What Really Causes Mental Disturbances and Addictions

When I meet someone who seems to be happy and well adjusted, I’m coming to the realization that if I got to really know that person, I’d realize that he/she is actually a little crazy. Marilyn, a former neighbor, seems to be a well-meaning, hard working nurse, but when she invited me into her house, I realized she was actually a hoarder: I had to walk sideways to make it through the hallway due to all of the boxes piled floor to ceiling, I couldn’t see her dining table for all the plies of clothes and bags of groceries and the kitchen looked more like a multi-family garage sale than a place to prepare food.

I’d asked her if she had a kitten that we could adopt and when she took me to the shed where she kept all of her “rescue” cats, I almost cried: sixty cats in cages and the smell made my eyes burn. That was 12 years ago and we still have Nicky, although he never completely recovered from the rhinotracheitis that he had when we got him and tends to have crusty eyes and an occasional cough.

Marilyn’s personal appearance is neat and clean, she drives a nice car, has a respectable home and is apparently a reliable employee in a responsible job. Yet she is clearly a little loopy. Similarly we found out that Mark, a comrade in our community garden group, is actually mentally abusive to his family and Sarah, a great Mom who is always cheerful and helpful, suffers from depression and is taking Prozac. The scariest thing about this apparently ubiquitous loonyness is that I have to admit that I’m not immune: sometimes I’ll lose my temper over trivial matters and that mental attitude will severely affect my ability to be peaceful and happy. It even seems like my condition is contagious to the other person in our house.

 

I’ve discovered the cause and the cure for all this mental instability, but interestingly the discovery was not a result of looking for the cure to mental problems. Instead the discovery was just one of many realizations that occurred when my husband, Billy, and I decided to radically change our lifestyle.

Sometime in 2005, a friend of Billy’s urged him to look at a video showing a third skyscraper in the World Trade Center falling down on 9-11. We watched the video, did some investigating on our own and came to the startling conclusion that the undisputed facts and the official story of 9-11 didn’t mesh. We began to realize that this meant that the government and the media were in cahoots in covering up the truth of the crime, and this indicated that there was undoubtedly something very sinister happening in the country and the world. The more we researched, the more we understood that the sinister movement had its tentacles into almost every aspect of our lives and we realized that there was no point in fighting this thing. Standing up against it would be like a puppy taking on Godzilla.

Our response to the reality that our country is being managed to some diabolical end was that we decided to learn how to live independently of the modern infrastructure. We decided to learn to become self reliant. I remembered how my spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, instructed his disciples regarding lifestyle,

“We have created a civilization that one must earn thousands of dollars, then he can live like a gentleman. Is that successful life? And for earning that thousands of dollars he has to work so hard, just like animal, beast. No. That is not successful life. Successful life is that, that we should make our bodily necessities of life as far as required, not more than that. I want to eat something. God has given sufficient food. You grow. You live anywhere. You grow foodstuff. You grow grains. You grow fruits. You grow vegetables. Keep cows. Take milk. You can live anywhere. You haven’t got to go fifty miles off with a car to attend your office at six o’clock with velocity of hundred miles’ speed. Is that successful life, do you think? So where is successful life? We are proposing successful life.” (Lecture, March 23, 1969)

Although Srila Prabhupada’s proposal for a lifestyle seems simple and sublime, it is actually so radical that almost none of his 10,000 followers and disciples have taken up this instruction. For one thing, just in order to have the land and a dwelling to be able to grow and produce one’s necessities, you have to have a job and mortgage requiring you to speed off to work in the morning. Additionally most of us can’t imagine not being able to buy necessities such as Smart Phones and microwave ovens, things that might not be obtainable by living such a basic lifestyle that is not geared towards accumulating Federal Reserve Notes. However, Billy and I decided that even if one of us had to keep working to pay the mortgage and other bills, we’d still learn how to grow our own food and learn other self reliant skills such as bee keeping, alternative medicine, alternative energy and alternative economics as well.

As soon as we resolved to take up this task of learning self reliance, miracles started happening. There is a phenomena called synchronicity that describes meaningful coincidences that sometimes occur. As we began to make serious efforts towards self reliance by putting in a garden, learning to save seeds, get bees and learn about permaculture, everything we needed just seemed to fall into our laps.

Although Srila Prabhupada stressed the importance of keeping and protecting cows in a self reliant lifestyle, Billy and I were hesitant to take on such a commitment. Then Rainone day I got a call from a friend who is the curator of the Pioneer Farm Museum asking if I would care for their milk cow during the winter while they were closed. Although I envisioned myself, out after dark in freezing blowing rain, huddled under a cow to dutifully milk her twice a day, I agreed because I figured I could endure almost anything if the commitment was only for a few months. Soon I was milking Rain, a beautiful Jersey, and, to my surprise found that I enjoyed milking in all kinds of weather.  Rain’s body heat kept me warm as I sat on a three legged stool that Billy made for me and the rhythmic squeezing of her teats held for me a sort of timeless magic that just felt right.  Rain was gentle and usually well behaved, but she did have a penchant to playfully butt the manure cart with her head when I was cleaning her stall, sometimes resulting in the fragrant patties being strewed.  Her first heifer, Dhana, born the following winter when I again cared for Rain, became the matriarch of our current little herd of cows. We felt that it was synchronistic that I’d be asked to take on a commitment that I would have tended to eschew if it hadn’t been first presented as short term.

Now that we have cows, we realize just how important cows are for food security. If every neighborhood had someone like me who keeps and milks a cow, any disaster, natural or man made, that could cause a breakdown of the supply lines to the grocery stores would have an enormously mitigated impact. A single dairy cow, if she has access to fresh grass, can give enough milk containing protein, fat and carbs to satisfy the needs of many people in an emergency. Plus the one cow will provide plenty of fertilizer to ensure a bumper crop in the garden.

Another (random) synchronicity we encountered has to do with, of all things, pigeons. I happened to listen to a talk given by my spiritual master about the various ways that air travel was accomplished in previous ages. Although the Vedas, ancient books of knowledge, are written in Sanskrit which is considered to be a “dead” language, there is a word, vimana that translates to mean “air ship.” Srila Prabhupada explained that formerly people used to travel by vimana or by mystic power (I’ve seen actual levitations in India, that could not possibly have been sleight of hand), but he also said that formerly people would train pigeons and be able to fly using pigeons.  I have been fascinated with pigeons since I was a girl growing up in London where I’d entice pigeons landing on a ledge outside my bedroom window to eat from my hand.  I thought it might be nice to keep a few pigeons for a future situation where communications might have to be conducted by alternative means.  Pigeons will fly home, even from hundreds or thousands of miles and have been a reliable form of communications during times of war as recently as WW2.

A short time later, the man who would come to AI (artificially inseminate) our cow happened to mention that he races pigeons as a hobby.  I asked him if he had any pigeonsextra and was very surprised when he dropped off 5 squeakers (newly fledged pigeons), just a few days later, leaving the box on our door-step because we were out at the time.  We scrambled to build a loft and the next time I saw Wayne I was able to give him a beautiful 5 gallon metal milk can that was purchased through craigslist ($20) that somehow had his name, Cambra, already engraved on it. The can had originally come from Portugal and apparently Cambra is a common Portuguese name.

While watching my pigeons fly as a flock in big circles overhead, I’d occasionally wonder how they could be trained to carry humans from place to place.  Then one day hang glider with pigeonsI had a flash of serendipity as I watched a hang glider jump off of Dog Mountain behind our property: the pigeons could be harnessed to a hang glider-type of chariot and could pull a brave person.  Pigeons, which can fly 40 mph. are easily trained to follow a flag attached to a bamboo pole, so the charioteer could simply guide them from behind using a flag.  I googled “pigeon harness” and there are already harnesses for pigeons, apparently.

As we learned more self reliant skills and grew our own food, we would experience almost continuous synchronicities and started to get realizations about how things in nature really worked. When Dhana (our cow) had her first calf, for some reason she violently rejected little Lani Moo and we had to keep them separate and restrain Dhana’s legs from kicking while we allowed Lani Moo to nurse. After several days of Dhana acting aggressive, lunging at the baby with her horns, whenever we showed her the calf, I called our vet, Dr. Briskey. Dr. Briskey, after hearing about Dhana’s behavior surprised us by declaring, “you have a ghost.” He then proceeded to expel the ghost over the phone. After he assured me that the ghost was gone, I went back out to the barn and sure enough, when I showed Dhana her calf, she made normal, motherly sounds and I let her lick and nurse her baby. I consider it synchronistic that I happen to have a vet that expels ghosts. He was the person who opened my eyes to the seriousness of the way that ghosts are able to affect, not only the minds of animals, but our minds, too.

Over the years I’ve worked on developing my consciousness of subtle beings and have had some interesting experiences, for instance with a friend, Wendy, who had at least 7 distinct personalities. When one personality took over, Wendy would be unaware of what had transpired while that personality was in charge. Billy and I were convinced that Wendy was genuinely multiple personalities, and not just acting, and Wendy’s husband actually enjoyed it, as he commented, “they’re all different in…” I realized that Wendy’s mild, very non-assertive personality allowed other beings to take up residence in her body.

My awareness of these subtle beings was further increased when I also became aware of how we are affected by ether, or chi, as it is called in China. In Sanskrit ether is called akasha. When we see things, it is because light is reflected off objects and our eyes transmit the photons to our optic nerve which transmits the information to our brain. Then our brain makes sense of the information and we “see’. We don’t see the oxygen and nitrogen molecules in our environment because those molecules don’t reflect light. But actually most of the space in air, or in anything, is empty ether, akasha. The molecules’ neutron and electrons themselves take up very little space, so our entire environment is ubiquitous with this akasha. When a skunk is in the yard, we immediately can smell it because the scent is a frequency carried by the akasha. Smell is not something picked up by oxygen or nitrogen molecules, but rather it is like a frequency that moves in the area around the molecules. Some animals such as dogs or sharks are able to detect even very faint smells with their noses because they are equipped with a very sensitive smelling (olfactory) nerve that carries those faint frequencies to their brain.

One property of the akasha is that it picks up the qualities of its environment and vibrates in that frequency. A place that is dirty, has had recent violence or tragedy will vibrate in a frequency that is palpably disturbing to someone who is sensitive. A place with nice smelling flowers, the sound of song birds and happy events will have an uplifting frequency, again to someone who is in tune with his/her environment. As we continued to progress in our efforts to become more self reliant, I began to become more sensitive to these various frequencies, and began to become aware of something quite disturbing: when I’d have my anger episodes, there was something there feeding on the frequency generated in the akasha. And that leech was actually escalating my anger in order to get a better meal.

I am an analytical person, so over the years, I’d analyze my “episodes” with a view to trying to overcome the degrading behavior of anger. But try as I might, my mind would get into a loop over some perceived offense (usually by the person closest to me) and even if I would consciously decide that I wasn’t going to say anything, I invariably end up behaving beneath my dignity. For instance, I’d be out working in the yard and need the stern gratistat to finish the job. I’d go to where the stern gratistat is usually kept and it isn’t there. Immediately I’d think that Billy took it and didn’t put it back (though in reality I’d probably misplaced it myself), and my mind would start deriding Billy as I spent more and more time looking for the stern gratistat. My thoughts would be like that song that won’t leave your head and I couldn’t escape because the leeches were there, amplifying the ugly thoughts through the medium of the akasha. Eventually, even if I’d consciously decide not to say anything to Billy about the missing stern gratistat, he’d end up feeling the brunt of my anger.

Now that I know about the leeches, I can easily expel them in such circumstances by simply mentally ousting them. The akasha carries thoughts as a frequency so I mentally address the leeches, telling them to “scat”, while being aware of God’s constant presence. I follow up brandishing a sharp mental sword swishing through the akasha and those guys just don’t stay around. Then I can calmly address the problem at hand, finding the stern gratistat, which can be accomplished quite easily if my mind isn’t being disturbed by the leeches.

Having the skill to expel those trouble makers has probably been the most valuable thing that I’ve learned since embarking on this journey to learn self reliance. For me, having the specter of an anger episode constantly looming was like staying in a flea bag motel. Now I’m in the Ritz Carlton, just as long as I remember to oust the leeches.

My latest realizations regarding the leeches are in regards to how they can affect health. Billy’s friend, Harold, has had some serious episodes of heart arrhythmia. He’d have a good 24 hours of his heart racing and skipping beats followed by 24 hours of normal rhythm, which he uses to recover. Then another 24 hours of arrhythmia. There was nothing the doctors could do until finally one doctor suggested he try meditation. Harold learned mantra meditation from the doctor and was very pleasantly surprised that he didn’t have any arrhythmia episodes for months.

I also get occasional bouts of arrhythmia, usually just as I go to bed. When it happens, I’ve tried taking magnesium, taking showers and even touching the electric fence, but it always seemed that I just had to go through the arrhythmia that would usually last for a couple of hours. I’ve practiced mantra meditation, chanting hare krsna for several hours daily, for the last 40 years, so I started to wonder what it was with the chanting that caused the arrhythmia to subside for Harold, while I would still be affected. Then it occurred to me: the leeches. The next night when the arrhythmia started, I mentally addressed the leeches, remembered God’s presence and brandished my sharp, flexible mental sword and presto! They went away and I was able to go right to sleep.

However a few months later I had a night when I was trying to go to sleep and the arrhythmia would start up. I’d vanquish the trouble makers and then relax to go to sleep and it would start up again. Finally I got up and started thinking about what was happening. Then it occurred to me: the arrhythmia always would start when I got in bed, and it had become almost a nightly thing. What was it about the akasha around the bed that allowed the leeches to have enough power to affect me? Then I realized that I was sleeping between a down comforter and a feather (lower) bed. The akasha around the feathers was necessarily imbued with the despair and suffering that the factory chickens must have had to endure before I ended up enjoying the warmth and softness of their feathers. I removed the down and feather bed the next night and have not had any problem other than an occasional flutter of arrhythmia that I easily swish away.

It turns out that our world is composed of three modes: the mode of ignorance, the mode of passion and the mode of goodness. Anything and everything is a mixture of these three qualities. For instance charity in the mode of ignorance is charity inauspiciously given to an unworthy recipient, such as giving some cash to a bum who uses it to buy cigarettes and alcohol. Charity in the mode of passion is given with some expectation of a reward, such as giving money to a televangelist, in hopes that Jesus will quadruple the cash in the future. Charity in the mode of goodness is given to an appropriate cause with no expectation of reward. An example of food in the mode of ignorance would be highly processed food loaded with coloring and preservatives that has no health benefits. Food in the mode of passion would be food that is a result of violence such as meat, or highly stimulating or spicy food. And food in the mode of goodness is fresh, healthy food such as fruits, vegetables, whole grains, legumes and milk.

In the Bhagavad-Gita, an ancient Sanskrit text, it explains how contact with the various modes of nature will affect a person:

“O sinless one, the mode of goodness, being purer than the others, is illuminating, and it frees one from all sinful reactions. Those situated in that mode develop knowledge, but they become conditioned by the concept of happiness.

“The mode of passion is born of unlimited desires and longings, O son of Kunti, and because of this one is bound to material fruitive activities.

“O son of Bharata, the mode of ignorance causes the delusion of all living entities. The result of this mode is madness, indolence and sleep, which bind the conditioned soul.

“The mode of goodness conditions one to happiness, passion conditions him to the fruits of action, and ignorance to madness.” Bhagavad-Gita, As It Is, A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, Chapter 14, verse 6-9

The leeches operate in the mode of ignorance and feed on negative emotions such as anger, fear, greed, despair and jealousy. But they cannot get their hooks into someone who is vibrating with the mode of goodness. The more we can surround ourselves with goodness frequencies, the less influence these leeches are able to have in our minds and bodies. It is a bit of a catch-22, however: if one’s mind is being influenced by the leeches, he’ll have a hard time making a transition to a mode of goodness lifestyle because he’ll be attracted to intoxication, low association and mode of ignorance convenience foods. We’ve found that just slowing down, growing our own food, protecting cows and making time for spiritual activities focused on developing love of God is helping us to drive away unneeded desires for material things. And it seems like it is God’s plan to help us along this path. I’m convinced that anyone who suffers from mental illness can cure his illness by minimizing associating with the modes of ignorance and passion and maximizing his exposure to the mode of goodness.

While it may be hard to believe that there are subtle beings who are leeching off your life energy, is that really so much harder to believe than to believe than that there is an evil conspiracy that was willing to kill thousands of people on 9-11 just to have reason to start wars resulting in millions of deaths and many more millions of displaced people? Or that they are constantly spraying poison over our heads with geo-engineering? Or that the medical industry is really interested in profit, not in helping people? Or that many top politicians are involved in child trafficking? Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. And as Shakespeare said in Hamlet, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

Anyone interested in learning more about how to overcome the influence of the psychic leeches is welcome to contact me at: anuttamadd@gmail.com This article is available to be freely posted on social media or other websites with credit given to the author and a link to our website: https://billyandanuttama.wordpress.com/

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~ by Anuttama on January 11, 2018.

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