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I am a survivor of severe psychiatric abuse. There was a year or so in the early 1980’s when I was in and out of psychiatric hospitals at least four times. During my visits to the hospital I was in the midst of a spiritual awakening that I was struggling to contain that was triggered and complicated by extreme psychological abuse at the hands of my father, who was a very sick man. I was suffering so deeply from the psychic violence perpetrated upon my mother and me by my father that it was making me “sick.” One of the most difficult parts of my ordeal in the hospitals was not being listened to by the psychiatrists, either about the abuse by my father or the spiritual awakening. Spiritual emergences/emergencies oftentimes become activated because of a deep experience of wounding, abuse, or trauma. In its initial stage, a spiritual awakening can look like and mimic a nervous breakdown, as our habitual structures of holding ourselves together fall apart and break down so that a deeper and more coherent expression of our intrinsic wholeness can emerge. The spiritual awakening aspect of my experience was so off psychiatry’s map that it wasn’t even remotely recognized. Instead of hearing me, about either the abuse or the awakening, I was immediately pathologized and labeled as the sick one. Being cast in the role of the “identified patient,” I was assured that I was going to be mentally ill for the rest of my days, as if I was being given a life sentence with no possibility for parole, with no time off for good behavior. The fact that I wanted to dialogue about this and question their diagnosis was proof, to the psychiatrists in charge of me, of my illness. The whole thing was totally nuts. Fully licensed and certified by the state, the psychiatric system’s abuse of its position of power was truly unconscionable. What the profession of psychiatry was unconsciously en-acting was truly crazy-making for those under their dominion. I was lucky to escape the psychiatric world with my sanity intact. Many others are not so fortunate.

In not listening to what I was saying about the abuse being perpetrated by my father, and pathologizing me instead, psychiatry was unwittingly protecting my father. It was as if the field of psychiatry had become subsumed into unknowingly becoming an instrument for a deeper, archetypal process of “protecting the abuser” to play itself out in form and in real time. Having my father be care-taken by those in a position of potential authority over him, combined with my being solidified as being sick by those in authority over me was a doubly sickening experience. It was only years later, long after I had left the psychiatric community, that it began to come out in my family that my father was both criminally and morally insane, a genuine psycho-sociopath who was truly a danger to others (note – in trying to decide whether to use the word “psychopath” or “sociopath,” I’ve decided to create a new term – “psycho-sociopath” to describe my father’s condition. It “sounds” right). In not listening to me or recognizing the reality of my father’s virulent pathology, the psychiatrists were complicit in the abuse.

One example to illustrate my point about the extent of my father’s illness should suffice – A few years before they both died, my aunt Helen, my father’s only sibling, during the one and only conversation in which I ever received validation from any family member about the abuse from my father, asked me if I knew who Hannibal Lechtor is (from the movie “The Silence of the Lambs”). After I answered in the affirmative, she then responded, chillingly, by saying, “That is the sort of person your father is.” By breaking the vow of silence in the family system that typically surrounds and protects the figure of the abuser, my aunt, my father’s sister, was not only letting me know and warning me about the type of figure with whom I was dealing with in her brother, she was giving me a gift. By blowing the whistle, she was putting words on what I was non-verbally experiencing first-hand in my relationship with my father. She was helping me to name my experience, to language the extreme challenge of what it was like to have been this figure’s son. Thirty years ago, as is typical during early stages of abuse, I hadn’t yet developed the psychological fluency I have now to articulate my experience. I wasn’t at all surprised by what my aunt had said, and immediately recognized what she was pointing at. The abuse from my father wasn’t obvious physical or sexual abuse, but was more hidden and covert, a psychological rape of the soul, a true mind-fuck, that only someone as psychically close as a parent can perpetrate. At that moment when my aunt spilled the beans, my experience was that she had become a channel for the voice of the unconscious, what I call “the dreaming,” to come through. She was acting as an oracle who had spoken the magic words that helped me to get a handle on what was happening within myself.

During my hospitalizations I was trying my best, giving every signal in the book, to get across and communicate about my experience with my father to the psychiatrists. As if invisible, I was neither heard, seen, nor understood, however, within the walls of psychiatry. I was continually telling the psychiatrists about the abuse that was going on, and yet, as if I was speaking in an alien tongue, the psychiatrists never had any clue that there was abuse going on. My perceptions were deleted from having any validity whatsoever. Being concretized as mentally ilI, I was being treated as a mental “in-valid.” The longer I was under the psychiatrist’s care, not surprisingly, the sicker I got. As time passed under their watch, the spiritual awakening component of my experience faded into the background, and the abuse came to the fore, front and center. Then, in a crazy-making double-bind, the fact that I wanted to talk about the abuse with my father became the very thing for which I was pathologized. Crazier still, in a seemingly never-ending game without end, my attempts at meta-communicating about the nature of the double-bind I found myself in was itself pathologized. The psychiatrists weren’t just not hearing me, they were actually perpetrating a hard to pin down form of psychological abuse. It was as if I had fallen into a hell-realm, was calling out for help, and no one, least of all within the hallowed halls of psychiatry, could hear my cry.

A dreamlike image comes to mind that actually happened to me that speaks louder than words. I’m locked up in a mental hospital in the midst of having a full-blown spiritual awakening. I’m sitting in my room in the hospital meditating. I am, moment by moment, watching my thoughts arise and in their very arising naturally dissolve back into the spacious emptiness from which they arise. I am dis-identifying from my thoughts, and more and more recognizing that I can just rest in the spacious emptiness which is our true nature. In addition to freeing my consciousness from the limitations of the conceptual mind, meditation is the one thing I’ve found which is healing the abuse from my father. Into the room comes the psychiatric ward attendant, who surreally happens to be one of the big high school basketball stars in the city in which I grew up, and he is stopping me from meditating. I am not allowed to meditate. He has it in his notes that meditation caused my illness. From the point of view of seeing the dreamlike nature of what was happening, he was my own inner obscuration manifesting, both literally and symbolically, in living, breathing color in front of my eyes. It was as if I was having a dream, where my inner process was manifesting as my seemingly outer reality.

While under their “care,” the psychiatric system wanted me to sign on the dotted line, making it financially worth my while if I agreed to take on their idea of who I was. In a truly insane logic, the fact that I refused was more proof to the psychiatrists of how crazy I was. While I was under their power, it was a waking nightmare – The more I was solidified in the role of being the sick one, the sicker I got, which, in a diabolically self-perpetuating negative feedback loop, only confirmed to those in authority how sick I truly was. In my “treatment,” I was energetically beaten within an inch of my psychological life, as if I was continually getting hit over the head with psychic baseball bats. The extent of dis-service and mis-treatment that I received from the “mental health” (sic) community has been so traumatic and overwhelming that it has taken me almost thirty years to even begin to wrap my mind around the horror of what played out. The abuse I suffered at the hands of the psychiatric community, which was true psychological violence in the flesh, is so beyond my comprehension that I’m now just beginning to even find the words. I struggle because the abuse was truly “unspeakable,” a form of torture. Tragically, both of my parents died convinced, with the psychiatric community’s blessing, that their only child was mentally ill. I have no family left.

Another dreamlike image from my experiences: A psychiatrist who I’ve been seeing every week for a number of months has so little idea what to do with me that he sends me to a supposedly cutting-edge and brilliant psychiatrist at Cornell Medical Center in New York who will surely know what the problem is. During our one and only session, I, as best as I can, describe the abuse from my father and how deeply it is affecting me. At the end of our time together, this alleged expert, as if giving me a prophecy, proclaims, “You have the same illness as Freud’s Rat Man, and you will need three years of intensive psychotherapy to be cured.” At the time I didn’t know anything about Freud’s infamous Rat Man, but I immediately sensed that it didn’t sound good, that I wasn’t in the best of company. Even though I had no idea what she was saying, I intuitively knew she had no idea what she was talking about. I was stunned by how not seen I felt. I couldn’t believe the trip she was laying on me after only one hour of knowing me. I was being set in stone, psychiatrically pigeon-holed, concretized for eternity. I felt like I was dealing with a total idiot. Symbolically, this psychiatrist was an embodiment of an ignorant, arrogant, and bewitched part of myself. She might have had the best of intentions, but she was apparently unaware of the self-created, self-fulfilling and potentially destructive spell she was casting. It was as if the inner part of me that entrances and pathologizes myself was incarnating itself, just like a dream, in the person or dream figure of the psychiatrist.

The universe is speaking symbolically, which is the language of dreams (i.e., “dreamspeak”), and the symbols that it is speaking in are tailor-fitted just for us. When I was hospitalized, the suit of clothes I was given to wear, though ultimately “perfect,” felt a bit too “tight,” however. I don’t think I was ever in an actual, physical straitjacket, but my time in the hospitals did feel like I was in an energetic, psychological, and emotional straitjacket. While I was having a peak experience during my initial visit to my very first hospital, for example, I spent the night strapped down to a bed in restraints. The accommodations were a bit on the “might makes right” side. During my stay in the hospitals my creative expression was forcibly shut down, as if the State, Big Brother, or the powers-that-be were exerting control over me and making their dominance known. It felt like I had been captured and become a prisoner. Living on a locked ward, I felt trapped by the system, caged in like a dangerous animal. To say it felt oppressive is a euphemism. It was abuse, pure and simple, disguised as our mental health system. It is the shadow side of psychiatry.

My saving grace was never falling into and “buying” the viewpoint of the doctors that was literally being “sold” to me as it was forced down my throat. It couldn’t have been more obvious from my vantage point inside myself that I was having a spiritual awakening. Fortunately, I never lost sight of this, even during the darkest of times, which allowed me to trust the process which was unfolding within myself. After getting out of the last psychiatric hospital in 1982, I felt ashamed, and mortified at now having the stigma of being labeled, for the rest of my life, an “ex-mental patient.” As I’ve healed over the course of time, however, I now “advertise” that I was locked up in psych-wards so as to get the word out, as “I am not the only one.” There are many other people who have suffered and are presently suffering through similar waking-nightmares with the psychiatric system.

Not only did the psychiatrists offer me no help in dealing with the underlying emotional issues resulting from the abuse with my father, they didn’t even recognize that there was severe abuse being played out in my family system in the first place. The degree to which my reports about the abuse with my father were dismissed is staggering. I simply wasn’t listened to nor believed. In discounting my own experience, the psychiatrists were fundamentally invalidating my perceptions, which was truly maddening. In addition, the psychiatrists didn’t recognize that I was suffering from a form of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) as a result of the emotional abuse from my father, and as time unfolded, from themselves as well.

Instead of help for my problems with my father, the psychiatric system, on the other hand, unwittingly colluded with, supported, and protected my father in his role of abuser. Like many psycho-sociopaths, my father was brilliant and could be very charismatic, and due to his “charm,” could easily put people under the spell he was casting. He was very skilled at presenting himself to the world as “normal.” Because of his uncanny ability to shape-shift and hide in the shadows of the unconscious, he went his whole life undiagnosed (My father’s virulent, but unrecognized illness inspired me to create an entirely new diagnosis which sheds light on his sickness, what I call “malignant egophrenia,” or ME disease for short). My father bamboozled and hoodwinked all the psychiatrists he interacted with, convincingly presenting himself as a loving, concerned parent, and always casting me in the role of the sick one. The psychiatric community got “into bed” with my parents (my mother was under my father’s spell), aligning with them “against” me, in the sense that, being the one identified as sick, I was seen as the member of the family who both had a problem and was the problem. Though the sickness was fundamentally nonlocal in nature, as it pervaded the whole family system (which now included psychiatry), it was being “localized” as if existing only in me. Being conjured up in the role of the identified patient, I was “carrying,” as if in the role of the archetypal scapegoat, both my family’s, as well as the psychiatric community’s, unacknowledged, split-off, and unconscious shadow of madness.

Not only did the psychiatrists fail to recognize the deeper process of spiritual awakening that had become activated within me as a result of the abuse, their ignorance insured that they didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with me other than to pathologize me, which is their default setting. People who are in extreme states, and are having non-ordinary experiences, or who see things differently than the agreed-upon, consensus reality are (arche)typically pathologized by those in positions of power. Psychiatry’s un-reflected upon propensity to see only illness is an expression of psychiatry’s own pathology. To put my experiences in context, they happened years before “religious or spiritual problem” was accepted as a new diagnostic category in the DSM-IV. When I was going through these experiences, although it was only thirty years ago, it was like I had time travelled and was living in the Dark Ages. In the early eighties, the very concept or possibility of a spiritual awakening was precluded and excluded from the worldview of psychiatry.

In a spiritual awakening, the boundary between the inner process that is happening within the psyche, and outer events that are happening out in the world, become synchronistically intermingled and co-related such that our experience reveals itself to be of the same fundamental structure as a dream (where the inner process of the dreamer is expressing itself in, as, and through the forms of the dream). Oftentimes, when the archetypal process of spiritual awakening is first activated within us, our constructs about the nature of reality de-construct such that we can appear, from the mainstream reality point of view, a little “crazy.” As we awaken, we are, in fact, stepping “out of our (conceptual) minds.” Cultures based on wisdom have the capacity to discern and recognize an individual who is potentially going through a process of spiritual awakening. Such wisdom-based cultures especially value such individuals and recognize that these people are being called by spirit to potentially become a shaman or healer who in the future might greatly benefit the community. Usually, all these would-be shamans or healers need is some time and a safe container for their process to naturally integrate into the emerging wholeness of their psyche.

When someone is first beginning to have a spiritual awakening, however, they are in an extremely open, vulnerable, and delicate state. During this initial stage of my awakening, I wasn’t integrated nor grounded enough to realize that it wasn’t wise for me to honestly reveal to the psychiatrists the magical inner and outer synchronistic experiences that I was having in my awakening, which were truly off their radar. In Biblical terms, in innocently sharing my sacred experiences with the psychiatrists, I was “casting my pearls before swine.” Many years later, my friend, the late Harvard psychiatrist Dr. John Mack once shared with me his definition of being crazy – “It’s not knowing who to tell, or not to tell, what you’re experiencing.” From his perspective, I was out of my mind to share my mystical experiences with his colleagues, and in retrospect, I fully agree. In essence, the more I authentically expressed my experience, the more I was convincing the doctors I was crazy. This reminds me of a line from an email that I received a few years back where the person literally writes, “When I told my psychiatrist that I thought my mission in this world was to spread the message of love, she prescribed me an anti-psychotic.” Contrary to supporting the healthy part of me that was awakening, the psychiatrists pathologized, mis-diagnosed and medicated me (with “anti-creative” medication), temporarily aborting my mind-expanding spiritual emergence, traumatizing me even further. I am truly outraged at the outrage of it all. It feels crazy not to be. I am outraged both for myself and for the innumerable fellow sufferers of this profound betrayal of the Hippocratic Oath, whose deeper meaning is to do no harm.

In a similar dynamic that played out with my father, psychiatry, instead of protecting me, was what I needed protection from. Instead of helping me to heal, my psychiatric experience was something from which I’ve been in recovery from and needed to heal. My intimate relationship with psychiatry created quite an overwhelming cocktail of abuse for me to digest (please see my article “We are all Shamans-in-Training”). I felt totally violated, branded, humiliated, and dehumanized as a result of my treatment with the psychiatric system, a pill-pushing club “med.” During this time in my life, my mid-twenties, most of my friends were in graduate school getting degrees for their future professions. I became “certified” in a different way; little did I realize, however, that I was being trained in my future profession, too. Many of my childhood and college friends dropped out of my life as this process unfolded, as I imagine what I was going through (not exactly the “American Dream”) was uncomfortable for many of them. It was only years later that I had built up a strong enough sense of self to re-frame my encounter with the primitive, stone-age, and draconian field of psychiatry as an aspect of my spiritual awakening, as if it was a shamanic descent into the underworld, into the depths of a modern-day Hades.

A further dreamlike image: An extremely arrogant psychiatrist is telling me that if I don’t start making inroads into getting a job in the burgeoning computer field by the next time I see him, he wouldn’t see me anymore. I’m horrified and disgusted at the manipulation he’s using, all supposedly for my own good. Like a dream, my inner father process was materializing itself in my waking life in the psychiatrist’s office, as if the underlying, mythic figure of the negative father was using this psychiatrist as a local emanation of a nonlocal archetype. Just like my father, this psychiatrist was not relating to me as an autonomous agent with my own intuitive wisdom, but was trying to shape and form-fit me into his version of who he thought I was. He was literally playing out my unresolved father process (and his, too) with me, as he was picking up the role of the archetypal abusive, unconscious, and power-tripping father figure. Keep in mind that computers were the last thing I was interested in; I was an artist who was having a spiritual awakening. And it just so happened that my father, who this psychiatrist was all too intimately in touch with, wanted me to go into the field of computers, or whatever field would bring in the most money. I think to myself, “Who do you say you’re working for?” Needless to say, I never came back to this not-so-undercover agent of my father’s.

Don’t get me wrong – There are plenty of well-intentioned psychiatrists, including the ones with whom I worked. I am not talking about individual psychiatrists, I am talking about the underlying psychiatric system as a whole. There is a certain consensual agreement with reference to behaviors that are considered “normal,” the nature of health and sickness, as well as fundamental ideas of who we are, that all representatives of the “academy” have to accept in order for them to be considered a card-carrying member. There is an axiomatic set, a way of looking, that has been drilled into psychiatrists heads during their “training” in medical school, for them to take on in order to be a true initiate. Built into the very institution of psychiatry, into the very organ-ization of the field, to the extent that self-reflection is not part of its practice, is the hidden abuse of power. It takes more than good intentions for a psychiatrist to not unwittingly become an instrument for “the system” to play out its unconscious, destructive aspect. The traditional psychiatric community is set up to be a set-up, in that built into the system is the unconscious set of assumptions of materialistic science, not the least of which is that we exist as encapsulated, separate selves apart from the underlying field. In fact, for most psychiatrists, there is no concept of an underlying field of consciousness at all. Consciousness is understood purely as something that arises from matter and thus can be manipulated by material, i.e., electro-chemical means (via psychiatric drugs, for example). It takes an exceptional practitioner of the art of psychiatry, a true doctor of the soul, to see through the implicit materialist in-doctrine-ation they have received as part and parcel of their very conditioning and upbringing into the field of psychiatry. A true healer knows that they are meeting themselves time and time again in their patients.

A final dreamlike image, where the madness in the hospital nonlocally spills outside of its walls: In one mental hospital there is a meeting that I am having in front of all the doctors who have been studying my case. In presenting me with their findings, they are all in complete agreement that I have a mental illness, manic-depression, and that I am going to have this illness for the rest of my life, and need to be medicated till I take my last breath (It should be noted that I haven’t taken any psychiatric medication for over a quarter of a century, with no “episodes,” which, from the psychiatric point of view, is impossible if I truly had what is now called bi-polar illness). I stood up to what felt like a board of (mis)directors and told them that they didn’t know what they were talking about, which only confirmed to them how crazy I was. In consulting their hallowed diagnostic manual (the DSM), it was like they were reading from a “grimoire” (a manual for invoking and casting magic spells), and were trying to match what little they understood of my experience to something somebody wrote in a book. Feeling both objectified and marginalized in my own treatment, the doctors weren’t interested in consulting with me. They didn’t have much of an idea of where or who I was in this whole process, and, frighteningly, they were in the position of making decisions which might greatly affect the rest of my life. I felt like a guinea pig who had become drafted into a sinister science experiment, and it felt get-me-out-out-here crazy. We were en-acting in that conference room a deep, archetypal process of abuse of power that gets acted out in the non-level playing field of psychiatry (as well as within traumatized psychiatric patient’s heads) innumerable times every day.

The dreamlike scene continues: The next day, one of the doctors, an intern who was at the meeting the day before, is giving me a physical exam. During the checkup, he praises me for what I did the day before – standing for my own experience and speaking truth to power. He expresses that he thought I did great under trying circumstances, and that he really appreciated the courage it took for me to challenge his colleagues (of course, it would have been nice if he would’ve said this during the previous day’s meeting, but I don’t push my luck). It felt wonderful connecting with someone who “understood,” particularly someone who was in the role of an authority figure. We so connected during our meeting that we decided to get together when I got out of the hospital. The next week or so we did get together, and we went out with some friends of his to a bar to hear a rock band. Over the course of the evening I discovered that the rock band was a group of musicians who love Jesus, and this doctor was a born-again Christian who, seeing me as a potential catch, wanted to help me save my soul. I remember him talking about how my teachers, some of the genuinely enlightened practitioners in Buddhism, were possessed by the Devil because they weren’t Christian. I couldn’t believe it. Just when I thought I had found an ally, I realized I was once again in another crazy-making, mind-warping situation, as if there was no getting away from the craziness. It felt so sci-fi, like I was living in the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers. As if iterations of a fractal, both during my time in the mental hospital and at the bar I found myself in situations where a crazy, cult-like organization was trying to enlist me to become one of its members. For me, this process is symbolic of the undercurrent in our waking dream that is constantly entrancing us into falling asleep, becoming brainwashed and hypnotized by those in power to take on the agreed upon collective viewpoint of the herd. Upon reflection, what played out in my life is an externalized reflection of an archetypal process that is happening both in the greater body politic as well as deep inside of all of us.

Through numerous dreamlike experiences like these, I was being introduced to the nonlocal field of consciousness that synchronistically in-forms our world, a burgeoning insight which years later would form the foundation for my work. This underlying, all-pervasive field drafts people into being its instruments and unwitting operatives, choreographing events in the world so as to materialize itself. This seamlessly interconnected field ceaselessly animates innumerable nonlocal “hands” to set the “stage,” arranging the scene in the play of our waking dream so as to simultaneously veil and reveal itself, entrancing or potentially liberating us at each and every moment. A deeper process shaping the manifestation of so-called reality was being shown to me through all that was playing out in my crazy life, as if the events in my life were parts of an initiation. A more fundamental aspect of my being was making itself known to me, and was using my experiences in the world – in my family, the psychiatric system, and the world of rock and roll, as its canvas. The psychiatric system turned out to be one of the crucibles for my awakening. My harrowing ordeal with psychiatry was a “close encounter” that almost killed me, a “near death experience,” of the psychiatric kind. If it doesn’t kill you, however, it makes you stronger. I have survived.

The very insight that I was beginning to realize in my awakening – the non-objective, dreamlike, and symbolic nature of reality – which was ironically one of the things for which I was pathologized by psychiatry for attempting to articulate, was the very insight that redeemed my experiences with both the psychiatric system as well as my father and literally saved my life. Whereas psychiatry wanted to make me a productive member of consensus reality, I was more interested in deepening my contemplation of how what we call “reality” is an arbitrary product of our consensus. Instead of being “out of touch” with reality, I was awakening to that, just like a dream, there is no objective reality with which to get in touch. Years later I was greatly encouraged to discover that this same fundamental, transformative insight for which I was being pathologized by the psychiatric system is in fact the very same insight which is the pith essence of the great esoteric spiritual wisdom traditions from around the world. Needless to say, I was happy to find myself in such good company, though I wasn’t overly thrilled at being left on my own to deal with the psychological clean-up operation resulting from the traumatic aftershocks and aftermath of a most unnatural, and unnecessary, psychiatric disaster. Realizing that my own personal process of awakening was yet another unique instance of an insight into the dreamlike nature of the universe that has been discovered by countless human beings throughout history has been enormously validating and healing for me (for a deeper articulation of this essential truth, please see my article “As Viewed, So Appears”). Seeing my own personal experience of awakening framed in the context of the perennial, spiritual wisdom traditions has only amplified my awareness of the tragic and egregious lack of this kind of insight into the nature of the mind that pervades our modern, medical psychiatric profession.

The symbolic events that were literally transpiring in my life, as is true for all of us, were a synchronistic reflection and revelation of a living process deep within myself. It was as if everything that was playing out with my father, in the field of psychiatry, and for that matter, every aspect of my life, was communicating to me through the symbolic dimension of my awareness, which is the same part of me that dreams my dreams at night. I was beginning to realize that the same deeper, dreaming Self that dreams our dreams at night is dreaming our lives. Though my close call with psychiatry almost drove me crazy and nearly killed me, I have learned something through my ordeal, an insight so profound that it can’t be repeated often enough. How things turn out depends upon how we dream it. I am my own living proof.

NOTE – To create context for those of you who have read my recent article “Shamanic Transference,” it was about a year or so after my last hospitalization that I connected with the one psychiatrist with whom I worked for a number of years. Going back to the psychiatric system might have been similar to the magical thinking involved in repeatedly going back to the abusive parent and expecting a different result, but I obviously still had something to learn. Clearly, in going back to a psychiatrist after my earlier experiences with psychiatry, my head needed to be examined.

ONE MORE NOTE – A friend from out of town came to visit me right as I was finishing this article, and not knowing what I was writing about, synchronistically brought the movie “The Changeling” (directed by Clint Eastwood and starring Angelina Jolie), feeling strongly that I had to see it. Much to my astonishment, the film, a true story, graphically illustrates in images the exact same archetypal pattern of abuse of power, psychiatric and otherwise, that I’m trying to describe in words. Highly recommended, but not for the faint of heart.

A pioneer in the field of spiritual emergence, Paul Levy is a healer in private practice, assisting others who are also awakening to the dreamlike nature of reality. Paul is also a visionary artist and a spiritually-informed political activist. He is the author of The Madness of George Bush: A Reflection of Our Collective Psychosis, (click here to read the first chapter). Feel free to pass this article along to a friend if you feel so inspired. Please visit Paul’s website You can contact Paul at; he looks forward to your reflections. Though he reads every email, he regrets that he is not able to personally respond to all of them. © Copyright 2010.

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  1. Hi, I am encouraged by your story. I fully agree that psychiatrists pathalogize and medicalize victims of abuse while the abusers are getting away with their fake-normalcy and charismatic behaviour in public. The “identified patient” distracts the attention away from the abusive behaviour of the abusers.Psychiatrists are not even trying to make you feel better. It is just not in their interest. They are just putting the abuse on a higher level with authority.

    I suffer from CPTSD as well caused by a whole life of severe abuse by family members in a dependent situation (visual disabled). When I finally made it to a psychiatrist to cure my reactive depression he “diagnosed” me within 20 minutes bipoar (I was in my fourties and had never had any “episodes” but that was denied because they told me I was so mentally sick I I was not able to see that) and forcibly committed me to the mental “hospital”. At that time I had no idea that I was dissociating and having emotional flashbacks in session when I was talking about the severe abuse. I knew I was always getting very upset and angry in sessions. And that it was not the real me he was seeing. But this “trauma-specialist” was not able to see this although they diagnose almost everything by “objective” observations. Like we are caged animals in a zoo (although that was exactly what I was feeling when I was hospitalized).

    My visual disability symptoms were deliberately overlooked and labeled “delusional”. They put me on heavy anti-psychotic drugs for my “schizophrenia” while in reality they were pathalogizing the symptoms of my visual impairment (which is not observable when one looked to my eyes, they look fine on the outside). They thought I was making it up.

    For 16 years I was on heavy medication which were not doing anything of course exept flattening my emotions.
    They finally were getting mad at me because I was not getting beter only worse. Then they “diagnosed” me with all personality disorders that existed because I developed recistance to therapy. They never listened to my trauma-history. Instead they were accusing me of “playing the victim”. They said that I had to look on my share (?) in the abusive relationships thereby retraumatizing me.

    After years of psychiatric abuse which I was not allowed to stop I finally had to quit my job because of the evoked stress. I suffered enourmous amounts of income loss.
    I was a succesful medical biologist and worked more than 30 years in hospitals evaluating clinical trails of big pharma and discovered the massive fraud of big pharma and the cooperating physicians who were getting payed to put negative outcomes under the carpet. I didn’t cooperate and that caused me al lot of troubles. But eventually I was also asked getting part in the fraud which I refused. I was not fired because they were afraid that I would make it public but I didn’t because of the already heavy burden of CPTSD. I couldn’t take more. But the psychiatrists blow this deliberately out of proportion and said I left a track of destruction behind me and I was repeatedly fired during my life. They all made it up to make it comply with their “diagnosis”.

    After my encounter with psychiatry I knew pshychiatrists were just the sales-representatives in white coats of big pharma. The white collar criminals who are getting away with it. It has nothing to do with medicine (and I tend to believe that even general medicine had nothing to do with medicine; I have inside information).They don’t even consider the cause of the emotional problems because they say I had a”chemical imbalance” in my head which requires life-long treatment (can you see the $$$ in their eyes?). This term is invented by big pharma by aggressive marketing campaigns to support excessive drug-use of potentially dangerous drugs only to make people sick and addicted needing more “treatment”.
    As a medical biologist I know that there are no bloodtests or X-rays to confirm this theory. No objective testing means that every diagnosis in psychiatry is purely subjective and can be totally made up by the psychiatrist himself.
    Misdiagnosis in psychiatry don’t exists. There are no objective diagnostic tests at all. The perfect crime.

    Psychiatrists are, in my opninion, suffering from a label-addiction disorder and a cause-effect switch disorder. They are themselves psychopaths and they cannot see how “sick in their heads” they are. Or they choose not to see it.

    The newest label they gave me was Asperger, because they think I am intelligent and have no empathy and I make little eye contact (due to my eye disability). Because of the emotional numbing (symptom of CPTSD) my empathy is indeed suffering because I am suffering from compassion fatigue. The abusers constantly drained me emotionaly.

    My hidden eye disability remained years undiagnosed because my parents hindered a visual test by a ophtalmologist. Finally diagnosed in my adulthood I discovered that it was not socially accepted so I was frequently bullied during my life. (they say “all autists are bullied” so therefore you are an autist). This caused my social withdrawal, not autism.
    While autists have problems with comprehensive reading I always received “A’s” for it when I was in highschool (but it cost me a lot of effort to become a medical biologist, because initially I had no talent for hard sciences). And most of the so-called autistic traits are caused by my visual disability but they refused to ackowledge this. The rest of the “autistic” behaviour is related to trauma. So this is again a fraudulent diagnosis to get me hooked in “therapy”.

    All the while (16 years) I received no treatment for my CPTSD (it was “all in my head”). In fact it was just getting worse. They stripped me of my human rights and forced me to “treatment” for illnessess I never had.

    Psychiatry’s Hippocritic Oath:”First do no harm”.

    Psychiatry is no cure; it’s a curse!!

  2. What you have said and described led us in the late 60s to engage in the patients rights movement and to the development of a patients bill of rights in Ct

  3. This is the most interesting thing i read in a long time.

    I was “diagnosed” with paranoid schizophrenia and locked in hospital prison several times. I hate the system. I hate what they did and still do to me. Getting that label in addition to a criminal record basically ended my hopes of work or relationships. Everyone pities and contempts me at the same time. Comedians often ridicule mentally diagnosed people. The media and politicians equate them with terrorists and say criminals and enemies have MI. Psychiatry is basically a weapon and once you manifest vulnerability in this competitive society that weapon will be used with glee and without mercy. You get to be a thought criminal if you develop the foundations of philosophy or unconventional thoughts such as excessive humanity or emotional expression.

    Basically i decided to manipulate the nurses and doctors and be a model patient. I know it is bullshit. It is the sort of powerful rotten bullshit that the smell of it in your life never leaves you. But i still manipulate them to get lenient regime out of them.

    I wont embrace the hopeless future, i will pretend its not as it is so as to fool others into treating me as if i dont have a label. Basically i will stay in college and hope to one day be a psychologist to show humanity to the most shit upon despised ridiculed stigma bearing innocent people in the world.

    Stay proud of yourself.
    Fuck them. Millions understand you and have their own stories

  4. The power structures of this planet are heavily infiltrated by the “dark side”, in other words, the so called “illuminati”, the lizards(Dracos,etc.), in physical and non physical form, supporting them, and the darkness behind all of it. Of course they’ve infiltrated psychiatry, medicine, banking, government, government agencies, military, drugs, religion, schooling, physics and other sciences and big business, etc. I have a friend who was a nurse in a hospital, decades ago. He often had to go against the treatments prescribed by moronic, poorly taught or intentionally evil doctors, in order to prevent harm or death to his patients. Eventually, the hospital fired him. It’s been abundantly clear for a long time that the medical community is still in the dark ages. For some of the higher ups, this is quite intentional. For most, it is ignorance and the way they’ve been programmed. Just take a look at the cancer industry and see how they dealt with Royal Rife and his Rife machine, Max Gerson and his dietary cures and Wilhelm Reich and his orgone therapy, amongst numerous others. The cancer industry is a joke. It’s all about making money, not about curing cancer, as numerous cures for cancer already exist. And how many doctors let their cancer patients know that a high ratio of potassium(K) to sodium(Na) in the diet, works against cancer(from research done in the early 1980s that showed that the nucleus of the cancer cell was bloated with too much Na and not enough K)? How many doctors even know themselves, since that kind of data is suppressed? It reminds me of the story of the surfer who had cancer. His doctor told him that he needed to receive radiation and/or chemo therapy, otherwise he only had about 6 months to live. The laid back surfer said to hell with it, he was going on vacation to Hawaii and going surfing. The surfer kept on living, but his doctor died in 6 months. Then he got another doctor who told him something similar to what the first doctor had told him. But the surfer didn’t give a shit. Eventually, that doctor died too, but as far as anybody knows, that surfer never died of cancer.

  5. In all countries, right now it’s making Psychiatric Abuses. We have to join, all together and battle with theses abuses. Denounce never be quiet.

  6. I experienced similar abuse under psychiatry. It took me decades to recover, in some ways I still am recovering. Some days I think of it as the refiners fire and blacksmith’s hammer that made me into the fine instrument I am today. You are completely right in that you must be careful who you talk to about this stuff. Ironically, I have a friend who is a priest, Mason, and a psychiatrist. I laugh to myself that he judges people’s experiences when he, himself, believes in the literal virgin birth…or at least says he does. Despite his spiritual leanings, I would never tell him about what I experienced or experience today on the spiritual level because he has to power to commit me, judge, jury, and executioner, based only on my sharing these experiences.

  7. Best article I’ve found so far about how to resist these torturers. I see them as simply psychopaths, much like your Father … “murder and mayhem for fun”. The psych system is their little playground. Everything else is lies used to confuse the victim and everyone else. They are the drug pushing end of the pharmaceutical companies, much like the drug cartels in the drug war (see ). They are a form of organised crime much like the Mafia, the two may even cross over in some areas (ever wonder if cocaine billionaires are involved in the pharma companies ? I have. Just another profitable new market.). Torture and assasination (ever play the Assasins Creed games ?) using deadly medicines ( ) in a framework of organised crime that uses fraud ( ). Essentially its all the same old criminology and M.O., method of operation, search out FBI research on that one. But people don’t get it. One of the people’s I encountered that do get it were the Zapatista’s in Chiapas, Mexico. That’s why they cut off contact with the government and set up their own people’s controlled areas (of course that solution may be unique to Mexico ). So its about having the courage to face the real Truth and take appropriate steps from there.

  8. I really recommend Psychiatric Abuse Poetry Shattering the Bloody Glass Ceiling and Abducted by Aliens by author Desha Blue. Excellent books of the reality of real modern day psychiatric abuse against a victim who was not insane. Desha is also all over youtube if anyone cares to take a listen. Her books can be found through major online book sellers like Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

  9. Superb Article, my soul resonates with yours, have had the same experience. Big Hug, they are a Psychiatric Cult that began in the days of the German 3rd Reich. Lots of Love and healing!

  10. I appreciate the courage and desire to express your point of view on what I believe was a very real inner battle that was pounced upon by a community designed to subjugate and mislead so many people as well as to document the abuse in part by that community.

    I have the unfortunate ability to relate on a very high level to this paticular article. As time passes and I forge ahead to create an exciting and meaningful life it is clear that in my own way I want to play a part in destroying what I believe is a truly demonic and oppressive system.

  11. Hello,

    Your website is great. I have had first hand experiences with major wetiko coming from my Father as well and I have had great difficulty in stopping the abuse. I appreciate your story of healing and how it fueled your growth. I undoubtedly will have a similar experience with coming to terms with my own necessary healing. If you have tips for psychic protection from such ‘rape of the soul’ scenarios it would be appreicated. Full-on possession has nearly occurred and it disgusts me to no end. Fuck that shit.

  12. Yep, I had some talk therapy in the 90′s and it was very helpful to me. The first thing I said to my therapist was that I want you to listen and I do not want to be “shut up” and I do not want to be abused and negated here, too. Recently after feeling suicidal after traumatic emotional abuse and lies and manipulations of family, employers and the court I didn’t even think to say that. So, you got it the second session was filled with negative labellings of my behavior and personality and what was wrong with me. The conflicts before therapy had centered around dis-empowering and therapy was taking the same path. I walked out. That was Fun! Ajna remarks

  13. Being sane in insane place was a sociological study in which “sane” researchers entered a mental hospital and almost went crazy. My wife is writing a book: Friday I went to therapy, saturday I went crazy. I am wring a book on bullshit in psychotherapy. Beware folks of who you see in therapy or you can enter a world of terror. A classic is: Too much anger, too many tears, by Janet Gotkin, written years ago about her experiences.

  14. ”It occurs to me that in the same sense that psychiatry was killing you by denying the validity of your world view, you were killing your father, by revealing the secret of his abusive and sick nature, thereby threatening the fragile protection he had constructed for himself in order to conceal what he truly was. He was too fragile to handle the truth, so by bringing that into the light, in a sense you really were killing him”

    That just makes me wonder though..if paul was ”killing” his father by telling him the truth, and then he was killing the mental-health system by telling ”the truth”, doesn’t that mean that since the psychiatrists almost nearly killed paul aswell..weren’t they pretty much presenting THEIR world view? As they know it to be? It just makes me wonder, what if there is no truth….NO truth…AT ALL…its all just a misconseption of the mind, a mere little idea that we play in our heads that feeds our own insecurities and fears and ego and makes us all powerful because we say we know the TRUTH….the psychiatrist had his OWN truth, his dad the same, and him the same, it just leds me to believe that the ”truth” is pretty much our defense system against our harsh rationalization that we cant face REALITY, because…reality…doesn’t exist,its a deep blank empty void.. and deep down, we know that…and we try to fill it up with happy thoughts and goals and ideas and beliefs and social circles and WHATNOT!!!..But what if this is another misconception? That leads to other greater hallucinations of grandeur?….oh i’m going mad indeed…

  15. Thank You Paul, i don’t think i’ll fully get over my psychiatric abuse of 30 years but your story has truly inspired me, as have the great comments that others have made!

  16. I have very recently been through an experience not disimilar to yours with the medical profession and now I suffer from doctor phobia which, having been a nurse, I find sad.
    I have been breaking through over a period of 25 years and 6 months ago feel as if i got free. My male forebears were mostly vicars in the church of England but i have lived in India for 5 years and can see my awakening in terms of Hinduism, Islam and Christian.
    I intend to write my story which i would like to call ‘Legacy’. From Shrink to Cosmic Wanker!
    I feel less angry having read your story and identified with it so much. Thank you . Couldn’t we all get together. I live in the Heart of England and work as a healer.

  17. This is a truey inspiring (and in my case almost life saving) article. By ‘coincidence’ i read this around a year ago when i was at the initial phase of breaking through my unconscious processes. My therapist and certain other individuals who were meant to be helping me were infact symbolically reinacting the abuse that i still denied in myself from my mother. This article and your site in general gave me an abundance of insight to understand the landscape that my deeper psyche was somehow inviting. Thank you for your tremendous generosity in sharing your work and may i salute your personal bravery in surviving such horrendous emotional abuse.

  18. Hi Paul,

    Thank you for your courage to speak out against your oppressors in life, which ultimately served as the bindings of a chrysallis for the majesty that you now live. A friend of mind recently pointed to a butterfly and shared “butterflies are all about transformation.” My response was, “I think it is the caterpillars who are about transformation. The butterflies are enjoying the results of it.”

    Knowing that spiritual energy misguided can be a cause, and also knowing how ill-equipped the “might makes right” model of psychiatry is to nurture and guide it, I often dream of being of service inside of psych wards just as a person who cares and can listen. Your story confirms the tremendous need for this kind of service, and if you were to found such an organization to create volunteers for this cause, I would support it wholeheartedly.

    Best regards, from one butterfly to another,
    Oren (

  19. Paul – It was hard for me to read what you wrote as it conjured up my own horrific experiences as an “innocent” who got caught up in The System in the same way as you. We were like animals caught in a trap… trying to chew our paw off to escape it. Although I was brilliant – artistic – a “good person” who followed the Heart of Jesus (tho terribly disappointed with the institution of the church)and completely harmless – I was a perfect candidate for the shrinks to “play with”.
    I remember when one shrink was telling me all that they were going to “do to me” – I burst out saying “who do you think you are… God?!?” That really pissed him off at my unwillingness to submit to his authority. Ultimately I was hospitalized in the psych ward, send to Juvenile Detention (that term was certainly true!), and eventually sent to an ‘experimental program” where shock treatments were given to teens as those were the daze when it was a “new toy” for the shrinks to play with – and get funding for their “projects”. They gave me 22 shock treatments over a month and a half. And sent me home with drugs – stelazine and thorazine combo! I was in a fog. My memory was destroyed – had to relearn my multiplication tables – have 100% memory loss of the 3 years prior and only vague, random memories from my childhood. I stuffed all this in an attempt to move forward in my life & retain MY values. I ignored the tortures of my family life (adopted only child of Narcissistic mother & her adoring husband) and the cruelties large and small – all directed at me as I was the only one. No one to talk to, I thought it was normal. My parents were barely educated and my father worshipped & did my mother’s bidding. I just thought they were “normal” and I was “weird”. And then I made many “mistakes” in my life, falling in love with other narcissistic partners…repeating the cycle as it seemed “normal/expected”. Only husband #4 was so outrageous that it forced me to return where I dreaded – back to reliving the past to find out HOW I ended up this way by “being nice”… contrary to all the “teachings” I was following and believed in my heart.
    Now getting close to 60, I am at the lowest time of my life (since those early years) and it is too late to go back & fix things…and I am running out of “fight” after all these battles. The Health System is totally mechanized and rigid so I suffer by my lack of trust – by my disgust with the doctors. But my walls of defense built up have not truly protected me. And I am officially “down & out” for the count. But I KNOW now… and I have paid dearly for this Knowing.
    I just want to be of service – to be a shining light – to not be seen as “scary/weird/unpredictable/”different” – and if I had been raised in the right family, I might just be a World Saviour of sorts – been able to use my genius and talents – and share my Love with THE WORLD.
    I guess I am failing to note my “good works” properly – to stuck in defensive mode… working on that. But you never feel “good enough”.
    (But…it’s not over yet…!!)
    I am always hungry for the LOVE that I never received. For the praise/Thank You’s/confirmation that I am “okay”. I am sure that people do feel like I have done a lot of good – but there is distance – probably my fears of betrayal poisoning every relationship… my Soul Neediness. No – I am NOT NORMAL. And so lonely.
    But at least I know now that I am not alone in my trials – and that I am not the guilty one. But those toxic “feeling/fears” still linger.
    Tomorrow’s another day… and maybe a good one is coming!
    Thanks for your honesty – it is like a cool drink of water in the desert!
    “The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness,
    and let us put on the armor of light.” Romans 13:12

  20. Hi Paul

    I have had similar experiences with the mental health system in the UK. I have always known that the source of my own pain was from loss of my father when I was 7 and from psychological abuse from my narcissistic mother and half brother followed by my mother’s early death. Whenever I have turned to the mental health service I have been either shunned (which was the case when I recently requested EMDR sessions for trauma flashbacks and was told EMDR did not work for this, yet I have endless case studies on my PC to prove otherwise).

    Previously on many occasions I have requested support with looking into my past trauma and been told that ‘digging around in the muck of the past’ was completely unnecessary and what I must do is work on my behaviours. What without treating the source of the pain? – the system is mad!

    Finally, I found a Jungian Analyst, hallelujah – she gets it, she affirms my atrocious childhood experiences and accepts my sorrow and pain as ‘normal’ for what I have faced. Finally in middle age I am healing from the traumas that have haunted me all my life.

    I had a similar experience when looking for support for my 11 year old daughter who suffered narcissistic abuse from her father, i was told by the child psyches “to put the past behind me and move forward for the sake of my children” – what when he is still controlling, shaming, guiltripping and blaming them at every step?! – This too is madness! Even Robert Hare a trained expert in the field of psychopathology has been deeply affected by these types and yet young innocent children were meant to just ‘take it on the chin’! I felt like the very system that was supposed to be there to protect my children were defending his abusive behaviour.

    Same went for a bullying situation for my eldest D – the headmistress completely denied that it was happening and called my D oversensitive – even though she had been alienated, pushed, shamed and belittled by her manipulative classmate intermittently over a period of 5 years.

    I am anti vaccine too and find great opposition with this from authorities even though there is growing irrefutable evidence that certain vaccines are not safe and effective – at the moment the HPV vaccine is being pushed by governments on young girls around the globe and 73 to date have lost their lives and 1,000′s more have serious/permanent side effects – but even though it puts childrens lives at risk they are sent up there for the jabs like lambs to the slaughter while the pharmas and governments lick their lips and count their loot – abominable!

    Trusting our own intuition is of key importance, it’s a web of lies from which we need to become unstuck.

  21. Just what could it be about perusing things through someone else’s eyes that delivers such a great perspective? There are actually some good brain food weblogs out there and I sure do feel like I have had a great helping here going through your site. Surprisingly, Bing directed me to your blog when I was working away at fitness and health related research. Always good times reading through and I do hope you’ll keep writing away. Enjoy the week.

  22. Hi Paul
    I have been reading your articles for a few years now, especially the political ones. The description you give of your father fits my mother to a T, though my experience was very different, in that I ran from the family, to my peer group at an early age, and was able to avoid the psychiatry route. After my first spiritual awakening, I began to slowly retrace my steps, and explore the trauma, which I had repressed.
    This article is going to several of my friends, who have had similar experiences
    Thank you

  23. Hello: It’s important to understand that ‘synchronicities’ are not evidence of mental delusions, or evidence of illness, unless the person cannot find a way to get through a period of mental isolation. In that particular isolation there’s a sense of not being really alone, and that can begin to help make sense of the strangeness of a new way to relate to events in life.

    Too many people experience the same ‘kind’ of delusion for it to have no rational explanation and a source that science can logically accept. I wonder if you’ve watched Mythos by Joseph Campbell, the Psyche and Symbol, as well as the Hero’s Journey? I believe many individuals were being forced to find their own life’s meaning from the early 1980′s and afterwards. I found out that a lot of information I needed was in books that sometimes fell off a shelf in front of me, and reading a lot about the history of psychiatry itself. There’s an article in the March 01, 2010 issue of the New Yorker Magazine, Head Case by Louis Menand that has some helpful information. “Can psychiatry become a science?” So much change about how mental illness has happened since 1981, it used to be a topic nobody talked about. The symbolizing function of our minds doesn’t work only in dreams, its probably what is the most awake and alert part of our minds.

  24. Paul, this piece has just been ‘delivered’ (in the sense of ‘deliverance’) to me by a friend. All I can say is: I am sooo grateful! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Even more insidious and damaging and traumatising than the damage that the psychiatric fraternity does, is the damage that I did to myself by internalising psychiatry. I am a psychiatric condition. Everything I think is a symptom of it. Everything I do is pathological. Everything I feel is psychotic. I am still trying to come to terms with who I am outside of this internalised institutionalisation. Your piece is a huge piece of this puzzle. Thank you.

    I will email you a piece I wrote on my experience.

    Love, Beauty and Light,
    Germaine Moolman

  25. Paul,

    Thank you so much for an incredible piece. It’s probably the best one of yours that I’ve read. It’s just brilliant. It gives all of us on the path hope that we too can grow through the worst traumas. Thank you for being in my world and in my life.


  26. Mr. Levy, I am truly inspired by your site and your life. I can’t imagine the horror you suffered in the mental hospital with those seemingly diabolic forces inside. I draw similarities between what you are descriping and the recent movie “Shutter Island,” which tells of the horrors of the 1950′s psychiatric community.

    I also draw conclusions to your experience from what I’ve read and the british documentary “The Trap: Whatever happened to our dream of Freedom.” In it R. D Laing, one of the psychological whistle blowers who renounced the psychological community,” talks about this loop that kees people stuck. The movie also describes the computerization of mental health in the 1980s.

    Finally, I would utilize “The Matrix,” as an example of an amazingly informed movie that tells the story of people in society. I feel like the 100 smith vs. neo scene tells the story of the contiual repressive forces that exist. Luckily I feel like Mr. Levy is the “Oracle,” inside the Matrix that keeps us sane and helps us to beome more awake ourselves.

    Thanks for another great article

  27. It is like u are guilty before proven innosent and thrown in mental institution which is perhaps worse than thrown in jail.
    This is a crime not to be heard. We are in a fake world and psycologist wear a mask to protect their profession without integrity!

  28. hi everyone, I’m enclosing an email that just came in from one of my closest friends, someone who both knows all about what happened with my father, as well as being someone who was really close to me during the times I was hospitalized.

    Hi Paul,

    I really enjoyed this article. In the last sentence, you said that psychiatry “very nearly killed” you, which reminded me of what your father used to say (“you’re killing me”) whenever you tried to express yourself and become your own person.

    It occurs to me that in the same sense that psychiatry was killing you by denying the validity of your world view, you were killing your father, by revealing the secret of his abusive and sick nature, thereby threatening the fragile protection he had constructed for himself in order to conceal what he truly was. He was too fragile to handle the truth, so by bringing that into the light, in a sense you really were killing him.

    Come to think of it, by insisting on the validity of your experience, you were also killing the western world view as represented by psychiatry. Psychiatry fought back in the same way your father did – using its greater power and attempting to destroy you in order to protect itself. When you take away its power and grandeur, you can see it as just another organism defending itself against a threat.


  29. Thank you for your incredible articulation of your experiences and work. Your site was recommended to me by a client recovering from “bi-polar disorder” with whom I have been working using a karmic release process. In my late twenties, I sensed a connection with the shamanic initiation just before heading off to study music therapy. Your perceptions are helpful to me regarding several people I have known and clients with autism, as well. It was someone diagnosed with schizophrenia who, back in my early twenties, suggested to my sister that I could help him, and he was sorry I didn’t live closer. I was puzzled by that, but now I understand. Thanks again, and Namaste.

  30. yeah so much of what you talk about here resonates with me. It has been so crazy making, like a big spider web of manipulation to untangle from. It’s enough to make you think sometimes you are crazy.

  31. Paul, I’ve been thru something similar. My own process began around 6 years ago and was connected to a calling that I have felt regarding my wanting to understand the inner workings of the power structures in this world of darkness and duality. Still working it all out. . Maybe we can talk more sometime about it.

  32. I have been reading everything you write for Reality Sandwich and especially resonate with your essays on Jung. I have read Jung with some clarity but reading your essays explaining Jung are greatly clarifying.
    Thank you for sharing your story. I was riveted and I hope that you are writing it in memoir form. I had a final K-awakening last year. I say final because, as I write my memoir ‘Reflecting Absence,’ I realize I have been somewhat awakened most of my life.
    Now I’m going to read your book!

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