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We Are All Shamans-in-Training

Paul Levy

 

In 1981 I spontaneously went into such an ecstatic state that I was hospitalized by what I call the "anti-bliss patrol." The authorities had become alerted because I was simply unable to restrain my enthusiasm at the "good news" that was beginning to reveal itself to me about the nature of reality. Stepping out of my usual way of trying to control my experience, during that next year I was thrown in mental hospitals a number of times and (mis)diagnosed as having manic-depressive (bi-polar) illness. I was told that I had a chemical imbalance and would have to go on medication and learn to live with my "illness" for the rest of my life. Little did the doctors realize that although my experience looked like a typical nervous breakdown, I had actually gotten "drafted" into a deeper psycho-spiritual process of an entirely different order - a spiritual awakening/shamanic initiation - that was blowing my mind as it was simultaneously revealing it.

My inner process had spilled outside of my skull and just like a dream was synchronistically expressing itself through events in the seemingly outer world. I found myself in a meaning-filled and enchanted universe; the world had become animated by spirit, as if it was a living oracle, a continually unfolding revelation that was speaking symbolically. It became glaringly apparent to me that there was an intimate correlation and synchronistic correspondence between what was going on in the internal landscape of my psyche and the seemingly outer world. The boundary between inner and outer was dissolving. It was as if something deep inside of me was expressing itself through the medium of the outside world, and was able to extend itself into the outside world and configure events so as to in-form and give shape to itself.

According to consensus reality, I was "certifiable," and I was in full agreement, in that I had certifiably stepped out of my self-entrancing, self-limiting, and self-binding conceptual, cognitive mind into a much more expansive "space." As if snapping out of a trance, I found myself not out of my mind, in the sense that I was crazy, but rather, inside of my mind, which was now discovered to be everywhere, in that I was beginning to realize that I was dreaming.

My parents bought into the psychiatrist's diagnosis that their only child had a mental illness, as in my parents' world doctors were genuine authority figures who knew what they were talking about. In the words of the late psychiatrist R. D. Laing, "Attempts to wake before our time are often punished, especially by those who love us most. Because they, bless them, are asleep. They think anyone who wakes up, or who, still asleep, realizes that what is taken to be real is a 'dream' is going crazy." Tragically, with the support and blessing of the psychiatric community, both of my parents passed away convinced that their son was crazy.

When we begin to spiritually awaken, our personality structure and sense of who we are can melt down and dis-integrate, as our inner "constitution" is being rewritten. This process can convincingly appear to others as if we are having a nervous breakdown or a psychotic break.

Stepping out of my normal, conditioned, repressed and domesticated self as if breaking out of a prison, I felt on the cutting edge of the big bang itself. It was as if I was becoming attuned to and a receptive vehicle for a deeper, more authentic, less self-conscious and much more unfettered, creative and ecstatic part of myself to freely in-form my experience and give shape to itself. My experience was so mind-blowing that I had trouble "keeping it together," particularly because previous to the hospitalizations I wasn't in a safe container but was unrestrained, out in a world that did not understand the value of such experiences. My situation was actually quite dangerous, as during the beginning stages of my awakening I was not able to mediate and channel the transpersonal energies that were activated within me in a way that was acceptable to the culture at large.

The dissolution and breakdown of the old structures of the psyche can become a breakthrough, however, depending on how it is contained and related to by the surrounding community and unfolded. The dis-integration can be the beginning of a coming together at a more coherent, and unified level of consciousness.

Our species and its civilization are currently in the throes of a collective (nervous) breakdown. If what we, as a species, are doing to ourselves (destroying the biosphere, the very life-support system of the planet, to use one example) isn't collective madness, then what in the world is? Our underlying institutionalized and incorporated structures that are helping to keep us asleep are breaking down and coming apart. Just as with an individual's psyche, only writ large en masse on the world stage, we are going through a collective shamanic initiation process, a genuine "death/rebirth" experience. The false, illusory separate self, which experiences ourselves as alien from one another is "dying" as the fundamental framework by which we relate to each other and the world, as we incarnate and give "birth" to a truer sense of who we are, realizing our deep interconnection and interdependence with each other and all living beings.

The shamanic personality is very sensitive to the unconscious, both in itself and in others. Shamans have very permeable boundaries between their conscious mind and the unconscious, as if they've created a bridge which allows contents between the two to easily pass through and intermingle with and reciprocally co-inform each other. The shaman's collaborative, creative interplay between the conscious and unconscious creates a synthesis, which is a "third thing," a new birth, a further evolution in the incarnation of a more all-embracing, integrated and expansive consciousness.

The figure of the shaman is related to both the figures of the artist (see my article "The Artist as Healer of the World") and the wounded healer - (see my article "The Wounded Healer," Part 1 and Part 2). The archetypal figure of the shaman is the primordial medicine person and carrier of healing. Shamans (arche)typically take the illness that is in the community into themselves and literally becomes sick, as if they have "caught" the disease of those they are trying to heal. This process can become animated through the choice of a seasoned shaman, or it can happen spontaneously and unintentionally in a budding shaman who is unusually sensitive to the underlying contradictions and spiritual illness that pervade the social and cultural fabric which connects us and in which we are embedded. A fully cooked shaman, in internalizing the illness in the field, allows the sickness to fluidly move through him or herself without getting stuck, which is the mark that distinguishes an accomplished shaman from a novice.

By embracing, assimilating, and metabolizing what has gotten triggered in them, however, shamans are able to heal themselves and in so doing non-locally send healing to the whole "community." In our current moment in time, as interdependent members of an ever-more interconnected global village, our "community" is the entire planet. The shaman is operating in the realm of the collective unconscious, a "no-place" where information travels in "no-time," faster than the speed of light. There is no part of the universe that is separate from the whole, which is to say that a change in any part of the universe is resonantly registered in no time whatsoever throughout the whole universe. Though the healing effects of the shaman's process manifests "over time," the shaman's self-healing, transcending the seeming limitations of space and time, instantaneously insinuates its in-form-ation and informing influence faster than the twinkling of an eye throughout the entire universe in ways that can only be imagined.

 

Our Mental Health System is Crazy-Making 

I tried telling the doctors that I wasn't manic-depressive, but rather was having a shamanic initiation and spiritual awakening (as this couldn't have been more obvious to me); but this only confirmed their diagnosis in a diabolically self-perpetuating feedback loop. In essence, the more I authentically expressed my experience, the more I was convincing the doctors that I was crazy. It was like I had stepped through the looking glass and found myself in a dimension of existence that was truly bewitched, as if I had entered a domain that felt, qualitatively speaking, under a curse of black magicians. It felt like I had shamanically journeyed into the underworld and wound up in some sort of weird, perverse hell realm where reality was inverted in a way that was get-me-out-of-here crazy. Little did I realize at the time, however, that this was all part of the deeper awakening process through which I was going.

What the psychiatrists were doing was truly maddening. By myopically seeing people's behavior as being pathological, the psychiatrists literally drew out the pathology in the person, which only further confirmed to them the correctness of their diagnosis in a self-fulfilling prophecy, as if they were both under a spell and casting one at the same time. To again quote Laing, "Anyone in this transitional state is likely to be confused. To indicate that this confusion is a sign of illness is a quick way to create psychosis. . . . A psychiatrist who professes to be a healer of souls, but who keeps people asleep, treats them for waking up and drugs them asleep again . . . helps to drive them crazy."

To the extent that they are projecting their own madness outside of themselves, the psychiatrists are unknowingly complicit in evoking the very madness they are hoping to cure, which is nothing other than an expression of the psychiatrists' madness. Representative authorities of "the academy," the doctors were reflecting the madness that has become normalized, institutionalized, imprinted, and incorporated throughout our modern world. The doctor's madness was the personalized signature of our collective madness.

 

Trauma as a Path to Awakening

I tried to explain to the psychiatrists that I was sick, but just not in the way they were imagining. I had a creative, psychological illness, which is to say that my seeming madness was an expression of my creative self, alchemically transforming an underlying perturbance in the field of consciousness so as to heal itself. I wasn't manic-depressive; rather, I was "perturbed," in that my "emotions" were "disturbed" due to being the recipient of over-the-top abuse at the hands of a desperately sick, sociopathic father. I was suffering from a shamanic illness, as I was in trauma from the malevolent, mind-numbing abuse to which he had introduced me. My shock was due to the transmission I had received from my father, who by unwittingly and compulsively acting out his unresolved abuse, connected me as a link in a chain to an unbroken lineage of violence and abuse extending far back in time and throughout space. Like countless other recipients of abuse, I had been directly introduced to the dark side.

Shattered by the experience, it was as if I had become broken. Dropping down into the darkness of the unconscious underworld, a part of me had died. Imprinted by the trauma, I would never be the same, as from that moment on the trauma had altered and reconfigured both my psyche and my destiny, simultaneously severing and initiating a connection to a deeper part of myself.

Trauma is a normal, healthy response to an insane and intolerable situation. If we put too much pressure on a bone and the bone breaks, the bone is not pathological. Paradoxically, trauma is a form of madness which is an expression of sanity. "Shock" is our healthy response to experiencing an event that is awe-full. The shamanic archetype becomes catalyzed in us by a severe emotional and spiritual crisis, oftentimes organically growing out of unresolved abuse issues from childhood - this was certainly true for me.

There is an intimate correlation between being traumatized, abused, and wounded, and having a shamanic initiation/spiritual awakening. Trauma is an experience that is overwhelming to the ego, in that it can't be assimilated by the ego in the typical way. The trauma initiates and catalyzes the deeper process of the archetype of the shaman to begin to form-ulate and crystallize itself in the unconscious of the future shaman. This precipitates a deeper part of the psyche to become mobilized, as the shaman journeys deep inside himself, flying on the wings of his creative imagination to address and become acquainted with what has gotten activated within.

The shaman's descent into the darkness can be agonizing, a veritable crucifixion. Part of the (arche)typical shamanic experience is to become dis-membered, which is a cooking and smelting of psychic contents that have become rigidified, ossified, and have outlived their usefulness. To quote Jung, "The shaman's experience of sickness, torture, death and regeneration implies, at a higher level, the idea of being made whole through sacrifice, of being changed by transubstantiation and exalted to the pneumatic man - in a word, apotheosis (elevated from an ordinary person to a 'God')." The goal of the shaman's death and dismemberment experience is to "re-member" themselves, which like true soul retrieval, brings all of their dissociated parts back together into a more integrated synthesis.

 

Trauma On Steriods

An accomplished shaman, which I certainly am not, allows himself to be "dreamed up" by whatever the situation in the field requires so as to help the field to get back into balance and harmonize. Accomplished shamans have developed a "container," both within themselves and in the seemingly outer world around them, in which to process what has become animated within them.

I certainly hadn't developed this container when I was committed, as I was a novice, and quite young (in my mid-twenties). By being so out of control and over-the-top enthusiastic ("en theos" means to be filled with spirit) about what was being revealed to me, I had let go of control and was unwittingly expressing and giving shape to the spirit of madness which was non-locally enfolded throughout the greater field of consciousness, which is to say inside of all of us. I had a ways to go, however, to learn how to integrate, contain and more skillfully and artfully express what I was realizing so as to not freak people out so much.

Because they allow themselves to be dreamed up by the field, accomplished shamans can embody and incarnate in crystallized form the unconscious madness in the field so that it becomes clarified and brought into consciousness. A shaman can reflect back the madness to the madness itself by taking over the madness and allowing herself to creatively express it such that it is revealed in a new light. From the point of view of the collective madness in the field, when twould-be shamans act out the madness that is in the field, they are seen by the collective as being the ones who are mad. This is a potentially dangerous situation when the collective madness controls the levers of power, whether in the psychiatric system or our current administration (please see the first chapter in my book, "The Madness of George W. Bush: A Reflection of our Collective Psychosis").

Being "institutionalized," I had fallen into a situation where the psychiatric community had power over me. They were in a position to unconsciously enact the "will to power" of the archetypal shadow through their own unconscious, unresolved power issues, with me as one of their guinea pigs. Being unaccomplished in shamanism and very vulnerable, I was eaten alive by the darker forces that I had unwittingly evoked in the psychiatric community.

For example, once my lucidity was violently shut down, I began feeling depressed, which was a "normal" thing to feel under such horrible circumstances. My feeling depressed inspired the psychiatrists, however, to solidify their diagnosis of me as manic-depressive, and they then prescribed an anti-depressant to "help" my depression, adding to the anti-psychotic and lithium they already had me on. It was as if I had re-created my family-of-origin trauma, only this time on steroids. Enacting a timeless, mythical process, I had gotten swallowed up by the darkness, and my task was to transform the darkness from within the darkness itself.

The experience was so traumatic that after my last hospitalization, in 1982, I couldn't work for a year and had to go on disability and live with my parents, the original agents of my traumatization. I was living a nightmare. After the "care" of the mental health system, I had become truly "sick." My illness was like a particularized, acute "break-out" of an underlying, more fundamental systemic illness, which pervaded both my family system as well as the field of consciousness itself. I had become the "identified patient," the scapegoat who was carrying the family's, and now the mental health community's projected, unconscious shadow and madness.

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/shamanic initiation; fortunately I never lost sight of this, even during the darkest of times, which allowed me to trust the process through which I was going.

I was one of the lucky ones, as I was able to extricate myself from the stone-age horrors of the mental health (sic) community as soon as I was able. Tragically, many others are not as fortunate, and their potential spiritual awakening/shamanic initiation process becomes aborted as they become bound and captive to the psychiatric establishment. T

The psychiatric system and the pharmaceutical companies (Big Pharma) are co-dependently intertwined with each other in a genuinely pathological, mutually profitable, and crazy-making relationship. This is not to say that there aren't many good, well-meaning people who work in the psychiatric system, only to point out that the underlying system has become corrupted. In essence, the sick part of the psychiatric system/Big Pharma is in the business of "making crazies" so as to support its pathology, which is to be guilty of genuine "mal-practice." To people who have fallen into the black hole and become caught in the double-bind of the psychiatric/Big Pharma "field-of-force," it is a very dangerous situation, as if an insect had gotten too entangled in a spider's web to extricate itself. I was lucky to escape with my sanity intact.

Fortunately, soon after getting out of the last hospital I began meeting my spiritual teachers, some of the greatest living Buddhist masters from Tibet and Burma, who, unlike the psychiatrists, helped to evoke the healthy part of me. When I described to them what I was subjectively experiencing, instead of being pathologized, they reflected back to me that I was beginning to remember what in Buddhism is called our "true nature." In finding my teachers, I had dreamed up the part of me that was seeing and relating to the part of me that WAS awakening. Having someone else bear witness and reflect back the healthy part of me created a bridge that helped me to see it, too. It was as if my teachers became engaged with me in an intimate relationship that helped me to not get stuck in the trauma of it all, to not get caught in being "sick." By simply relating to the healthy part of me, which was an expression of their own level of health and wholeness, they helped me to step into and incarnate the part of me that was well. My teachers and I had instinctively created a supportive, nourishing container between us which cultivated healing. As if figures in a fairy tale, they had gotten dreamed up to help me learn how to "dis-spell" and transmute the darker forces with which I had been wrestling.

 

The Psychiartrists Are the Crazy Part of Myself

The would-be shaman has to pass through the experience of madness without getting stuck in it. In the experience of madness shamans descend into the underworld of the unconscious, where they have to come to terms with the darker parts of their being. My confrontation with the psychiatric community was a projection into real time and space of a darker part of me that "pathologizes" myself, as if my inner process was playing itself out in the seemingly outer world. Like "dream characters," the "pathologizing psychiatrists" were the part of me that I had dreamed up into materialization who judged me and saw me as "sick," who thought there was something wrong with me that needed to be fixed.

Seeing the psychiatrists as characters in my dream, which is to say embodied reflections of aspects of myself, is to recognize these animated, living figures existing within myself as aspects of my mind. Recognizing that the psychiatrists were symbolically re-presenting, in full-bodied form, the part of me that both pathologizes and is pathological helps me to see my own complicity in my experience with them, and to step out of feeling victimized by the psychiatrists and blaming them. Recognizing the psychiatrists as a part of myself enables me to forgive them, as well as myself.

Not only was the boundary dissolving between inner and outer, and between dreaming and waking, but the boundary was dissolving between self and other. I became aware that in the most deeply fundamental way I did not exist separately, in isolation from the psychiatrists, but rather in co-relation with them. Being each other's dream characters, we were both reciprocally "dreaming each other up" to pick up and play out roles in each other's unconscious process. We were interconnected parts of one another, intimately bound together in destiny. We did not exist "apart" from each other, but were "a part" of a greater, unified and unifying being that was becoming revealed through our interplay.

With the psychiatrists, I had synchronistically dreamed up a novel form of the very essence of the abuse which precipitated my awakening in the first place. Something was being revealed to me, however, through the analogous reiteration of my inner process fractally explicating itself in multiple arenas of my life, be it with my family or the psychiatric community. What was this recurring pattern, like a recurring dream, an expression of inside of me?

The psychiatrists were acting out an unconscious shadow aspect of the human psyche that projects itself outside of itself to avoid relationship with itself. Projecting the shadow is a universal, archetypal dynamic that exists deep within the collective unconscious of humanity. This unconscious dynamic of projecting the shadow is a pattern which is playing out in all of our lives, both inwardly and outwardly in relationship with others, in a multiplicity of guises. To the extent the doctors reflex-ively and non-negotiably refused to self-reflect and insisted on projecting out their shadow was the degree to which they were abusing their position of power and rank simply because they could, which is a morally indefensible act. By projecting the shadow outside of themselves and then being in denial about doing this, the psychiatrists became possessed by the very shadow they were projecting. They then unconsciously and destructively acted out the shadow in a self-reinforcing, crazy-making ritual - a genuine abuse drama - which created "dis-ease" for everyone concerned.

To the extent that the psychiatrists were not in conscious relationship with their own madness, it was as though they had entranced themselves into thinking that the madness they were projecting outside of themselves was "objectively" true, located in their patients, since in their patients' illnesses they had all the evidence they needed to prove the correctness of their diagnosis. By projecting the shadow, the psychiatrists were unwittingly creating a self-fulfilling prophecy which perfectly served to hide from them their role in helping to create the very situation they imagined was outside of themselves. The insanity of what the psychiatric system was unconsciously playing out was itself a crystallization of the more fundamental pathology that pervades the underlying field of human consciousness. Through my interaction with the mental health community, the mental health, or lack thereof, of our human community was revealing itself for all who have eyes to see.

In seeing the deeper, unconscious shadow that was animating the psychiatrist's behavior, I recognized it as a process I know all too well. Seeing it out there as embodied by the psychiatrists helped me to see by reflection this same abusive behavior of projecting my own shadow outside of myself in myself. If this is a dream, I was dreaming up the psychiatrists to play out this unconscious part of me so that I could see and potentially integrate this asleep, crazy-making, abusive, and mad part of myself.


We Are All Natural Born Shamans

The shamanic archetype is one of the major processes that is becoming animated in the collective psyche of our species. We'd have to be truly "disturbed" if our emotions aren't disturbed by what is playing out currently in our world. And yet, the darkness is a "disturber of the peace" in order to (potentially) create a higher-order integration of the psyche and its contents. Just as dreams are the unconscious' way of balancing a one-sidedness in an individual's psyche, the shamanic archetype is the dynamically evolving pattern of healing that is being constellated in the collective unconscious as a compensatory response to the trauma that is playing itself out on the world stage.

We are truly a species in trauma. Traumatized, we traumatize each other as we re-traumatize ourselves, collaboratively re-enacting the repetition compulsion of the traumatized soul on the world stage. Seized by something greater than ourselves, we are possessed by our compulsion to re-create our trauma, as we perform a holy liturgy en masse, structuring and ritualizing our experience as a way of potentially transforming it. And just like trauma, where the re-solution is hidden in encoded form in the very pathology, we are collectively re-creating our trauma in the world theater as if we are participating in a sacred mass in the holiest of temples, so as to potentially awaken ourselves. The madness of trauma is its own revelation, and how it manifests depends upon whether or not we recognize what is being revealed to us through what we are compulsively and unconsciously acting out as history.

Having the shamanic archetype activated in the collective unconscious means that we can re-contextualize our problems, our trauma, and our own madness. It's been very helpful for me as I continually deepen my own healing to remember that my experience of trauma in myself is simultaneously a microcosmic, personalized fractal reflecting the greater trauma resonating throughout the collective field. This realization allows me to not personalize the moment of feeling the trauma, or concretize myself as being traumatized, but allows me to give myself over to and embrace my experience.

We all have a part of us that is mad to the extent that we are not fully awake, and who among us can truly claim this degree of enlightenment? Thinking that we are not mad is an expression of our madness. How can we not have a mad part of us, as we are not separate from the world, which has clearly gone mad? (see my article "Diagnosis: Psychic Epidemic"). The world's madness is a reflection of our own; we have all collaboratively dreamed up the world's madness. Instead of pathologizing ourselves because of our madness, which is a mad thing to do, we can embrace and own it but not identify with it nor judge it. In a truly radical act, we can interpret our madness in a way that is sane.

Recognizing that we are picking up the madness that is in the field which resonates with, is an expression of, and constellates the madness within ourselves, is to step out of personalizing our experience, and step into the point of view of identifying ourselves as would-be shamans. We then can envision ourselves from this more expansive point of view to have, like a shaman, the intention to take into ourselves the madness in the field, which ultimately is our own madness, so as to creatively assimilate it into our wholeness in our own unique manner as a way to help serve the field. Recognizing the part of us that is a natural-born shaman is the very act that calls forth and manifests, as if by magic, the part of us that truly IS a shaman.

Recognizing that the madness within us is both ours while simultaneously being an expression of the field is to snap out of our self-limiting and self-alienating identity of being separate from the universe. Instead, we can recognize our deep intimacy with the universe, which is to say ourselves. This very recognition allows us to embrace our mad part as an aspect of our vast wholeness, our monstrous totality, thereby snapping us out of the infinite regression and self-generating feedback loop of acting out our madness as an unconscious reaction against looking at our madness. Crazy as it seems, embracing our madness is the very act which helps to actualize and make real our basic sanity. Compassion spontaneously arises as both a cause and effect of this realization.

We are being invited by the universe to step into our shamanic "garments" and consciously participate in our own evolution. Instead of our ritual implements being drums and rattles, however, as "modern-day shamans" our accessories might be something like the keyboard of a computer or the tools of multi-media, as we work to inspire change in the underlying consciousness of the field by a simple keystroke or the creative use of a video camera or website.

The formless bodhisattvic archetype of shaman/healer is thirsting for instruments to express and actualize itself in embodied form. Recognizing, and assenting, saying "Yes," to the deeper shamanic calling that is pulsating through our veins inspires us to breathe life into and incarnate the living figure of the shaman within us. Following our calling with religious devotion, we sacrifice ourselves as we offer ourselves in service to a power greater than ourselves. Co-operating with our deeper shamanic calling constellates the universe to support us in our endeavor, as the universe itself is the sponsor of our calling. Like shamans in training, we are each being called to connect with the spirit which animates our being, a process that can only take place within the psyche, mediated by the human heart and fueled by the power of love.

 

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solidify

Thank you for finding an experience, telling it and personally striking a strong cord with my own life journey. peace!

Thanks Paul.

I have been squawking to whomever would listen about the pharmacology companies using (as you put it) pathology to perpetuate their bottom line. As much as I thought I was losing it the last few years, I realized I am the sanest person I know and no one can tell me differently. Shamans we all are, I pray for everyone who gets caught in the machine. I have found that the only way this works is if the person having the "experiences" falls victim to someone (usually a mental health provider) telling them they are abnormal. Huh? From my perspective, everything is possible and only way I know it is possible is if I experience it. I realize that I need my connection to the Divine. I talk to it and it talks back not with words but with signs. I literally was losing it and then I realized, the universe is whatever I want it to be. This phenomena lies somewhere between negotiating the imagination with the pressure of understanding the material world. Reed

1981

must have been a powerful year cause that is when my transformative experience to awaken began also. I can also really identify with your experience and such words as...meltdown, disintegration and improper diagnosis like nervous breakdown, psychotic break, manic depressive and chemical imbalance and all forms of mental illness. My saving grace was basically my family who believed me when I told them that something was happening to how my mind worked and how I perceived life. They basically hid me from society, doctors, psychiatrists and hospitals and throughout it all I had only one hospital stay at the end and when the Psychiatrist arrived I played mute!!!! I never doubted my sanity...I was just shocked that the world had misinterpreted mind stuff into mental illness. Excellent article Paul and I will be sharing it with a friend who is just now awakening...I think it will give her strength!!
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Gnarls

"I re-member when...
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind,
There was somethin so pleasant about that place..."

Fantastic article. Thanks.

wanderlust

 

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Resonance...

I've been in the process of such a shamanistic death for the past three years since i've come to Boulder, Colorado. The gradual loss of my identity/sense of self has cast me into a galaxy-sized torrent of misnomia. It continues but having to coexist with two parallel slashes of a world, that being the world of "commercetopsoilliving" the other being "undersmearpsychicnewagevision". Who knows how long this process will last with Pluto having just entered my sun sign (Capricorn). All I know is that my life is an example of the barest alchemy. Taking me to all places and nowhere at once. Thanks for the sharing. Have printed this out.

Thank you!

This was a wonderful article! Keep sharing what you have walked... it helps the rest of us to know what pebbles are good to stand on...

The Mental Health System

Our Mental Health System is crazy making...what a powerful statement and I can only confirm it by telling you that after my transformative experience I approached the Mental Health Association about a particular concern. In a private meeting and behind closed doors I received a very stark and direct threat against my life which was followed up by 3 months of very frightening and terrifying situations. Crazy making is deadly serious business!

71 the year

my poet surfer buddy, had been the victim of electro shock therapy, he was a major pot head, it was his medicine, kept him sort of balanced, plus he had surfing.We would sit around reading and writing poetry, he would smoke a lot of grass.I had gotten my 4F finally one day, i walked out of the induction center on a cloud.They did not want a crazy person, i had a personality disorder, i could not tolerate authority, ect.At least i could read books and hang out, and go to poetry readings.And take some jr college classes, so i was reading a book about Crazy Horse.

I don't know what actually pushed me over the edge, but i felt like i was living in Crazy Horse's mind, i had a class on Mythology, and my english teacher brought this indian to speak to us into the class one evening, we sat on the floor and had candles, the indian's name was Crazy Eagle, he told a story about being shot by police, and his people fed him peyote buttons throughout the night, and he left his body and the spirits told him he was suppose to live, and teach people of his vision.

It all happened that night, after that i spun into some other realms.So many factors involved that revolved around my underground journey, my days and nights of going into this trance, feeling like i was transparent, it all became a blur.

Somehow i came out on the other side.It seemed that things were being communicated to me, about history, about the fate of man, about the people i read about, the books became like illuminated texts that blazed some path through my third eye.But why? was this the act of a desperate need to be initiated into the mysteries? Was i merely acting out Rimbaud's formula? to turn myself inside out? to totally disorganize all my senses? Apparently so, on some level i felt that i had done this before.Stuff i still can't quite put into english, but as this end object spins closer to some end date we all are part of it.

 

Desperation

CJ...it seems strange but it is like we must go where this world calls "crazy" to become wholly sane. It seems that seeing human agony tells us little until we go to the heart of pain ourselves and let it collapse in upon itself until we become empathy. It seems that civilizing is not an outside thing but an inner landscape of disorganized chaos which comes out the other side as a compassionate presence in life. It seems wholly and completely a mystery that those who study the human state seem to know nothing about there being another side to come out into.

The creation of the myth of mental illness goes down in history as the highest injustice committed against the people who search to live from the depths of their soul and the heights of their spirit. Its why you are a poet and a surrealist ponderer in life...it seems that is the way sensitivity attempts to live

i have broached this subject

from various directions, and views, there is a whole book here if i would continue from my first book, which was written about the beginning of the journey, via when the late 60's and my teenage years coinsided, as i was going to write about my life as a poet, but i realised i could write just about those two years 67 68, and that would by like my On The Road, or my Naked Lunch.

The only way i can relate all this is through the eyes of a writer/poet.Because that is how it all happened, at least starting with the part i just wrote about here, as i was not yet a poet or writer when i was a teenager, well i might have been as far as how i saw things but i had not yet tried to put it into words.I heard the words through the music.Through the words of Dylan and Donovan, Leonard Cohen, ect.

If i wrote the second part then all the elements would come together, all the parellels and side trips, all the graphic details, all the images that i followed into the underworlds, ect.

yes, i was desparate, i had the draft to deal with, that sorta road on top of all my experiences, beginning at 18 until i was 22.So my experiences were colored with that whole need to find a way out of that situation.So here we were the Vietnam war, so here we are now, more war, more planet screaming for justice and peace. 

Peaceful nature

I would dare to say that you just might be a person who could not compromise your inner nature...war instantly speaks of murder of a fellow human being...how could we have ever fallen for such terrible things as war, killing another, destroying the land and culture of other people, destroying the natural familiarity of a people in their daily lives...these are terrible things. You should be proud that your nature can have no affinity with such things and your spiritual growth grew from your struggle against these enforced atrocities in life.

when you object

to lies, when you connect the dots, when you know something is happening, but you are not sure about just what that is, but you know that you are being fed lies, because some part of your brain, tells it like it is.

this is proof that our brains are ment for a higher purpose. 

Our Heart is a Brain

Science and medicine has discovered this mystery! It is why in gestation the heart forms before the brain. You were so young when all these struggles began in your life and of course as a society there has always been this strange view that young men are not deeply sensitive which is a fallacy. Even considering at 18 that one's country desires you to kill for its honor and glory is tantamount to a tremendous inner battle with the power to make a young man sick. Normally 18 is a passionate search for life and love...not the anticipation of war, misery and death.

ok, at six i knew something, i did not know

i knew, but i knew, because i remembered,it stick in my mind, so even though i was watching all those war movies, i never forgot.At 12 Kennedy assassinated, my childhood basically ends, i see a movie called Bucket of Blood about Beatniks that is a spoof, but has a great poetry reading, with the line "who are jim jam jack joe, they aren't even born yet"Between 12 and 15 i become a teenager and realise my home life is dullsvile.I begin to medicate myself with beer, at 17 i take LSD and feel the bliss of beauty of love in consciousness.By 18 i have lived through music and lyrics of Dylan and psychedelic experience, i begin to read books, like Alan Watts 'The Taboo Against Knowing Who you Are' and Author Koestler's 'The Act of Creation'and i go to jr college and attempt to pick up on the education that i lost in highschool, except through my psychedelic experiences.And also i have to register for the military draft.Also i march in anti-war demonstrations.

At 19 and a half, i move to northern california, and think about my future, i read a lot of books, that are not part of my college classes, but some are, because my english teachers are hip,count down with the draft.I was looking for that love i felt in my first LSD trips, that beauty, and mind expansion.

The Wealthy Journey

CJ...you have described your own journey as things and situations that impressed shock, normal teen attempts to find, know and define self, normal teen experimentation, the cultivation of your mental environment, your personal search for truth, attempts to repair earlier stumbles, attempts to glimpse your future and the struggle to distance or remove oneself away from the more harsher realities of life.

What a rich journey you have been on! Society judges this journey as dysfunctional, impaired behavior and on paradigms of failure. Its a journey but mass cultured society sees life as a necessary determined script to be followed.

Those who walk to the beat of their own drum live with an exquisite sense of societal exclusiveness which creates fringe groups who become a part of the search for truth. It is all those who desire to live without blindfolds and blindness. A rich journey is an inner wealth of character, decency and genuine authenticity.

Your own journey has rewarded you! 

Really great article

I am member of MAPS, and recently have broached the subject of psychedelic healing and the mental illness myth model.

Ie., I am challenging some of the psychiatrists who use MAPS and believe in the bio-psychiatric model.

Because as I see it, now that in some places psychedelics are being allowed to be used in therapy, that if their use is kept in the box of the mental illness myth model then that itself is mindcontrol!

So it is great to read this article here, which shows just how dangerous that myth is , and that it doesn't compliment the trust needed in authentic psychedelic healing sessions, and spontaneous spiritual exploration and integration.

CARRY A BIG STICK

God speed to anyone who can use their passion to challenge the psychiatric field so others can know authentic healing in chaos is a necessary part of becoming wholly human
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We are not all "shamans"

Paul, I appreciate your writings on the whole.

I think you are being a bit naive in this post, though.

It is tempting to rationalise the state of the world into a "collective shamanic initiation" and "we are all shamans". This relieves the anxiety of NOT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING ON and provides a story by which to explain the truly desperate situation in a teleological manner.

The sort of "shamanism" i believe you are writing about requires the "shaman" to see through the smokescreens and perceive the essence of things. This isn't comfortable or necessarily rewarding.

The "shaman" is also required to let go of his/her urge to mentally control their perception of reality.

If we look at history we can see that "shamanic" individuals, those with the calling, have always been on the fringe of human communities. I argue that there has never been a case of "we are all shamans", and that this is not the case today or at any time.

It isn't easy to admit to oneself that one is different from most people and will never be able to fit in- that one is blessed and cursed with a life outside society.

If one has the calling but not the maturity to see that "we" are not all shamans AT ALL, one may have to learn that the hard way.

Most people are not born "shamans",  and do not become "shamans" in their lifetime. One cannot train to become a "shaman" if one isn't born to be one. Trauma does not make most people "shamans", it just cripples them.

This is something young "shamans" would do well to bear in mind when interacting with people to avoid getting seriously burned. If you have the calling you are a different kind.

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It belongs to Everyone!!!

Shamanism…

Are we all Shamans?  I know in the Christian faith they are all priests.  In the end the Scared Journey belongs to everyone.  When I read Paul’s article  I couldn’t help but think about my own journey.  I know it was a path laid before me before I truly recognized it for what it was.  Within the last several years I was being called constantly and placed into events that would lead me to believe also that I was insane.  Today I recognize it for what it is or was… the Spirit of the world leading me to a higher plan or plane that I would ever thought possible.   I look back now and recognize that through the insanity I was very sane.  I walked through the darkness and today I live my life knowing what the darkness is.  I have become a warrior for justice and peace.  I believe that the warrior aspect the greater part of me.  The shaman aspect is there but I don’t understand it as well as I do other parts of my spiritual beingness.  But today I am still being called into the darkness that demands action of a warrior.  The Spirit guides me through tragedy and triumph and an answer is always found in the end.  Once the call is given it will not let go until action is put into place.   My belief system through all I experienced was asked to adjust… I kept on denying it but then when I found myself totally abandoned and empty it made itself clear.  And today I begin to rise again… for today I was arrested… (I’ve been arrested before) but now I know the story will end like it should have several years ago.  The issue is not resolved and the Spirit has called me to resolve it or at least bring attention to it again.  I am not afraid.

If you don’t mind, I believe this would be a good time to tell a bit of my spiritual -- my Shamanic journey.  My father is French/Indian from the Abenaki tribe of upper Vermont and lower Quebec.   I come from a family of 13 in which I am number 12.   I was born on Christmas Day.  I was raised Catholic in Chicago Illinois, joined the Air Force, got married, had 4 children (One with a women prior to marriage), and joined the Cincinnati Fire Department (Last 15 years).  In March of 2001 I was asked to help promote a fight between the former Heavyweight Champ of the World, Greg Page, and a kid from Cincinnati named Dale Crowe.  During this time I was making prayer staffs and would decorate them with feathers say a good prayer and then just give them away in honor of my Indigenous roots.  I gave a staff to Dale Crowe with a Crowe feather attached to it and also a hair from the White Buffalo’s sire.  With it I prayed for victory for Dale.  I prayed for a knockout.

The night of the fight I prayed the rosary that nobody gets hurt.  That everyone just have a good time and that the place would be packed.  I remember Greg Page and the red words printed across his white boxing robe as he entered the ring,  “Knockout Power Of The Lord.”  I was asked to be ring announcer because I was the only promoter wearing a tie that evening.  I introduced the fighters and then yelled into the microphone, “Let’s Rumble!”   At that moment something deep inside me asked me why I was doing this -- Promoting violence to the world -- telling the world itself to rumble not just those fighters in the ring.   The fight lasted ten rounds and in the last fifteen seconds of the fight Dale Crowe caught the former heavyweight Champ of the world Greg Page with a short left and sent Page to the canvass.  The final bell rang as the referee yelled “knockout!”

Greg Page was carried away on a stretcher that evening.  His brain swelled that they had to pop his skull.  At first we all thought he was going to die.  Augments started to brew and lawsuits began to fly.  In the midst of this, because of all the pressure, I wished Greg Page dead.  I didn’t know I had it in me to wish someone dead but there it was laid before me.  The darkness I had to walk through it.  This at the time I didn’t know but soon the darkness would find me time and again for just a month later those words of Lets Rumble exploded with the Cincinnati Riots in the neighborhood that I was stationed at as a firefighter.  And it is then I began walking the streets.  I did everything I could for peace and calm to regain a foothold.  I began to reach out to those in need… mostly victims of violence.  I became well known to the leaders of the community – some liked my rough style and others did not.

Let me tell you a story about the children of Cincinnati… One day I found a dead owl, it was almost as if it was placed there for me.  I pulled five feathers from it’s tail and made five prayer feathers.  I handed the five feathers out to some people one day -- mostly community leaders.  (For some reason I can’t remember who the fifth person is that received a feather.)  The next day while on the job as a firefighter we made a run on a shooting victim.  It was a windy and mild afternoon during spring break.  Children were gathered around the shooting victim who was wearing a winter’s coat.  My fellow roughneck pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the man’s coat open to see where he was shot.  The man’s winter coat was filled with down,  a strong wind blew our way and scattered the down feathers through the air.  It looked like a snowstorm throughout the neighborhood.  And as I looked back, and as the man died in my arms, I noticed the children that were running around and smiling now catching the feathers.  Their eyes and energy focused on joy… not harm or tragedy.

Art and poetry soon became a great part of my life.  I kept going deeper and deeper to wherever the spirit was leading me.  My family was breaking apart.  I trying to save everything and everyone.  I was trying to bring truth as I knew it to the fore.  I was trying to show others how beautiful they really were.  I was taking the hits and sucking it up while hoping they would do the right things.  I walked through all the shit that could be thrown my way.  I searched for love in every way I felt called to go.  I fought hard to do the will of the Spirit and yes many times I felt I was the one insane.  It was hell at times but it was mystical and filled with hope.  How many people in the world can say they talked about peace and war with the President of the United States.

On September 14th, 2007 I died.  My heart stopped beating but I was shocked back to life.  After this I was divorced and started questioning my sacred journey.  I had to acknowledge the Trickster.  I just couldn’t deny the power of this deity.  It was because of a key that I kept thinking of the Trickster...  That key had an answer for me which I was trying to deny.  You see one day I bought a ring and placed it on my finger.  It was  
Kokopelli playing his flute.  At the time, I was a Sunday doorman at a church.  I opened the door every Sunday for everyone with that ring on my finger.  Within the month that I placed that ring on my finger a parishioner was shot and killed walking into his front door at home.  It was a high profile murder as his wife was a Board Member of the Cincinnati School System.  The killer left something behind.  He left a set of keys on a Kokopelli key ring.  I gave my priest the ring.  I was worried and scared about this Trickster.  I couldn’t understand any of it.  Anyway, because of the Kokopelli key chain the police found the killer by going to every door in the neighborhood and seeing if it fit.  I had to come to recognize the Trickster and I now do without fear.  He is a part of the Spirit that we call life.

Today I was arrested.  My son had gotten suspended last week for something he didn’t do.  I caught one administrator in a lie and called him a liar.  At that moment the meeting ended and I said fuck you to the principle and then called her a name.  You see this is a school in the Forest Hills School District where I have fought to remove the name Redskin from their mascot.  In the past I have fought against this name with the Indigenous people of America.  The school system refuses to change it against wishes of the Indigenous.  I feel they target my son now and all trust has broken down.  Maybe this is the catalyst for the change that was supposed to happen years ago.  The Shamanic journey never ends… hopefully there will be resolution or at the least there will be awareness again that using the name Redskin is not something we should teach the children that we are called to educate.  If the school system is allowed to call a race of people names then so will others.  You know it’s weird that this happened on the day after the Obama speech on race relations… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzgVy6Mj2Bw  I am not insane.

Anyway, Paul, your article was a good read… I understood every last word.  Wish me luck as I go to court April 9th.

Today is part of forever.

THE HUMAN STORY

Peter...your story is deeply moving and expressed so honestly you brought tears to my eyes. Others humble us and the truth of the journey touches the heart. Bless you and may your faith be strong as you stand in court! Fear nothing and conquer your world!

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I tend to agree

I just posted a response to Paul, along similar lines to your comment.

Glad I'm not alone on this understanding.

Thx, and TC4N and all-ways.

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mass culture

Paul Levy wrote:

Seized by something greater than ourselves, we are possessed by our compulsion to re-create our trauma, as we perform a holy liturgy en masse, structuring and ritualizing our experience as a way of potentially transforming it.

Perhaps some confusion between religion and "shamanism" there. (I use quotes as the word has become a lame cliché).

Just because something is good it doesn't mean it'll get better by doing it "en masse". Quite the opposite, as history shows.

 

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Thank You!

I disagree that we are all shamans and this use of the term is degrading a sacred role that select people have played in cultures around the globe. I don't think we all have the capacity to deal with the powers that working with shamanism can expose one to. It is irresponsible to suggest that everyone open themselves to this realm without the proper grounding or tools. Perhaps what this article is referring to is household shamanism or practical shamanism where using one's intuition is a shamanic skill, but does not call in dark or greater forces than one is prepared to deal with as would happen with deep shamanism. Let's remember that language is a powerful tool and reality should be played in responsibly.

Suggestions?

Jennifer...I don't think this is about suggestion being responsibility or irresponsibility. Nobody ever suggested I open myself to the shamanic realm...it just seemed to happen and become a part of the natural course of my life. I had no prior ancient wisdom, would not say I was particularly grounded in the physical at that point and I certainly had no tools to use when meeting and tangling with shamanic powers and forces. It was not about having the capacity to deal with the forces, it was strangely enough struggling to carve out enough  inner character, morality and ethics while tangling with these forces as I struggled to survive the unknown.

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God is Boundless

God is boundless – Next time you have a great experience realize that this? This is God! Then when you have a bad experience realize Ahhhaaaa! This too is God. Then just keep doing that until the popcorn finishes popping and then eat some fucking corn!!!

this post reminds me of the "you people" post

on another blog on RealitySandwich, almost the same vibe! but with a "fucking" in it.

Great article

Paul, very fine article, thanks. I had my breakdown/thru in '71, went thru the mainstream methods where they gave me terrifying drugs (melleril, etc.) and soon realised I had to sort it out myself. I studied 'energies' in the many forms available over the years (acupuncture, martial arts, bodywork, energy psychology, etc.) and kept moving through the wormhole... Not out yet! But certainly enough to write an essay saying basically 'We are all shamans'! Similar to yours, if not as well expressed. Have a look at it on my site at http://www.energy-body-work.com/index_files/shaman.htm And thanks again, I wish you all the best.

So IS Yours

I just read your story, and it is really powerful.

I like how you say how the usual shamanic process is the descent into the underworld where one surrenders to primal energies

Contrast that with the patriarchal 'hero', in patriarchal myth, who storms into the underworld to conquer, sever heads, and so on!

So clue!

The death cult in charge of this world, with its skull and bones symbol; it really FEARS surrender --the sense of loss of control. And we can thus see this demonic urge TO control, don't we?

Fear of losing control creates neurotic compulsion to control even when these is completely self destructive, and for all others.

So we can see this collective sickness in desperate need of this insight and experience destroying Earth, can't we?

'By embracing, assimilating,

'By embracing, assimilating, and metabolizing what has gotten triggered in them, however, shamans are able to heal themselves and in so doing non-locally send healing to the whole "community."' I like this idea very much, I was just reading about healing in the context of 'The Law Of One' it said - 'HEALING OCCURS WHEN A MIND/BODY/SPIRIT COMPLEX REALIZES DEEP WITHIN ITSELF, THE LAW OF ONE; THAT IS, THAT THERE IS NO DISHARMONY, NO IMPERFECTION; THAT ALL IS COMPLETE AND WHOLE AND PERFECT.' 'Each thought has an opposite. Identify both those things which you approve and those which you disapprove within yourself and then balancing each and every positive and negative charge with its equal' 'Accept the completeness within your consciousness. It is not for a being of polarity in the physical consciousness to pick and choose among attributes, thus building the roles that cause blockages and confusions in the already distorted mind complex. Each acceptance smoothes part of the many distortions that the faculty you call judgment engenders.' http://www.divinecosmos.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=12...
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Thanks Paul

I like this article a lot!! It is a difficult topic, and not readily explained, nor always correct to all and sundry. So, for me well-done. Though I do have 1 reservation ... not all are "shamans" or such-like, and it is incorrect and irresponsible to encourage the "dise-eased and corrupted" to believe they are more than what they are. Discernment would be a gift a genuine "shaman" has, that is reliable and congruent, more often than not ... most of the "pretenders" I met, still rely on the News broadcast to know what they should do next!! There are many other skills-gifts-indicative character traits and behaviours that make-up the qualifications and authenticity of "shaman", or people of "high-esteem" ... but we'll leave all that for now. S.A.F.E. journey-in' friend ...

food for thought

what an interesting read. I fear that reading the rest of the comments however I may be alone in my reactions. I would never want to discredit anyone's experiences, nor would I be so arogant as to assume i know any better. the mind is a curious thing, and who knows what it is capable of. i've often spoken to people about theories concerning the mental health profession. One thing is for sure, I don't doubt their intentions: to help people. Whenever I read critical accounts of the mental health profession as a whole it makes me feel sad that people can just dismiss the work they do.

I approach the whole bi-polar issue from a horribly 'on the fence' position. My brother has had four serious 'episodes', and last year I had my first. until i experienced it i held the firm belief that it was purely an illness - something was wrong that needed treating. and if you'd seen my brother you would understand. the fantasy wasn't about what he was feeling. the fantasy was concerning others. He was going to marry this girl (categorically un-true), and he became obsessed with james bond. he became violent towards me and my family. now I challenge anyone to explain to me how that is a healthy, spiritual awakening.

and then i have an episode. triggered by a week of feeling stressed and then having accupuncture. how did i feel? amazing, euphoric, powerful, alive. as if i'd been asleep and suddenly i was woken up. i uncovered many of the reasons i'd been depressed for the last few years. i could even change the weather. i don't want to bore you with all the details but unlike my brother i didn't end up in hospital, nor did i recieve any medication. my family listened to what i had to say and didn't judge me. after 3 weeks of feeling so amazing, but so incredibly alone, my mind eventually started to calm down and i managed to get straight back into my studies, having only missed the first few weeks. i since suffered mild depression but have this feeling that i've lost something.

so what the fuck happened to me? what happened to my brother? i can sympathize with so much of what has been written in this article. but i have witnessed this from the other side. and all i know is that whatever went on with my brother, it definately wasn't all healthy. over christmas he became ill again. and violent. so my question to anyone reading this is how does this negative side of these experiences fit within the shamanistic model. the mental health profession may have its downfalls and by no means they are perfect. but i managed to stay out of hospital through my experiences. my brother has only got involved with hospitals because either people have been worried or he's got in trouble with the police. does this mean that the whole world is against him and he's just misunderstood? or, as i believe, is it fair for hospitals to step in when the person in question is behaving in a way that other people find inappropriate? i know that my brother was very very difficult and as hard as it is for me to say, hospital was the right place or else i fear that he may have harmed someone really badly. mental health professionals didn't go looking for him to lock him up and treat him.

i'm bemused and confused about it all and still have trouble reconciling my views on this. i don't mean to be dis-respectful to anyone's experiences but as you can see from my own experiences it's not always so clear cut. any feedback would be really appreciated as i'm still trying to understand what the hell all this is. peace be with all of you

bi-polar

I've also gradually come to the conclusion that I seem to exhibit mild bi-polar symptoms, my conclusion is it is genetic seeing as both of my parents have suffered from depression, my father commited suicide, my mother is on medication, (which seem to help her). My feeling is that the more I understand and know myself the more forgiving I can be of my seeming weaknesses.

A clear intention to want to deeply heal oneself is I think a key to working through it. I went through a very bad time (which lasted for about a year) about 10 years ago where I believed I was loosing my mind but thankfully managed to get through it on my own, and since then I've never doubted my sanity.

Choosing a path of service over a path of selfishness I think gives one extra vitality and strength. 

 

the whole SCENE is a madhouse

I am listening.

Of course the 'shamanistic crisis' isn't all goodness and light. Especially in a set and setting of utter madness like the one WE have been dragged up in!

I cannot get it over to you how completely brutal this systyem is. Many people aren't even aware of this, so say they become 'depressed', they cannot see how this could be so.

Take the school 'high achiever'. All expectations are on her/him. S/he's 'done great' and leaves home to start uni. and then POW gets 'schizophrenia' and/or kills themselves. NOW, in parents eyes and mainstream society, that kid was 'going places' and was 'very bright' and all the other...BS. In REALITY, so-called 'ecucation dumbs down our feelings, and kills off creativity. So it is enormous oppression on young minds. See what I mean?

And behind all this is the 'mental health movement' that promotes the mental illness myth' as a means for political social control, and targets millions of children, 'diagnosing' them as 'defective' because they cannot or will not fit into the very 'education' system that is intent on destroying them! Do you understand?

 

This would be SO much more loving and intelligent, http://66.102.9.104/search?q=cache:zFwilYGxYWsJ:www.beckleyfoundation.or...

 

and about 'the medicated child, and Bipolar' with Dr John Breeding http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FktJG-ekGH0

Shamanistic Crisis

Zezt...you have put this across so correctly it is amazing. You included just the right points and referring to it as a "crisis" is excellent as we all know that almost all things which can surface as problems in life have been medicalized and labelled. Most people do not understand that, when it comes to the mental illness myth we are highly vulnerable simply because there are numerous crossroads in life that are normal crisis points.

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::Caught up Karma::

~Aydra Jenson~. . ..Keeper of the StarSix. http://starsixprofile.blogspot.com

 

I very much appreciate the comment 'treating people for waking up by drugging them back to sleep'

~very well said

 

although i think in this final hour of charades very few actually are expressing an unexamined level of sudden awakening. It seems people are rather literally going crazy through being assaulted by negative programs, chemicals and social pressures. Haunted by a past they can not explain or ignore, mocked by a future they don't understand. undoubtedly the undertaking of a personal transformation for more conscious folk can have a similar effect and threaten others who mistakenly accuse them of becoming crazy. however, I think in the time we are living in, there is enough consciousness and caught up karma to keep the current flowing in the favor of the empowered, transforming quite army across the globe.

As a Shaman I'm sure you understand the concept of protection and the knowing that Great Spirit is at work the entire time, navigating with conscious intent. I love what you said about the Shaman taking on the 'illness' of the world around them they need to heal. They have to literally digest it, (needless to say becoming prone to parasites and other filth and imbalances on a physical level) and then conjure the strength and will to process it, battle it, kill it, cleanse it, break it, purge and spit it out, stomp and batter it, shake it off, sing it out, kick and scream until you finally reach that state of being you know you are destined for.

Only a true shaman knows he is not destined to live in sickness, that the sickness is merely an expression of that which he is here to serve and cure.My Gratitude to you for extending this wisdom, I take it with great courage and it gives me much hope.

Go Strong into the Future:

~AYDRA J~

'I love what you said about

'I love what you said about the Shaman taking on the 'illness' of the world around them they need to heal. They have to literally digest it, (needless to say becoming prone to parasites and other filth and imbalances on a physical level) and then conjure the strength and will to process it, battle it, kill it, cleanse it, break it, purge and spit it out, stomp and batter it, shake it off, sing it out, kick and scream until you finally reach that state of being you know you are destined for. '

I think sometimes there is a temptation to revel in the filth for a while, like a kind of hedonism.

what I thought I was

I enjoyed the article and discussion. There are spiritual emergence sites (some reference mental health professionals) that will assist people in psychic distress within a frame of spiritual awakening. Stanislav Grof first suggested such a container for this work in his book "The Stormy Search for Self". It was on one of these sites that I read an excerpt of a monk's experience of ego death that corresponded exactly to what I was going through in menopause. So many women medicate themselves for this. It is also a breakdown and redefinition process, not to be underestimated. I thought so highly of my intelligence and coping skills and would not have predicted the tumult involved. I never wanted to be Kali.