Awakened at Needle Point: A Shamanic Journey into Body-Mind-Spirit Wellness By John Jay Harper Introduction It was

late Friday afternoon February 26th, 2010; a cold, snowy mid-winter day in the Pacific Northwest when an unresolved, incapacitating childhood conflict surfaced again. Indeed it was the source of symptoms, mental and physical, that had controlled my entire life story until now. These anxieties dogged me like a proverbial hound from hell and I began paying close attention to them. I knew my sanity depended upon comprehending these symptoms as signs and symbols of my unconscious psyche, but I did not understand why they manifested yet! The original catalyst for my crash and burn was the abandonment by my father in Seattle at age 5. He left my mother, Catherine, and my two brothers, Ron and Steve, homeless and penniless, so he could hire on with a fishing fleet. His goal was to become the chief marine mechanic to keep them trolling for the deadliest catch in waters up and down the coastlines of Alaska, Canada, Washington, Oregon, and California. I never saw him again until I was 32-years old. In fact, as I shared in the Second Edition of my book, Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century, my perceived reality since the 1950s was nothing but the symbolic cutting down of my family tree reenacted through me. And my heroic efforts to stop it from happening to those I loved, again and again and again. Clinically speaking, I was suffering from a so-called borderline personality disorder known to psychotherapists as third degree emotional burns. In short, I felt a swarm of toxic emotions sting me that evening and I reacted as a helpless child alone in the dark not an adult. I truly did not have a life yet, nor an authentic sense of self that was symptom-free and able to engage the world on its terms. But the scenario that led initially to nothing more than headaches and sinus symptoms was Claritin clear enough. My beloved 20-year old granddaughter, Kathryne, who had been living with us for the past 3 years, was embarking on her first solo cross-country road trip from Spokane, Washington to Jacksonville, North Carolina, and I was deathly afraid for her safety. Katie was en route to Andrea, a girlfriend she had known in Spokane since 14, to share a recently purchased home close to the Atlantic Ocean. Andrea was today a proud U.S. Marine stationed at Camp Lejeune, awaiting the return of her husband, high school sweetheart Joshua, likewise a combat soldier but fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan until summer 2010. Specifically, in a panic-stricken spur of the moment decision that gripped my heart like a steel vice, I decided to drive our gas-miser Honda Civic in front of Katie s car for the initial one thousand miles of this four thousand mile journey to the East Coast. I wanted to blaze the trail, so to speak, make certain she, and co-driver Jody, got safely through the snowy mountain passes in Idaho, Utah and then into the first city they planned to stop on Saturday afternoon: Las Vegas, Nevada. I even paid for a deluxe room-in-advance at the Luxor Hotel for my wife, Connie, and myself, before we departed Spokane. I was confident that this was a mission possible.

However, my optimism overstretched my capacity to drive around-the-clock anymore, as I did easily in my pre-retirement years, and we never made it. For I collapsed from exhaustion early Saturday morning while driving on Interstate 84 through Boise, Idaho and was forced to exit the freeway prematurely and pull into the Hampton Inn at approximately 3:30AM PST. Connie called Katie s cell phone and explained what had happened to me and wished her and Jody a fun weekend in Las Vegas, but without us. We would rest a few hours, we said, and chart a new course back home via western Idaho, eastern Oregon and central Washington, avoiding the mountain passes crossed in the middle of the night. This particular route East-to-West from Virginia to California was significant from an ancestral migration standpoint. With hindsight, I recalled my grandfather was born in Salt Lake City in 1890 and my great-grandfather, Robert Harper, helped lay stones on The Mormon Temple. Moreover, my father in fact who was born in Eureka, Humboldt County, California on April 6, 1928, died at Las Vegas Medical Center on February 25th, 1991. So my advice early on is pay attention to the coincidences for they are sprinkled throughout my autobiography. These, of course, are meaningful to me and my life story ultimately: but let me give you a hint upfront: Your life is an open book too: Wake-up and follow the breadcrumbs and bones for there is meaning to everything in existence and purpose under heaven if we can read the signs of the times properly. Clinical psychologist Wilson Van Dusen, Ph.D. (1923-2005), could do just that and worked for decades with the mentally ill in California state hospitals and the United States Coast Guard. He concluded that spirit possession is at the root of many crises. And upon retirement, he wrote about his life as a mystic, sharing a lifetime insights in many inspiring books on heaven and hell. He learned as I did, The great spiritual adventurers found the whole of creation and every part of it symbolic as he shared in Seeing Through Symbols: Insights into Spirit. I also have had and investigated mystical, shamanic, and prophetic visions, as well as spoken to millions of listeners on talk radio shows about my conclusions to the near-death experience (NDE). Today these topics are common cocktail party conversations among psychiatrists, psychologists, philosophers, and physicists; so I am in good company, finally. I no longer feel like a fish out of water at least. My point is we are in the early stages as a species learning to walk between worlds, bring the spiritual benefits of heaven, and hell, to planet earth again through the eyes of the shamans. I see us integrating these skills within a new science of soul in the 21st century. (See www.near-death.com/experiences/experts13.html) Shamans of the 21st Century In the days, weeks, and months to follow spring 2010, my symptoms increased from sinus to serious and I lost the ability to control my neck muscles and it collapsed. A pinched nerve in the upper region of my spine at the base of my skull became so painful that it demanded medical intervention. This bracing against pain 24/7 began a decline in my health with sleepless nights and miserable days spiraling towards disaster. I no longer had a life really; rather I became a walking, talking set of symptoms constantly seeking a savior with a magic silver bullet.

I brushed-up on Latin: Over-and-under the-counter medications available only by prescription listed in the encyclopedic Physicians Desk Reference (PDR) crept into my daily vocabulary. My medicine cabinet went from Alka-Seltzer to rows of neatly ordered alchemical brews from the allopathic to Traditional Chinese Medicine herbal pharmacy. Somewhere a custom-made pain pill that works without side-effects must exist I reasoned. If so, I never found one. You can go into the twilight zone of numbness but you can t remain productive once pain passes a critical threshold of awareness within our electrified nervous system. Think root canal-level toothache as in the Tom Hank s movie Cast Away (2000) and you get this message loud and clear, right? To my primary care doctors credit at Group Health Cooperative in Spokane, Tim J. Meyer, M.D., and Jan H. Mueller, M.D., I began a course of drugs that did address the PAG (periaqueductal gray), the pain control center of the brain. So we started down the right track pharmacologically even if I was to derail later. I read in Molecules of Emotion: Why You Feel the Way You Feel, the encouraging words of biochemist Candace Pert, Ph.D.: Pain researchers all agree that the area called the periaqueductal gray, located around the aqueduct between the third and fourth ventricles of the midbrain, is filled with opiate receptors, making it a control area for pain. It is also loaded with receptors for virtually all the neuropeptides that have been studied. So began a turning point in my search for salvation, although understanding neuropeptides was not easy since they acted more as quantum, non-local fields of energy said the late Francis Schmidt of M.I.T. He called them mystical information substances or messenger molecules. Dr. Pert proclaimed This complexity has led to their being classified under a variety of categories, including hormones, neurotransmitters, neuromodulators, growth factors, gut peptides, interleukins, cytokines, chemokines, and growth-inhibiting factors. Nonetheless, ideally, these information substances give us a sense of bliss or euphoria and make life worth living in plain terms. But my brain quit making them, so I was prescribed the opiate-derivative equivalent drugs such as hydrocodone and oxycodone as I underwent a comprehensive diagnostic work-up to isolate the problem over a 3-month period from June to August 2010. These tests included the cutting-edge in X-Ray for the spine, laboratory analysis of blood and urine for general health index baselines, as well as cardiac enzyme function examination at Sacred Heart and then, the final straw, MRI at Holy Family Hospital. Now I had more diagnoses than my beloved late grandmother, Mary Evelyn Scott (1888-1977), in Seattle would have said to me as a child, Carter has liver pills! Yet this is where we shine in the West, our electron microscopes and spaceship-shaped nuclear magnetic resonance imaging capsules save lives every single day because we can see into the living brain-body-blood-bone matrix non-invasively. Though in terms of psychopharmacology we ve only scratched the surface of potential therapeutic potions for these non-toxic plant teacher medicines are known only to shamans worldwide. If my musings come to be validated, amino acid therapy will combine with indigenous hallucinogens to create a pharmacopeia second to none soon. I mean we all make these visionary substances every second within our cells, tissues from intestines to brains!

Along this same line of reasoning, I was referred to several complementary health care specialists in our community to tap my botanical plant farm roots that included acupuncture with Rebekah Giangreco, L.Ac., Dipl.Ac., at New Moon Family Acupuncture, sports medicine chiropractic with Ryan Johnson, D.C., at Pearson and Weary Pain Relief Clinics, and massage therapy with Marlene Sullivan, L.M.T. I also had a strong spiritual and shamanic support team that appeared as if by magic. Robert Lindseth of the Life Church located at the corner of 25th and South Grand Boulevard in Spokane came into my life miraculously when his teenage daughter happened to come by our house one evening to ask my wife if there was someone that needed prayer? Oh did I ever! Pastor Bob invested countless hours ministering to me this past summer as we prayed together for answers to my situation. I even asked him to renew my covenant in baptism for I identified with this proclamation of Paul of Tarsus as never before in my life: I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20) Of that I had no doubt but death hovered over me. In this same time period, Mona Klinger, a medical intuitive and shaman in Bend, Oregon came into my life just as I thought I could go on no longer. My suffering reached levels unimaginable and I could not cope with life s demands. Often collapsing into a fetal position, I retreated to my back porch deck to curl up on my side to relieve the unrelenting ache in my neck and pain in the bones of my skull. The cold concrete surface on its floor served as a whole body ice pack in those early morning hours before the sun heated it anyway. Without a doubt, however, there is One Great Spirit that listens to our pleas for intervention, and speaks to others to go help us recover, and Mona was that earth angel God sent to my rescue. Through a synchronistic chat on Facebook Mona sensed my situation and that resulted in her flying, and later driving, to Spokane to help me reorient my focus from fear to faith, illness to wellness once again. She conducted not one but two 3-day treatments a month apart for me and Connie, and she made all the difference in my world. From her first session employing shamanic wisdom, it was clear that I was being spared to walk the talk of the medicine man as I had written a couple books on this topic and now it was indeed time to put up or shut up permanently! (See www.sacredreconnections.com) Anatomy of an Illness And while all of these skilled practitioners of the healing arts and sciences helped me cope to a certain extent, over the span of excruciatingly painful weeks that stretched into agonizingly slow months I realized I was missing a critical key to opening the locked gates to my wellbeing. In particular, I needed amino acid therapy administered intravenously (I.V.) and I needed it today not tomorrow! I had to repair the cell damage of aging, diet, and toxic emotions in order to restore the functioning of the communication circuitry, the message carriers, of the central nervous system s repair cycle: the ligands that are the glue to DNA-RNA coded proteins. These ions cement amino acid molecule chains together to form the building blocks of life. Anthropologist Jeremy Narby, Ph.D. had unpacked the meaning of his own shamanic field work

with the plant teachers in the Amazonian rainforests, ecstatically reporting in The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge: "When I started reading the literature of molecular biology, I was stunned by certain descriptions. Admittedly, I was on the lookout for anything unusual, as my investigation had led me to consider that DNA and its cellular machinery truly were an extremely sophisticated technology of cosmic origin. But as I pored over thousands of pages of biological texts, I discovered a world of science fiction that seemed to confirm my hypothesis. Proteins and enzymes were described as 'miniature robots,' ribosomes were 'molecular computers,' cells were 'factories,' DNA itself was a 'text,' a 'program,' a 'language,' or 'data.' One only had to do a literal reading of contemporary biology to reach shattering conclusions; yet most authors display a total lack of astonishment and seem to consider that life is merely 'a normal physiochemical phenomenon." Psychiatrist Rick Strassman, M.D. at the University of New Mexico had also released his clinical experiments with the endogenous spirit substance known as N,N-dimethlytrptamine in DMT: The Spirit Molecule. That is, DMT was made naturally by the brain-body-blood and was concentrated in the pineal gland, what Rene Descartes himself called the seat of the soul. In metaphysical terms, this is the third eye. Since 1996, Dr. Strassman has been exploring models for the DMT effect, and has focused primarily on the Old Testament concept of prophecy. This is a spiritual experience which takes into account the apparently external, free-standing nature of the DMT worlds, in which one s sense of self is highly preserved and interactive. This is in contrast to previous models that borrow more heavily from Eastern religious systems, ones that emphasize unitive, ego-dissolving experiences. In addition, the prophetic model deals directly with ethical and moral concerns, adding a crucial element to our ability to understand and integrate the content of the psychedelic experience. He is developing these ideas in his next book, The Soul of Prophecy, due to appear in 2011. (See www.rickstrassman.com) So one morning at my wits end with drugs of every flavor that did not yield cures only intolerable side-effects, I remembered an informative dialogue I had on Facebook again, albeit a year earlier. It was with Steve Sewell, founder of Mind & Body Works in Durango, Colorado, and he had merely succinctly replied to a comment I made that I was using amino acids orally to improve my health. Steve acknowledged my efforts but stated that in many cases, they had to be administered via I.V. to enter the bloodstream: bypass the digestive tract. Again, Dr. Pert, formerly a Research Professor in the Department of Physiology and Biophysics at Georgetown University Medical Center in Washington, D.C., wrote in her aforementioned textbook on this topic: Ligands are generally much smaller molecules than the receptors they bind to, and they are divided into three chemical types. The first type of ligand comprises the classical neurotransmitters, which are small molecules with such unwieldy names as acetylcholine, norepinephrine, dopamine, histamine, glycine, GABA, and serotonin. (See www.candacepert.com) After a telephone conversation where I shared my medical history, he speculated that, perhaps, my brain could no longer create its endogenous, morphine-like pain killers, the endorphins, that

had become known as the runner s high. I agreed that was a reasonable conclusion given my free-floating symptoms of anxiety-panic, hypomania that seemed even to me to be a case of hypochondria; that is, more psycho than somatic! In the final analysis, I needed high-tech soul food: the finger-licking-good ligands that could possibly put Humpty-Dumpty together again. If I wanted what they offered, Steve told me I could report to him at the clinic on Wednesday, September 15th, 2010 for a physical examination by Paul Glanville, M.D., an anti-aging specialist schooled in complementary and traditional medicine. I was impressed: they seemingly had exactly what I was looking for no doubt about it. From my own decades of study in the nutrition sciences and practice in Community Health Administration and Wellness Promotion with the U.S. Navy Hospital Clinic, Keyport, Washington, I knew that the future of healing disease would be through the integration of the East and West, what Larry Dossey, M.D. in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and his wife, Barbara Dossey, R.N., Ph.D., calls ERA-III Medicine. They do not mince words or split-hairs and neither do I for this is the emerging health care paradigm of the future: We are literally thought forms coexisting within the Mind of God, and we need to apply this eternal truth to our lives here and hereafter. We co-exist with myriad life forms and we need to get over it and get on with it: Taking nonlocal mind seriously can, as I describe in Reinventing Medicine, widen the dimensions of consciousness. We can tap into sources of wisdom beyond ourselves and beyond the present: Creative breakthroughs and prophetic knowing become ordinary in the context of nonlocal mind. Empathy and compassion flower as a result of our felt linkage with one another. And the awareness of immortality, as I've described, takes the pressure off living and dying. This will not happen automatically, however. We have to do our share and set our biases and prejudices aside. These are urgent matters. As Andre Malraux said, "The twenty-first century will be spiritual or it will not be at all." (See www.dosseydossey.com) Rocky Mountain High For the record, it is an absolutely divine drive into Durango. Colorado from all directions but we had come by way of the northern Interstates: I-90E, I-15S, I-70E: Spokane-Billings-Salt Lake CityGrand Junction, and then south onto Colorado Highway 550. This is the breathtaking scenic route by automobile with big timber, wildlife views at somewhat oxygen-starved elevations: over two miles high at its jagged-rocky top peaks. But what a beautiful clear-blue unpolluted sky! Then as we descended into the City of Durango itself, we saw clean streets, a well-planned city center and marketplace that highlighted its southwestern cowboy theme. The focal point was the restored train station for the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad. Of course, the antique brick hotels with crystal-chandeliers and gun-fighting saloons of the 1800s helped set the stage, literally. Actually, Connie remarked that we had come to a 5-star vacation getaway not a sterile-looking typical medical district as we had envisioned. There was even a gorgeous

fast-moving river running through the city park. This in fact was a sacred space nestled within the Four Corners of the USA. Upon arrival at the clinic the next morning, I already knew that I came to the right place to kickstart my immune system. If I needed a booster shot of confidence, I was greeted with a warm smile by Julie Frank, the office administrator, and Steve Adams, my co-counselor for the next 10-days. Then I reported for my physical exam at 10AM to Paul Glanville, M.D., and read these inspirational words on his business card from Psalm 103 that made my day: Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's. You know what an eagle can do, right? It can grow brand new feathers no matter its age! Indeed I needed new feathers, and bones to support them, if I was ever to fly with my wings upright again without a neck brace and a bucket load of medicines. In a nutshell, be careful what you pray for but also extremely sensitive to what you write about, and who, for they may very well return to validate, or not, your claims about them be they among the living or dead. You ll see what I mean when you read the First Edition of my book Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century. But, in brief, you will learn what I learned from an after-death communication with a deceased optics physicist colleague and why analytical psychologist Carl Jung, M.D., stated Modern behaviorist psychology reduces psychic happenings to a kind of activity of the glands; thoughts are regarded as secretions of the brain, and thus we achieve a psychology without the psyche. In other words, we have removed the psyche soul from our world as an independent reality where the truth is we are entangled in messenger molecules just because matter is minded. Spiritual encounters are synchronistic clues profoundly meaningful coincidences that speak to a multi-dimensional, layered hyperspace cosmos filled-to-the-brim with wisdom beings. There is simply no wiggle room anymore around this fact says National Public Radio awardwinning correspondent Barbara Bradley Hagerty, and acclaimed author of Fingerprints of God: The Search for the Science of Spirituality. The lesson we are learning from amino acid therapy is straightforward: the mind of the mystic, shaman, and prophet co-exists within a living field of information that is lying dormant, untapped yet flowing-freely through us all now. That is, the knowledge to heal ourselves is available for the asking the right questions and playing possum, therefore, is not the answer to a user-friendly universe! To the point: our life story must become lucid and integrated in the larger scheme of things: The Big Picture. That is, the author of creation, God, writes the Book of Life and illustrates it with our life experiences each and every moment throughout an infinite number of space-time worlds. I wept tears of joy for I knew that my prayers had been answered: my deliverance from pain was at hand and my walk into wellbeing had begun finally. Although I was optimistic, and

looking forward to the treatment sessions, I was about to take an unexpected swan dive, and it was not the 6,500 foot elevation in Durango that made me swoon either. I Died in Durango Are you okay, John? my nurse, Jessica Dehen, R.N., asked. She had skillfully inserted the first of ten-day intravenous (I.V.) feeding tube needles into my arm, but suddenly my mind relaxed its tenacious grip on the pain in my neck. I unwittingly started to slump into what I imagined was the darkness of unconsciousness, so replying softly, I said what I felt was true: I m dying. She calmly helped me into a black lounge chair and discretely summoned Dr. Glanville to check my vital signs, if that was needed. But it wasn t, and of course I was not dying but being reborn in fact into a new way of living. Yet I didn t know that until a few days later after I shared what had happened to me with Jessica and she corrected my distorted perceptions of this incident. She informed me that I did not faint nor have any type of adverse reaction to the amino acid nutrients whatsoever, rather I simply slipped into a deep state-of-sleep and snored to high heaven! As I reflected upon her words, that made perfect sense since I had not slept without a sleeping pill in months. I knew I had stopped dreaming once I began taking Ambien and my educated guess was that rapid-eye movement (REM) sleep is much more critical than we have imagined. Perhaps, the brain-body cannot repair itself properly if we induce sleep with drugs of all types: alcohol, prescription, and/or street? Maybe the organic messenger molecules created by nature such as serotonin, dopamine and melatonin, for examples, are arrested with artificial analgesics and tcannot exchange genetically coded information with the brain-heart-blood-bone immune system network, I pondered? Author of Breaking Open the Head: A Psychedelic Journey into the Heart of Contemporary Shamanism, Daniel Pinchbeck, shared the conclusions of Dr. Carl Anderson of McLean Hospital, Virginia: disparities between the left and right brain disrupt REM sleep, which as Anderson notes is essential for emotional regulation, learning, and memory consolidation. In particular, I agree with Dr. Anderson, although I acknowledge that Pinchbeck, a wise urban shaman in his own right, is not totally convinced yet with respect to this physician s hypothesis: Interhemispheric struggles, primarily a result of child abuse, may be a fundamental psychological root of drug addiction. (See www.breakingopenthehead.com) Accordingly, drug addiction is indeed getting worse every single year in PTSD breeding grounds: military combat zones, inner cities, and First Nations reservations. This is the siren song warning that our children and grandchildren are at high-risk for self-destruction in untold numbers if we do not intervene now, if not for any other reason that we are a nutritionally-bankrupt nation! The obesity, for instance, we see is symptomatic of stress stored in belly fat and the high corn sugar-low exercise diets and that will have only one long-term outcome for the Western world: degenerative diseases such as diabetes, hypertension, premature pain, suffering, and death with correlated runaway health care medical costs.

So I asked myself: Can amino acid therapy rewire our genes towards not only optimal wellness and personal happiness but world peace too? Is it that simple: Let food be our medicine in the way that the father of medicine, Hippocrates, meant it? It s a visionary idea for certain and will require considerable scrutiny if and when taken seriously enough to have federal government funds assigned to it. In the meantime, I d reflect upon the meaning of the epigenetic medicine model findings of Dawson Church, Ph.D. relayed recently in his book The Genie in Your Genes: The healing power of consciousness and intention appears to be independent of time as well as space. Prayer seems to work retroactively as well as across great distances. Perhaps the whimsical injunction is true: It s never too late to have a happy childhood! (See www.soulmedicineinstitute.org) Can we pray our self and world well too? This much I know from my observation: our brain is a terrible thing to see waste away on junk food, drugs, and booze! Slowly I stitched the pieces of my addiction disorder that included a 12-pack of beer for forty years and pain puzzle together with the help of the staff assigned to me for that purpose: co-counselors extraordinaire Steve Sewell, Steve Adams, and shamanic practitioner Marie Redfeather. Though my life story is not unique, it is totally relevant to you my friends ³If we could give every regarding how to heal from childhood traumas, individual the right amount symptoms, employing specific steps I took along the of nourishment and way that I methodically, painstakingly but also exercise, not too little and joyously, outlined in the Second Edition of my book, not too much, we would Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century. have found the safest way
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Not surprisingly, every one of the lessons-learned on my own from decades of research, I saw incorporated into the wellness model employed at Mind & Body Works. Go figure! By the way, my two books are also directly related to what is happening to people and planet today in era-2012: We are threatened with extinction. As cell biologist Bruce Lipton, Ph.D. has said: It s the environment stupid! Our toxic technology has turned our agricultural soils and drinking water sources into septic tanks and our dysfunctional attitudes, behaviors, and lifestyles are eating away at our immune system. Therefore, amino acid therapy is the key to survival in our efforts to offset the impact of climate changes and what near-death researcher at the University of Connecticut, Professor of Psychology Emeritus Ken Ring, Ph.D., knowingly called us to embrace two decades ago: the shamanizing of humanity! (See www.brucelipton.com and www.iands.org)
Hippocrates (c. 460-370 BC)

Thus I cannot emphasize enough the importance of shamanic tools and techniques for our day and age for it is indeed the myths by which we live that determine our life story individually and collectively as a civilization. What is it we want to experience, in other words? It could not be said more clearly and forcefully than this prophet: As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. (Proverbs 23:7)

The Key is Under Your Mother s Pillow Over the 10-day course of I.V. treatments with amino acid nutrients, what I came to call Love Potion Number 9, I also had sessions with other outstanding health care providers including Healing Touch with Linda Marie Ambrose, as well as in the downtown Durango community. Namely massage therapy at Amaya Natural Therapeutics, and acupuncture at Animas Oriental Medicine clinic. Macushla F. Hobin, L.Ac., MSTOM is a graduate of the Pacific College of Oriental Medicine, San Diego, California and her expertise in clinical diagnosis and needle placement really opened the door chakras and meridians to my healing. For the first time in six months, I finally heard an assessment of my situation that made sense of the symptoms that was a true mystery to me. Yet I agreed with her immediately, intellectually and intuitively, as to the underlying causeeffect relationships: Sleep Deprivation. More so, I was told that my neck symptoms presented itself in a way that was well-known to the classical oriental medicine model and therefore had specific treatment protocols that could be followed. Beyond a doubt, I benefited once these blocked pathways were opened to the flow of life force energy ch i again through my spinal column vertebras and into the skull s sinus cavities. I felt the instant relief from pain when she inserted needles into C7 vertebra that second session: these circuits began to function as intended. That is, I was no longer grid-locked neurologically between my head and heart in particular and the neurotransmitters could transmit messages full-circle in these circuits of consciousness. My nerves quieted down and restored themselves to peaceful co-existence with the natural rhythms of my lifestyle in the days and weeks ahead. Needless to say, I was awakened at needle point in Durango, Colorado! However, it was the insights of the founder of Mind & Body Works that triggered a major catharsis during his first counseling session with me. Steve Sewell patiently listened to my medical history: recitations of childhood and alcohol abuse, military injuries and related psychophysical symptoms, allopathic and integrative treatments, as he observed my body gestures, too. He then gently, nonchalantly offered this pearl of great price for me to mediate upon later that evening at the Iron Horse Inn as my homework assignment in fact: The Key is Under Your Mother s Pillow. So I mused into the night, as my wife slept alongside me, about my life s story and how I spoke it into existence with every word uttered. Specifically, I came to see the wisdom in the words of St. John: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (John 1:1). That is to say, I needed to wash my mouth out with soap for I spewed out toxic temper tantrums, childish concepts and emotions in nearly every sentence. I colored my world with words that had coagulated, nearly choked the life out of me with fear over many years by failing to follow my bliss as a public-speaker because I was reenacting my mother s sense of learned helplessness, also known as clinical depression, at being abandoned by my father not me. In reality, I never did know my father given my age at the time of his departure but I did incorporate make physical every negative emotion my mother felt and broadcasted into my

adolescent environment. My father had little, if anything, to do with my issues was the bottomline: It was mommy dearest! Summary In a burst of clarity, I saw that I did not get sick in a vacuum, rather my life story was the wellorchestrated script that God designed to bring me, in my case, to a future life work with amino acid therapy! For those interested in the symbolic treatment of illness, I refer you to an eclectic new book on this topic, Psychomagic: The Transformative Power of Shamanic Psychotherapy by Alejandro Jodorowsky in Paris, France. As well as the insights of Jungian-oriented psychotherapist Paul Levy in Portland, Oregon, himself a former mental hospital patient and now crazy life a fox. (See www.awakeninthedream.com) To say I am objective anymore is a lie: I am subjective in that I know what works and I plan on shouting it from the rooftops! If you are seeking freedom from addictions, pain, and/or stress disorders and are an adventurous, courageous soul willing to follow the road less travelled to achieve optimal wellness, then I wholeheartedly suggest that you go to this website right now: www.mindandbodyworks.org. Indeed, be bold and call the Mind & Body Works clinic Toll Free at 1-888-788-7348, and tell them I sent you! References 1. Braverman, E.R., M.D., and Pfeiffer, C.C., M.D., Ph.D. The Healing Nutrients Within: Facts, Findings and New Research on Amino Acids. CT: Keats Publishing, Inc., 1987. 2. Harper, John Jay. Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century. CA: Reality Press, 2009. (www.reality-entertainment.com) 3. Twiss, Richard. One Church Many Tribes. CA: Regal Press, 2000. (www.wiconi.org) About the Author John Jay Harper is a Community Health Coach specializing in the treatment of addiction, pain and stress disorders and author of the bestseller Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21st Century. He holds post-graduate degrees in Business Administration, Human Resource Management, Community Health Administration, Wellness Promotion as well as Clinical Hypnotherapy and Psychology. He can be reached for radio/TV/print media-interviews at jjayharper@msn.com or on Facebook anytime. John is now serving as a consultant to Mind & Body Works in order to establish a public-speaking awareness campaign for amino acid therapy clinics nationwide. (See www.johnjayharper.com)

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