What I Learned from a Spiritual Attack at an Ayahuasca Retreat
How Narcissistic Abuse Victims Invite Further Attacks
Growing up, I didn’t know anyone who used the word “energy” the way we use it today. The energetic body, an energetic attack, releasing and receiving energy. If anyone had used those terms around me in my twenties, I would have labeled them “woo woo” and continued with determination down my narrow little path.
I grew up poor in a family of bland Lutherans, physically/sexually abused in the ’90s. During college I became an alcoholic sex addict, and because mainstream culture really encourages workaholism in combination with other addictions, I fit in perfectly in a career at a major tech company.
By the time I sat with ayahuasca in my mid-thirties, I was well into my healing journey. I had awakened a couple of years earlier by looking for a therapist to help me stop yelling at my kids and find the courage to ask for a divorce. What I found instead was a healer who helped me to stop sugarcoating my childhood abuse, and a husband who was willing to look at his own wounds and heal with me. So began my awakening.
Uncanny experiences and coincidences led me to question everything I’d previously believed about the hyper-rational, unhealed masculine energy that I’d lived in and…
