I was in Chiang Mai, a gorgeous town in Northern Thailand, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas (yeah, the Himalayas go all the way down into Thailand 🤯).
I’d hired a couple of life coaches to help me figure some things out but…
It wasn’t turning out as expected.
Instead of helping me, you know, be better…
…they literally told me I was worse than Hitler…
…that I’d killed 20 million people in a “past life”…
…in cold blood…
…on another planet…
…and that as a result, I now had 20 million “locks” on me because I was simply “too dangerous” to release.
Ridiculous, right?
I would have thought so too.
I mean, who would believe any of that horseshit for a single second?
Problem was…
This happened during a magic mushroom ceremony.
And that meant…
I was lying on the floor of their living room, tripping my ass off, when they told me all this.
So, uh…
…I didn’t see the problem with it at the time 🤷
I’m not saying I believed them.
No way.
I’m not THAT gullible 🤦
But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t play on my mind and make me feel all twisted up inside.
Because hey, what if it is true?
Even just a little bit?
What if they’re right?
What if I am dark and dangerous and blah blah blah?
It was the uncertainty and doubt that weighed on me.
So yeah.
Oops 😑
For a long time afterwards (3 months to be exact), I was under their spell.
And if I ever felt angry or upset about what happened, I simply thought I was “projecting”.
I thought they were fine… that hey, maybe I just had trust issues (like they kept telling me).
I didn’t realize it at the time… but I was in danger.
GRAVE danger!
That’s the thing about manipulation, mind control and weird “You’re Hitler” cults.
It seems relatively innocuous at the time… but when you give 10, 20, even 30 years of your life to the cult, it’s not so innocuous.
That’s a third of your life GONE… all because of a pile of retarded rat shit.
You end up as a shell of your former self, hollowed out by relentless gaslighting, guilt-tripping and manipulation.
Plenty of people get sucked in like that.
For decades.
It’s tragic.
And quite frankly…
Terrifying 😱
But thankfully, that’s not what happened to me.
You know what saved me?
My body.
To be more specific… someone showed me how to drop out of my head and into my body.
Out of thinking and into feeling.
Once that happened, I couldn’t rationalise the mushroom ceremony away.
I couldn’t tell myself a story about how “it wasn’t THAT big of a deal”.
Because all of a sudden, I felt it.
The raw, uncensored emotion of the experience.
In my body.
In my gut.
And man, once I tuned into my body, those feelings came on like a hurricane.
I remember feeling one primary thing – mere days after I’d learned how to get into my body:
RAGE.
It was beautiful.
Magestic.
Furious.
It was pure, unadulterated, glorious rage 🤬
But instead of doing my usual thing of denying it or shutting it down…
…instead of blocking it and feeling guilty for it…
I stepped into it.
THAT’S when I realised…
…just
how
long
…this email has gotten.
And so, Ima finish this story up tomorrow 😏
Until then,
John Wood
P.S. Remember…
Rageheart opens on Thursday.
It’ll be open for 4 days total – Thursday through Sunday.
There’ll be a total of 5 spots available ONLY.
So if you want to learn how to drop into your body and stop overthinking everything – as well as how to tap into rage, anger and healthy aggression – grab one of those spots and I’ll show you exactly how to do it.
This stuff saved my life.
Or hey, at least 30 years of it 😎
I’m also hosting a live Q&A call for Rageheart on Wednesday the 19th at 4pm CT.
So if you have questions that you want answered, no matter how insane or weird, come to the Q&A call.
Put the date and time on your calendar, along with the Zoom link, and I’ll see you there: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/88519189745?pwd=KzhhejI1Q29TZ0JZZW85SmhmN3drQT09