2024 Return to Mystical Mt Shasta--2.0

View of the ‘White God,’ from Castle Lake- 8/24

More Shasta Shenanigans

(Or, why I’m still a ‘possibilist’)

Gathering myself to write this post hence, while clumsily readjusting back to consensus reality, I see this is my first blog entry since last year’s trip to the magic mountain. Just as well since few people read blogs anymore. Or read anymore period, it seems. (I literally hear this from folks all the time and it makes me sad). And most of my sharing these days is on IG, for better or worse. In any case, this is mostly for nostalgic documentation of my goings on in this most mysterious and sacred place that keeps calling me.

If YOU actually are reading this, I hope it inspires a little extra sense of what’s possible if you take a leap into the unknown, with hope, trust and faith.

As usual, this pilgrimage was full of twists and turns. Some beautiful and mysterious. And of course a little requisite WTF??

This will be as short and sweet as I can manage. I don’t have the energy for a four-parter like last year. Yet if you know me, and if brevity is the soul of wit, I am, dear reader, as witless as they come!

So let’s get started…

Day One: Panther Meadows

Mt Shasta being a large ass mountain, I chose like last year to go where my Higher Guidance (‘HG’) suggests each day.

My ‘HG’ is a form of claircognizance/clairgnosis that came online years back in the midst of my near decade-long burnout come atypical mid-life crisis meets Dark Night of the Soul show stopping finale. One that brought me to my proverbial and literal knees. And truthfully, to the edge of what felt like real madness. Followed by an epic surrender experiment of many months where one day I received the first (or second?) of many messages via download. This one being received unexpectedly at the very end of a meditation:

"You are being given a gift of Holy Discernment.”

I didn’t know exactly what that meant, only that I didn’t consciously think or imagine it. I had never heard or put those two primary words together. Yet it came landed in my consciousness clear as a bell.

Wasn’t until weeks later while conducting an energy psychology session with someone using more or less conventional kinesiological muscle testing (finger test) that I noticed my head suddenly involuntarily nodding up/down, or left/right, clearly indicating yes/true, or no/false in accord with the muscle testing results.

Soon occurred to me that this was the practical application of the ‘gift of Holy Discernment.’ A most unexpected blessing.

Yet, no instruction manual!

5 years later I’m trying to figure best practices—how to account for apparent false positives (i.e. ‘paradoxical responses’) and other oddities.

Surely there are some things I/we are just not supposed to know, is one thing. Things that are simply not in our/the highest good to have confirmed or disconfirmed, for they may intrude upon our or others free will, our or their learning and growth.

One thing about it I know and trust: It was gifted by the Holy Spirit itself, dab smack in the midst of horrendously painful and confusing subjective darkness. Forever grateful.

Anyhow…

DOWNHILL we go:

So, day one. I was sent to Panther Meadows, the famed spot of Saint Germain’s (my ‘gateway guide’ from the start of all this) appearance back in the 1930’s to Guy Ballard, resulting in a series of dictations/lessons (‘I Am Discourses’) and what would become two books on the esoteric spiritual tradition that grew out of these encounters.

HG directed me to go waaaay down to nearly the bottom of Panther Spring, which is really not even a trail. You’re just following the twists and turns of the beautiful babbling brook, down, down, down. Over hills, rocks, boulders, fallen tress, and brush for days.

But the time I got to the spot I was told to sit, I noticed my old boxing gym hill sprint-related left knee injury acting up. Probably because I excitedly pounced down parts of the mountain too hard. But as I sat and prepared for meditation, it stopped bothering me, so I forgot about it.

I settled in for two separate mediations, or ‘spirit communions’ as I think of them. In these two I was joined by Tudiah and Adama, respectively. You’ll hear these names a lot in this post.

Tudiah is, apparently, a Fifth Dimensional (5D) feminine Lemurian/*Telos inhabitant who's been working with me in my personal spirit communions for nearly a year, since my first trip to Shasta. Adama is the ‘High Priest’ of Telos. The Mac Daddy. An Ascended Master that many before and currently channel, including someone I know personally.

And *Telos is the ‘Crystal City of Light,’ an advanced, enlightened 5D inner earth civilization located beneath Mt Shasta.

(Out there, I know. Still with me? :>)

Telosians are said to be Lemurians who escaped the cataclysmic fall of the fabled (many say purely mythical) sunken continent of Lemuria long ago, along with Atlantis. Via their higher dimensional consciousness, know-how and abilities, they’re said to have created and colonized an idyllic inner world powered by The Great Central Sun beneath the sacred mountain, often called the root chakra of the earth. One of many inner earth territories said to be part of a globe-wide Agatha Network.

(Whether you believe any of this or not is irrelevant. I’m not making a case for it against it, merely reporting here what I experience).

In any case, two beautiful but otherwise unremarkable meditations/spirit communions commenced, followed by my making my way back up the rugged not-so-much-a-trail to the top of Panther Meadows.

Almost as soon as I began my ascent, my knee started really aching. All the way to the point of literally limping for a good portion of it. Soon as I became aware of fears of having to be airlifted out, and noticed I had no cell signal (and hadn’t seen a soul since my descent), I invoked ‘miraculous emergency spiritual healing of my knee.’ I did so over and over on mantra-repeat while I hobbled up the hill, cursing the foolishness I exhibited on the way down.

Oh, and did I mention it was raining the entire time?

Wouldn’t you know it, I soon noticed the pain subsiding and the strength to make it up emerging. When I asked my HG if I was receiving the requested support, I got a ‘yes.’ When I asked from whom, after running through my mental file o’ fax of the usual suspects, I got a hit on…Archangel Haniel.

Blessed!

It gets better: By dinner that night, then the next morning, I would even more amazed to discover zero pain. Not even the slightest discomfort in that knee. Like it never happened. And I’m not exaggerating when I say, it was bad coming back up the trail. I feared the whole trip might be blown. No such bad luck was to be!

Never hurts to ask.

Day two thru five: Old Ski Bowl Trailhead

Condensing my account of these days through the middle because HG all lead me to this same place, albeit different locations each day. Sometimes to two separate ones each day. And because these four days are already blurred together in my mind and memory. Such is what tends to happen when you spend multiple days in a row in an altered state of consciousness, experiencing the wildly unexpected things I’ll share soon.

Each day took me to new areas somewhat off the beaten trails and into one of the little oasis where there was at least partial tree cover shielding me from the blistering sun rays. (I still managed to get a wicked ass sun burn the first day on this trail).

Following my HG is not always a clear and laser focused activity. There were times where fear crept in. Fears that I was being misdirected, taken for a ride, that I would get lost and have no cell signal, etc. Some of the hikes were more steep and rugged than I bargained for. And each day was fucking hot. (sorry for the cuss, mom). But I kept with it, prayed and asked all my guides, holy ones, angels and masters etc to be with me each day, every moment.

They were.

highlights:

The vast majority of time each day (roughly six hours a day) was spent in meditation/spirit communion, interspersed with breaks, down time, reflection, short walks. Each day my spirit hosts were Tudiah and Adama, while I had Mother Mary, Goddess Sophia, Archangels Haniel and Chamuel, Ascended Master Saint Germain and Portia, and my two personal spirit guides and Guardian Angel supporting, guiding, holding space.

The long and short of day two and three in the spirit communions with Tudiah and Adama was that the work was all about raising my frequency/vibration to reach 100% of a match to 5D frequency/vibration. Ostensibly, so that should a portal open to Telos, the City of Light beneath the Mountain, I would be able to safely enter into and tolerate/withstand the significantly higher frequency/vibration.

Believe it or not, entering a portal to the inner earth underworld of Telos was the much prophesied outcome of this journey, many times over, via various telepathic messages from multiple higher sources over this past year.

In one of those, Tudaih communicated and presented to me an image of the Willy Wonka ‘Golden Ticket,’ seemingly as a way of letting me know I was being invited to visit Telos. or a candidate at least. I tied to hold it loosely, with gratitude and hope, believing it at least possible, because anything is, staying open to this unique privilege should it come to pass. At the same time realizing that while there are individuals past and present who claim to have visited inner earth territories, both astrally-psychically and literally-physically, it might also be a one in a gazillion.

But when I feel led to something, especially something that has potential to be spiritually extraordinary—and extraordinarily rare—as long as I don’t feel it can bring harm, I’ll always throw my hat in the ring.

What I understood as I went (via HG) was that when I arrived in Shasta this year my 5D frequency match was b/w 80-85%—largely the result of the work Tudiah has been doing with me most of the year on achieving the necessary vibration. And after a few days of intensive meditative concentration with Tudiah and Adama’s help, it was increasing.

Now here’s the most unexpected, wildly mystical part of the journey…

Mystical Disco

Have crystals, will travel, ‘in my wife’s gigantic boots’ (she told me to include that :)

“I feel the earth move, under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down…”

Starting on day two, my first out on Old Ski Bowl (the day I came back with pretty bad facial sunburn) I started to notice a nudge to stand up between sitting meditations. Not walk around, but just stand there. Interesting.

On this first day it followed a meditation with Tudiah, so I was asking her what was happening here, and what I needed to do. What I got was that someone was coming in to work with me. Someone other than her and Adama, someone feminine, and who would be energetically on the surface with me.

“Would I see her,” I asked? ‘No.’

“Would I hear her?” ‘No.”

“Will I feel her?” ‘Yes.’

And feel her I did!

I first felt my body swaying back and forth. Then my hips jetting back and forth. Then round and round in circles. Then in angular shapes, with my arms starting to swing along. Then a kind of hip shaking running in place. Mind you, I’m not doing any of this. I’m not really into dancing, and that was the last thing on my mind!

Following along, in the flow, just letting my body do what it wants to do. Much like in my meditation/spirt communions, and in my role in Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission (MDLT)—a 100% theurgical, Source-guided, quasi-therapeutic modality that’s a direct outgrowth of all this that came online years back—where my head involuntarily sways and rolls around, largely in the infinity symbol formation. A clear indication that some ‘other’ force, energy or being is connecting and working with/through me, and for the recipient.

Over the next four days, each day, there were interludes between sitting meditations of this ever increasingly wild, sometimes bizarre, erratic but never out of control standing movement. Although I did lose balance and fall flat on my arse once but didn’t get hurt. After that I kept my eyes partially open for balance and spatial awareness sake.

At another point I recall an upper body twisting motion starting, which immediately alarmed me due to bulging disc injuries caused by too much twisting motions in my old boxing workout routine. Instead of stopping, I right away said internally: ‘please no twisting because of…” and before I could even finish the request it switched to fluid hula hoop-like circle motions.

I called my main spiritual partner-in-crime one night, herself an emerging channel and fearless trailblazer, and described the phenomenon detail. Among other things she said:

“It sounds a lot like ecstatic dance.”

She was right. I hadn’t thought about it like that.

On day three it reached fever pitch. The movement got increasingly wilder and faster. To the point where I was marveling at the fact that my 54 yr old hips could do what they were being directed to do, as fast as they were. It was like a barefoot-planted version of Sufi whirling devilish ecstasy sped up to 78 rpms that (with brief breaks) went on for two hours or so a day.

Then I noticed the more I accepted and went with it, the more purely joyous it became. Weird as hell, but joyous! I would pray and chant, mantra, sing and shout through it the much of the time. At one point I was laughing out loud feeling like a ridiculous one-man Deep South rural charismatic church member, minus the snake charming, glossolalia, and culturally-embedded patriarchal bullshit :>

My heart opened further and further as I gesticulated the hours away. Bliss, peace, and joy. Ecstatic fo’ sho.

No drugs needed :)

If the devil had taken me over, he was failing miserably at scaring me.

Almost forgot…

On the morning of day two, driving toward the mountain, calling in all my guides and all to be with me, I was asking about the energy/being that was initiating the one man disco madness. I started to get an “A” name, Then “Al…” Shortly later, it comes to me, courtesy of Archangel Chamuel in this case:

“Alunah.”

The other relevant thing I determined was that she had the ability to energetically rise to the surface and initiate this kind of action. Action which was for the sole purpose of imbuing me with Fifth Dimensional light frequency and energy. To such a degree and with such intensity that no one’s physical body could possibly remain still while it was happening.

So, looking like an inappropriately dressed Deney Terrio a la 1970’s Dance Fever was merely by-product.

And here thought I had whole new career was being suggested :>

‘What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?’

After asking the night before to astrally travel to the Great Jade Temple (an intergalactic way station + 5D temple said to sit ethereally atop Mt Shasta) to have the temple healers and masters work with me further on increasing my frequency/vibration. I got that by the next morning it had climbed to 98%. (was b/e 90-95% by the end of day before as per HG.

Then after a most PROFOUND series of meditations/communions the next day with both Tudiah and Adama in which I experienced full-on Unity Consciousness (temporary dissolving of ego/personal “I” identity and merging with The One/All That There Is/The Absolute), as if that alone wasn’t enough—about halfway through the day, I get that we reached 100% 5D frequency match!

After a brief lunch break, I was directed to pack my stuff and head up the mountain further. I couldn’t help but think that with the necessary vibration reached, and moving to a higher elevation and presumably more secluded spot (it was), I might be quite possibly ready to redeem my ‘Golden Ticket.’

So I found the spot, settled in, and proceeded with another sitting meditation/communion with Tudiah, followed by, you guessed it, more Boogie Fever.

It went on, and on, only slower and more methodical as opposed to erratic abandon.

On, and on, and on, it went.

Until it started to slow, and we finally came to what was nearly usually the end of the day, around 4pm-ish.

The movement ultimately came to a stop.

I asked Allunah/my HG if the portal was going to open.

I got a soft, kind of somber feeling ‘no.’ (Tudiah had also literally apologized a few days earlier, forgot to mention, for it not being able to happen by the end of that day in which she apparently thought or herself hoped it definitely was ‘the day.’

The best I could get as to why not on this day, especially with the frequency match being attained and locked in, was that the inner earth conditions were not right, presumably to bring me though safely, along with assurances that I was doing everything- my part- right.

I accepted this, packed up and headed back down the mountain, a little disappointed of course, a little confused, and concerned with there being only one day left.

’And So Castles Made of Sand, Fall in the Sea, Eventually’

Castle Lake (spread my ashes here please)

Day six: My final day. This is where I stared to wax philosophical about all I’d experienced, what I had not and may not get to on this trip. My predominant emotions were at this point, and even more so now, awe and gratitude.

A week alone in pristine nature where guru’s in India send you, meditating and communing with higher evolved energies, no screens, hardly any humans around, having ego identity-dissolving Unitive Consciousness experiences, dancing involuntary like a raging fool that no ones sees while being pumped with heart-expanding fifth dimensional light frequency and energy, rinse and repeat…

What’s not to love? (Except missing my family).

Yet I was also aware that my ‘delightful anticipation’ of walking through a 5D portal into the crystal city was so far alluding me. And today was it. Last chance for at least another year.

My HG directed me to Castle Lake for this last day. I was more than happy for a break from the rocky, sun-pounding, dust cloud that is Old Ski Bowl. No offense OSB!

Castle Lake is expansive, pristine and absolutely gorgeous. Last year I got a clear download about a prior embodiment in ancient Egypt while standing in the lake as my then human guide did crystal blow alchemy which had the curious effect of attracting families of ducks to our side.

HG pointed me up and halfway around the lake, to a high elevation once again, not far off a hiking path, but far enough out of the way.

It was a perfect August day in Mt Shasta, ‘where Heaven and Earth meet,’ as the saying goes. The quiet, the scenery, clear view of mountain and the lake from up there. The skies, the lenticular clouds.

If you can be depressed or cynical up here, you’re not paying attention.

And not to be anticlimactic, but let’s cut to the chase…

In terms of my goings on, today was more of the same—two sitting meditations/communions, followed by a fair amount of slower, more relaxed ecstatic dance interludes. More like a wallflower swaying back and forth on the perimeter than Travolta tearing it up in the center.

I checked multiple times that all conditions were met—both frequency/vibration, that I was as prepared as can be, and otherwise, for the portal to open.

I kept getting a ‘yes.’

Yet as we came to nearly the end of the day, admittedly I’m pretty pooped at this point, all prayed, mantra-ed and meditated out was I, my final request for confirmation/clarity revealed that despite it, all the work on both sides (above and below in this case) it was looking like ‘they’ could simply not open the portal. Couldn’t make it happen. Along with assurances again that I’d done nothing wrong.

I sat for a good while, taking it all in, drinking in the majesty that is Mt Shasta, experiencing a range of emotion and perception.

And so I ended my last day on the mountain slightly conflicted, aware of parts of me that felt elated and amazed, and others with disappointment, feeling foolish, and one protective part lobbing out ‘I told ya so’s,’ and ‘too good to be trues,’ etc. But my parts tend to trust me and let me lead. I took a deep breath, connected to my heart and said inside: ‘I get it. But it’s all good.’ No Telos this time, but so much wild goodness happened. And we all know this path is full of mystery, right?

I got a sense of unanimous agreement with this reframe.

So with that, I made my way back through the picturesque Castle Lake trails and head out for a shower and some chow.

I actually drove out to Mt Shasta Brewing Company in Weed, CA to get one of their kitschy Lemurian Lagers. I figured at this point that’s the closest I would get to a real Lemurian. Wouldn’t you know, they were out of it.

So damn elusive!

Once a Possibilist, Always a Possibilist

In terms of the aforementioned predictions and prophesies in the long lead up to this trip pertaining to physically visiting Telos, I find myself essentially in the same place I was before I left, with some of my pre-existing positions reinforced.

One of them is that while anything’s possible (with God/The Divine), nothing’s guaranteed.

Even if various powerful, benevolent, enlightened higher/holy/angelic sources and your own guides and guardian angel suggest it’s a sure thing, slam dunk, done deal, in the can.

No guarantees. Anything can change on a dime, anytime.

The other, related to the above, is my long-standing view that all prediction/prophesy should be met with more than a healthy dose of healthy skepticism. For many reasons.

As we’ve all seen over time, they rarely come to pass. And if they do, rarely in or at the time/in the time frame predicted. Linear time is illusion, as we now understand from quantum science. And space/timelines apparently can and do shift in ways we’re only beginning to comprehend. Buying too hard into prophesy/prediction without healthy detachment and grounded discernment/skepticism can be dangerous. Even life threatening. Just ask the Haley’s Comet Cult members who unquestionably bought into their crazed and delusional leader’s prophesy that the UFO comet would whisk them away as they mass suicided in conjunction with the fly-over.

Then again, anythings possible. So maybe they made it, right? What do we know? Not shit, about shit, really.

So, dear reader. If you made it this far, I’ll leave you with this for the effort.

Something I’ve not shared with many…

What follows is the most recent (morning of writing this post) communication received from one of many higher sources I connect with, and who work for others through me via my Transpersonal Internal Family Systems (T-IFS) and Multidimensional Divine LightTransmission (MDLT) approaches in my Therapy Outside the Box work.

In what I call my ‘Lake Space Transmissions’ (Telepathically received direct communications) I received this from Archangel Chamuel:

“Blessings! I am aware that things did not go quite as planned on your journey to Mt Shasta. Phrophesies and predictions are made of best intentions in combination with probabilities, subject to timeline variables and conditions that cannot always be guaranteed to be in place. Do not lose faith dear son! Your journey is a long game in-progress. All that you wish to experience, learn and bring forth will come to fruition. Your disappointment is valid given the great expectations of all that was set to occur. Do your best to surrender this too, knowing that the Divine plan always finds a way in time. Your effort was mighty, your mettle was tested. There is nothing more you could or should have done for the unmet expectations to have come to pass. Much more will be understood with time. Continue on spiritual soldier with heart, trust and hope for all that is meant for you and your mission.

With loving support,

Chamuel.”

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With much love and support to you dear reader,

Godspeed, and may all possibilities be open to YOU!

Chris Hancock, LCSW

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com

Franklin, TN

615.430.2778

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

2023 Magical Journey to Mt Shasta (PT4)

‘The End is but the beginning’

Welp here it is. The final installment. I’ve enjoyed documenting the journey. I hope you, whoever you are and will become, have enjoyed following along. And I hope you’re inspired by some or all of it. Truth be told, I’m also glad to wrap it up and give my full to focus the integration work. Funny enough, it was communicated to/through me just the other today, in the channeled end portion of a Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission session, that I have “no idea the magnitude of all that took place in Mt Shasta.” Not exactly sure how to feel about that! But I’ve gotten pretty used to the not knowing; to surrendering, allowing things to be revealed in Divine timing.

We could all do worse than that.

In the meantime, enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Day 4: solo destination: panther meadows

It was no question where I was headed this day. Planned on it, felt it, and my higher guidance (Heretofore: ‘HG’) confirmed it. The only thing I didn’t know was where exactly where I’d be taken once there, or what would occur. That’s the fun part.

As mentioned in prior installments, Panther Meadows is famous for being where Saint Germain was said to have appeared to Guy Ballard (sobriquet: Godfre Ray King) in August of 1930-something, reminding him of his prior embodiment soul contracted mission, and initiating a relationship that would become a series of dictations, books, and an entire esoteric ‘I AM’ movement. A movement that spawned many offshoots, and sure as for every ism there’s an eventual schism, each branch over time either quietly or not so quietly claimed to be the only true, official source of the teachings, yada, yada. I could care less about any of that. As many famous mystics, universalistic religious scholars, renegade theologians, talented channels, and NDE-ers have suggested, The Holy Ones find it humorous how we quibble over who has the market on The Truth. As if anyone with a body, or any one does to the exclusion of all others. That is, when they’re not weeping over the unnecessary bloodshed and loss of life that’s flowed out of such ego-based ignorance.

‘Truth is One, Sages know it by many names’ (Rig Veda).

But I digress!

significance

Panther Meadows, for the above described reason, is no doubt at least part of why I felt ‘the call’ to the mountain. Because Saint Germain—the said-to-be-immortal Master of Alchemy, Chohan of the Seventh Ray/Seven Sacred Flames, Purveyor of The Violet Transmuting Flame, and the man who Voltaire famously called ‘The man who never dies and knows everything”— showed up as my Gateway Guide, along with other Illumined Ones, in my rock bottom hour of Dark Night madness.

The identity and presence of Saint Germain was interpreted to me in a reading by seer/channel/author Dr. Norma Milanovich, whom I was synchonistically/Divinely led to for corporeal clarity in that aforementioned internal hell state, roughly five years ago. I was marginally aware of the name Saint Germain and the concept of Ascended Masters at large, specifically from a meditation group I participated in back in 2004 or so. I remember the leader kept telling me that [Ascended Master of the Fourth Ray] Serapis Bey, was ALL around me each week. But I knew little about Saint Germain’s legacy or the other Masters in this tradition.

The other two that Dr. Milanovich [channeling Ascended Master Kuthumi, said to be St Francis of Assissi in a prior embodiment] perceived to be working to help me, alongside Saint Germain, were Melchezidek and Yeshua/Christ. There was more about this involving prior lifetimes that I couldn’t take in at all and I’ve felt out forgotten what all was said about that. I only knew that at the time, the initial interpretation felt right. Perhaps if only because I felt so desperately lost, I was naturally more than open to the idea of receiving powerful assistance from the higher realms. I mean, I was asking for it, so, duh.

Not long after, when the ‘You are being given the Gift of Holy Discernment’ transmission came though clear as a bell, later realizing that this involuntary, ever-available head nod tool was the practical embodiment of this ‘gift’ (via The Holy Spirit), I began applying this to confirm/disconfirm what was interpreted to me, my hunches, and all that I was experiencing, hearing, receiving. (This is how it was determined the gift itself came via Holy Spirit). Wild as this was, and still is to me, it also makes sense. Because in that darkest hour where nothing was clear, where I literally began to feel like I could not trust my own senses outside of touch maybe, the main, really the only thing I was asking for was for clarity. Little did I imagine being bestowed with a built-in ability to discern what from what forevermore.

Fast forward a few years, with the onset of voice channeling, as I’ve now channeled Yeshua, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Elohim, Seraphim, Goddesses Sophia and Isis (though not Saint Germain, yet, interestingly), it’s shifted me from wanting all this to be real/true, to believing it to be so, to knowing and trusting. A confirmed knowing. One that’s solidified my faith in The Divine, and trust in my own perception.

So, full circle, to be out at Panther Meadows, the very area where my Gateway Guide purportedly materialized to begin a communication about his role in the Divine Play, and his offering.

How Sweet!

Let’s GO!

fear-be-gone

Unlike the pedestrian fears I probably overemphasized in PT3 about heading out up the mountain alone, getting lost, hurt, abducted by Sascrotch (see: last pic at bottom of PT3 post) or worse, today I felt nothing but pure excitement and joy. Likely because my faith in my HG, in The Illumined Ones, was bolstered another notch by how all played out without a hitch the day before.

After parking, I take a while to bask in the most astounding, what seemed like 500 thousand foot view of the mountain valley, then find my way to the main trailhead entrance. This trail was far clearer than the faint, elusive trail leading me up and out to nowhere yesterday at Bunny Flats. And there were more humans present today, which put me at more ease.

I quickly reach what seemed like the beginning of the actual meadows. I saw a few folks standing, gazing, taking in the energy, so I knew I was in the right place. Unlike the rocky, rough, dusty terrain and dead silent, earthy grey-ish atmosphere of Bunny Flats, Panther Meadows, while having its share of rocky, rough trails, has a different appearance and vibe altogether. More lush in parts, and colorful, with gorgeous sounds of nature, running water, and sunflower covered fields in abundance.

And a distinctly etheric quality.

god compass

I wander through the main meadows area, where there’s Panther Spring with its reputed 100 year old water flowing through (I finish the day with a brief meditation there). I chat up an elderly lady who says she lives nearby. She hones right in on my intention for being out there with “You’re looking for the magic spots, aren’t you?”

I affirm, we laugh, And that was that.

Following a path out of the main meadows that takes me into a labyrinth of rocky trails, I have a sense that unlike the uphill climb yesterday, I’m to head down the mountain today, off one side of the meadows (no idea which direction). HG confirms this, and I follow a trail that takes me to another clearing, not as lush or yellow flower covered, but with trailhead markers, which again, is comforting.

Anyone need a drink?

nature calls, divine answers

I wasn’t going to include this, but by now you know I have a sense of humor. And near zero fucks left to give. I thought this was hilarious, so you might too.

HG points me down this path pictured above. About 10 minutes in, I’m further down the mountain and the trail I’m on is getting narrower, and less clear.

Suddenly, I sense a #2 is brewing. Damn. Thought I got it all over with before I left.

I try on for size whether it’s false alarm. Of course, it’s not. I’m otherwise fully invested in being where I am at this point, deep into Panther Meadows. Climbing back up, getting in the car and having to drive back to Bunny Flats where there’s a facility would really suck. (And I might not even make it, I remember thinking).

I try going on a little further, beginning to entertain utilizing my old Boy Scout training which involves particular kinds of leaves, if necessary. You get the picture.

I shit you not (not pun intended), I soon come upon a trail fork. I ask my HG which way to go. It indicates the right, which looks and feels like it’s taking me away from the direction it had been leading me. But I go with it.

30 seconds down this path, what do I find but a tiny, lone, very old looking one person port-o-potty! (Should have taken a picture for proof, but I had other urgent business).

Can’t fucking make this up!

I walk in there thinking “I’m so grateful…but, ugh, bet it’s gonna be gross and probably have no tp.” Wrong. As far as outhouses go, it was about as clean, pleasant, and stocked as you could ask for.

How good is God? You tell me.

Afterwards, I head back to the fork and ask again for direction. It takes me the way I thought it would have, underscoring that the detour was a Divine misdirection of sorts, for the obvious purposes :>

into the mystic

Relieved, in more ways than one, and knowing I’m on the right path to my mystery destination, I start heading into some tall, old ass tree-laden, deep canyon, super green lush territory. The sounds of babbling brooks gets louder. I can sense I’m close to where I’m being led. I’m starting to really feel the energy of this special place on the mountain.

And just like the day before, I round a slight corner, see this little, non-descript clearing and just know this is it. Ask HG: Confirmed.

can I just live here?

In stark contrast to the atmosphere way up on the Bunny Flats yesterday, with the eerie deafening silence and stark sense of solitude, while no humans were around this area either, this part of the mountain was teeming with beauty. Soothing sounds and vibrant colors. Yesterday had a distinctly more spacious, barren, galactic feel. Fitting in that it was a Venusian vortex, apparently.

This was very different.

I scout the immediate area, wade through the stream a bit, douse my amethyst in the water, and take in the energy for a while. Felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Actually, it didn’t feel like it. I knew it.

Laying out my ground cover, I open my little seat-o-matic, recite some ad lib prayers, do my invocations, and open up to what will be. Before I settle in, I get a last impulse to capture one more snippet of the beauty of the immediate area before I start.

The second one reveals a pleasant little time-stamp synchronicity/confirmation:

11:11!

Meditation #1

Right away it’s clear and I confirm my host/guide for this sit is Saint Germain. There’s a particular subtlety to how my head moves around in that infinity shape when he comes in. A whimsical dancy-ness. It’s his signature I suppose. So I knew it, and it was confirmed that, just as in my first sit yesterday, here he was again.

A minute or so in, my head movement slows, which is not unusual. Starts and stops occur frequently, especially as every guide that works with me seems to be exquisitely sensitive to the toll all the movement takes on my neck and associated muscles. So I get frequent ‘spirit stretches.’ I often feel a lot of tightness and tension up there, partially as a result of all this, the rest probably due to text neck, bad typing form, desk posture, etc). But the spirit stretches keep me out of pain. There’s never pain. Gratitude!

Then I realize, this isn’t a stretch break. My head goes still. I go with it, waiting to see what happens next.

And what does next blows my mind, followed by an onslaught of tears of joy.

A transmission/download came right in, clearer than anything. Not audibly, but a mental impression, a stamp, is the best I can say. And much as I’d like to share it here because it was so incredible, I’m keeping this transmission to myself. Something has to be held sacred, right? I knew right away, this isn’t to be broadcast. HG confirmed this.

Suffice to say, it was a blessing. Literally. Three succinct, descriptive sentences. And absolute confirmation, as if I needed more this point, that it was ordained for me to come out here.

The sit went on from there more or less as usual for another 20 or 30 minutes. And again, I thought if this was it, more than satisfied.

meditation #2

Quan Yin was my host for this sit. She worked with me at The Peace Garden on day two, and here she was again. For the third time this sit had to do again with clairaudience. This must be some kind of process to install or otherwise ready me for the clear hearing function, because its been the focus of many a sit for many weeks in a row now.

Otherwise, this was a beautiful, subtle, reasonably long meditation. No big bells and whistles. Just delightful communion with this Mother of Compassion once again.

Throughout this one I felt more enveloped in the atmosphere than ever. Like a real merging with the sounds, colors, and visceral feel of the atmosphere. I gotta meditate outside more often.

meditation #3

For this final sit, my host/guide was Portia. Portia is considered the Divine Counterpart of Saint Germain. Master Portia’s work is to assist transformation, magic, the dawning of new eons, development of psychic abilities, and manifestation. A powerful Goddess energy that brings guidance in our spiritual advancement, if we’re so inclined to look to these Masters along our journey.

Portia is alternately known as the ‘Goddess of Justice’ and ‘Goddess of Opportunity.’ Her energy focuses through the Violet Flame; bringing Divine Justice in places where there is no balance and harmony. She teaches us how to attain and maintain a balance and mental, emotional, physical and spiritual attributes using the elements of wind, earth, fire, and air. My kind of Lady! I’ve been blessed to have her come in many times over the last years.

Today, her work with me on the mountain was once again, about opening and/or preparing me for clairaudience. This sit, similar to the super wild one via Lady Master Nada yesterday, reached a fever pitch head movement-wise. There was again the extra neck stretching attention, testing out of ease of circular movement capacity, followed by intense, exponentially escalating clockwise and alternative counterclockwise head movements. I had the distinct feeling that this was some type of activation.

Two things I understand about the head movement phenomena during my communions: 1) It’s intelligently driven, sacred geometrical in action, and purposeful. 2) It’s not my own intelligence driving the bus. Other than that, your guess is as good as mine.

Anyhow, it went on for quite a while until that fever pitch of high velocity reached a zenith, then slowly unwound to the point of stillness. On the downturn I had the sense of being somewhat energy drained—a good tired feeling. I suspected that would be it for today. My head finally came to a stop. A pause, then started up again, but with a different shape and feeling.

Portia it seemed had ‘peaced-out,’ and this was someone else.

Checked with my HG. Mary Magdalene energy entered.

Mary of Magdala, a frequent host in recent Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission work with clients, and with whom I’ve had the pleasure of channeling multiple times now (as has one of my clients) popped in to signify the work was complete. Why her, I don’t know. But she gave the signal to head back up to Panther Meadows and the Spring to close out.

Before packing up, I asked about the significance of this space I was led to today. She confirmed it was a special, then also peaced-out (?). I checked with my HG. Ran through my list of best guesses and arrived at that it was basically a Great White Brotherhood Vortex.

The GWB is an esoteric conception of a larger organization, so to speak, like a council, of whom all Illumined/Holy Ones/Ascended Masters purportedly belong—spoken of in the Book of Revelation as the great multitude of saints ‘clothed with white robes’ who stand before the throne of God.

Once again, if I perceived this accurately, I’ll take it.

Panther Spring for the win

I hiked back up, marveling at the beauty of the mountain, the surroundings, and all the magic that took place today and every day out here. And at how fucking blessed and fortunate I AM.

Taking a seat at Panther Spring, there were a few folks sitting around, one lady throwing mudra shapes, closed eyes, in total silence. I happily joined the party.

As soon as I did, head starts wobbling. Apparently Mary stayed with me to take me out with one final brief mediation at the famed location. No more than 10 or 15 minutes, but a perfect cap to a beautiful day and a most wonderous experience.

Here’s one more snippet of Panther Meadows, then of the Spring:

A few weeks out, after several integration-oriented sits, I feel like I’m still there. Or I’ve taken it with me. Or both. And the integration will be going on for a while, especially since it was interpreted that I have little [conscious] idea of all that transpired. Where it’s all taking me I don’t know. The whole thing—from the onset of a Divine madness to the present day—is an unfolding beyond my control or awareness, as these types of things usually are.

I’m most excited about how this all will inform my work with others in tangible, perceivable ways. Because that’s what it’s about. Otherwise, it’s just self-serving. As it was confirmed just the other day that the potency of [my ability to serve as bridge/conduit for] the MDLT process increased by 40% as a result of all the activations and what not, I’m more curious than ever what’s in store, and how far this can go.

Moral of the story? If you get ‘the call’ to go visit a sacred space, GO!

THANK YOU anyone and everyone whose had the interest, patience (or just nothing else to do than :) to read this series.

THANK YOU Mt Shasta for the call, the magic, and changing my life.

THANK YOU Roxy Ghoraishy for the guiding and magical activations. You are Cosmic Stardust.

And THANKS to the awesome staff at Pipeline Craft Taps and Kitchen- Chris, Jeff, and the fellow weirdo Shasta locals I had the fortune of meeting, and for keeping me company each night over dinner!

‘May the heart of Christ be everywhere known’

-Tibetan Prayer

Om Namah Shivaya, Love, Ascension, Beloved I AM, and Divinely Materialized Port-O-Pottys,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com / @therapyoutsidethebox

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

615.430.2778

2023 Magical Journey to Mt Shasta [PT3]

While PT1 and PT2 recounted my spiritual tour-guided shenanigans on day one and two, PT 3 here is about my first day out on the mountain alone. And because I have no capacity for brevity, and therefore must be witless, PT4, the final installment, will follow soon.

Keep your tin foil hat handy…

day 3: solo DESTINATION: Bunny Flats

Still reeling from the wonderous happenings of day one and two, AND joyous news that the post-mudslide closed main road up to the main areas I booked this trip to visit magically re-opened the afternoon prior, I head out bright and early.

This day I have my sites set on either Sand Flats or Bunny Flats. Bunny Flats, to my knowledge, has more woo woo-ey hot spots than Sands, but I drive up close to both and ask my Higher Guidance (Heretofore: ‘HG’) to choose and point me the way once there.

The vote from the subtle source(s) is clearly Bunny Flats. So off I go.

Missing 411: Last seen :>

off to nowhere known

I begin heading up the only trail from this main trailhead, and have keep in mind two things—I’m alone. And I have no idea where I’m going. Actually, one more: This is a HUGE fucking mountain! And I’ve seen all of two people around the parking area so far.

I mean, the road up the mountain—gorgeous, lush, and picturesque as anywhere in the Pacific Northwest, goes really high up there. I could barely look right into the expansive mountainous valley for much of it. A bit of a fear of heights has set in in my older years apparently.

Having prayed and called in every one of the Illumined Ones by name, I asked them again (and again) to be with, guide me, show me where they would have me go, and for the love of God, do not let me get lost or hurt. Safe and protected above all. My wife listens to way too much true crime, and we’ve both watched our share of Missing: 411. Shits real. But I told her if I have an opportunity to be whisked away into an Arcturian Plasma Ship, or taken down into inner earth with the Telosians, I might just take it whether eventual return is promised or not. She totally believes me if that tells you anything.

Anyway as I hike my way up, and up, and up, I’m following what I think is a main trail that I quickly realize has no real markers anywhere in sight. The trail also becomes increasingly more faint, and narrow. At many points it blends into rocky, bushy terrain that makes you constantly question if you’re still on the trail, or which way the trail is actually going, vs other kinda-sorta-what-looks-like-it-could-also-be the trail, but maybe not. But maybe. You get the idea.

Several points along the way fearful parts of me pop up. Each time I pause or full on stop, and literally have my HG direct me—left? ‘‘No.’ Straight up this way? ‘No.’ Bear right, follow up that way? ‘Yes.’ I do this countless times, all the while surrendering fear, asking my fearful parts to trust me, and most importantly, trust the higher guides.

no frills Shangri-La

I finally reach an elevation and a point at which I start to intuit that wherever I’m being led to feels close. Then I notice something I hadn’t fully noticed yet.

The silence. Dead silence.

The kind, out in the woods, let alone on a gigantic mountain with no one around, that you could easily totally creep you out to the point of panic. For brief seconds here and there, it nearly did.

Rinse and repeat earlier surrender- ask, believe, receive- formula.

No sooner than I began adjusting to the deafening silence did I come upon a small natural clearing that I just knew was it. This is where I was was supposed to park it. Checked HG: Correct.

3 flights, thousands of miles, and hour drive…to be led here? (Hint: Looks are deceiving!)

I check HG twice to make sure this is where I’m supposed to be. No question. Again and even more pronounced, as I begin to settle in is the deafening, pin drop silence. Not a bird did I see or hear near or far for probably the first twenty minutes. Maybe a bug or two crawled by. That’s it. Otherwise, nothing. Is that normal?

I remember thinking: I’ve never (not?) heard anything this still and silent my life.

Turns out, this was intentional. Or at least, it was being utilized. You’ll know what I mean shortly.

meditation 1

I set up my mat ground cover, unfold my tiny outdoor bleacher seat (strictly for the little back support it provides) and take a few breaths. Again, at this point I notice I’m almost frustratingly distracted by the absolutely deafening silence. Unreal.

Then my head starts its infinity symbol wobbling and were off and running. My host for this sit, I could sense, but checked and was confirmed: My Gateway Guide, Saint Germain. Just like I do at home, when I sit for my personal work (meditation/opening to channel spirit communions), I ask what the lesson/nature/purpose of the sit/the work is each time. I’ve gotten pretty good at bringing that through. Here I was striking out…until I surrendered to…whatever it is it is.

Then came to me that this sit was to be an exercise in…you may have guessed it, embracing and bathing in the silence. In the “Be Still and Know That I AM,’ to be specific.

Spirit, your guides, can and will either create or utilize anything and everything available. (Just like the Adversary/False Light will).

This sit went on an unusually long time it felt like, and was far deeper, more expansive, more quietly powerful than any in recent memory. My mind was nearly completely still, open and receptive throughout, which is definitely not always the case.

If this was it for today I would been satisfied. To commune with Saint Germain like this, up on Shasta, the origin point of his presence and initial offerings back in the 1930s, and especially after the Closer to Home transmission received from him yesterday @ McCloud Falls. But there was more to come. After this sit concluded, I wandered around a bit, marveled at the views up there, and took a few pics, then felt called to return to the chair.

meditation 2

For this sit my host was a ‘light being.’ Interdimensional in nature. That’s all I could gather. The nature/purpose was about coming online with clairaudience, or a clear hearing faculty.

This has been on the docket for a while as several different guides in my sits over the weeks leading up to the trip came in with the same task. What all they’re doing—installing spiritual hardware, tweaking my neurology, psychological prep, downloading an instruction manual, no idea. When it will fire up, when and how it will be available- just for channeling, other times, all the time, no clue. To date I remain, technically, a clairsentient/claircognizant. But since the voice channeling kicked in (officially, and unexpectedly on Mothers Days this past year), in a kind of conscious, intuitive, mental mediumship type way, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t requested, if it be the will, to be able to audibly hear the voice/vibrations/frequency of the guides transmit through me. Time will tell.

Otherwise this light being-guided sit was pleasant, but unremarkable. I take none of it for granted. Just no big bells and whistles in this one.

meditation 3

For this last sit on the mountain today, my guide was Lady Master Nada. Like the others, she’s come through many times for me over the last years of my unfolding initiation process. LMN is considered to be a beautiful Ascended Master, written about in the first two Saint Germain-related books (Unveiled Mysteries, The Magic Presence). Nada—meaning nothing—refers to her great humility. She’s said to be the twin flame (Divine Feminine counterpart) of Jesus/Yeshua, which also makes her essentially synonymous, soul wise, with Mary of Magdala.

The nature and purpose of this sit I get is, again, the clairaudience. This one started off in the normal way. Steady, relaxed infinity symbol shaped head movement. Before long I noticed when my head would angle left, it would stop, ear over shoulder for longer than normal. It seemed like my guide was working out the tight spots in my neck, which often occurs, presumably to help me stay loose and pain free due to all the head movement that for whatever reason is how this all psycho-energetically works through me.

Then, once there was an extra physical release in my neck, my head would began rotating around backwards in full rotation, clockwise, gently, seemingly until it was clear that this could occur without discomfort. This hasn’t happened in years, since the very beginning when this energy came upon me, and the head movement were sometimes wild, fast, and severe. Next thing I know, my head is rotating around in circles clockwise with increasingly intensity and intensity and velocity…then slowing down…then counterclockwise. Repeat. And the visceral energy begins ramping up until my entire body is buzzing—somewhat comparable to the first activation via the Lyran energy on day one @ Lake Siskiyou, which you may have read about in PT1. And like that, I believe this was am activation of some kind.

As this goes on, I suddenly feel compelled to raise my right hand. The hand holding my palm-sized, Violet Flame-charged amethyst crystal above me up to the sun. I just knew I must without knowing why. No sooner than I do this does my entire right arm begin rotating with increasing intensity—clockwise (in opposition to my head)—then counterclockwise, after my head starts rotating clockwise! What the…?! All I can tell you is I know I wasn’t voluntarily, consciously doing this. I’m that guy that can’t easily rub my belly while tapping my head, so no way!

And like in the Siskiyou Lake heart-blasting open energy infusion, I then became filled with an exuberant joy and start audibly laughing out loud at the zaniness. And I swear, once I started laughing I had the distinct sense that LMN was laughing right along with me. What crazy bliss! No Molly required :>

If someone had happened upon me (which two guys did after it calmed down), they might of thought I was having a seizure in the midst of a psychiatric crackup. Then again, this is Mt Shasta. Not the first non-ordinary event to take place out here, and won’t be the last.

As this wound down, as my propeller head and spinning right arm head came to a stop, I just sat taking it all in. I then thought about what the location had to do with the difference, the quality of these sits, as compared to at home. I asked LMN whose energy was clearly still present, about this location. Why this spot? Significance? A portal or vortex? The response was unequivocally: Yes.

I ask, wait, then perceive the word Venusian in my minds eye. I check for accuracy. It’s confirmed, this spot is some kind of Venusian Portal. I then inquire about about the light being that came in for the prior sit. Unsurprisingly, a Venusian Light Being that was.

Marveling at all this for a while during a bit of shavasana on my back, it became clear that this was it for today’s supernatural shenanigans on the mountain. I went back to *town to browse and regroup.

A Venusian Portal? That’s what I got.

And now I know why, despite my original vision for this trip, I was meant to go out alone to the Flats. That’s probably part of why it didn’t work out with my original guide. And perhaps why the mountain road didn’t re-open until my guided stuff on day one and two was complete.

Mysterious ways, always. (Something my last day out there only served to underscore).

Later, on the way back to my hotel, had the distinct feeling I was being nudged to sit again. So I did. My host was Saint Germain again. Believe it or not, these sits tend to energize, rather than deplete. So I was game. In this sit I was psychically immersed in brilliant violet colors in my mind right out of the gate. And the nature/purpose of this one was, apparently, to energetically upload me with Violet Transmuting Flame energy.

I’ll take it. What a day.

In an effort to keep these as bite size as possible, I’ll save the events of the next day, my last, for a PT4.

In the meantime,

Peace, Venusian Light, Deafening Silence and Stillness, and Supernatural Seizures…

I AM,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com / @therapyoutsidethebox

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

615.430.2778

*P.S….found this is in the local gift shop…

Taking bets on whether you think I bought these or not :)

2023 Magical Journey to Mt Shasta (PT2)

Fresh off my first opportunity to begin integrating the downloads, activations, codes and energetic infusions I experienced at Mt Shasta (with the help of an interdimensional feminine and masculine Avatar, yesterday and today, respectively) this piece covers day two of my magical journey.

Enjoy!

8/25/23 - Destination # 1

I met up with Roxy, my intrepid guide this morning at the Gateway Peace Garden, a private residence turned outdoor shrine to symbolizing world peace and providing a gathering place for proponents.

The Peace Garden has a God Pole, a Peace Pole, a Mother Mary labyrinth, a Mary Garden, prayer flags all around, and Quan Yin circle. Quan Yin is the great Goddess and Mother of Compassion. A beautiful expression of the Divine Mother, associated with eastern/oriental spiritual traditions. Quan Yin, along with both Mary’s and others have been communing with me in my personal sits (and more recently in my work) for a few years now. So much of what takes place in my Spiritual Healing offering is led by Divine Feminine forces, so what a joy to visit this heavily Div Fem-loaded place and kick off day two here. I had it on my list anyway. And since the main mountain road was still closed as of that morning, perfect.

We walked the labyrinth, set intentions, prayed, and then settled in for another crystal alchemy singing bowl-assisted activation in the Quan Yin garden, which felt right to both of us.

If day one started off with an heightened energetic bang (See PT1 if you missed that), today was with an observant calm. A slow burn. Equally as wonderful.

Roxy got her bowls and invocations going. As I entered into a reverent state and setteled into a meditation, my head starts its infinity symbol movement and I right away get that, unsurprisingly, my/our host for this session is Quan Yin.

It was a lovely sit, if otherwise unremarkable. Save for at one point the energy, likely enhanced by the intensity and vibration of the crystal bowls and the power and significance of the spoken word activation, seemed to really ramp up. The velocity of my involuntary head movement (PT3 foreshadowing…) then got so intense that I actually lost upright balance and fell backwards. I was seated of course, so it was more humorous than anything. Oh the hazards of woo woo work :>

We wrapped up the Peace Garden visit with another walk through and I wrote a prayer on one of the cloths and hung it on the fence which people have been doing since the garden was built. What a beautiful place.

Check out these pics…

Peace Central

Quan Yin Circle

Mary Labyrinth

Closer Mary View

Peace Pole

Peace Banner

Destination # 2

We leave the Peace Garden and head out to McCloud Falls. This is one powerful, magnificent waterfall with a high cliff where a tour group of teens were jumping off into the basin below. Needless to say, at age 53, I declined the cortisol spike routine.

We crawled our way through the rocky, hilly, slippery wet terrain to get as close to the main wall of rushing water as possible. Roxy got in and swam around, which impressed (and mildly emasculated me, I’ll admit) cause that shit was fucking freezing. Instead I got to as near the center of the falls without being right under it to take in the power and energy.

McCloud Falls is, like so many places at Mt Shasta, a know energetic hotspot.

I get situated standing in a secure areas on a rock, say a few prayers, give thanks for this natural wonderland and express gratitude for being at this majestic mountain. I remember feeling a mild trance-like state come on while standing and staring at the rushing cascades and just hanging out in a state of being ‘open to receive.’ That calm but steady kind of hydra power is naturally trance inducing, I’ll say.

Next thing I know I perceive a download/transmission coming on. A mental impression of this exact sentence then arrives in my psyche:

“You are closer to home than you’ve ever been before.”

I check with my higher guidance for discernment and clarification in the quick and dirty way [the ‘Holy Discernment’ gift I was graced with years back that came in the form of an always available subtle head nod- up for yes/true, left/right for no/false, to any query or sustained thought]. This was my own thought?: ‘No.’ I imagined it?: ‘No.’ A transmission?: ‘Yes.’ From a higher source?: ‘Yes.’ Perceived/received correctly?: Then the quick run through the usual suspects- guides, masters, angel collectives etc and the affirmative on the source of delivery is my gateway guide, Saint Germain.

I stood there taking that in for a good while.

I’ve been and will continue to ponder what exactly this means to me, as it can obviously be interpreted in more ways than one. At the least, I take it as a confirmation that I was indeed called to the mountain. And that I’ll likely be coming back.

This is why guides out here like Roxy, herself called to/by the mountain, typically greet tour-ees with “Welcome home.”

McCloud Falls, site of a download from Saint Germain

McCloud Falls view from above, with sun codes a plenty

Since we spent a considerable amount of time at the Peace Garden and McCloud Falls (plus the travel time to get to the Falls), this was it for my time with Roxy. We left there and she promised to text with ideas, other destinations and magic places to consider and over my next two days.

After heading back to the town of Mt Shasta to browse and buy a few books, crystals and stuff, I decided to head back to Castle Lake. I get there, find the path we took out to the spot we worked in, and while searching along the lakes edge, I stumble upon a totally un-phased, totally topless lone sunbather, in all her half-naked exhibitionistic glory, sprawled out on a big flat rock. Hey, it’s California. Apparently, still the 60s there :>

I eventually find the spot where the Ancient Egyptian energy infusion took place. I did a meditation, this one hosted by a Light Being of unknown origin. And wouldn’t you know—this time sans vibration and sound of singing bowls like the day before—a parade of ducks again came waddling right up to me as I silently sat there!

Woo-attracted ducks :>

And for The Divine finale of Day Two….

Just after leaving Castle Lake, as I get to the bottom of the long and winding road, Roxy texts: “The main road to the mountain just re-opened!”

My heart leapt with joy!

If you missed this in PT1, the day I arrived I found out the main road to the mountain—the one to the very spots I had staked out to go to for my last two days solo— got shut down due to mud slides. I prayed, politely requesting intervention if it was the will of the Divine that I get to access the places where Saint Germain was said to have appeared in August of 1930, and to be led to some of the notorious portals and vortexes in and around Bunny Flats and Panther Meadows.

I check my HG on this and it is confirmed. Divine orchestration indeed at play here.

No words.

*Can it get any better?

In PT3 I’ll be sharing about my solo expeditions at Bunny Flats on day three, and Panther Meadows on day four.

(*SPOILER ALERT: IT GOT BETTER).

Until then,

Peace Gardens, Divine Mothers of Compassion, Ducks, Topless Sunburns, and Divine Interventions,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

therapyoutsidethebox.com / @therapyoutsidethebox

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

615.430.2778

2023 Magical Journey to Mt Shasta (PT 1)

I think this is going to be a 3, possibly 4 part series to keep it from being the world’s longest blog post hardly anyone will read :> PT 1 here is about what all led to the decision to go, and my experiences on day one which started off with quite a bang. The next installments will likely be more concise.

Quick caveat: If you’re not familiar with me, or the type of phenomena described herein, you’ll likely arrive one of two polarized conclusions. 1) Some combination of: I get it/I’m inspired/I gotta go to Mt Shasta/I might want to work with this guy. 2) This dude flipped his lid. Delusional. He has no business working as a mental health professional. Fair. No contest. Truth is, I probably flipped my lid a long time ago. Multiple times. Might have even come out my sweet mama’s womb flipped. Just probably not in the way you may have been programmed to believe or interpret such a concept. As for me, my only regret is how long it took me to break the shackles of consensus reality conditioning, dissolve associated fear, inhabit courage, and fully, proudly wave my freak flag. How I look at it now is that I’ve gone nearly completely sane. In any case, I’m good with whatever you take from this, and what you may determine about yours truly. Perception is reality. And we see things as we are. Through a glass darkly, until we shed the meat suit. And even then, who knows.

Mostly, I’m writing this for documentation of my Mt Shasta experience. And, to attempt to convey what can happen when, with a little curiosity, faith and wonder, one opens up to a possibilistic view of life. And to the endless generosity, availability (but for the asking), infinitely pure love, grace and mercy of the Godhead; of the spirit world at large, and all that lies beyond the boundaries of 3D constructs.

Enjoy!

CALL OF THE MOUntain

As with lot of other sacred spaces around the world, as they say, the Mountain calls you.

Knowing even the little bit I did about the root chakra of the earth, as Native Americans deemed Mt Shasta, when I first heard this phenomena of being (psychically) called to it, I was intrigued. Then about 4 months ago, things about it started popping up everywhere. Including looking up one day while driving to see a tow trailer in front of me with SHASTA in big bold letters on the interstate as I’m literally pondering and deliberating deliberating about taking the trip, and mildly stressing about the expense, leaving my family, etc. I mean, what?

Before that were minds-eye visions, a dream of being there, then finally more than one channeled conformational message at the conclusion of recent meditations/spirit communions.

It was at that point that I knew the Mountain does in fact call us to her. Some say she’s calling us home. I now actually have one concrete reason to believe this as well, which I’ll mention in PT 2.

There’s even a Gaia documentary entitled Call of the Mountain, largely based on the experience of one who calls himself Paul of Venus, a Mt Shasta spiritual tour guide.

When I answered the call, I booked a tour of the mountain’s notorious hotspots—to get a feel for the various legendary interdimensional inner earth (not flat earth, inner earth. See: Agartha, Telos, purported connection to Lemuria, Atlantis) and other portals and vortexes, with Paul. Somehow, come two days before departure it got entirely screwed up on his electronic scheduling side, so it never come to pass. But as I surrendered the entire trip and everything about it to The Divine and my guides/higher guidance (heretofore ‘HG’), I concluded it was not meant to be with him. Fortunately, I had a second guide lined up, so I doubled up with her, and all was well.

No doubt

Saint Germain connection

Given that my post-Dark Night of the Soul/awakening-initiation ‘gateway guide,’ or ‘Ascended Master of Ceremonies,’ as I comically think of it, is Saint Germain (not just him, but he’s the main), the immortal Master Alchemist, Avatar of Aquarius, and purveyor of the Violet Transmuting Flame, loosely associated with the Rosicrucianism and Theosophy (Read: ‘Divine Union’) whose entire esoteric legacy begins with his documented appearance on Mt Shasta back in the 1930s, from which followed a series of dictations, books, and an entire ‘I AM’ movement, it made sense that I would get the call.

Perhaps even more sense that it would come just shortly after voice channeling came online, coinciding with the roll out of my 100% spirit-guided offering: A Spiritual Healing approach which is essentially an extension of my personal spirit communion/opening-to-channel odyssey that I was recently nudged to begin incorporating into my work. I was also instructed to name it: Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission. A mouthful, I know.

Anyway I figured going to the mountain would only stand to enhance this process, my work, and personal initiation odyssey in general. So why not go? But I had subtle misgivings. And then came a Divinely-inspired idea (i.e. download) as to how to generate additional means one day (something I never would have considered) to make the decision easier budget wise. Needless to say, I followed through on it. And it delivered even more than anticipated. Upon returning home, a generous, unanticipated check was waiting. And wouldn’t you know, the sum total of this means-generating idea covered the entire expense of the trip, almost to the dollar.

Ask, Believe, Receive, once again.

prep

In anticipation of heading out, I did my best to let go all expectations and attachments outcomes; to surrender, as mentioned, the entire journey to The Divine and my guides. As you’ll see, I was not disappointed. And neither would you be if you’re so inspired to set up some complete surrender experiments. For me, that’s how this whole Outside the Box thing happened. That is, after nearly completely losing my mind and regaining a new and improved one following an insidious, near ten year DNOTS/burnout/midlife/existential crisis. I’m so beyond grateful for it now there aren’t even words. Because I’m now virtually totally free of fear and doubt (discernment yes, doubt, no)—especially with regard to being cared for and led but for the asking by a veritable army of higher sources, as well as about how I’m viewed by others/the outside world. My life, my work, and everything else has only gotten exponentially more beautiful, secure, connected, fulfilling, and magical since surrendering completely to a divinely guided life path. It can for you, too. This Universal law does not discriminate.

And as I wrote on my About page somewhere, if the Devil and his minions are pulling one over on me, they’re doing a helluva shitty job.

arrival

So I flew out on August 23rd, drove the hour from Redding to Shasta, and was completely awestruck by the first few glimpses of the mountain as I neared my destination. Got a good nights sleep, and bright and early the next morning meet up with my human guide, Roxy Ghoriashy.

To her great credit, and my infinite gratitude, this lady saved the day by rearranging her schedule to take me out on my first day there after my previously scheduled tour with Paul of Venus fell through. A sprightly woman of Persian decent with a notable lisp, Roxy arrived dressed like a cross between a Pixie, Barbara Eden in I Dream of Genie, and Vina, the dancing ‘Green Lady’ from that original Star Trek episode (minus the full body green paint). I’d expect no less from a modern mystic, starseed, galactic light language speaker, crystal alchemy singing bowler, author of a book of poetry titled I Am Cosmic Stardust, and Mt Shasta spiritual tour guide, herself was called the Mountain and never left.

My kind of people, apparently :>

8/24/23 - destination #1

I find out the road to the actual mountain was closed due to recent mudslides, which temporarily bummed me out until I remembered and recommitted to all according Divine plan. I said a prayer for the highest and best good to come to pass regarding this. We instead today head to some of the surrounding lakes and waterfalls, themselves notorious energetic hotspots. Roxy’s view, and that of many others, is that the entire mountain and the natural wonders surrounding it are all active containers of ancient and interdimensional energy, vortexes and portals, etc. All we need do is approach with intention to connect to and experience this energy, be open to receive/perceive, and assist with reverent prayers, rituals, activations, and engage a meditative state. I’m down.

We start at a spot along Lake Siskiyou. The view of the mountain from there is breathtaking. We get a little acquainted, get grounded, and prepare for a meditation. Roxy begins an invocation that organically morphs into light language. When you first hear light language spoken, it’s bizarre sounding. Indecipherable, and probably sounds like gibberish to most. After all, it’s said to be a native cosmic/galactic culture language transmission, so of course it’s not going to sound familiar. All I know is I’m intrigued when I hear it.

In this case, to my surprise, it seemed to initiate something entirely beyond mere intrigue.

Not 3 minutes after the light language portion commenced, I started feeling something distinct, mainly in my chest. It quickly escalated in waves into a palpable, powerful energetic heart expansion/opening as if something extremely powerful, pure and immensely loving was arising from deep within my heart cavity, yet clearing being initiated from without.

From there, waves and waves of an oscillating, full body energy immersion took place. How, what, why, caused by what exactly I did not know. I tried to stay out of my head and just experience it. And there was nothing in me that didn’t welcome it, and it literally felt other-worldy (a clue). Then an intensely beautiful escalating wave of pure joy and ecstasy took me to the brink, to the point that I remember telling my guide I thought I might burst into tears. She said she might cry if I did! We laughed and went with it.

It was at this point, perhaps partially to forestall erupting into tears, I thought to check with my HG on what/who is responsible for this sensation? I quickly run through my punch list of the higher guides, holy ones, masters, angels and various galactic collectives that have connected with me over the last years—as well as those fabled ancient cultures (Lemurians, Telosians, etc) and galactic /cosmic cultures long associated with Mt Shasta (Arcturians, Pleiadeans, etc). I get no immediate hits.

Not one to give up, I keep checking, and suddenly get a ‘yes’ on Lyran. Yes, this was Lyran collective cosmic energy, according to my HG. According to some Lyra, in the constellation of Vega (I think), is the origin point of multidimensional life in the Universe. Lyrans are considered cosmically to be a most ancient galactic culture, and super high frequency Star Beings. They’re also said to be Feline—lion beings—by some white lions and lioness Gods and Goddesses of pure love, peace, and light. There’s allegedly also a Lyran Avian culture, but my hit was on Lyran Feline energy infusing me here with pure heart blasting love and joy. I’ll take it.

I shared this with Roxy and then suddenly felt the need to get up, move my body, and disperse the energy. I half regret this now, wondering, how long might it have lasted if I hung in there and let it do its thing? Where else would it have gone? What else might have happened? Oh well. In any case, wow, what a way to kick it off.

Most unexpected.

Shasta over Lake Siskiyou

destination #2

We find a perfect spot right along the edge of Castle Lake. It being a weekday, presumably, just like at Siskiyou, hardly anyone in sight. Roxy set up her crystal alchemy bowls and we settle in for a singing-bowl vibration/tone assisted light code activation meditation. I didn’t ask specifics because it didn’t feel necessary. The setting was serene and alive, and the vibe thus far with my intrepid guide on point. And after what I had just viscerally experienced, why question?

Castle lake, the lore about it, is that it’s situated literally on top of an ancient Lemurian crystal castle. Meaning, there’s said to be active post-destruction Atlantean/Lemurian (See: Rudolph Steiner, Edgar Cayce) second and third root race defectors alive and well, living under Castle Lake. This is connected to the mythos of the earths far reaching, hidden inner world known as Agartha, said to be inhabited by an Agarthan culture, as well as more interdimensionally by Telos/Telosian culture, as well as it being connected to portals/gateways for other more conventionally galactic interdimensional positive polarity/benevolent “ET’s” such as Arcturians, Pleiadeans, and Venusians.

That out there enough for you?

Whether fact or fiction, mythic/woo woo legend or possible mystical non-consensus reality paradoxical truth along the lines of Neils Bohr’s famous statement about your theory is crazy but not crazy enough to be true, I don’t know. But I’m a possibilist, so I’ll leave it there. Reader decide.

Once the invocation, activation and crystal bowl tones got going, a parade of ducks come right up to us, presumably responding to the tone and vibrations of the bowls echoing across and throughout the lake. That was interesting. I don’t think I’ve seen ducks swim up toward humans outside of ponds where they’ve grown accustomed to being fed.

Then I soon start feeling some kind of energy. And energy that felt distinctly other, and good. Serious. Almost erudite, somehow. But safe, and good.

I suddenly feel moved to leave my on-land meditative perch and get into the lake. Once in the beautiful clean, pure water Mt Shasta is known for, I remember looking out, vibrating along with the singling bowl tones, turn away from my guide, gazing across the lake, and begin fixating upon a particular portion of the mountain. I fall into a peaceful,. reverent, mild trance-like state. No sooner I begin to perceive—more along the lines of mental/cognitive perception or download—Ancient Egyptian energy present with and within me. I mention it to Roxy. She says ‘wow!’ laughs, continues toning the bowls and repeating her ad-lib spoken word activation.

I checked my HG but couldn’t nail down who exactly was with me. Isis? No. Osiris? No. Horus? No. Ra? No. A collective? Yes. That’s the most I could get. Fair enough. I go with it.

I suppose sense can be made as to why I connected with Egyptian energy, and why here and now in this place, at least given the reputed galactic origin of the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses. And the connection between the Ascended Masters I’m in communion with and the ancient Egyptian Mystery Schools, and Temples of Initiation at Luxor where many a Master including Yeshua/Christ was said to be instructed and initiated during his apparent missing years (roughly 15-32).

Anyway, next thing I know I’m downloading that I-my soul-this soul-lived a (past) life in ancient Egypt. Which of course reminds me right away of my last psychedelic experience (5grms of Guadalajara mushrooms last October) where I spend a good deal of time in a trippy ancient Egyptian setting after being rebirthed into the womb of Gaia via a hedgehog (reminiscent of the Egyptian Hedgehog Goddess Abaset).

And that was it, just that. Transmission/download complete, followed by an incredible wave of pure bliss. Different from the blissful, joyful waves just experienced at Siskiyou, but amazing nonetheless. Comparable to a sense of relief at having just been handed a key, or key piece of the puzzle.

Once before in a healing session with someone who would bring through intuitive past life impressions, the same thing was interpreted to me. That I was the brother or son of a pharaoh in ancient Egypt, or something. It meant little at the time, and this person turned out to be problematic, so I had written it off. But this is harder to dismiss. I don’t generally put a lot of energy into the past life thing, but, coming the way it did here, and because this entire trip was destined, I’m inclined to give it a extra credence.

In any case, given the purported connection between Ancient Egypt the fabled Lemurian and Atlantean civilizations, galactic/cosmic cultures, and Mt Shasta, perhaps this is how I was meant to perceive it.

Pure Bliss in Castle Lake

Roxy preparing for crystal alchemy bowl light code activation @ Castle Lake

Destination #3

On quite a high from the experiences at both lakes, we head over to our last location for the day, Faery Falls. Faery Falls is well known in the woo woo circles to have a strong Arcturian energy connection, and to generally be a vortex-type spot in its own right.

Faery Falls is beautiful. Not huge, remote, but ethereal and definitely earthy-elemental in that fairy and gnomish kind of way. We didn’t do any kind of activation or ritual in this locale. We just got in there, frolicked around in the water, leaned up against the ‘Arcturian wall,’ invoked, prayed, and soaked up the energy.

I took a few pics a brief videos at the outset, and my guide took more while there. It was a peaceful, connected, joyful experience all its own.

I’ll finish this [PT 1] out with a few choice pics that paint an interesting picture of possible energetic/spiritual phenomenon photographically evident. No downloads, heart-openings or other wildly visceral experience like in the previous locations. Just a blissful time wading in the cascading water of the falls, and continuous curiosity about what can be seen in the images captured, posted below.

Violet Flame of Saint Germain + Plasma orb?

Violet Flame?

Roxy looks at this yellow band as light code. My HG identifies it as Sirian.

Yellow orb?

Giving thanks and signing off for the day…

We departed Faery Falls and bid each other adieux for the day, reconnecting the next for more. That will be the focus of PT 2, while PT 3 will be about my last two days solo out on the mountain with nature, deafening silence, and the presence of multiple higher sources who called me out there :>

In the meantime…

Peace, Feline Being Love, Plasma Orb Energy, and Ancient Egyptian Blessings,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

therapyoutsidethebox.com / @therapyoutsidethebox

615.430.2778

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission

“I never said it was possible, I only said it was true”

-Sir William Crooks 1874

Words fail, especially when attempting to describe the ineffable. This most definitely applies to describing a more or less silent, entirely spirit-guided method, like this new Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission process I’m facilitating.

But if you know me at all, you know I got some words. English major. All verbal, no math. So I’ll give it a college try :)

While I work toward formally writing and uploading the web page for this on my site, the following is the summary description as place-holder:

‘Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission is an organic extension of my personal spiritual practice and process. Essentially this is a facilitated mystical experience (FME), whereby a sacred geometrical toroidal/torus field is generated, allowing for co-created immersive contact with one or more emissaries of the Father/Mother Source-God - ‘I AM Presence’ within Christ Consciousness (ex: Seraphim, Elohim, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Melchizedek, Ascended Masters, Benevolent-Positive Polarity Galactic Guides, etc).

This is a 100% higher source/pure consciousness-guided offering. My role in it is simply a grounding force, conduit/bridge, and discernment gate keeper, if you will.

In other words, this is no conventional therapy. Probably not best thought of as a ‘therapy’ at all. Definitely ‘‘off label!’

Examples are what it can be used for are (but not limited to):

-Practice faith, trust and surrender to Divine Will by having/setting no intention save for whatever is in ‘the highest and best good’ to be the objective for the session

-Spiritual awareness and healing in general

-Trauma healing support

-Nervous system & energetic body balancing/attunement

-Higher self embodiment

-Dissolving fear down to the cellular level

-Ancestral/generational pattern releasing

-Emotional, energetic & creative block clearing

-Negative karma dissolution, ascension support

-Ascension support/crystaline light body activation

-Awakening intuition

-Aligning with the frequency of abundance/prosperity consciousness

-Compassionate detachment of foreign entities/energetic parasites (i.e. ‘unattached burdens’)

…Or whatever else you can conceive as long as it’s in your ‘highest and best good.’

Sky’s the limit in terms of application. Because, what can’t Spirit do?

No particular belief or buy-in is necessary as to the actual sources, i.e who/what is doing the work—sometimes referred to as ontological agnosticism. While the felt-sense of the experience varies by person, and can range from the clam-subtle to the visceral-profound, an open mind, state of receptivity, an attitude of awe, reverence, and absence of fear is all that’s required.

A Q&A opportunity often concludes the session, with yours truly doing his best as a new conscious voice channel to bring through clear answers to questions about what took place in the session.

SERVICE IS AVAILABLE NOW, including on a consultation, or ‘a la carte’ basis for those not already working with me and who do not wish to become a formal therapy client. Available in-person, remotely, including soon via virtual small group format.’

multidimensional wha? (ORIGIN OF THE NAME)

Quite a title, huh? A client of mine called it a ‘powerhouse’ of a name. To which I said, ‘What less would we expect from Spirit?!’ What I mean by that is that the name itself was transmitted, i.e. downloaded, in a few parts, after I followed prompts to offer clients the opportunity, at their choosing, of turning over sessions completely to The Divine and seeing what happens.

After a handful of these, and jazzed by what took place, I started feeling and envisioning this as a formal separate offering. I started to think of what to call it and my higher guidance (HG) said not yet. I waited, and within about two weeks, during one of my opening to channel/spiritual initiation meditations, I started to get the downloads. Originally I had it backwards. Then I somehow figured it out :>

‘concrescence’

This is a term I learned from listening to talks by the late psychonautical mad genius Terence McKenna. It essentially means the growing together (of particles, for example). It applies here because MDLT is exactly that—a merging, a coming together of my post-burnout/temporary madness-infused Dark Night of the Soul/Awakening experience cum spiritual initiation odyssey with my professional life/therapeutic modalities. Kinda like the way couples who’ve been together forever start to look alike. Or how dog owners start to look like their pooch, for better or worse :>

I had already been consciously merging my interests, such as with my intuitively-guided Subconscious Heal and Release energy-psychology-based approach, and my psycho-spiritual/transpersonal approach to Internal Family Systems Therapy (IFS). But this alchemical ‘concrescence’ came together involuntarily, purely at the behest of spirit. I had no conscious intention to bring what’s been occurring in my personal spiritual journey into the clinical setting in such a direct, hands-off the wheel kind of way. But if I’ve learned anything from the last few years, it’s to trust the Divine/Spirit and my HG implicitly. It will not steer me wrong, and wherever it leads me is most certainly in and for the highest and best good.

guinea pigs

While the vast majority of Therapy Outside the Box clients are at the very least spiritually curious and open-minded. But a few intrepid, seasoned ones were my test pilots for MDLT. And it happened organically. Meaning, as I check in each morning on what’s in the highest and best good from the perspective of Spirit/HG for each, I started to get clear clairsentient/claircognizant nudges to surrender completely by offering entirely spirit-guided sessions that would closely resemble my own personal spiritual process. It was intuitive from there to simply open up the session with invitation/invocation of the highest and holiest (etc), a prayer of protection protocol, hold the violet flame-charged amethyst crystal I was guided to obtain (for grounding of energy), have my client verbalize a specific ask/request, and let higher forces come in and take it from there.

It’s really that simple. It’s basically: invite/invoke, surrender, ask, perceive, receive, let go/go inside, allow, perceive, give thanks.

infinity symbol bobble head

What happens on my end during MDLT is what happens during my personal work. Once whomever comes in as my/our spiritual host/active agent for the session (individual or collective energy, and sometimes more than one), I know we’ve begun by the involuntary action that begins in my body. Specifically, my head, as it begins to wobble back and forth, mostly left to right, in the figure eight-infinity symbol formation.

Back some years ago when I was surrendering like my sanity depended on it (it did) and meditating during the onset of the psychic state of madness I found myself in, asking only for clarity and to be shown a new way forward (in work, life, pretty much everything), how I knew something truly mystical, transpersonal (beyond the self) began to take place was by the onset of this unique (to me) biophysical phenomena. Meaning, while sitting, surrendering and praying for help, my head began involuntarily and intelligently wobbling in the aforementioned shape/formation and never stopped with each successive sit. This corresponded with the perceiving of a few mental downloads—messages that let me know I was being heard, supported, to trust, have faith, etc.

A few months later, I began to notice that my head would begin to involuntarily nod up or down, to signify ‘true/yes,’ or ‘false/no’ at other times, in response to literally anything I’d ask or even think with intention.

This followed from one particular transmission/download during an earlier meditation in which I received the unmistakably clear message:

‘You are being given the gift of Holy discernment.’

I wasn’t sure what that meant at the time, and am still not positive. But after the head nod—like a built-in auto muscle test phenomenon began—it occurred to me that this was likely that referenced gift-in-action. It is in effect a discernment tool. And it comes in pretty handy, I must say.

sacred geometrical toroidial/torus field

Mechanically speaking, Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission appears to work via initiation of a Toroidal Field. This is a physics-based concept, although like the Flower of Life Symbol, it’s been long-associated with metaphysics and sacred geometry. My crude understanding is that MDLT works energetically off the principle of the creation of a toroidal/torus flow field by emanating spiritual/energetic power from Source via whoever the host/guide/agent/collective answers the call. It ‘powers up’ through yours truly as grounding/conduit/bridge, through the recipient, and back up, and around and around it goes until complete.

How do I know this? Only because I intuited and began to see it in my minds eye during the very first few sessions of doing this with my spiritually intrepid guinea pigs. I went searching for what known concepts would help explain this imagery and I knew that many respected healers, energy workers, channelers and medical intuitives report a similar mechanism at play in their work with people. It’s a well worn road, in the metaphysical healing world anyway. And here we are.

flower of life Symbol

The Flower of Life, one of the most beautiful and sacred symbols in existence, and one of the foundational symbols of all sacred geometry, originates in one circle, with all other circles built up around that. It posits and illustrates how all life is part of, and an expression of, a divine, geometric plan. In short, all structures known to us are following this plan. Hence, it’s a symbol that represents and depicts the entire primordial cycle of creation. It encapsulates how all life and consciousness arises from one source (i.e. The Law of One)—the first/original circle.

The next six circles are identical with the cell division process. Therefore, it’s a model of God’s Creation.

You, the reader, are likely familiar with this already. I include this here simply as a reference point for which to consider the toroidal/torus energy phenomenon as flowing from sacred geometry, as all life primordially and conceptually flows from and out of it.

applications

As described above, Multidimenional Divine Light Transmission is 100% spirit/higher source-guided and directed. My role as I understand it is simply a grounding force, to allow the spiritual force and information to flow through me, and to ensure via my own discernment that who/what answers the invitation is of the highest and holiest love and light quality. It’s it’s these highest and holiest emissaries of the Divine, Supreme Beings, Angel Collectives, Ascended and other Masters, Mother Mary, Benevolent/Positive Polarity ETs and others that decide (on a dime apparently) who or what combination or collective is best suited to assist any time we initiate the process. Just as in my own personal initiation work.

Examples of what it can be invoked for are offered in the sample description up top. But even as of this writing, MDLT sessions conducted since that description continue to demonstrate that there is no limit to what Spirit can do (only to what we can perceive and believe). Yet, belief, in any particular thing—including who or what is doing the work—is not even necessary. ‘Ontological Agnosticism,’ and even healthy skepticism is fine.

What we must possess though is an attitude of willingness (free will/freely choose to participate), awe, respect, a little faith doesn’t hurt, surrendering of expectations and outcome, and perhaps most essential, absence of fear. Because as I understand it, no energy/spirit/guide etc aligned with Christ Consciousness/Source is going to override our own will, or proceed when we’re fearful, unhealthily skeptical, etc.

Paradoxically, my last client to experience MDLT asked for help in becoming free of fear! But he had no fear whatsoever about allowing Spirit to work for and through him. At the end I channeled (more below) a response to his questions about what occurred. It was confirmed that he indeed received a spiritual/energetic ‘washing’ (Elohim the active agent in this session)—a cleansing away of fear down to the cellular level. He was as blown away as I was.

Otherwise, what people personally experience ranges from the imperceptible/subtle—a sense of peace of calm at the very least—to the energetically and viscerally epic. The mean (average) is somewhere in between. Much of what is perceived thus far appears to depend at least to some degree upon the spiritual sensitivity, openness and readiness of the recipient. Whether subtle or profound, I wholeheartedly believe the benefits are exactly in accord with what the higher forces who attend deem to be in the highest and best good of the recipient. No less, no more.

channeling componant

My conscious voice channeling is new—newly come on line—although I’ve been in a spirit-guided preparation process for some time. Never did it occur to me that the onset of it would be in the context of my work life!

It technically began on Mothers Day morning of this year, when I initiated this process with my wife who agreed to submit to it in search of clarity/assistance with a massive 8 out of 10 migraine headache. This session, conducted by the Seraphim, brought it down to a manageable 3 in less than an hour, allowing her to continue on with the day’s festivities. At the end, my wife spontaneously asked out loud about the root cause of her migraines and I began to speak to it. No more than 15 seconds in, I found myself saying “wait a minute…I think I’m full-on channeling this response!?” Everything in me affirmed that indeed I was.

All but one MDLT session conducted with my own clients since then (at least 6) have included this Q&A style channeled response to what was experienced and/or what was provided in the session. According to my own HG, my accuracy is somewhere between 85-95% so far. I’ll take it. In the end, this isn’t the most important part. Just a little lagniappe, as they say down in N’Awlins. ‘A litle something extra.’

If YOU are curious about experiencing a 1:1 Multidimensional Divine Light Transmission session on a consultation / a la carte basis, or if you’re interested in joining the INTEREST LIST for the virtual/remote group transmission sessions I plan to launch soon, get in touch!

Likewise, if you’re seeking a therapist in Nashville TN, a therapist in Franklin TN or interested in seeing if were aligned to work together virtually anywhere in the world via the services I offer remotely as part of Therapy Outside the Box, you may email me at: chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com, call me directly @ 615.430-2778 or send a message via my Contact form.

Peace, Love, and MDLT :>

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com

Near-Death-Related Experiences

Repost:

The following is a list-based description, courtesy of IANDS (International Association for Near-Death Studies), an organization in which I maintain membership, of some of the types of Trasnspersonal or potentially Spiritually Transformative Experiences (STEs) that can accompany and/or are related to NDE’s.

Anomalous human experiences are of great personal and professional interest to me as I work with folks who’ve undergone these things as part of my Support for Extraordinary Experience (S.E.E.) subspecialty, listed under Spiritual Support on my website.

Many find it helpful to have names of descriptions of the more unusual things we may encounter in this domain, to help contextualize and normalize that which are not everyday occurrences. Or are they? You might be surprised. I often am, still!

What Are “Related Experiences?”

IANDS’s articles of incorporation indicate that our organization’s focus is “near-death and similar experiences.” Throughout our website, we also refer to “near-death and related experiences.” Although IANDS’s primary focus has been and continues to be near-death experiences (NDEs), the questions arise: What are these similar and related experiences, under what circumstances do they occur, and how do they relate to the term “spiritually transformative experiences” (STEs)?

We begin with a list of three categories of “related and similar” experiences that is inclusive, though not exhaustive. One category is experiences that can occur during NDEs and also outside the context of a close brush with death. These include, but are not limited to:

• Out-of-body experience (OBE) – in which a person experiences their consciousness located and functioning outside their physical body (Tart, 2009),

• Telepathy – in which a person encounters and communicates “mind-to-mind” with another living or transmaterial being (Tart, 2009; Watt & Tierney, 2014),

• After-death communication (ADC) – in which a living person experiences the presence of a physically deceased person or animal (Holden, 2017),

• Past-life memory – in which a person recalls a previous lifetime as a different person or other entity (Mills & Tucker, 2014),

• Precognition – in which a person perceives a future event in the absence of any normal way of predicting it (Tart, 2009; Watt & Tierney, 2014),

• Remote viewing – in which a person visualizes physical events outside the normal range of perception in the absence of any normal way of perceiving them (Tart, 2009),

• Mystical experience – which “diverges in fundamental ways from ordinary conscious awareness and leaves a strong impression of having encountered a reality radically different from the sensory-based world of everyday experience . . . often stand[ing] out as joyous, defining moments in [experiencers’] lives” (Wulff, 2014, p. 370), and

• Anomalous healing of self – in which a person is healed in ways that transcend normal healing processes (Tart, 2009). A second category is experiences that can occur after NDEs—as well as in other circumstances apart from NDEs. These can include the above-listed experiences as well as:

• Anomalous healing of others – in which a person perceives the ability to promote healing in others through other-than-normal means (Krippner & Achterberg, 2014; Tart, 2009),

• Aura viewing – Perceiving white or colored light emanating from people and/or objects,

• Encounter with non-material entities – in which a person perceives the presence of and communication with one or more entities not of the material world, perhaps originally encountered during an NDE, such as light beings and orbs, 1 International Association for Near-Death Studies (IANDS) I 2741 Campus Walk Ave., Bldg. 500 l Durham, NC 27705 l iands.org

• Encounter with extraterrestrial beings – in which a person encounters beings from other worlds or dimensions (Appelle et al., 2014; Ring, 1993),

• Environmental sensitivity – in which a person is unusually sensitive to aspects of the environment such as chemicals and/or electrical fields (Blalock et al., 2015),

• Exceptional talent – in which a person becomes unusually interested and capable in a skill that previously was of little interest, such as playing and composing music,

• Kundalini awakening – in which a person experiences rushes of energy up the spine along with increased physical heat and perceptions of light, associated with spiritual development (Edwards, 2013),

• Lucid dreaming – in which one is conscious that one is dreaming while one is dreaming (LaBerge & Rheingold, 1991),

• Mediumship – in which a person serves as a medium of communication between a physically deceased person and a living person (Holden et al., 2014; Windbridge Research Center, 2021),

• Psychokinesis – in which a person moves an object or otherwise influences the environment, either intentionally or unintentionally, without the use of physical force (Tart, 2009); this category includes electromagnetic aftereffects whereby electronic devices in an NDEr’s vicinity malfunction (Blalock et al., 2015), and

• Shared-death experience – in which a living person shares in a dying person’s transition to the initial stages of an afterlife (Moody, 2010; Shared Crossing Research Initiative, 2021),

• Synesthesia – in which “an inducing stimulus produces, at the same time, two kinds of experience: a primary experience (sensory, perceptual, conceptual, affective) normally associate with that stimulus and an anomalous secondary experience in the same or another domain” (Marks, 2014, p. 81), such as having a particular sound also evoke an image of a particular color.

A third category is phenomena that do not typically occur either during or after NDEs but that, similar to NDEs, have implications for an understanding of consciousness, the mind-brain relationship, and a possible afterlife. These include:

• Nearing-death awareness – in which people with terminal illness have experiences such as impactful dreams and visions in the period just prior to their physical death (Callanan & Kelley, 1993; Kerr, 2020),

• Personality changes following heart transplant – in which heart transplant recipients manifest personality characteristics of their unknown donors (Leister, 2020), and

• Terminal lucidity – in which people with terminal illness who have organic brain impairment somehow have a period of lucid communication in the days prior to their physical death (Nahm, 2009). It is noteworthy that the above experiences can occur under a variety of circumstances. They can occur spontaneously in various contexts, including a close brush with death due to illness or to accidental or selfinflicted injury, but also during other extreme circumstances such as intense emotional arousal or extreme physical exertion – or for no apparent reason. They also can be facilitated by practices such as meditation, by the ingestion of entheogens such as psilocybin or ayahuasca, and by clinical psychotherapeutic procedures such as hypnosis, past life therapy, or Induced After-Death Communication (Foster & Holden, 2017). 2 International Association for Near-Death Studies (IANDS) I 2741 Campus Walk Ave., Bldg. 500 l Durham, NC 27705 l iands.org

How do these experiences relate to the term spiritually transformative experience (STE)?

The term was coined by psychiatrist Yvonne Kason (1994; 2008; 2019). Although she did not offer a definition of the term, she specified that STEs include mystical experiences, NDEs, psychic experiences, spontaneous inspired creativity, and spiritual energy/kundalini episodes. Thus, as regards the above list of experiences similar and related to NDEs, the term STE is problematic in at least three ways.

First, Kason’s list of STEs is incomplete, representing only some, but not all, experiences similar and related to NDEs. Second, even Kason acknowledged correctly that some people who have such experiences do not then transform spiritually—thus contradicting the term “spiritually transformative experience.” In addition, some people do not consider their experiences of these types to be “spiritual,” per se—and may react negatively to that term being imposed on their experience in contradiction to their own subjective view.

A more accurate, objective, and inclusive term might be helpful. One possibility is transpersonal experiences, because in NDEs and each of the related and similar experiences listed above, the experiencer in some way(s) transcends the usual personal limits of space, time, and/or identity. For example, in precognition and past life memories, the person has transcended the usual personal limits of time—knowing future or past events not usually known to them. In out-of-body experiences and remote viewing, the person has transcended the usual personal limits of space—perceiving the world from perspectives and locations not usually available to them.

Transpersonal experiencers are free to label their experiences “spiritual”—or not, as they wish. And such experiences may or may not result in transformation that might be considered spiritual, that is, movement in the direction of greater love, peace, and sense of connectedness to self, others, the world, and/or a domain and entities beyond the physical world.

References: Appelle, S., Lynn, S. J., Newman, L., & Malaktaris, A. (2014). Alien abduction experiences. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 213–240). American Psychological Association. Blalock, S., Holden, J. M., & Atwater, P. M. H. (2015). Electromagnetic and other environmental effects following near-death experiences: A primer. Journal of Near-Death Studies, 33(4), 181–211. https://doi.org/10.17514/JNDS-2015-33-4-p181-211. Callanan, M., & Kelley, P. (1992). Final gifts: Understanding the special awareness, needs, and communications of the dying. Simon & Schuster. Edwards, L. (2013). Awakening kundalini: The path to radical freedom. Sounds True. Foster, R. D., & Holden, J. M. (Eds). (2017). Connecting soul, spirit, mind, and body: A collection of spiritual and religious practices in counseling. Association for Spiritual Ethical, and Religious Values in Counseling. Holden, J. M. (2017). After-death communication. In R. D. Foster & J. M. Holden (Eds.), Connecting soul, spirit, mind, and body: A collection of spiritual and religious practices in counseling (pp. 3–11). Association for Spiritual Ethical, and Religious Values in Counseling. Holden, J. M., Foster, R. D., & Kinsey, L. (2014). Spontaneous mediumship experiences: A neglected aftereffect of near-death experiences. Journal of Near-Death Studies, 33(2), 69–85. https://doi.org/10.17514/JNDS2014-33-2-p67–85. Kason, Y. (1994). A farther shore: How near-death and other extraordinary experiences can change ordinary lives. HarperCollins. 3 International Association for Near-Death Studies (IANDS) I 2741 Campus Walk Ave., Bldg. 500 l Durham, NC 27705 l iands.org Kason, Y. (2008). Farther shores: Exploring how near-death, kundalini, and mystical experiences can transform ordinary lives. iUniverse. Kason, Y. (2019). Touched by the light: Exploring spiritually transformative experiences. Author. Kerr, C. (2020). Death is but a dream: Finding hope and meaning at life’s end. Avery. Krippner, S., & Achterberg, J. (2014). Anomalous healing experiences. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 273–302). American Psychological Association. LaBerge, S., & Rheingold, H. (1991). Exploring the world of lucid dreaming. Ballantine Books. Leister, M. (2020). Personality changes following heart transplantation: The role of cellular memory. Medical Hypotheses, 135, 10946. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.mehy.2019.109468 Marks, L. E. (2014). Synesthesia: A teeming multiplicity. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 79–108). American Psychological Association. Mills, A., & Tucker, J. B. (2014). Past-life experiences. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 303–332). American Psychological Association. Moody, R. A., with Perry, P. (2010). Glimpses of eternity. Guideposts. Nahm, M. (2009). Terminal lucidity in people with mental illness and other mental disability: An overview and implications for possible explanatory models. Journal of Near-Death Studies, 28, 87–106. https://doi.org/10.17514/JNDS-2009-28-2-p87-106. Ring, K. (1993). The Omega project: Near-death experiences, UFO encounters, and mind at large. Quill. Shared Crossing Research Initiative. (2021). Shared death experiences: A little-known type of end-of-life phenomena reported by caregivers and loved ones. American Journal of Hospice and Palliative Medicine. https://doi.org/10.1177/1049909121100045 Tart, C. T. (2009). The end of materialism: How evidence of the paranormal is bringing science and spirit together. New Harbinger. Watt, C., & Tierney, I. Psi-related experiences. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 241–272). American Psychological Association. Windbridge Research Center. (2021). Scientific research. https://www.windbridge.org/research/ Wulff, D. M. (2014). Mystical experiences. In E. Cardeña, S. J. Lynn, & S. Krippner (Eds.), Varieties of anomalous experience: Examining the scientific evidence (2nd ed., pp. 369–408). American Psychological Association.

- Janice Miner Holden, EdD, LPC-S, ACMHP with the IANDS Academic & Research Committee and IANDS Board of Directors

'Know Thyself as God'

I’ve been listening to intuitive channel Micheila Sheldan for some time now. I had a personal reading with her (something I rarely do) last year that was pretty mind blowing. I’m not moved by every channel out there. And not easily convinced of the veracity of much channeled information. A lot of it seems to be a mixture of absolute/highest truth and non-lower/false light astral source-based information, which all comes down to the discernment of both the channel and their audience. For this reason I’m as steadfast as possible in applying discernment in my own journey as an intuitive and emerging channel. For me, Micheila/the information she brings forth, passes the sniff test. One of the most compelling multidimensional channelers out there. But this information is not for everyone. Probably not most. For example, if the title of this talk strikes you as heretical or blasphemous, the this message is certainly not going to speak to you. But if you’re open, curious, intuitive, relatively fearless, reasonably awake, discerning, and a truth seeker above all—including with regard to our hidden cosmic history, multidimentionality, and about certain sacrosanct mainstream religious concepts, then you’ll enjoy this:

'Diagnosisgate'

“Not to know is bad. Not to wish to know is worse.”
—African proverb

I get asked sometimes about the basis of my criticism of psychiatric diagnosis, mainstream psychiatry, and the ‘ole pharmaceutical industrial complex. This article I came across from 2015 on the Mad in America blog is one supporting illustrations. As we can see clearly today in our major governmental, economic, big tech, media, medical and health-related institutions (with a little extra help from the court-ordered Pfizer trial data dump, the Twitter files, the intrepid work of Dr. Naomi Wolf, and undercover reporting of Project Veritas, for some examples), we now know the astounding collusion and corruption once relegated to the hall of conspiracy theory is entirely real. And as pervasive as it is corrosive. The erosion of trust in public health is at an all time high. It’s time for us all to wake up. Knowledge is power. But we must want to be informed, dig deep (deeper than Google), be willing to question everything, including our most cherished beliefs and alliances, politically and otherwise. And most important of all, refuse to blindly accept dominant culture, mainstream media narratives designed to misdirect, deceive, control, and keep us compliant, numb, unhealthy, and spaced out on latest tabloid drama. Facing the reality of the widespread collusion, unethical conflicts of interests, post-truth, anti-democratic silencing, unprecedented censorship, digital shadow banning and state-sponsored propaganda that have infiltrated so many areas of modern life is the first step to empowerment. Only then can we regain increasing sovereignty over our minds, bodies, health-related choices, and our future.

I’ll get off my outside the soapbox now :>

Diagnosisgate: A Major Media Blackout Mystery

By

Paula J. Caplan, PhD

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October 30, 2015

Remember “Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick”?  From the game called “Clue” in which you tried to solve a murder mystery?  There’s a current, all-too-true and serious mystery involving devastating consequences – even death – for uncounted but vast numbers of people, but in this one the culprits are known to a very few, while their motives remain mysterious.

Until their identities are widely exposed, and their motives are known, the full story of the harm will never be known. It is astonishing that despite six stories in the major media — including a recent, groundbreaking Huffington Post series — and the filing of numerous lawsuits, the names and conduct of the culprits have consistently been omitted.

The story that has been called “Diagnosisgate”[1] starts in 1995, when the man widely considered the world’s most important psychiatrist split a payoff of nearly one million dollars with two colleagues in exchange for doing two patently unethical and illegal things that created the groundwork for a major drug company to market falsely one of the most dangerous psychoactive drugs.

Part one: In return for almost half a million dollars, they ignored what was known about the drug in order to manufacture a practice guideline holding up that drug as the best drug among two whole classes of related drugs for treating people who were classified as “schizophrenic,” the other drugs being marketed by other drug companies. This created what is widely considered the “standard of care,” the treatment that therapists are supposed to follow and that they can use in the knowledge that they are well protected from lawsuits if they follow it and their patients are harmed. The very foundation of the guideline, that it was about “Schizophrenia,” is illegitimate, because – though this will surprise many people – that category has been shown to be unscientifically created and indeed has been called a wastebasket for a wide variety of feelings and behavior, many of which are caused by psychiatric drugs.[2]

Part two: After the triumvirate received a bonus of $65,000 for creating the guideline speedily, their top psychiatrist  wrote to the same drug company, announcing that the three had constituted themselves as an entity that was prepared, in return for about another half million dollars, to create a marketing plan for the drug. The details included finding “key opinion leaders” (KOLs), who were prominent professionals in powerful positions – such as heads of state mental health or prison systems – and having them teach the Continuing Education courses that professionals are required to take, the ultimate message of those courses being that that particular drug was the best one to prescribe. Another section of their marketing plan was to have a great many articles published in what are considered scientific or medical journals, all concluding that that drug was effective and should be prescribed.

It is not clear whether the three psychiatrists were directly involved in choosing the content of the journal articles, but the plan to produce such articles was carried out, leading to publication of pieces recommending use of the drug to treat not only Schizophrenia but also Childhood Onset Schizophrenia, Schizo-affective Disorder, Bipolar Disorder in Children and Adults, Mania, Autism, Pervasive Developmental Disorder other than Autism, Conduct Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Psychosis, Aggression Agitation, Dementia, below average IQ, and disruptive behavior. Thus, a staggering array of psychiatric categories – many of which are as scientifically sketchy as Schizophrenia – was used to promote the drug. This massive marketing campaign proceeded despite the many major negative effects of Risperdal, including drowsiness, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, constipation, heartburn, dry mouth, increased saliva production, increased appetite, weight gain, stomach pain, anxiety, agitation, restlessness, difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep, decreased sexual interest or ability, vision problems, muscle or joint pain, dry or discolored skin, difficulty urinating, muscle stiffness, confusion, fast or irregular pulse, sweating, unusual and uncontrollable movements of face or body, faintness, seizures, Parkinsonian symptoms such as slow movements or shuffling walk, rash, hives, itching, difficulty breathing or swallowing, gynecomastia in male children,  painful erection of penis lasting for hours…and death.

Who are the characters in this mystery? Janssen Pharmaceuticals, a division of Johnson & Johnson, is the drug company, and Risperdal is the drug in question. The marketing term for Risperdal and similar drugs is “anti-psychotic,” but the accurate term is “neuroleptic,” reflecting the mechanism of suppressing the brain’s activity as a powerful tranquilizer. Dr. David Rothman, who wrote the expert witness report for one of the lawsuits about the marketing of Risperdal, revealed after scrupulous examination of vast numbers of internal emails between Janssen staff and the representative of the three psychiatrists, is a specialist in medical ethics and the Bernard Schoenberg Professor of Social Medicine at Columbia College of Physicians and Surgeons, the medical school of Columbia University. He is also director of the Center for the Study of Science and Medicine at Columbia and at the time of writing his expert witness report was president of the Institute on Medicine as a Profession.  Rothman stated in his report that the guidelines were constructed “in disregard of professional medical ethics and principles of conflict of interest,” and that they “subverted scientific integrity, appearing to be a purely scientific venture when it was at its core, a marketing venture for Risperdal.”

The psychiatrist who spearheaded these efforts is Dr. Allen Frances, who the year before teaming with Janssen oversaw the publication of the fourth volume of the “Bible” of hundreds of categories of mental illness, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, sales of which topped $100 million as a result of marketing by the lobby group called the American Psychiatric Association, which published it.  By virtue of this position, he has been called the world’s most important psychiatrist. At the time, he was also Chair of the Department of Psychiatry at Duke University. The two psychiatrists who with Frances shared the nearly $1 million in payments from Janssen are Dr. John P. Docherty, who was then Professor and Vice Chairman of Psychiatry at Cornell University at the time, and Dr. David A. Kahn, who was Associate Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at Columbia University.

Now back to the mystery: Despite five individual stories in major media outlets in 2011, 2012, and 2014 about two huge Risperdal court cases filed by the state of Texas and joined by many other states, neither a single writer of any of these stories nor even the papers filed for the court cases named Frances, Docherty, or Kahn or described the fundamental roles played by their Practice Guideline and their marketing plan in the scandal. The mystery is deepened, because the authors of the media stories and the court documents did name and describe the roles of some of the KOLs, who assuredly were guilty of unethical conduct but whose participation was conceived of by Frances and his colleagues. And some of those who reaped huge financial profits from Risperdal’s false marketing – most notably Harvard University’s Dr. Joseph Biederman, who created an empire based on claims that “Bipolar Disorder in Children” had been woefully underdiagnosed and untreated – have been royally outed for the enormous sums they earned. But even respected investigative journalist Steve Brill, who recently completed a unique, 15-part story of the Risperdal scandal for Huffington Post, and who described in detail many of its players and some of the patients who suffered terrible harm from the drug and who elegantly described the way that Janssen covered up data about some of the harm, left out the essential roles the Frances triumvirate played.  Activist Vera Sharav of the Alliance for Human Research Protection published an online article about the Rothman Report and included the names of Frances and those two colleagues, her article was apparently picked up by only two or three bloggers and none of the major media reporters who read what she posts.

The Rothman Report has for some years been available online,[3] and information from many of the major media articles came from that report, so their blackout of information about Diagnosisgate is all the more puzzling. Indeed, it is difficult to read about the Risperdal scandal without coming across the Rothman Report, where Rothman’s scrupulous documentation of the Diagnosisgate portion appears on pages 14-17 of the 86-page document, so it is hard to miss.

It has not been possible as yet to determine the reason for the blackout, but it is alarming, given the powerful, influential positions held by Frances, Docherty, and Kahn, and in the interests of not only their own patients and trainees but also of anyone who hears the claims they make about treatments, as well as for anyone who enters the mental health system and is subject to being diagnosed as mentally ill. It is also alarming that the vast majority of therapists are far less likely to know about Diagnosisgate – and thus about the shocking extent to which conflicts of interest have driven diagnosis and drug marketing – than to have read the massive number of journal articles in which Risperdal is recommended for a wide array of “indications.”

Brill goes to great lengths – in 15 chapters published one per day – to document a vast amount of the Risperdal story, so it is perplexing to try to imagine whether he might have missed those crucial pages near the beginning of the Rothman Report or whether something else happened. And if it is the latter, what could it possibly be? Because I am a psychologist, people often believe that I can read their minds, but of course I cannot. I do not even wish to speculate about what maintains the blackout. What is clear is that the effect it has is to keep from the public some of the most crucial information about how those who promote and benefit from the widespread use of psychiatric labels have sometimes worked hand-in-glove with Pharma, riding roughshod over the truth – especially information that is harmful to patients, ignoring professional ethics and good scientific methodology, and after all that, not being held accountable, not to mention liable, for the harm they cause. No matter how or why the blackout has been created and has persisted, it is time for it to end.

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References:

[1] Caplan, Paula J. (2015). Diagnosisgate: Conflict of interest at the top of the psychiatric apparatus. APORIA:The Nursing Journal 7(1), 30-41. http://www.oa.uottawa.ca/journals/aporia/articles/2015_01/commentary.pdf

[2] See Caplan, Paula J. (1995). They Say You’re Crazy: How the World’s Most Powerful Psychiatrists Decide Who’s Normal. Reading, MA: Addison Wesley, and Poland, Jeffrey, & Caplan, Paula J. (2004) The deep structure of bias in psychiatric diagnosis. In Paula J. Caplan & Lisa Cosgrove (Eds.), Bias in psychiatric diagnosis. Livingston, NJ: Jason Aronson.

[3] For instance, at http://psychrights.org/States/Texas/exrelJonesvJanssen/ David_Rothman_Expert_Report_300dpi.pdf

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Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion—broadly speaking—of psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.

Ethical Principles of Public Health

As a citizen and a health professional (of sorts) concerned about the state of the new Brave New Orwellian world / the rising biomedical security state / the emerging digital dictatorship / the Great Reset, etc…I’m on the lookout for awakened voices, innovative ideals, developments, and proposals, especially where it concerns a return to sanity in this age of medical tyranny, mass censorship, propaganda, collusion, corruption, politicization, and pharma-cozation of science and health. The following I deem to be one such measure. This comes via Dr. Aaron Kheriaty, M.D., Senior Fellow, Zephyr Institute; Chief of Medical Ethics, The Unity Project; Fellow and Director, Bioethics and American Democracy Program, Ethics and Public Policy Center, and author of ‘The New Abnormal: The Rise of the Biomedical Security State.’

To combat the recent and widespread abuses of individual and academic freedom made in the name of science, Hillsdale College’s Academy for Science and Freedom educates the American people about the free exchange of scientific ideas and the proper relationship between freedom and science in the pursuit of truth. Led by national and international scholars, its work serves to educate policymakers and the general public about important discoveries and ideas that might otherwise be ignored by scientific journals and corporate media. Through strategic alliances among scientific scholars and organizations, the Academy for Science and Freedom is a platform for free, reasoned, civil discourse in scientific research and issues of public health and provides educational opportunities for citizens in general.

During the pandemic, fundamental principles of public health were ignored, and trust in public health has been damaged. As experts in public health, medical science, ethics, and health policy, we propose the following ten principles to guide public health officials and scientists, in order to ensure the credibility of public health recommendations and to help restore public trust. The list of principles below reflects orthodox concepts of post-World War Two public health and WHO’s original definition of health.

Consider sending this to physicians you know and asking if they would be willing to sign. If they are unwilling, consider asking them which of the principles they object to and why.

Ethical Principles of Public Health:

1.   All public health advice should consider the impact on overall health, rather than solely be concerned with a single disease. It should always consider both benefits and harms from public health measures and weigh short-term gains against long-term harms.

2.   Public health is about everyone. Any public health policy must first and foremost protect society's most vulnerable, including children, low-income families, persons with disabilities and the elderly. It should never shift the burden of disease from the affluent to the less affluent.

3.   Public health advice should be adapted to the needs of each population, within cultural, religious, geographic, and other contexts. 

4.   Public health is about comparative risk evaluations, risk reduction, and reducing uncertainties using the best available evidence, since risk usually cannot be entirely eliminated.

5.   Public health requires public trust. Public health recommendations should present facts as the basis for guidance, and never employ fear or shame to sway or manipulate the public.

6.   Medical interventions should not be forced or coerced upon a population, but rather should be voluntary and based on informed consent. Public health officials are advisors, not rule setters, and provide information and resources for individuals to make informed decisions. 

7.   Public health authorities must be honest and transparent, both with what is known and what is not known. Advice should be evidence-based and explained by data, and authorities must acknowledge errors or changes in evidence as soon as they are made aware of them.. 

8.   Public health scientists and practitioners should avoid conflicts-of-interest, and any unavoidable conflicts-of-interest must be clearly stated.

9.   In public health, open civilized debate is profoundly important. It is unacceptable for public health professionals to censor, silence or intimidate members of the public or other public health scientists or practitioners.

10. It is critical for public health scientists and practitioners always to listen to the public, who are living the public health consequences of public health decisions, and to adapt appropriately.

Co-Authors (in alphabetical order):

Ryan T. Anderson, Ph.D.

President, Ethics and Public Policy Center, Washington, DC USA

Scott W. Atlas, M.D.

Robert Wesson Senior Fellow in Health Policy, Hoover Institution, Stanford University; Founding Fellow, Academy for Science and Freedom, Hillsdale College, USA; Co-Director, Global Liberty Institute, Switzerland

David Bell, MBBS, Ph.D.

Public health physician, Texas, USA

Jay Bhattacharya, M.D., Ph.D.

Professor, Health Policy, and Director, Center on the Demography and Economics of Health and Aging, Stanford University School of Medicine; Senior Fellow, Stanford Institute for Economic Policy Research (SIEPR); Founding Fellow, Academy for Science and Freedom, Hillsdale College, USA

David Doat, Ph.D.

Associate Professor of Philosophy, ETHICS Laboratory, Catholic University of Lille, France; Associate Researcher at the ESPHIN Institute, University of Namur, Belgium

Carl Heneghan, B.M., B.C.H, M.A., M.R.C.G.P., D.Phil.

Director, Centre for Evidence-based Medicine and Professor, University of Oxford, UK

Aaron Kheriaty, M.D.

Senior Fellow, Zephyr Institute; Chief of Medical Ethics, The Unity Project; Fellow and Director, Bioethics and American Democracy Program, Ethics and Public Policy Center, Washington, DC, USA

Martin Kulldorff, Ph.D.

Professor of Medicine, Harvard University, USA (on leave); Senior Scholar, Brownstone Institute; Founding Fellow, Academy for Science and Freedom, Hillsdale College, USA

Robert W. Malone, M.D., M.Sc.

Molecular immunologist, Founder, The Malone Foundation, Virginia, USA

Peter A. McCullough, M.D., M.P.H.

Internal Medicine and Cardiovascular Diseases; Chief Medical Advisor, Truth for Health Foundation, Tucson, Arizona, USA

Elisabeth Paul, Ph.D.

Independent consultant, Health Policies and Systems, Liège, Belgium

Roger Severino

Vice President, The Heritage Foundation; Senior Fellow, Ethics and Public Policy Center, Washington DC, USA

Ellen Townsend, PhD

Professor of Psychology; Self-Harm Research Group, School of Psychology, University of Nottingham, UK

Additionally, David Bell, Senior Scholar at Brownstone Institute, public health physician and biotech consultant in global health, former medical officer and scientist at the WHO, Program Head for malaria and febrile diseases at the Foundation for Innovative New Diagnostics (FIND) in Geneva, Switzerland, and Director of Global Health Technologies at Intellectual Ventures Global Good Fund in Bellevue, WA has this to say:

Public health concerns the public, the general population, improving their health. Yet over the past two years this idea or movement has been widely attacked for promoting job loss, economic collapse, increased mortality and loss of freedoms. It is claimed responsible for rising malaria mortality among African children, millions of girls being forced into child marriage and nightly rape, and a quarter of a million South Asian children killed by lockdowns.

Blaming public health for these disasters is like blaming an aerosolized respiratory virus for the same outcomes. It completely misses the mark. Blaming greed, cowardice, callousness or indifference may be closer. This harm was done when certain people decided to impose harm on the lives of others, sometimes through stupidity but frequently for personal benefit. Atrocities are perpetrated by individuals and crowds, not by an art or science. 

Humans have caused mass harm to others throughout human history. We do this because we are driven to benefit ourselves and our group (which in turn benefits ourselves), and we frequently find that satisfying this drive requires restricting, enslaving or eliminating others. We have a history of demonizing ethnic or religious groups to take their money and jobs, and of stealing whole swathes of territory and subduing the inhabitants to extract wealth or take their land. We push commodities – talismans, medicines, unhealthy foods – onto others for our gain, knowing they would be better off investing their resources elsewhere. We mistake money or power for personal benefit, rather than valuing the relationships and aesthetic experiences that give life meaning. We easily fall into a very narrow, blinkered view of human existence.

Public health is intended to achieve the opposite. It is there to support human relationships and improve the aesthetic appeal of life.

The World Health Organization (WHO), for all its failings, was founded on this idea, declaring: 

“Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being, not merely the absence of disease or infirmity.”

The WHO definition of health implies that human existence is far deeper than a lump of organic material self-assembled according to the coding of DNA. It is responding to the horrors of corporate authoritarianism, division and oppression promoted by fascist and colonialist regimes. It is also built on thousands of years of human understanding that life has intrinsic worth that extends beyond the physical, and basic principles arising from this that span time and culture. The wording implies that human health is defined as a state in which humans can enjoy life (mental well-being) and freely congregate with and belong to the wider population of humanity. It supports autonomy and self-determination, determinants of physical, mental, and social health, but is not compatible with restrictions or injuries that reduce ‘wellness’ in any of these areas. It therefore fits poorly with fear, force or exclusion – these denote unhealth.

For principles to be translated into actions we require people, institutions and rules. Some of these people are involved because it pays well, some seek power, some genuinely seek to benefit others (which in turn may benefit their mental and social health). Implementation of these principles can therefore be pure or corrupt. The principles themselves remain unchanged. The differences between principles and their implementation often get confused. A religious belief based on fundamentals of love and free choice can be claimed as justification for military crusades, inquisitions, or public beheadings. This does not mean truths on which the religion is based support these acts, but rather that humans are using its name for personal gain at the expense of others.

The same applies in taking a political doctrine espousing equality and dissemination of power if its name is employed to concentrate wealth and centralize authority. In both cases the movements are corrupted, not implemented. Implementation of public health can therefore attract criticism on two fronts. Firstly, it can restrict some from gaining by harming others, whether through intent or neglect (it is doing its job). Alternatively, it can be co-opted to inflict harm on others (it is being corrupted). 

The truth can be determined by weighing actions made in its name against the principles that underpin it. These are well-established and should not evoke controversy. What matters is the honesty with which they are implemented, as it is always humans through which these principles must be filtered.

Implications of Applying Ethical Principles

If someone advocated that people be prevented from working, socializing or meeting as a family to prevent spread of a virus, they would be advocating to reduce aspects of the health of these people, at a minimum mental and social, in order to protect one aspect of physical health. “Not merely the absence of disease” in the WHO definition requires that public health support people and society in achieving human potential, not just in preventing a specific harm. 

A vaccination program would have to show that the money spent could not achieve greater gains elsewhere, and that it reflected what the recipients wanted. In all cases the public would have to drive the agenda, not be driven. The decision would be theirs, rather than belonging to those who gain money or power from implementing such programs.

These ten principles demonstrate that public health is a difficult discipline. It requires those working within the field to put aside their egos, desire for self-promotion, and their preferences regarding how others should act. They would have to respect the public. Achieving health in the broad WHO definition is incompatible with people being scolded, coerced, or herded. 

This is difficult, as public health professionals have generally spent more than an average time in formal education and earn higher than average salaries. Being flawed humans, this makes them prone to considering themselves more knowledgeable, important, and ‘right.’ People may point to recent examples among leaders and sponsors of the COVID-19 response, but it is an inherent risk at all levels.

Something to Hope For

There is a way out of this. It does not require articulation of a new approach, formation of new institutions, or new declarations and treaties. It simply requires those working in the field, and the institutions they represent, to apply the basic principles to which they previously claimed to adhere.

Insisting on ethical public health may result in the abandonment of certain programs, redirection of certain policies, and corresponding changes in leadership. Those financially profiting would have to be sidelined, as conflict of interest impedes focus on public good. Programs would have to reflect community and population priorities, not those of central bodies. 

This is not radical, it is what virtually all public health professionals have been taught. When ‘solutions’ are forced or coerced irrespective of local priorities, or fear and psychological manipulation are used, these should be defined accurately for what they are; commercial, political, or even colonialist enterprises. Those implementing such programs are political operatives, salespeople, or lackeys, but not health workers. 

Much of society’s future will be determined by the motivations and integrity of the public health institutions and their workforce. A lot of humility will be required, but this has always been the case. The world will have to watch and see whether those in the field have the courage and integrity to do their job.

Download the statement on ethical principles of public health here.

'Nothing to Fear, Nothing to Doubt'

Or, why these six words best encapsulate my recent fantastic fungi-assisted magical mystery tour.

“What we call reality is, in fact, nothing more than a culturally and linguistically sanctioned hallucination” —Terence McKenna

“My soul can find no staircase to heaven unless it be through earth’s loveliness” —Michelangelo

DISCLAIMER: Therapy Outside the Box does not endorse the use of any illegal substances. Nothing in this post should be interpreted as suggestion or recommendation to source, acquire, grow, purchase, ingest or distribute any substance listed as Schedule 1 in any U.S. state or territory. Nor as a recommendation to do so while taking prescription medications without first consulting your physician or other medical or health professional. Please do not ever discontinue any medications without consulting the prescribing physician/other medical or health professional involved in your care.

‘it’s time, you ready?’ -The Mushroom

Having felt ‘called’ to the psychedelic experience, after much planning, reflection, praying and surrendering, I recently embarked on a 5 dried gram psilocybin journey. A so-called ‘heroic dose’ of Guadalajaras, a medium-high potency strain.

There it is. Cat’s out of the bag. Or out of the box I should say :>

Since I hoped on the new psychedelic third wave paradigm train a few years ago as a theoretical psychonaut and proponent of the healing power and potential of psychedelics-as-medicine, it only makes sense to at some point I’d walk the talk.

Not that I hadn’t before.

After a harrowing DNOTS-foreshadowing ayahuasca ceremony experience in 2017, I said afterwards that I wasn’t ever going to seek it out again. I didn’t seek for that one, but the timing of the invite was terrible (or perfect, depending on how you look at it). She (Mother Ayahuasca) handed me my ass, as they say. It’s taken me years to understand what the medicine was showing me, and why so brutally. I’m eternally grateful for it now. But damn. Anyway, I decided if another journey was meant for me, I’ll leave it in the hands of spirit and get a sign. I’ll be called to it somehow.

Since then, until about 2 months ago, nothing, until out of nowhere it started calling. And it did so clearly and relentlessly. Mushroom dreams, people synchronistically bringing it up, internet images and prompts, constant thoughts and suggestions of it my meditations, references in books everywhere, even strangers on social media trying to sell me psychedelics (no thanks). Ultimately it was my higher guides/guidance (heretofore: HG/G) that confirmed beyond any shadow that I was in fact being called by it/to it. I mean, free will always, but…

“Everything medicine or poison, depending on dose and how its used.” -Siddha Veda

Once committed my plan for this journey came together quickly. The perfect place—a yurt-style hippie hut in the middle of nowhere Tennessee, my wife as sober sitter, and a pile of mushrooms grown by someone trustworthy a while back and kept in safe storage.

I consulted HG/G on each and every aspect—from verifying that it was for me (ayahuasca is evidentially is not for me, accordingly to HG/G), when, where, why (intentions), that I had the blessing of all the highest and holiest, that they would be with me before, during and after, and that I’d be safe throughout, right down to the exact dose for my ‘highest and best good.’ It was the guidance I received on the dose that surprised me most. Which is why I asked probably six different times in six different ways if I was in fact being prompted to the full 5 gram dose like I kept sensing and feeling. AND to do so Terence McKenna style, i.e. complete darkness/eye mask, in total silence, which also felt right. HG/G affirmed all of this.

Full disclosure (why stop now?), the ayahuasca experience in 2017 was also not my first rodeo. It was my first intentional, ceremonial, reverent and sacred experience with a plant medicine, that’s for sure. I will say the overnight, celebratory, loud, musical, constant singing and chanting Brazilian-style ceremony was definitely not my style, and I believe only exacerbated the profoundly difficult experience I seemed destined to have. But I knew this not going in.

Anyway, I consumed (partied with) my share of psychedelics in my late teens/early twenties, mostly during the during the “Dead Head” phase of my youth. I remember each type I tried. But no recall of dosage. Would 5 dried grams be the largest then? I can’t say. At age 53, this felt like a tall order. Yet, feeling more grounded, happy, alive, fulfilled, passionate and spiritualty-aligned than any other time in my life by far, I suppose if there ever was a time to go all in, now was it.

I also haven’t at all felt like I needed this for spiritual purposes. My own daily spirit communion-spiritual initiation/opening to channel process a few years in the making, and the fruits of this ever-unfolding labor is honestly compelling enough. Like Salvador Dali said: “I don’t need drugs. I am drugs.” But I’m a seeker to the core, and don’t tend to shy away from opportunities to test limits, especially when it comes to piercing the veil. When you go through a spiritual emergency/psychic dismemberment cum DNOTS, provided you recover and parlay it into an unfolding awaken-ing experience, you also tend not to fear much anymore. And I trust either my HG/G completely, or not at all. The answer is obvious.

the DOORS (OF PERCEPTION)

My youthful psychedelic forays were partially inspired by the things I was listening to (60’s psychedelia in spades) and reading at the time, (Kesey, Huxley, Weil, etc). So there was a core of authentic striving/seeking for a glimpse beyond; for a sliver of transcendence, of course. But lacking maturity and emotional intelligence, with no real sense of the sacred, the indigenous traditions, or the dangers involved when approached in an inchoate manner, in truth, I’m lucky no real harm ever came to me. And embarrassing as it is to admit, the main driver back then was clearly thrill-based escapism. Escape from the shame, pain, insecurity, powerlessness, fragile ego/diffuse identity, and the increasingly foreboding sense of responsibility I was stepping into that I did not feel prepared for. First world problems, I know.

But, the few glimpses of genuine ineffability I recall having on psychedelics as a younger me certainly had a profound and lasting effect.

The set up

Once at the destination, we saged the space, set up, prayed, invoked the highest and holiest, and took a few pictures of the more than appropriate décor in this little hippie hut. In these pictures were more than a few orbs, which was unsurprising and entirely fitting. I chewed down the mushrooms, took a little water, called in my HG/G and highest level spiritual protection, said a few prayers and decrees, and entered into spirit communion/meditation. My head began rotating in and out of the mainstay infinity symbol formation as it always does—my signal that a higher consciousness has touched down to connect, commune, and work with/for/through me in some way on the etheric body level. Within 10 minutes at most my body become highly activated, and I quickly realized I would not be able to remain focused for long. So I moved onto the mat we laid out in front of the little space heater (it was a cold, dark day outside, and cold in the hut) and off I went.

‘Roger, we have lift…’

I’m not gonna lie, the lift off was far more intense than I was prepared for. I mean, like a fucking tsunami with the baddest intentions. A turbo rocket through a massive hurricane. Jake LaMotta (Raging Bull) or a coked-up Mike Tyson in his prime at the sound of the bell in Rd 1. You get the idea. The visceral, physiological, energetic escalation into the psychedelic atmosphere was so powerful that more than once, even through my prayers and despite my complete trust that this was all purposeful, safe and guided, I had a few temporary freak outs. Two in particular.

The first I worked through on my own, asking the frightened, reactive protector (firefighter) part(s) of me to trust me (my larger Self), my guides, trust the process (as we say in therapy), step back and let me and spirit lead, and the plant consciousness to do its thing. I surrendered and settled back in. Subjective emergency thwarted.

And just in time, because the next wave of escalation and intensity soon followed, and this second burst of abject terror and subsequent freak out was a code red. A whole faction of my reactive protective parts banded together on a dime and screamed in unison “you took too much, you can’t handle this, there’s no way to stop it…tell your wife now, get to the hospital, go, go go!!”

No sooner than I could act on this, thankfully, a voice, clearly not from any of my own parts, either my Higher Self of a guide calmly jumped in: “don’t scare your wife, you’re fine…relax…surrender.” So I obeyed, surrendered again, and again, and again. It took longer to let go and sink back in after this one. But I made it.

Going, going, gone…

Much of what transpired from this point on will take me God only knows how long to better understand and integrate. I’ll start by trying to describe the indescribable, and this will be little more than tip o’ the iceberg summary.

Unlike my ayahuasca experience, where everything was as vision-less, black, and as full of despair and suffering as could be imagined for about eight straight hours (interrupted only by regular trips to the can to crap my living brains out again and again) this experience from lift-off on was as heavily visual, 3D layered, and technicolor as anything I could dream up. And when I say 3D, I mean fractalgasmic and kaleidoscopic to the ten thousandth power. Like moving through a million layer prism at warp speed.

This first major interlude, the longest, I think, was what can only be described as a deep shamanic under/lower world odyssey. Like an other-worldly Indiana Jones expedition, I was plummeted way down into the inner earth, seemingly knowing where to go, where to turn, how to proceed, thought not why or towards what end. I found myself crawling, floating, and burrowing through dark and unfathomably deep caverns, tunnels, and caves within the lower world. Much of it was curiously aquatic. Everything was wildly alive—pulsating, watching, lifting, guiding, prodding me on. There was a striking amount of animal, especially insectoid imagery throughout. Imagery that seemed to symbolically hint at both ancient Mayan/Hopi symbolism (Ant People) and/or insectoid alien races (Mantis/Mantids). I understand a lower world experience is actually common especially for first large dose psychedelic journeys, at least with particular strains perhaps more than others.

face down, ass up

I spent most of the meat of this part of the journey and somewhat into the next stages in the fetal position on my side on the floor, where I basically remained for three solid hours. There were moments/movements where I was literally not just down in, but intimately part of the earth. One with it, or increasingly becoming so. I recall feeling a little rudderless, getting lost in the silence and aloneness at one point, edging on losing my time and space orientation altogether. I somehow had presence of mind to ask my wife to kick on a lone shamanic drum recording we had cued if I needed an anchor. That helped a lot.

Strangely, outside of the first two freaks outs mentioned above, there was literally no fear at any other point. Confusion, bewilderment, difficulty taking it all in and keeping up, and awe in spades. But no fear. I guess I passed the test early as far as that goes. This shamanic underworld interlude ended with my being literally wholly rebirthed in the womb of Gaia; of Mother Earth herself. If both my ayahuasca and subsequent spiritual emergency/DNOTS were symbolic death experiences, this was the new beginning.

This rebirthing part of the journey had me face planted down into my pillow, ass up, for God knows how long. All I remember was that I was alternately in this pose, back on my side in fetal, then up crossed legged, then back down on my side, stretching out, the back to face down, ass up, all the while full-body twitching throughout. Seemingly out of instinct, almost an unspoken mandate, I remember mimicking or shadowing the movement of some kind of giant hedgehog looking animal (!?). And there I lay, for a quite a time, as if having buried myself alive down in the center of the earth, jungle way above, curiously at peace, trusting of whatever this was, and allowing the apparent animal-assisted rebirth to do its thing to the beat of a lonely drum.

(Far as I know, a hedgehog is neither my spirit nor power animal) :>

My wife later said I was gesticulating and gyrating in angular shapes and configurations she didn’t think my body was even capable of. It was as if my entire physical was being maneuvered by an alternate intelligence. Everything but spontaneously throwing ancient mudra poses, as is common in some spontaneous kundalini emergency situations triggered by intense spiritual practices.

‘Hell’ Realms

Here’s where it got real. Being taken to the hell realms is no joke. And its probably obvious to the reader, but for clarification I’m not talking about the static, exoteric, institutional Judeo-Christian/biblical eternal fire and brimstone hell. Rather, one of the lower density, low vibration realms/dimensions, of which there are apparently many, as is described in much esoteric ancient spiritual traditions, and supported by a treasure trove of Near-Death Experience (NDE) literature.

I had the sense of being carried, almost floating through these realms as an observer, held in some kind of invisible spiritual protective force field, but always just above the fray, so to speak. What I was witness to were legions upon legions of suffering souls. Souls tightly banded together, looking up, arms stretched upward, seemingly desperate for helping hands, with big, wide eyes, hairless, but no other facial features that I remember. During the experience, and more so as I’ve reflected and integrated with the help of HG/G to decipher exactly what all I was supposed to understand from this, I had a sense of why I was taken to these realms.

My takeaway was twofold: To be made aware/reminded that although there are indeed lower realms/dimensions full of profound suffering, the reality is that redemption and exit (moving out of these realms and towards the light-filled ‘upper rooms’) is always possible. What each one must do to make their way up and out is idiosyncratic to that soul, their karma, choices, harms, errors, what have you. But that no soul is condemned forever to a permanent hell/lower realm existence. No one is locked up and the key discarded. But each soul must figure out and commit to doing what needs to be done to change their station. And the love of The Divine is always available, always merciful, forgiving, unconditionally loving, all that good stuff. Full stop.

I was also clearly being shown, especially given the current state of my personal spiritual journey, the dire importance of pure and enduring compassion for the suffering. And of holding next level space. Specifically, this was a lesson in the importance of compassion flowing from the knowledge that karma, cause and effect, however you think of it, is a universal, natural law of the universe. And that because no one is excluded from the opportunity for redemption and the possibility of ascension, the call to compassionate holding space in the midst of suffering without judgement is essential. Because, judge not lest you be judged (Christ). And what you damn damn you back (The Guides via Paul Selig). Point taken.

The second part of what I mean by the fray was clear glimpses of s-e-r-i-o-u-s darkness. Silent, stationary, but super imposing dark figures did I lay eyes on. This was confirmation that true evil exists, and a reminder of the importance of staying in integrity, aligning with truth, and the highest and holiest light (The I Am Presence) without loosing sight of the existence and opportunistic nature of dark forces/elements. I felt this to be a personal warning for me to stay vigilant, not get lazy with my own protection protocols, never assuming that being on a spiritual path is a guarantee of permanent safety. That we’re always merely chelas (spiritual students on the path) as long as we are embodied on this plane. Any laziness, hubris, or taking for granted permanent impenetrable protection from dark forces is a major liability. Aspirant beware.

ancient egypt, India, and the cosmos

The next interludes blended together in wild and wonderful ways that I’m nowhere near complete in unravelling. So I’ll say the least here. But about hour 2 1/2 to 3 hrs or so in is where I was transported to other worlds, across time, cultures, and far beyond the galaxy.

The earthbound settings were a mixture of ancient Egypt and India. The main thing I can say in up to this point in my integration of the multiple of timeless ancient spiritual symbols and vital forms I was shown is that it was a true privilege and blessing. I feel I was offered glimpses into the secret coded language of the universe; real peaks beyond the veil, and assurances, of origin stories, mostly though symbolic imagery. I came out with a sense that for all my insatiable spiritual curiosity, study, seeking, periods in the proverbial wilderness, and ecstatic highs, and with respect to my initiation process unfolding, I was being granted in this psychedelic space a pinhole view into the reality of the lesser and even Greater Mysteries of the ages, as described in much gnostic, esoteric and mystery school traditions.

The appearance of Lord Shiva as Nataraja, and the twice appearance of Mahavatar Babaji, the Yogi-Christ of modern India, aka the “Deathless Saint” was an astounding treat. A affirmation of, something. Maybe many things. Not exactly sure. Beyond that, I have much more to reflect on and attempt to decode and integrate.

As for the comic adventure portion, it was intermixed and mingled within the Egypt and India scenes, and then separately the culmination of those interludes. One standout visuals, indelibly imprinted upon me now, was of a dome resembling a giant brain surrounding and enfolding the entire cosmos…that more than once momentarily shapeshifted into a massive alien/ET head and face. Indeed, there were interdimensional/extradimensional galactic/cosmic culture imagery all throughout. And if you don’t already think me insane in the membrane, this might be where you would have me committed. But my take on this particular brain cum alien was a symbolically supportive, I felt, of the material Delores Cannon brought forth in her numerous hypnotherapy sessions with contactees and abductees. Information derived direct from off- world beings themselves as to the true history of earth and the working of the higher order of the multiverse. More or less suggesting that the universe is not only teeming with intelligent life, but that the earth may have in fact been ‘seeded’ by other highly advanced life forms, similar to the Panpsychism view, but probably closer to Zoo Hypothesis. In other words, that we are indeed a baby starter planet; a lesser evolved way station in the grand scheme. The nursery school of the multiverse, you might say. According to Cannon’s other-worldy sources via the deep Subconscious (akasha/collective consciousness) this is the reason for the ubiquity of UFO sightings throughout time, for abductions, and constant monitoring and direct intrusion of our war mongering and constant edging on destroying ourselves and the planet (nuclear test site/weapon shut downs)— the one exception to the apparently accurate Star Trek-proposed non-interference imperative. Truth be told, I have long intuitively felt all of this to be highly likely as fart as origin story. And its been confirmed by my HG/G that I myself have Pleiadean, Arcturian, and Mantis soul family lineage. So, there’s that.

Anyway, the rest of this interlude involved me being transported throughout space, spacetime, to places and realms that are at once unclear, immense beyond all imagination, yet comfortable and familiar. And so much more than that, and equally as difficult to capture in language at this point.

intermission/wind down

When there finally came a point that I felt I was getting a reprieve from the multisensory, multidimensional onslaught, I noticed I was a little thirsty, a tad hungry, and definitely needed to pee. I lifted my eye mask and ventured out of the hut with my wife’s assistance. And I shit you not, on this cold, dark, cloudy day, wouldn’t you know, just as I was arousing out of the kaleidoscopic stratosphere, the sun burst out from the clouds. My wife was like “of course!” I worshipped and basked in the warm glow of the sunlight for a bit, hit the outhouse, and wandered and grounded down outside for a minute. By the time I ventured back in, the sun was already receding. Can’t make this stuff up.

shroomaganza

Heading back to the mat once inside, I masked up and lay back down. On my back this time felt right, and for the next hour or so the final chapter was literally scene after scene of mushrooms continuously growing, sprouting, popping up, merging back into nature, of fungal networks, and mushrooms, mushrooms, and more mushrooms in wild vibrant colors, and all shapes, sizes and varieties, flourishing and covering the expanse of the earth. The message seemed to be that all the earth is essentially, you guessed it, a mushroom. And this was the culmination of my full immersion and merging with the cult of mycelium consciousness. I’m in.

Headless Hare Krishna

Once the imagery finally began to fade out and it felt time for the playlist-assisted come down/phase 1 integration, I had my wife hit play. But she had taken a chance by slipping in George Harrison’s ‘My Sweet Lord’ to kick it off. An intuitive genius she is! A massive grin came over my face and by the third guitar strum I was up dancing around the hut, laughing, crying, and singing like a Hare Krishna. And to add another dose of strangeness, while my body was up dancing, and I was clearly singing, laughing and crying, I could swear my head felt like it was still on the mat. An Off-of Body experience ?!

By the track’s end I was back on the mat, head magically re-affixed to my body, taking in the next handful of beautiful tones.

The last track was Pyramid Song by Radiohead. When I heard the line: “There’s nothing to fear, nothing to doubt” I instantly wept at the truth, beauty, poignancy; the illustrative application to what I had just experienced. Part of why is the timing, of course, Upon further reflection, it was the way it echoed some of the sentiments from my personal spiritual initiation work, from my daily decrees. Specifically:

‘I AM forgiveness acting here, casting out all doubt and fear, setting men forever free with wings of cosmic victory. I AM calling in full power for forgiveness every hour, to all life in every place, I flood forth forgiving grace.’

‘…I AM free from fear and doubt, casting want and misery out, knowing now all good supply ever comes from realms on high…’

If I didn’t know it before, I know now beyond any hint of fear or shadow of doubt that there is indeed nothing to fear, and nothing to doubt.

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Franklin, TN

You CAN Change The Past

This idea for this blog post has been percolating for weeks. Inspired by direct clinical transpersonal Internal Family Systems (IFS) Therapy-related experience, and recent deep dives into traditional shamanism. Glad to finally get around to writing it.

A provocative title, eh? Intentional. Bare/bear with me…(take your grammatical pick there).

So you’ve probably heard the saying: "Even God can’t change the past,” often attributed to Agathon, or anonymous. However you interpret this doesn’t really matter. I’m not quibbling with the literal God concept per se, if only because I don’t wish to spur on an ontological debate, or come across as claiming to know the will of God.

If only!

you can heal your life

I am however using this idea in part, firstly, as something of a sensational and sentimental homage to the late mother of self-help, Louise Hay, who titled her best known book “You Can Heal Your Life.” Long before ‘The Secret,” authored by an accomplished an infomercial producer, muddied the waters with an omission-filled, inchoate version of ancient esoteric spiritual principles for western masses hungry for Divine intervention while sitting on the couch, Louise Hay had pretty much written the book on healing thyself and manifesting already. So did others steeped in deep esoteric and mystery school traditions before her, to be fair.

Louise didn’t claim to be able to change the past, or be a spokesperson for God (People like Billy Graham, Jerry Falwell and Benny Hinn had the market cornered anyway, so why compete?). But what she did with/about the horrors of her personal past was phenomenal. And she sure found an audience. And with this, laid the foundation for an unintentional empire (Hay House Publishing) built on her subjective experience of understanding that her cancer diagnosis, in her view, was root-cause attributable to repressed emotions carried in the body, resulting from early childhood sexual abuse.

She wasn’t the first to propose this mond-body connection, of course. It’s a given in Ancient Chinese Medicine (TCM). And even Freud famously said:

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They will come alive later in even uglier ways.”

Relatedly, like other mind-body pioneers before him, the late Dr. John E. Sarno, originator of the psychosomatic pain condition he named TMS, and author of ‘Healing Back Pain,’ and ‘The Divided Mind,’ believed that over 95% of all back pain was the result of repressed (unacknowledged/denied/stuffed or, in IFS terms ‘exiled’) emotion. He said in the documentary about his life’s work:

“All of this because of one simple idea: the fact that the mind and the body are intimately connected. That’s the whole story.”

In any case, Louise Hay was a proponent of the power of the spoken word through journaling and a kind of self-led narrative therapy. Through assisting others in a quasi counseling role as a metaphysical minister, seeing similar patterns as her own in so many, she ultimately landed on the power of the affirmation (autosuggestion) as her main tool. In fact, she claimed till her dying day to have cured her cancer solely through the power of intention, practice and repetition of well-crafted daily self-love, acceptance, healthy mind and body, and forgiveness-based affirmations.

In other words, she put “Ask, Believe, Receive” to the ultimate test. She proved it to herself and many others over many decades of metaphysical ministry, authorship, and walking the talk. And if entirely true about her cancer, I’d call it miraculous in a sense, definitely. She obviously understood how to harness God Consciousness/Divine Intelligence to the degree that she didn’t have to change the past to heal. She just committed herself to the belief that it was possible to neutralize the negative, potentially deadly effects of the past to the point of permanent cancer remission, all from the standpoint of the future-present. Again, if entirely true, miraculous.

Yet, even Jesus said:

“Greater works than these will you do”

Whose to argue?

Dr. Candace Pert, M.D., author of Molecules of Emotion said:

“The body is the subconscious mind.”

Louise Hay obviously believed this to the core of her being. And while I love the idea of affirmations/autosuggestion for healing, and I know how effective they can be in moving the needle in the right direction of a healthy mind, body and spirit, to have accomplished what she did with her terminal (or terminal appearing) health condition is next level. To accomplish things of this magnitude using the power of the mind-based positivity and repetition alone requires a near 24-7 applied mind-state and lifestyle shift that most of us lack the time, energy, will, or whatever to be able to commit to.

For many, the weight and power of unhealed trauma, inner conflicts/limiting beliefs, generational burdens and energetic blockages are simply too much for even the most potent and consistently applied affirmations on constant repeat.

energy stuck or flowinG

The power of the spoken word / the ancient art of invocation (in other words, speaking things into existence/reality) goes way back, arguably to creation itself. (“In the beginning was the word…”). And the spoken word via affirmations/autosuggestion are the basis my own energy psychology-based Subconscious Heal and Release® approach. This method provides something of a ‘hack’ in the way it precisely identifies the exact causes of our misalignments with our target goal, and offers a quick n’ dirty (and safe) way to dissolve the ‘energetic signatures’ at the root, getting us into a state of alignment with our goals—be they health, prosperity, life purpose, or virtually anything else that’s in our ‘highest and best good.’

Does this actually change the past? No. It uses the wisdom of the body (muscle testing by proxy + my own higher guidance (claricognizance/clairsentience) to source and clear the aforementioned markers of overwhelming life experiences and/or generational burdens that, from the energy psychology perspective, either creates or exacerbate subconscious- level limiting beliefs and trapped emotional energies which lead to/exacerbate states of mindbody misalignment and/or dis-ease.

Actually change the past?

So, if not even God can change the past, how can we? And what does change the past really even mean?

Here’s where a little leap of faith ability/willingness comes in handy. The first of which requires consideration of the quantum mechanical view of linear time as illusion. Meaning past/present/future not even being a thing in the way we’ve been conditioned to perceive it. In short, in quantum terms, there’s only now. All is happening now. But…maybe multiple now’s? How exactly this squares with multidimensionality and parallel universes and the multiverse theory (which quantum models seem to strongly support), I don’t know. And if past lives exist, then are they really then more simultaneous other-present lives? Beyond my pay grade.

Suffice to say, experientially, in certain realms, at certain times, under the right conditions, we can all experience this sense of only-now-ness, or timelessness. This I know. So do many dedicated meditators, shamans, mystics, saints, sages, psychedelic explorers…and some of my IFS clients especially as of late.

Internal Family Systems (IFS) as Shamanic-Based Therapy

Shamanic traditions and practices offer a corollary in shamanic journeying—to the lower, middle and upper worlds—that traditional shamans experience in the imaginal, timeless inner realm.

Imaginal, but as real as anything.

To illustrate, and as tie-in to IFS, noted trainer and author of Transcending Trauma: Healing Complex PTSD with Internal Family Systems, Dr. Frank Anderson, says:

“Imagination is a very powerful neuroplastic agent. The work we do in IFS—which is very much imaginary—absolutely has neurophysiological effects on the brain and body. Its a beautiful intersection between psychotherapy and neuroscience. And we have more evidence to show the ways they’re linked together.”

So now into the heart of this ‘change the past’ idea.

In IFS, there’s the concept of a do-over. When I first came across it, I didn’t give it special credence. But like so many things in and about this beautiful and ever-evolving model, it takes time and experience to grasp it all. I’ve been practicing IFS on/off for about 15 years and I’m still surprised and humbled by its power, efficacy and scope on the regular.

In essence, there are times doing IFS where, when working with a young, vulnerable part—getting to know it, inviting it to have us feel some of the extreme beliefs and emotions its been carrying— that we invite the part to show us a scene or memory from the past for our Self to witness. A scene or memory that helps us better understand the part, what ‘exiled’ it, and what created the burdens (wounds and extreme beliefs) this part of us carries.

The witnessing (Self to part) is powerful enough alone. Depending on the events of the scene/memory itself, we might also ask the part if it would like us (The Self) to intervene in some way—to advocate, to speak on behalf of/speak up for, or otherwise put a stop the the hurtful or frightful action within the seven/memory. Even initiate and create an entirely different outcome.

This is the aforementioned “do-over.”

Sometimes, the part does not wish for this, doesn’t believe it possible, would help, or change anything. By definition, our child parts are frozen in time at a particular age. So sometimes to them, what happened happened. It’s over. They’re just sitting there, alone, stuck holding the bag, so to speak. They have no reason to believe anything can or will change about it. Occasionally, there’s even a palpable distrust on the part’s part (yup) that’s sometimes expressed as some version of “Why now? Where were YOU then, when I needed the help??” Which is understandable. In which case, from Self, we empathize, even apologize to the part for being unaware and absent, and reiterate the offer of intervening and helping the part now.

But, when the young part has enough trust in the Self, feels open, or perhaps just feels desperate for intervention and advocacy, then the do-over can immediately commence.

Whether or not the part understands that this can and does actually rewrite/rewire the event and essentially transmute the negative/painful/traumatic effects, their willingness is what opens the door for the Self to advocate or intervene in the way was most needed then and change the entire event i.e. change the past. Once this happens, we check in on how the part experienced it, what it feels and believes now, and what other effects this had on the young part.

The effects, I will tell you, are often fucking profound. The part often completely transforms into who or what it was always meant to be/become right there as a result.

This reminds me of a Dr. Joe Dispenza saying:

“Trauma without the negative charge equals wisdom.”

“there’s No Such Thing as The Past”

Sight detour…

This line is something of a Jungian mantra. Not that Carl Jung ever said it that I know of, but modern Jungian writers and analysts say it. From this perspective, the past is always alive within us. Were always living it out, projecting it from our unconscious, enacting and re-enacting. And Jung was of course an absolute pioneer of unconscious and collective consciousness exploration, and quite familiar with the inner worlds the shamans transverse.

But Jung didn’t recognize or conceive of ‘parts’ of recognize a Self per se. He therefore didn’t directly work with them in the way we do in IFS. Jung’s complexes and archetypes were in some sense versions of what we call parts, but not living, fully-formed, transformable subpersonalities within us. Although toward the end, as revealed in The Red Book, he had quite a relationship with an wise inner elder being who identified himself as Philemon, who in IFS terms would be probably considered an Inner Spirit Helper (ISH). Not a part in the conventional IFS sense, but an accessible, internal(ized) guide, akin to an elder, that lives within, or in our ‘field,’ the way our parts can and do.

Amway, using sing active imagination, Jung worked closely with the various elements of his/the psyche, but presumably, never had the experience of unburdening or initiating a ‘do over” for any element/complex/archetype (part), and therefore like most Jungians, would be inclined to see the (hurts of) the past as repeating in the present until the unconscious is amplified, made more and more conscious, and essentially outgrown or somehow magically otherwise transformed.

Jung experimented with other adjunctive ways of creatively externally embodying and assisting in this. Presumably again, because he didn’t see and treat our complexes/archetypes/neurosis/personas as [manifestations of] parts as we do in multiplicity-based IFS.

‘May The Schwartz Be With You’

By contrast, I’ve heard Dr. Richard Schwartz, creator of IFS, say that through IFS we can absolutely change the past. The first few times, I understood what he was meaning, but that’s where it ended. It wasn’t until I began deep-diving shamanism—not just the shamanic elements of IFS (the unburdening ritual to the elements)— but the true roots, history and methods of ancient shamanism, and doing some trainings and shamanic journeys that I began to understand the implications.

It also coincided (un-coincidentally) with the arc of my post-DNOTS/psychic dismemberment (itself shamanic)/spiritual awakening-based ongoing initiation odyssey, and the shamanistic tone that began emerging through this personal work.

To elaborate, in addition to my being visited by the consciousnesses of various ascended masters, spirit guides, ministering angels, multidimensional [cosmic culture] soul family guides, saints, sages, mystics, avatars and others from time immemorial coming in to work with me in my personal meditations, suddenly, the energies of ancient shamans (South American, Siberian and European) have started to appear as my hosts/guides, deepening my understanding of things like the ephemerality of past/present/future, and the absolute truth/reality that there is no death but of the body.

All of this also greatly informs my Spiritual for Extraordinary Experience (S.E.E.) work for experiencers of the whole range of non-ordinary phenomenon.

As this has gone on, my transpersonal IFS work with my spiritually-inclined clients (and even some not so much) has gone deeper, and gotten wilder. Still safe, and incredibly healing, but just wilder. More often now spirit guides, ancestors, deceased loved ones, shamanic animals and elementals from the nature kingdom are entering the fold. My clients imaginal realm experience is taking on more and more of the qualities of this quantum timelessness experience. Its also mor4e common now to connecting to Inner Spirit Helpers (ISH) that have a fondness for imparting profound pearls of wisdom and assisting the work in subtle ways.

My view is, as long as it’s of the highest Light and reflective of Absolute Truth, we’ll take the help from anyone who desires to provide it.

And young, exiled parts, often with the assistance of the spiritual realm, are welcoming the “do-over” offer. As a result, these young parts come alive before our very eyes with a new, profound trust in the Self, a readiness to unload their burdens, leave the “past,” come into “the present” (where the Self resides) and invite in new qualities and new roles in the system.

The parts that are their protectors are more often than not surprised and pleased by the effects of the “do-over,” enabling them to consider their place in time, an unburdening of their old roles, and an update in what they do for the Self.

Verdict?

So. Can we change the past?

Whether God can, can’t, would or wouldn’t anyway, and if there’s truly no such thing as the past as some Junginans like to say, or no such thing as the past because there’s only the eternal now as ancient spiritual mystery schools and modern quantum models demonstrates, hell if I know. You tell me.

All I know is that in the Therapy Outside the Box transpersonal-imaginal-shamanic IFS space, I see young, vulnerable parts reaping the benefits of ‘do-overs’ in past events that brought great harm and saddled these young parts with extreme beliefs and emotions. And that ‘do-over-ing’ transforms the meaning and effects of the event itself for that part, often with the support and direct assistance of non-material forms in/of the hereafter/beyond the veil.

And hey, if the body (i.e. the subconscious mind) truly doesn’t know the difference between imagining being at the beach under hot sun and literally being there—if it responds physiologically just the same (it does), then I guess it’s all good, as the kids say.

If YOU are looking for a Nashville Therapist, or a Therapist in Franklin, TN and would be interested in ‘changing the past’ for some part of you, I’d LOVE to help. Back here in linear time though, I’m on a waitlist for new clients. But if Divine Timing prevails, perhaps by the time I could get you onboard, it would be perfect.

Feel free to reach out here, or contact me directly @ 615.430.2778 with questions or to get on my wait list.

Some services also available via Telehealth/Secure Video the world over (Time zone reconciliation allowing).

Peace, Love, and Imaginal Spaces,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com

The Risks of Psychedelic Experiences: Myths and Facts

Reposting of a common question and answer guest article from the blog of Psychedelic Support Network, of which I’m a member. Enjoy!

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The Risks of Psychedelic Experiences: Myths and Facts

Psychedelics could bring mental health relief to millions of people. But are there risks in psychedelic experiences?

By Marie Hasty, RN

August 9, 2022

At Psychedelic Support, we’re convinced of the evidence-based potential psychedelic substances have to improve lives. But does our excitement make us overzealous about the risks of psychedelics? Let’s talk myths and facts about the risks of psychedelic experiences. 

In the last few years, psychedelics have been decriminalized in cities across the country, like: Denver, Oakland, Santa Fe, Ann Arbor, Somerville, and Washington, D.C. On top of that, Oregon has gone one step further by aiming for statewide access to psychedelics in early 2023. 

At Psychedelic Support, we’re excited about decriminalization and creating avenues for access. That’s why we’re all about empowering clinicians to confidently offer psychedelic therapy to their patients. But has our excitement about psychedelics led us to move too quickly? Are there significant risks of psychedelics that we’re overlooking? 

Many of our early ideas about psychedelic risks come from criminalization measures. Sensationalized media stories from the mid-1900s painted a scary story about psychedelics and the people who used them. Yet when we look at psychedelic’s risk from an evidence-based perspective, these reports don’t hold up. Reality is more nuanced. Here’s the evidence-based scoop. 

Do Psychedelics Cause Schizophrenia and Psychosis?

For a while now, we’ve had this cultural idea that psychedelics cause psychosis. In research during the 60’s, patients sometimes experienced psychotic symptoms lasting up to 48 hours. This was an important fear to establish when the DEA outlawed psychedelics in 1970.[1]

These early studies often did not meet the standards we require today. For example, may early studies [1]:

• Neglected to control the setting where patients took psychedelics

• Failed to exclude patients at risk for psychosis

• Did not maintain a control group

As we know now, all these factors make the results of these studies difficult to analyze at best, and irrelevant at worst. 

With what we know now, it’s clear that these adverse patient outcomes often resulted from unethical science. Patients were often given high doses of LSD without preparation, and were even restrained during their experiences. Given this context, it would appear that psychotic episodes were caused not by LSD, but by abusive research methods [1]. 

However, there are rare cases when psychedelics have caused overwhelming hallucinations. People with a history of psychotic disorders may be at a higher risk for these negative outcomes. Modern clinical trials have yet to see psychosis resulting from psychedelic medicine, but it still remains a concern for many people [1]. 

Do Psychedelics Cause Dependency?

In the 60’s, the media coined the term “period use amongst arty types”[1]. The root idea being that hallucinogens caused a specific type of substance dependence. Many believed that, since people were using them frequently, they must have a high potential for abuse. 

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-V) acknowledges hallucinogen use disorder (HUD). The manual lists three categories of HUD: hallucinogen dependence, hallucinogen abuse, and other HUD. 

Yet psychedelics don’t meet the profile of other substances that cause dependency. Few people find it difficult to cut down on psychedelic use – a hallmark of pathological dependency. The bottom line is that HUD is uncommon, and there’s a low risk of people developing dependency after experiencing psychedelics [2]. The majority of people who use psychedelics are not dependent on them. 

In fact, when compared with other substances, psychedelics have very low abuse and dependency potential. In 2017, the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration ranked psychedelics at the bottom of their list of dependence risk [3]. 

Psychedelic therapists should still educate themselves about abuse and how to prevent it in the rare cases when it can happen. 

Note: For more about the nuances of psychedelics abuse and dependency, check out our blog Can Psychedelics Be Abused? And How to Prevent It in Patients. 

Can Psychedelics Cause Flashbacks?

Maybe you heard in high school that LSD flashbacks can happen years after a psychedelic experience. This popular legend still persists, and has been documented in some users. But these post-experience hallucinations are not specific to psychedelics. They can also happen with other psychoactive substances, like alcohol and benzodiazepines [1].

If these hallucinations persist, they’re called Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder (HPPD). We’re still not sure how common this syndrome is. The DSM-V reports a prevalence rate of 4.2% in people who use hallucinogens [4]. However, this is even more rare in the clinical context, and we believe this is because of screening and patient preparation [1]. 

One small study seemed to show that people who experienced anxiety and panic during their psychedelic experiences were more likely to experience HPPD afterward. Because of this, symptoms of flashbacks may be more similar to a trauma response rather than residual effects from the psychedelics [5]. 

What if Patients Experience a “Bad Trip” in Therapy?

Your patients may be worried about having challenging experiences, or “bad trips,” while taking psychedelics. This can happen, although it’s more rare in the context of therapy. There’s no exact definition of this experience. Generally people describe feelings of fear, anxiety, dysphoria, and paranoia that don’t last past the acute hallucinogenic period [1]. 

Yet even these “bad trips’” may not be all bad. One 2016 survey measured outcomes from people who self-reported challenging experiences from psychedelics. 84% of this group said that they still benefited from their experiences in the long-term, despite these “bad trips” [6]. Research suggests that these unpleasant experiences are transient, and they don’t take away from the therapeutic benefits of psychedelics [7]. 

We’re still not sure why some people have negative experiences and others don’t. Some research suggests that people with high levels of openness, acceptance, and absorption may be more likely to have positive experiences. People who are more apprehensive or preoccupied may be more predisposed to “bad trips” [8]. 

To mitigate this risk, psychedelic experiences should be paired with therapy sessions and close supervision. Setting and dose should also be carefully controlled in order to decrease the likelihood of negative experiences. With time, we’ll know more about how to prevent or interpret challenging experiences in patients.

Interested in preventing bad trips with evidence-based harm reduction? Check out our free guide.  

Can People Hurt Themselves While on Psychedelics?

It’s no secret that psychedelic experiences can be emotional for people. Psychedelics can bring past trauma to the surface, and make people see the world differently. Sometimes folks are overwhelmed with their experience. If they’re unprepared, or in the wrong setting, the effects of psychedelics may cause people to act out in dangerous ways [9]. 

In rare cases, people experiencing psychedelics have jumped from buildings and did not survive [10]. This is a serious risk for people who undergo psychedelic experiences without supervision. 

Other substances such as alcohol and opiates cause thousands of deaths per year. Compared with other substances, the risk for physical harm is relatively rare [11]. 

Within psychedelic medicine, physical harm is mitigated by using safe standards of care for all patients. Establishing rapport and trust with patients before their experiences helps them feel safe. The controlled setting of supervised therapy ensures that patients can’t hurt themselves or others. That’s why proper education is vital for the success and safety of patients. 

Can You Overdose on Psychedelics?

At normal doses, psychedelics are physiologically safe. Overdoses have happened under very large doses, for example, at more than 550 times the recommended LSD dose [1, 12]. Even at these high doses, they have made full recoveries. Mixing psychedelics with other substances like alcohol can also increase the chances of toxicity [13]. 

However, in the clinical setting, dosage is set and controlled. Clinicians strictly monitor patients for physiological symptoms outside of the norm, or symptoms of overdose. Because of psychedelic medicine’s strict standards, toxicity and overdose have not occurred within the clinical setting. 

Are Psychedelics Neurotoxic?

Early, flawed research in psychedelic medicine promoted the idea that psychedelics were toxic to the brain, and could even damage chromosomes. These early conclusions were widely publicized. Unfortunately, when these ideas were disproven or retracted, the damage to public perception had already been done [1]. 

Most researchers believe that psychedelics are non-toxic. They don’t damage mammalian organs, and they’re generally physiologically safe [14]. We’ve failed to see any neurocognitive problems from contemporary research [15]. In fact, some research even suggests that psychedelics promote neuroplasticity and neurogenesis  – meaning they may actually help us build more connections and new neurons [16].  

Learn more about how psychedelics help neurons grow on our blog.

Key Takeaways About the Risks of Psychedelic Medicine

So often in medicine, we look for answers that are “right” and “wrong.” We want to give patients clear answers that don’t confuse them. 

But psychedelic medicine, like all medicine, is more complicated than that. Just like when prescribing any other medication, psychedelic clinicians must understand that one therapy won’t be useful for all patients. Every medical intervention has its risks and benefits. By dismantling old misconceptions, we hope to create a better understanding within this growing field. 

Psychedelics medicine holds the potential to change countless lives. With the right education, high standards, safety precautions, and increased research – we can mitigate the risks of psychedelic therapy in order to unlock its potential for healing. 

Want to learn more about reducing the risks of psychedelic experiences? Psychedelic Support has created a free learning course on psychedelic harm reduction. In this course, you’ll learn how to limit the harm of “bad trips” and understand the risks of psychedelic use. Sign up for this online course today!

References:

1. Schlag AK, Aday J, Salam I, Neill JC, Nutt DJ. Adverse effects of psychedelics: From anecdotes and misinformation to systematic science. J Psychopharmacol. 2022 Mar;36(3):258-272. doi: 10.1177/02698811211069100. Epub 2022 Feb 2. PMID: 35107059; PMCID: PMC8905125.

2. Shalit, N, Rehm, J, Lev-Ran, S (2019) Epidemiology of hallucinogen use in the U.S. results from the National epidemiologic survey on alcohol and related conditions III. Addictive Behaviors 89: 35–43.

3. Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) (2017) Results from the 2017 National Survey on Drug Use and Health: Detailed Tables. Available at: https://www.samhsa.gov/data/sites/default/files/cbhsq-reports/NSDUHDetailedTabs2017/NSDUHDetailedTabs2017.htm#lotsect1pe

4. American Psychiatric Association (APA) (2013) Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5). Washington, DC: APA.

5. Halpern, JH, Lerner, AG, Passie, T (2016) A review of hallucinogen persisting perception disorder (HPPD) and an exploratory study of subjects claiming symptoms of HPPD. In: Halberstadt, Vollenweider, Nichols, DE (eds) Behavioral Neurobiology of Psychedelic Drugs. Berlin; Heidelberg: Springer, pp.333–360.

6. Carbonaro, TM, Bradstreet, MP, Barrett, FS, et al. (2016) Survey study of challenging experiences after ingesting psilocybin mushrooms: Acute and enduring positive and negative consequences. Journal of Psychopharmacology 30: 1268–1278.

7. Carhart-Harris, RL, Bolstridge, M, Rucker, J, et al. (2016) Psilocybin with psychological support for treatment-resistant depression: An open-label feasibility study. The Lancet Psychiatry 3(7): 619–627.

8. Aday, JS, Davis, AK, Mitzkovitz, CM, et al. (2021) Predicting reactions to psychedelic drugs: A systematic review of states and traits related to acute drug effects. ACS Pharmacology & Translational Science 4(2): 424–435.

9. Johnson, MW, Richards, WA, Griffiths, RR (2008) Human hallucinogen research: Guidelines for safety. Journal of Psychopharmacology 22(6): 603–620.

10. Honyiglo, E, Franchi, A, Cartiser, N, et al. (2019) Unpredictable behavior under the influence of ‘magic mushrooms’: A case report and review of the literature. Journal of Forensic Sciences 64(4): 1266–1270.

11. Nutt DJ, King LA, Phillips LD; Independent Scientific Committee on Drugs. Drug harms in the UK: a multicriteria decision analysis. Lancet. 2010 Nov 6;376(9752):1558-65. doi: 10.1016/S0140-6736(10)61462-6. Epub 2010 Oct 29. PMID: 21036393.

12. Haden M, Woods B. LSD Overdoses: Three Case Reports. J Stud Alcohol Drugs. 2020 Jan;81(1):115-118. PMID: 32048609.

13. Van Amsterdam, J, Opperhuizen, A, Van den Brink, W (2011) Harm potential of magic mushroom use: A review. Regulatory Toxicology and Pharmacology 59(3): 423–429.

14. Malcolm, B, Thomas, K (2021) Serotonin toxicity of serotonergic psychedelics. Psychopharmacology. Epub ahead of print 12 July. DOI: 10.1007/s00213-021-05876-x.

15. Aday, JS, Mitzkovitz, CM, Bloesch, EK, et al. (2020b) Long-term effects of psychedelic drugs: A systematic review. Neuroscience and Biobehavioral Reviews 113: 179–189.

16. Ly, C, Greb, AC, Cameron, L, et al. (2018) Psychedelics promote structural and functional neural plasticity. Cell Reports 23(11): 3170–3182.

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'These Therapists Want to Help You Trip on Shrooms and Ecstasy'

*CHRIS HANCOCK, LCSW, ACMHP D/B/A THERAPY OUTSIDE THE BOX DOES NOT RECOMMEND OR ENDORSE THE AQUISITION, USE, ABUSE OR DISTRIBUTION OF ANY ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES*

Sensational title, eh? I was recently contacted by a freelance journalist for The Daily Beast (article below) about being a therapist embracing the new psychedelic paradigm. Because I’m listed as a provider for the Psychedelic Support Network. I thought, what the hell. It was a weird conversation to enter into given that I had no idea of the angle. But I went with it. Now I’ve outed as someone who consumed a fair share of psychedelic substances in his youth. Guilty as charged! And while didn’t approach it with much mindfulness back then, inspired by Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception,’ I was clearly searching. Now I understand far better for what. The irony is, while I do embrace the potential of psychedelics, and they’re clearly here to stay, my more recent spiritual unfoldment odyssey has allowed me more than a glimpse of what I was after all along. And my post DNOTS-awakening journey and initiatory relationships with the higher realms appears to not call for plant intermediaries at this time. I did have a profoundly harrowing ayahuasca journey some years back; one that foreshadowed the dark night to come. I’m grateful for that now. And who know what the future has in store. I have an open mind. Not so open that anything falls in, but open. Anyway, while the bulk of what was discussed is not included in this piece, I now know two things. One, Daily Beast is not above publishing stories with numerous typos :> Two, I apparently have green eyes. One of these is verifiably true. I’ll leave it to you to determine which. To be absolutely clear, I do not practice psychedelic-assisted therapy in the conventional sense. Meaning, no one’s coming to my home office or meeting with me via telehealth tripping their balls off and having me guide them or talk them down off a ledge. For now at least, I leave that to professional trip sitters and research study personnel. What I provide in this area is assistance in pre-psychedelic discernment, preparation, post journey processing, recovery and integration, as well as support for people considering or already microdosing for medicinal, supplemental mental health and consciousness expansion purposes. In any case, enjoy…

These Therapists Want to Help You Trip on Shrooms and Ecstasy

MAGICAL MYSTERY MIND

With the growing popularity of psychedelics, therapists are popping up to guide patients on their inner trips—they just can’t help score the drugs. (Yet.)

Nick Keppler

Updated Aug. 13, 2022 10:48PM ET / Published Aug. 13, 2022 8:37PM ET

Laying in a bed in Bellevue Hospital with a blindfold over her eyes, Bronya saw the dragon. As her body metabolized the psilocybin, a hallucinogenic mushroom extract, the 55-year-old home health aide then somehow was inside the beast, resting in its belly like a baby in the womb as it flew over mountains.

They arrived at what Bronya can only remember as a vast “fleshy thing, it was like flabs of pinkish tissue.” She pushed herself through. It enveloped her and she found herself in a dark cavern. There she saw a batch of glistening eggs. She was encased in a womb for the second time during the trip. It was a reverse birth. One of the eggs transmitted a message to her: The egg was her, from another time and dimension, and she wanted to be born.

The vision contrasted with a notion she carried for decades. “I often thought it would be better if I had been never born,” said Bronya (a pseudonym). She grew up in Eastern Europe with cold and distant parents. She emigrated to New York City for a job as a translator. The job ended. The city was a lonely place. Her depression caused brain fog, sapped her of desire or ambition and stoked self-loathing. She used alcohol to get by, sipping down half a bottle worth of…

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Transpersonal IFS, Synchronicity, & 'Compassionate Depossession' PT2

Assuming you’re familiar with what I discussed in PT1, onto the most recent of the high strangeness occurring in Therapy Outside the Box two weeks ago.

And I’m writing this on Sunday 8/7, in fits and spurts, between walking around the lake with a friend, talking to my daughter about dating, dump runs, meditating, helping my other daughter write a biography, and attending an online Meetup on mircodosing. So this might not be the most cohesive post! But if I don’t get it done today it won’t happen. And I’ll be seeing this client again this week, so I’m as eager to finish this and follow up with him as I know he is to revisit what occurred and see what happens next.

Here goes…

RECAP—Days prior to the session I’m about to describe, completed a web-based training on Shamanism and Psychotherapy (IFS), hosted by two lead trainers in the IFS model. One of those, Robert Falconer, discussed his accidental ascent into the weird offshoot of what in IFS we are unattached burdens. These are not parts of us in the conventional IFS sense, but something other. Entities, if you will, that can become attached to us (in my view on the etheric level) as a result of our susceptibility during times of extreme trauma, or any circumstance or event that leaves us feeling utterly powerless. Of course indigenous cultures practicing various forms of shamanism have understood this for an eon. In any case, Falconer became convinced of the reality of this phenomenon after a profound experience encountering and ultimately helping to release someone from one of these unattached burdens that, by the persons own description, changed the entire course of her life. Because he was the first therapist in a long line to both 1) take the idea of an attachment seriously and 2) actually help release it.

Despite much guff, some ridicule and ostracization by those in the psychotherapy and the mainstream IFS community, he felt compelled to forge ahead into this area. He continues to help others do the same, and is soon to release a book about this phenomenon titled ‘The Other Ones.’ I can’t wait.

So anyway here I am, fresh off some of my own increasingly weird but beautiful clinical happenings (detailed in PT1), fresh off this training that made me aware of the neo-shamanic spirit release method called ‘compassionate depossession’ that Falconer has borrowed from, and my deciding to apply for training in it by one of its founders, Betsy Bergstrom.

Then, the following happened:

RELEVANT BACKGROUND—My client is a male in his 40’s. I’ve been seeing him for a few months and for this session we agreed to go further into my transpersonal approach to Internal Family Systems Therapy (IFS). We did one introductory IFS session some weeks back. Our work before and since have been largely Integrative Counseling, and one or two Energy Psychology (Subconscious Heal and Release®) sessions, all aimed at helping him navigate and ultimately accept the likely end of a gut wrenching on/off romantic relationship. One that commenced not very long after a 15 or so year highly dramatic and toxic marriage ending in divorce. That was with someone who, by this individual’s account, would regularly decompensate into horrifying, rage-induced dissociative breakdowns marked aggressive, frightening mood/affect changes, deep, seemingly unnatural guttural vocal sounds, occasional exclamations of being something other than who she is/non-human, and odd/unusual physical behavior. All of which no intervention could control or bring to a halt until it ran its course.

You can probably see where this is going.

The ending of the current relationship, one overlaid with much of the unprocessed pain and rescuer-based dynamics of the former, was coffin nailed so to speak the week before by an unexpected final communication following a painfully long silence. Whatever the contents of it by the now official ex, it left the client in a state of acute despairing about his own unforeseen psychological dynamics, relational patterns, and family of origin traumas/attachment wounds that have co-created the downfall of his romantic endeavors to date. A bitter pill to be sure. But one that led him to commit to bringing the focus back to himself—to accessing, understanding and bringing compassionate healing and relief to his own wounded and hyper-protective parts.

THE SESSION—After some revisiting of the impact of the death knell communication from the now official ex, with eyes wide open as to the depth of his own pain, and his ability to distance from it via romantic rescuing and ‘achievement bypassing,’ we settled in. Establishing an intention for this IFS session, we agreed to hold it loosely, allowing for whatever may arise (foreshadowing if there ever was). We called in and called upon ancestors, guides, masters, angels, archangels, spirt and totem animals, helping spirits and elementals to join, support, assist, guide, and direct. Off we went.

Right away the client became aware of tightness in the heart area, accompanied by a stabbing sensation, and a ‘funnel imagery’. My intuition/guidance seemed to suggest this was a protector part, although it wasn’t entirely clear. (Meaningful, as it turns out). Then there was a part the client felt was suspicious of this part. ‘Suspicious, but okay.’ This part seemed to respond to a request to make space. Thus far, more or less standard IFS.

As the client returned his focus to what he noticed in the heart, he said he got that it was ‘hurting, and scared.’ Then something about ‘rejection, not being wanted,’ and that it had ‘been here for too long.’ At this point I’m still intuiting that this is what in IFS we would consider a protector part.

It’s gets stranger then when I suggest asking this part its age. “2 years old,” he says. That’s awfully young for a protector part, in my experience. Two would most certainly be a younger, or ‘exile’ part, as its called in IFS. When I suggest the client ask the part how old it thinks you are he gets “I don’t even know who you are,’ …but then, strnagely, the part seemed to warm up, the client said.

Now that’s unusual. Because a part saying it doesn’t even know (the person) it usually results in the part receding, or it becomes less clear, or goes silent. It doesn’t warm up or come closer. I asked the client to just stay with the part, and then (as I probably should have done sooner) asked the client the magic, penultimate IFS question, which is:

“How do feel toward this part right now?”

[In IFS, this is the Self-Energy detecting question. It’s what tells us how much Self is present, as opposed to other parts being in the way of the connection we hope to establish between the Self and the part we’re endeavoring to help. If the response is anything other than things like “I feel curious about it, open to it, sorry for it, or like I want to help it, then we assume it’s another part describing how it feels toward the (target) part. We then acknowledge that part, tell it we get that, and ask it to step out and make space. And that’s usually what happens].

Not this time…

HOLY F*&#K—In response to the magic question, I begin to get a sense of why things weren’t quite adding up. The client, fortunately a highly spiritually aware and adept seeker, super well-read and studied in various schools of philosophical and spiritual traditions of east and west including deep esoteric and ceremonial magic practices, suddenly looks some combination of surprised, scared, and yet, poised.

Amazing, considering what came out of his mouth next.

“Um, there’s this…a dark being…an overlord…right here. It’s…demonic. (My intuitive guidance via up/down head nod confirms the entirely of the statement. I breathe, and doublecheck: affirmative.). I literally hear myself think Holy F@*k. I ask that alarmed part of me to step back, and remind myself to hold steady, trust, have faith, and stay with it.

To my amazement, the client then confidently says: “Wait, I know what this is…I invited him in.”

I intuitively knew he didn’t mean intentionally.

He goes on to describe that he knows this things came in during his marriage to his highly unstable ex. Specifically as result of the many, many attempts at containing and preventing his ex from harming herself or him during the aforementioned ragefully dissociative breakdowns.

In these, he’s stating now, while he thought he was essentially safe playing the role of rescuer/therapist/shaman/exorcist, so to speak, he was…and the entity apparently gleefully confirmed this…that he was being manipulated, tricked, controlled, essentially possessed to some degree.

The client then says: “His name is [something like] Ackanoizan”(sp?).

As I’m observing, attempting to remain focused and in Self, as if for comedic, dramatic effect on the part of Mother Nature, it literally begins storming outside (?!?!?!).

Having no idea what’s next, I start reaffirming the presence of the Highest and Holiest, calling in by name the biggest guns I can think of—The Christ, Holy Spirit, Mother Mary, Archangel Michael, Elohim, my Ascended Master guide Saint Germain, Babaji, and The Great White Brotherhood.

Not that I’m surprised, but I tell you, the already palpable white light energy in the room ramped up.

The call was clearly being answered.

COMPASSIONATE (SELF) DEPOSSESSION—As mentioned prior, I had just recently completed a training in shamanism and IFS, and decided to train in ‘compassionate depossession.’ Before I get the chance, here I am facing a Mack Daddy of a dark, apparently demonic unattached burden :>

It’s at this point that we get to the meat and potatoes. Yet I cannot even provide a descriptive accounting of what transpired next. Because honestly, it was all the client.

Drawing upon his own resources, intuition, intelligence, spiritual knowledge and wisdom, and without a doubt the assistance of the Highest and Holiest Emissaries of The Divine, the client initiated his own compassionate depossession process. Maybe a little lighter on the compassion than I would have led with, but effective nonetheless. The outcome is what matters.

All I can really say is that for the last 15-20 minutes or so, lightning and thunder crashing outside, as I prayed and held space, I simply observed while the client silently engaged his full strength of energy, power, faith and conviction in his own ability and/or will to release the entity.

At what appeared to be the finale, I see the client’s head slowly rise, his chest puff up and out slightly, and his countenance begin to shift. Once his face was upright and in line with mine, I shit you not, I half expected to see him open his eyes to reveal sheer, empty blackness and the expression of a man demonically possessed. Fully incorporated, as they say.

At this very moment, I noticed a palpable wave of intense fear pass me by. Not wash over me. Not as if attempting to enter me. And not from within. Rather, as if something was moving through the room, exiting, and I was just privy to the felt sense of its negative energetic nature on the way out.

The client then looked up at me with clear eyes, a surprisingly relaxed smile, an unspoken “whoa,” and simply said:

“It’s gone.”

Long exhales.

CONCLUSION—Already far over time, we marveled and took stock of what occurred. The client said there just came a point where he knew what to do, or what he must attempt to do. He drew on the classical wisdom that suggests when dealing with such phenomenon—especially something identifying as demonic—that you must get their name. Keep demanding it. Once he got it, it gave him confidence to attempt to release it by any means necessary. His description was such that he simply gathered his power, harnessed all the energy he had, and essentially mind-forced the thing out.

I believe this is exactly what he did. And that this entity was the fearful energy I felt pass me by prior to his eyes opening, at the end of this seemingly accidental, though synchronistic compassionate depossession process we found ourselves in on this day.

When I asked about the 2 year old part, the client felt that this was actually a decoy—a ruse on the part of the entity to lure him in, and to get his attention. Which would make sense given the anomalies I was experiencing in the lead up to the fireworks. (To date, I’ve never met a 2 yr old protective part of anyone. Protectors are usually at least a few years older than that).

My sense is that my guidance chose not to prematurely alert me to the fact that this was a decoy (if in fact it was) or that there was an entity/other situation at play. It was likely for the client to realize it himself. In other words, I trust that there was a rhyme and reason to it unfolding as it did. The outcome is probably the best evidence for this.

Perhaps also, the entity, whatever the hell it was, may have underestimated the power of the individual he attached to to be fearless, confront, and ultimately kick it out. Either that, or it sorely underestimated the power of the Highest and Holiest forces, or didn’t think we’d have the sense to call in the big guns. Perhaps all of this. Who knows.

Before wrapping up, we agreed to keep in touch over the next few days by email or otherwise if needed.

He beat me to the punch the following morning:

“Yesterday evening and this morning I am feeling more clear headed and focused than I have in a long time.”

I followed with:

“Fantastic _______. I've just begun documenting the experience. Only as far as definition of terms: IFS, unattached burdens, compassionate depossession. Checked in with my guidance about it early this morning and got confirmation that all is well, that what we believed happened actually did, and what we thought that entity to be is exactly correct. As well as your take on from where, when, why and how it came into your system. More power to you for staying fearless, grounded, and intuitively knowing exactly what to do. You did the heavy lifting. If you can do that, what can't you do? Best is yet to come.”

He responded:

“Thank you for your feedback and encouragement. I too checked-in this morning to verify. I got a strong confirmation. I believe this type of internalized exogenous part is more common than I think people realize. I can see how IFS dovetails into the intersection of what parts are of the primary constellation and what entities, deamons, intended or unintended homunculus' have docked inside our non-primary constellation unaware. Humans are always doing magic. Whether they are asleep at the wheel or not matters not. I feel open, light, clear, positive and grounded. I feel strength, motivation, courage and compassion. I can feel a part of me has been restored and the channel to my higher-self has been unclogged. Indeed. Best is yet to come.”

“There’s an Outside the Box Solution for Every Problem.”

Godspeed.

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

Franklin, TN

615.430.2778