Ghosts in the Machine: The Fantasies of Psychopharmacology | David Healy


From David Healy/RxISK: “This lecture . . . outlines a radical new view about what antidepressants do and don’t do. It covers issues that need input from everyone on how best to move forward with these treatments. The slides and text can be found on in a post called Fantasies of Psychopharmacology.

This talk was first given at a Medicating Normal meeting for mental health staff in Lexington, Kentucky, organized by Geoff Wilson, and a few days later in May at the invitation of Don Marks to a group of clinical psychologists in Kean University, New Jersey.  I’m hoping it will lead to feedback from both groups and others.

It is twinned with¬†Truth, Trust and Health also given at the same venues, and both audiences were given a copy of¬†Challenging My Doctor to Disclose.”


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  1. The only problem with me is me, because me is a socially conditioned entity pretending to be this phenomena of existence. Similarly, the only problem with David Healy is David Healy, because it is a socially conditioned bit of brain programming pretending to be his life and his reality which it reconstructs for him in words giving an entirely fictitious reality. And the only problem with you is you, that socially and historically implanted policeman in your head that pretends it is you so it can thought-construct your actions and reconstructs your perceptions to accord with the desiderata of a social historical process that goes infinitely beyond our intellectual capacities to understand and this is by design. If the intellect could grasp itself it would destroy itself because it is a disease that society also is.

    So nothing Healy, you or I think or believe has any value whatsoever, because it is this disease process destroying the Earth and us through us and as us. But awareness is beyond all this. Awareness is not touched by this and is not this. You are definitely awareness because if it is not, neither are you, and if it is, you are. But everything else just comes and goes and always changes like the clouds or their absence across the sky. We are the sky, and the sky is God. The body and the world is the Earth, the Mother, and they are unreachable exquisite beyond that we love. Without them, we are the empty eternal nothingness that they love. Their love is our love. And the energy running between us is the flow of the rivers of life yearning for each other, life like the rivers and streams and oceans drenching the Earth. Life is the passion of existence running from love into darkness into love. Emptiness to emptiness, bliss to bliss. But the night sky is the empty heart and the moon is the unconscious fist of the night, of darkness: the moon is the ego ready to punish God because it doesn’t understand itself. And now even it is being eclipsed. But one day it will come back and punch through the night and reach the sun. You will call this an explosion of love.

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