Your Mental Conditions are all in Your Head

Against the psychiatric industrial complex

Published in a small print run in Western Australia in 2004, La Rocca, Family, Food, Stories and Recipes by Natalina Cherubino recounts the experiences of her family immigrating to Australia in the first half of the 20th century. Her grandfather made several trips to the United States from their small village in Calabria looking for work, before the First World War. The money he brought back helped support his wife and eight children. He was then sent to fight in the war and his family had no news of him for over three years. Returning from that conflict he traveled to South America where he stayed for two years but the trip was financially unsuccessful.

He then traveled to Western Australia where for a few years he lived in a tent in the outback as he built up his life and saved money in order to send for his family. His son, now married and with children of his own came out to make his fortune in Australia. But then war broke out and he was separated from his family. He was not to see his wife and children for eleven years. When his daughter, newly born when he first left, arrived in Fremantle, she hid from her father as he was a stranger to her. That young girl was Natalina Cherubino.

I have a fundamental distrust of medical professionals going back thirty years when I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis as a young man and given a prescription of anabolic steroids to take for the rest of my life. After much research I found a doctor who practiced alternative medicine and the large unopened box of steroids was eventually returned to the hospital. I cured my condition and have never suffered from it since. Today the medical profession still lists ulcerative colitis as incurable, merely treatable.

If my distrust of medical professionals is extremely high, it pales in comparison to the contempt with which I hold the general profession known as mental health. Whether it be psychologists, counselors, or whatever other titles have infected our societies, as far as I’m concerned these professions are a small notch above pedophiles. But for true evil, the satanic cancer known as psychiatry is in its very own league of awfulness.

Dr. Roger McFillin is a clinical psychologist, who appears to be one of the good ones, (there are no good psychiatrists). In his recent article titled, How to Break a Human Being, he describes his struggles with coming to terms with the scope of the evil of the psychiatric industrial complex. The current mental health crisis in the United States is the result of a deliberately engineered program based on fear. As Dr. McFillin writes, if you wanted to create human suffering at scale then how would you go about doing it?

Tell people their inner life is a malfunction. Their emotions are not signals. Their distress is not information. Their anxiety is not an intelligent response to a world that has gone insane. It is broken machinery. Faulty wiring. A chemical accident in three pounds of meat.

Sever them from meaning. Their suffering has no purpose. It points to nothing. It is not calling them toward growth or change or awakening. It is just noise. Static. A glitch in the hardware that needs to be muted. Feeling less is feeling “better”.

Disconnect them from each other. They are skin-encapsulated egos. Isolated machines in a dead universe. When they die, it is over. Lights out. Nothing. So life becomes a frantic scramble to maximize pleasure and minimize pain before the void swallows them whole. No purpose. No continuity. No soul. Just atoms temporarily mistaking themselves for a person.

Cut them off from the sacred. There is no soul. There is no spirit. There is no God. There is no larger field of consciousness or meaning that holds them. There is only matter, grinding on forever, going nowhere.

Tell them it is genetic. Their anxiety, their depression, their cancer: encoded in their DNA. Coming for them no matter what. Their childhood, their trauma, their loneliness, their disconnection from everything sacred: irrelevant. The fault is in their cells. Plant the fear early. Tell them their grandfather had it. Let the fear itself become the disease. Then offer salvation: a drug, a scan, a breakthrough always just around the corner. Make them cling to this brief flicker of existence. Prolong it at any cost. It is all you have. There is nothing on the other side.

Convince them they are powerless. They cannot heal themselves. They cannot find their own way. They need experts. They need interventions. They need to hand their authority over to someone with credentials and a prescription pad.

And then give them the drugs and watch their lives dissolve.

When I was a boy I was a voracious reader. In all of the books that I consumed there was one theme that scared me more than any other. And that was the idea of a frontal lobotomy. How a medical procedure could instantly separate you from your self, still alive and functioning in a physical sense, but spiritually and mentally dead. A zombie.

Psychiatric drugs do the same thing. They deaden the mind to sensation, they sterilise it. Think about it this way; if I injure my hand then I will have difficulty opening a door. My hand is not working correctly. That is the physical body. But we also have our mind, and don’t confuse your mind with your physical brain. Our mind is different from our body. If your mind is injured or not working correctly thanks to taking industrial psychiatric drugs, then the thought needed to open the door perhaps is not functioning correctly. Due to the drugs, you are no longer you. You are something else entirely, and that thought should terrify you almost as much as a lobotomy.

Of course these drugs do have some beneficial effects, particularly in the short term, because otherwise if the effects were all negative then nobody with half a brain would take them. As we say in poker, without the effect of luck on the game, the bad players would be all wiped out almost immediately. Luck keeps the bad players at the table. The seemingly beneficial effects of these drugs keep the general population believing that the good outweighs the bad. I’m sure you, dear reader, have a family member or close friend whose life was immeasurably improved by taking these drugs. But you need to understand that the psychiatric industrial complex helped create the very problems to which they then offer a monetised solution.

Depression, anxiety and ADHD are invented terms with no measurable indicators. They belong in the land of make believe, woo-woo world. They are convenient catch all terms that enable these industries to profit off of people’s natural emotions. People are not sad anymore, they are depressed. When you are sad then you are having a bad day. When you are depressed you are a victim. People love the idea of being a victim because they think that it makes them special and that the outcomes of their life choices and actions are neither their fault nor their responsibility. The medical industrial complex has been so successful in selling their poisons because people buy into the message.

When you take these drugs, when you climb on board the victim train, then you are surrendering from life. But as Dr. McFillin writes, bad things don’t happen to you, they happen for you.

Everything—absolutely everything—happening in your life right now is happening FOR you. Not TO you. The universe isn’t punishing you; it’s waking you up. Your suffering isn’t meaningless torment; it’s sacred curriculum. Your challenges aren’t evidence of your brokenness; they’re invitations to your greatness.

Your pain, your real pain, is trying to teach you something. It’s there for a reason. Things happen for a reason. God wants us to grow, to learn, and we do that through challenges. He never gives us more than we can handle. But the more that we ignore His help, then the bigger the challenges need to be in order to break through to our consciousness.

Anyone who has read my books knows that I have walked the walk. I have been in many desperate situations, and I have suffered. But all of those experiences have shaped who I am as a man, they made me. I never backed away from those challenges, no matter how despondent I might have been at any one time. And the challenges have not finished. We have them right up until the day that we die.

I have no respect for anyone’s mental condition brought about by avoiding life. I will not pamper your neuroses just because you don’t have the balls to stand up, take the hits, and keep on getting to your feet. We all are in the fight but some of us don’t fall for the lies and we don’t take a cop out.

I mentioned the physical body and the mind, but there is also the soul. Our spiritual reality. The reality that modern woo-woo science does its very best to dismiss. Science stated that God and belief could not be measured or quantified, and then replaced religion with things like depression, that cannot be measured or quantified. This is a spiritual war, and your spirit is part of the fight whether you believe that or not.

100 years ago, these mental health professions did not exist. They never previously existed. People relied on their families and communities, they relied on their village priest; he was their confessor, their spiritual director and their mental life coach all rolled into one package. And they relied on God. They prayed to Him for help as they faced the challenges that came their way for their development.

People like Natalina Cherubino’s father, who didn’t see his family for eleven years. Think about that. No telephone or internet connection for him to talk with his wife or children. Just the occasional postal service when he could make his way into town. And what about his wife, alone with all of the children? Making do in her tiny mountain village with seven other families. Eking out a living with a small olive crop, a field of wheat, and the family pig and chickens. A two room house, one bedroom for all of the family and a simple kitchen. How is her husband doing? Is he alive, is he still waiting for her?

Courage, determination, faith, hope, belief, force of will, but above all else an understanding that life happens for a reason. That we are here for a reason, that God shapes us through our trials, errors and experiences. And none of them neutered by drugs, their minds cauterised by a parasitic medical industry that relies entirely upon fear and hopelessness.

Don’t be a victim. Regain your personal power. Know that everything happens to you for a reason. Trust in God, step aside and surrender everything to him. Then take action, and begin reclaiming your life. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and wallowing in the modern diseases of “I’m so special” and “I’m so hard done by”. Just compare yourself to Natalina Cherubino’s father or mother, and then start to feel some sense of shame. Get out of your head, get off the medication, and get into life.