely and utterly perfect. I enjoy every aspect of my life and I am very optimistic about my future. My dreams are coming true and I can see the materialization of all my visualizations knocking at my door. I am in it to build a community of like-minded people, develop deep friendships and basking in all the glory that this world has to offer. I am so glad to be alive and to be a beacon of light to so many people.
