Five years ago, when I published my book, “Possessing Me, a memoir of healing,” towards the ending, I made an offer to the world’s major neurology, psychiatric, and psychology institutions. The offer went something like this:
I am willing to perform meditation under controlled laboratory conditions, in the same way the Tibetan, Buddhist, and certain Christian monks and nuns have been tested. Namely, for you to scan and image my prefrontal cortex while I am practicing concentration meditation. It is my belief that my brain will show cortical neuron development on par with, or far in excess of, the neuronal connections that were observed under MRI and PET brain imaging scans of meditating monks and praying nuns.
I offer this thesis:
That at the age of fourteen, I was diagnosed with incurable schizoaffective disorder, a nasty combination of manic depression, and schizophrenia. My diagnosis was rendered in the old manner; while inpatient for an extended, months long stay, and verified and double-checked by an entire treatment team, consisting of multiple psychologists and psychiatrists.
I was told that without lithium (a blood poisoner that harms your kidneys, thyroid, and bladder) and antipsychotics (which destroy brain cells, and cause central nervous system degradation, hormonal abnormalities, pancreatic damage, and a host of other iatrogenic ailments) that I would be “doomed” to a lifetime of rotating visits to inpatient services. I was told my chemicals were imbalanced due to genetic factors, and there was absolutely no cure for me, or for anyone else.
My treatment team noted on my chart that I got to look at when I turned fifteen, that I “needed to learn to accept my lifelong disability, and to adapt my behavior to take medications on time without resistance or discontinuation”
It was the “best they could do”, they told me.
I did better.
I learned meditation from real masters of their discipline and I practiced like there was no tomorrow. And why not? According to psychiatry, without “my meds” there was basically was no tomorrow, for me. That I was sentenced to either manic and depressive psychosis, or to lithium and trilafon brain fog, until the day that I died.
I took that “day until I die” part, quite seriously. So seriously, that I woke up from a three day coma at St. Joseph’s hospital after taking an overdose that resulted in me leaving my body and looking down at myself being loaded into an ambulance, one year, and one month, after my nineteenth birthday.
After that, I recounted my story in “Meditation as a cure for Mental Illness”.
I am celebrating over eighteen years without clinical depression this spring. That is not possible according to the expert psychiatrists teaching psychology and psychiatry at the undergraduate and graduate university level. My state of inner joy says quite frankly, that they are wrong.
Since no psychiatrists have offered me an apology on behalf of their mistaken colleagues, nor have they offered me any explanation as to why I was tortured with lithium and trilafon, when I told me psychiatrist, “No!”, I offer a chance to prove yourself to me.
The latest in fake psychiatry that is funded by grants by Big Pharma theorizes that extended years of untreated depression, anxiety, ptsd, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia have a ‘deleterious effect” on brain development. Chiefly, it causes these untreated people’s brains to shrink over time.
This is actually falsified data. What it is, is, an attempt to reverse the current trend in independent drug efficacy studies, studies done on rats, monkeys, and even pigs, which show that before medication treatment, these animals had intact brains. After being dosed with a variety of drugs, but MOST ESPECIALLY, antipsychotics, that these laboratory animals had diminished brain cell counts. They found that psych meds hurt your brain, the longer you use them, and the stronger the dose you use over time.
Big Pharma, using the timeless adage “tell a lie over and over again, and it becomes the truth” has decided to try to offset these psych med induced brain damage studies, by spinning their own science about how untreated “bipolar brains” just naturally become damaged and shrink, unless they are protected by the carefully engineered industrial poisons offered like brain candy by these corporations.
I propose to settle the matter, once and for all.
You scan my brain, LIVE, on television, with lots and lots of experts monitoring, including government oversight, patient advocacy groups, Big Pharma drug reps, psychiatrists like Kay Jamison, authors like Ellen Saks and Andy Behrman, and experts like John Grohol of Psych Central, as well as Peter Breggin, Joanna Moncrieff, and Robert Whittaker.
Test me with Sarah Lazar’s Harvard research team. The same team that imaged Tibetan Monks and posted several studies about meditation’s effects on brain development and neuronal growth, and let’s put this on national television, to settle the matter, once and for all.
Not only, are we NOT going to see a helpless, hapless, undrugged bipolar brain withering away in my cranium, we are not going to see any kind of “depression pattern”, “bipolar pattern”, or “schizoid pattern”. Nor will we see anything like the trauma responses and flashbacks that occur in the brains of trauma victims and soldiers with PTSD.
Not only that, but I am willing to up the difficulty level of these tests.
Let’s go for ADHD, while we are at it, shall we?
Under observation, under clinical testing protocols, I will eat methamphetamine or caffeine pills, one after another, in small but increasing doses. Taking stimulants should excite me, and after enough of them, induce first, nervousness, restlessness, or akathasia. Then after more, hypomania. Then after even more stimulants, full-blown chemically-induced mania.
What I will do, is something similar to Yoga master Wim Hoff, who can heat up blocks of ice while he is nearly naked. I will slow down my breathing, my circulation, and my heart rate, effectively controlling the stimulant load on my brain and CNS.
The degree of stimulants I am willing to take, should make just about any human on earth come down temporarily with the symptoms of either akathasia, or Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
The purpose of this demonstration, will be to show how concentration and yoga body and mind control can reduce stress, over-stimulation, chemically-induced agitation, and artificially induced attention span handicaps.
I can all but guarantee I can meditate like a Zen master while under a controlled dose of stimulants, thereby disproving the etiology of ADHD, Bipolar mania, schizophrenia, clinical major depression and showing how to reverse PTSD, simultaneously, on the world stage for all to see.
That should pretty much debunk psychiatry for the foreseeable future, as well trash all those crappy pop biopsychiatry studies being churned out of universities by pharma grant-money research groups.
How about it? Shall we expose this masquerade called modern psychiatry all the way, or what?