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Jesus was a shaman.  

These words open the mind to the realization that the man known as the Son of God was still, in fact, a man– as human as you and I, as strong and fragile, as vulnerable to all the challenges we face from day to day, as capable of love and anger and yearning and joy as each of us.  Yet his life, death, and post-mortem appearances to his followers have inspired  people around the world for over 2000 years.  Despite multiple interpretations (and misinterpretations) of his teachings by Christians and others, we remain mystified, intrigued   

What makes a shaman different from other men?  How can any human being, shaman or not, suffer, die, and rise again?  A true shaman is also an adept–  one who has made friends with death, who no longer fears anything that can possibly happen, because she has mastered the ego.  The Uhane, the Middle Self– that part of us that fears, hopes, desires, angers, plans, and generally drives us crazy with self-absorption and endless striving– no longer rules her fate.  She knows she is more than what she appears to be.  The extent to which we can see that we are not just our bodies– these packets of bone and flesh–  but pure Spirit, is the extent to which we, too, can become as free as Jesus was. 

Jose’ Stevens’ latest article explores the themes of Christ’s Crucifixion, Resurrection, and Ascension from a shamanic point of view.  He explains the real meaning behind the saga of Jesus, and encourages us to consider that we too can enjoy our lives to the full, knowing that life in the body is a dream and that we, like Jesus, are the dreamweavers. 

Jose’ Stevens – July 2014

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Pharmaphobia

Barring the unforeseen, we can usually deal with most mini medical emergencies on our own. But every now and then something happens to blow that theory right out of the water. In my husband’s case, he had some soreness in his hip so he couldn’t sleep on his side, as usual. Trying to sleep on his back didn’t work, and after about a week of sleepless nights and a series of over the counter herbal sleep products, he’d become a bit panicky and decided to head over to Urgent Care for a prescription. At that point I should have put my foot down, but I didn’t. (A week with a sleepless, panicky man can definitely put one off her game!) In any case, the obliging young PA gave him a prescription for an anti-anxiety drug which was supposed to help with insomnia. It didn’t. Neither did the next one, or the one after that. My husband woke me up at 5 am one morning about three weeks into this protocol to say he was having terrifying hallucinations and I’d better drive him to the hospital. I did, and the ER team were wonderful. The MD in charge was only to happy to send him home with a week’s worth of Lorazepam, which he took gratefully, and things settled down somewhat. All too soon, however, anxiety set in again. (My husband is a Vietnam vet with PTSD, so anxiety is a constant– but it was usually very low-level until we jumped on the Pill Train.) Lorazepam was again prescribed, along with a few other meds the doctors convinced him to take. (By now he had seen several doctors, including two GPs, a couple of psychologists, and no less than three psychiatrists– all to to avail. Each of the meds produced an opposite reaction to the one intended– so that an anti-anxiety med created anxiety. A sleeping med caused insomnia. Meds for other accompanying physical symptoms intensified those symptoms. So he would briefly try one after the other, sinking ever deeper into despair and convinced that he could never heal. About six months after his first visit to the ER he thought he was having a heart attack– which turned out to be a panic attack– and I took him back to the hospital. Again, a wonderful team took care of him, kept him there overnight, and finally released him the next afternoon with a long list of various meds they felt he should take. This time, however, we decided to read the scary information the pharmacy gives you with SSRIs and other psychoactive drugs. It was no surprise to learn that every one of his symptoms were either caused by or exacerbated by the drugs he’d been prescribed.

It’s been almost two years since the onset of this adventure and my husband now eats organic food, takes only herbal supplements, and works with his issues through meditation and other calming and centering practices. He’s slowly recovering some of his physical strength and mental acuity. (The drugs, we discovered, also induce brain fog, flat affect, and delayed neurophysical reaction along with everything else.) And though it’s a grueling process, with a few bright moments and many dark ones, he is beginning to heal.

If there’s a moral to this story, it’s that we really need to follow our intuition– listen to that still, small voice that whispers, “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea. Maybe you might want to try another way…” Ideally, the billions that are being thrown at Big Pharm could be used to fund research on the real effects of psychoactive medications. More research on holistic treatment of serious mental and emotional disorders is definitely in order. At the very least we need to look more deeply into underlying causes of our depression, anxiety, insomnia, or whatever else we may be facing. There is always a reason, because the body is not our enemy. It’s our friend, and when unpleasant thoughts or physical symptoms arise they’re not just coming out of the blue. There is always a wiser, gentler way to deal with life’s little roadblocks.