Anatomy of a Spiritual Illness (Part 1 of 5)

(St. John of the Cross in his book, "The Ascent ofthe top of my head down through my body and out
Mount Carmel," indicates that God tears down the oldthe bottom of my feet, spreading throughout the hall
body of one who seeks union with God, so that aand into each of the silent meditators sitting with me.
new temple appropriate to receive God will grow).I could barely keep from laughing; how silly they all
Janet and I had just spent two years living bylooked, sitting there practicing their meditation with
ourselves in a remote area of Pennsylvania. It wassuch seriousness, and with such concerned faces.
1983, and I was tending oil wells on the property,And how ridiculous were those powerful words that
cutting wood for our woodstove, and chasing blackblasted from inside my head; "You are now
bears away from our trailer, while Janet planted acompletely healed." Healed of what? I was in peak
large garden, cooked soybeans in a pressure cooker,physical condition, the prime of my life! What needed
and made lots of yummy homemade bread!healing?
It was an idyllic setting, with our little mobile homeI gazed about the hall and marveled at these
situated on a hill surrounded by a hundred acres ofmeditators; so ridiculously solemn. I felt as if a
forest dotted with shallow, Pennsylvania oil wells. Weflippant, glib being had taken over my body and was
were able to practice meditation all day, every day,showing me that everything was merely a silly dance.
either sitting in meditation practicing concentration, orIt was so liberating, and the urge to laugh became
practicing mindfulness during our activities.uncontrollable. It was as if I was back at home in
But reluctantly we eventually had to move on, andOhio with my father scolding me for giggling at the
decided to spend some time at the Zen Center indinner table! The more he frowned, the more I
San Francisco for our first stop. Soon after arriving,giggled.
we found ourselves participating in a week-long,I finally had to leave the hall before my laughter
fourteen-hour a day intensive meditation retreat witherupted, but when I went to my room and tried to
about forty other monks and lay people.sleep, the giggling abruptly stopped.
And that's when it happened . . .It was an unimaginable terror-filled night with wild
My meditation had been deepening quickly during therandom snippets of visions in vivid color raging
retreat, influenced by the subliminal effects of thethrough my mind, several flashing every second. The
many other meditators in the hall. All distractions hadtop half of my body was on fire, and the bottom
disappeared, and only mind remained observing itself.half, ice cold, and my heart was palpitating and
This appeared as a blank screen, an image that mypounding so severely that it would actually stop
mind was extraordinarily attracted to, and remainedbeating for long periods of time, producing intense
effortlessly absorbed in.feelings of fear and impending death.
Things were going pretty well, until large blocks ofThen my body would become numb. I could feel
time began mysteriously disappearing from mynothing, as my breathing became shallow and would
awareness. The bell would sound, indicating thealmost stop, with no apparent heartbeat, and I would
beginning of a forty-minute meditation period, andhave to move my fingers and toes to make sure
seemingly two seconds later, it would sound againthat I was still there. Then, after about twenty
ending the session! I didn't know where theminutes in this catatonic state, the wild, random
thirty-nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds werescenes would begin again, accompanied by a runaway
going to; but whatever was happening was intriguingheartbeat.
and somewhat amusing until unexpectedly oneThe severity of this alternating manic activity and
afternoon in the hall, everything changed forever.dead calm only became worse during the night, and
It began with a literal "bang." I actually thought thatfinally, about four a.m. when everybody was just
someone snuck up behind me and hit me on thewaking up, I stumbled into the hallway looking for
head with a telephone book! Then I heard boominghelp. Someone called the head monk who came
words coming from inside my mind, powerful andquickly, but had no idea what was going on. He
commanding words sounding like a loudspeaker andsummoned a physician that was fortunately attending
etching themselves permanently in my mind: "You arethe retreat, who after a cursory check of my heart
now completely healed."piled me into his car and headed for San Francisco
Immediately following these words, my ears beganGeneral Hospital.
ringing loudly, and the upper part of my body heatedThe emergency room was packed, and I had to wait
up, feeling feverish. I also became extremely giddyan interminably long time. About three hours later, a
for no apparent reason and could barely control themale nurse wheeled me into an examining room and
urge to laugh out loud. I actually thought that I wouldhooked up an EKG. He glanced at the tape and said,
have to leave the hall before I disrupted everybody."Wow! Stay cool man, I'll get some help!
Next, I saw waves of energy visibly flowing from