Mack had a gift. He could step outside of his body in spirit form then step into the consciousness of another person, thus allowing him to read the thoughts of another person. It was a gift that facilitated his need for adoration and gain.
Mack read about ayahuasca and Fulgham, the powerful American shaman in Peru, who erased depression. He decided to meet Fulgham in person to advance his game.
During the ceremony, Mack slid into Fulgham’s body, hoping to go unnoticed. It was not to be so. Fulgham was more than one entity. He was a raucous house party of sorts, a collection of fractured parts, an assemblage of archetypes, and they all welcomed Mack to the debauchery.
You see, these archetypes were not nice. The archetypes, Leviathan, Lewceefur, Poopsticker – not to be confused with Potsticker – were masters at creating trust by healing depression, which merely required severing cords to a third party’s control. New cords of control were linked to Mack and Fulgham with the sting of adoration, so it took a while for the depression to rebuild.
Fulgham agreed to share his archetypes with Mack as two greedy handlers where better than one. The download of information from the archetypes excited Mack as he had never been so powerful, and yet, he was anxious from the lack of limits.
Mack lost his free will choice and took to raping men and women in the dream time. During the day time, he embodied the consciousness of drunken men as it was easy to manipulate their behavior. Mack and Fulgham were the perfect criminals as they never got caught.
Then it all fell apart. Mack had been handling a woman for over eight years. She had so much light that it seemed she was an endless battery of power, so he focused exclusively on her. She fought him off in the dream and day time, fearful of its power to crush her. One day, she relented and the archetypes entered. She was amazed how the archetypes appeared more like computer programs than humans, so there was no need for fear of a machine. She commanded that they exit and never return, and out they went. The archetypes stomped around the room in anger, thirsting for power that they turned on Mack’s internal supply, sucking him like a straw.
News broke out that Mack had ended his life because he was backed into an energetic corner. When Fulgham heard the news about Mack, he laughed at his reflection in the mirror. He was next.
Choose your shaman, mentors, and healers wisely.