The Psychology of the Soul

The Psychology of the Soul

Classical metaphysics for practical healing and psychedelic thought

Angel Cusick

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Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Angel Cusick

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No part of this book covered by the copyrights herein may be reproduced or copied in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews where the source should be made clear.

http://www.angelcusick.com

ISBN: 1466310421

ISBN 13: 9781466310421

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This book is dedicated to my father, James D. Cusick, who took his life in 1988. Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself from bullies when I was a little girl, and for teaching me about the angelic hospital after you died. These have been the two most important lessons of my life.

Disclaimer

Information provided from The Psychology of the Soul is neither intended nor implied to be a substitute for professional medical advice or to replace the services of a psychiatrist or doctor, nor does it constitute a doctor-patient relationship. You should not use information in this book or the information on the links from this book to diagnose or treat a mental health problem or disease without consulting with a qualified health care provider. If you have or suspect you have an urgent medical problem, promptly contact a doctor. The Psychology of the Soul advises you to always seek the advice of a physician or other qualified health care provider prior to starting any new treatment or with any questions you may have regarding a medical/mental condition. Application of the recommendations in The Psychology of the Soul is at the reader’s discretion.

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We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is in the mental institution of the universe.

—Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749—1832) German philosopher and theoretical physicist

Table of Contents

Detailed Table of Contents

Introduction: Why The Psychology of the Soul was written.

Chapter I: The Induction Into Light

Chapter II: Discourses with Light

Chapter III: A Movable Feast

Chapter IV: Ghosts in the Machine

Chapter V: The Chrysalis Stage

Chapter VI: Operating the Mechanism

Detailed Table of Contents

Introduction

Why The Psychology of the Soul was written.

Chapter I

The Induction Into Light

Describes being born with an ability to see and hear spirit, astral project, see visions and auras; making contact with departed childhood friends, working in a convent, being guided by a biology teacher with second sight; working in a Victorian mental institution with the violently insane; modeling around the world and getting lost and found in a rain forest; suicide of my father and intense searches out of body to locate him; going down the tunnel.

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Chapter II

Discourses with Light

The mechanics of astral travel; discourses with the light including the echo frequency, spinning energetic conduits through faith, the primary objective of being sentient, the logistics of spirit, the ego, the seven deadly sins, a detailed graph showing the four worlds of man and the effect of the seven deadly vices upon the worlds of man, the universal harmonics system; detachment; finding a suicidal father and his insight into dying, life with angels, and God’s recovery of his broken soul.

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Chapter III

A Movable Feast

Life at the College of Psychic Studies in London, England; scientific analysis of the auric field; the mechanism; a detailed analysis of the chakra system and how it activates psychic ability; the seven main chakras isolated, their strengths and weaknesses defined, how they manifest upon reality, how they magnetize or repel intent, identifying and mending their blocks to activate healing.

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Chapter IV

Ghosts in the Machine

The main categories of psychism and how to activate each: mental mediumship—traditional mediumship, trance (subliminal, direct spirit, and somnambulistic), clairvoyance (subjective and objective), clairaudience (subjective and objective), inspirational thought, crystal ball gazing, animal communicating, tarot, and the creation of amulets and talismans; emotional mediumship—auric reading, flower clairsentience, psychometry (emotional history and inactivated potentiality), healing and astral projecting; physical phenomena—ectoplasmic activity, apports, poltergeist, psychic photography, and electronic voice phenomena; physical mediumship—automatic writing, materialization, transfiguration, levitation, direct voice phenomena.

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Chapter V

The Chrysalis Stage

Rare firsthand account of an angelic discourse and its profound insight into grief and spiritual development; guides, including lost dialogue from William T. Stead, the eminent medium who died on the Titanic; guardian angels, their history, nine classifications, and the authority each division commands; kindred spirits; dialogue from Lucifer and his thoughts on God, a physical universe, and why there should be no such thing as pain.

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Chapter VI

Operating the Mechanism

Recognizing psychic potentiality and development; humility, patience, and integration; circles of light; proper posture; the breath; the healing circle; activating the mechanism, opening, closing down, protecting and cleansing the instrument, psychic self defense; getting grounded.

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Introduction

Why The Psychology of the Soul Was Written

Being psychic since birth bestows a strange perspective on the world. As a child, I just assumed others possessed the same multiple senses and had gone through the same strange learning curves. My grandmother (on my father’s side), great grandmother (on my mother’s side), mother, and younger sisters often displayed well-endowed psychic abilities—yet routinely cursed them. Still, it all seemed as normal as breathing to me; although, as time marched on, I began to see we were different.

God played a major role in my development. Acutely aware of his presence, I initially resented our separation at birth and felt abandoned, only later to discover his handiwork woven into every cell and every fiber of our beings. Eventually, it became evident that we are just echoes, mere heartbeats away from his vibration. I was also struck by the meticulous order of our illusion, or creation, and the interconnected web we weave with one another. Most importantly, I awoke to the lifeline of love and its eternal vibe, which transcends the mundane, linking us home to the divine. Within all of this supreme order, I saw energetic patterns activated by our mechanism and directed by our intent. These blueprints took a lifetime for me to unravel, though many gifted teachers and thousands of humble sitters helped pave my way.

Once properly developed, this strange sense would prove to offer profound comfort and healing to those lives it touched—if they had the capacity to receive it. Living all around the globe, then returning after fifteen years abroad to my beloved country the United States, I was dumbstruck by intense culture shock. Everyone seemed so lost, confused, and misdirected, and completely out of touch with the five senses—not to mention an emerging sixth sense. Statistics estimate that over 10 billion antidepressants are prescribed worldwide because seven out of ten people are depressed; half the time we’re dealing with a synthetic personality—be it our own or somebody else’s. According to the latest US Government statistics, 9.5% of the population has a severely debilitating depressive disorder, and yet 80% of depressed people are not getting treatment. 30% of women are depressed, but the fastest growing market for antidepressant medications are the preschoolers — over a million children are now severely and clinically depressed. These figures actually doubled over the previous decade. Since 15% of the depressed will commit suicide, by the year 2020 depression will be the second largest killer after heart disease. Sadly, only 30% of the population will be helped by anti-depressants, and this comes as no surprise since they only work as well (or less than) placebos. This brings us to the disturbing realization that standard treatments of psychotherapy are not working. Doctors medicate unhappiness — but what people really need to do is address their soul, to understand what changes are needed to fulfill its mission in, as Einstein once called it, This stubbornly persistent illusion.

It now made sense that every other gaze I stared into played host to a scared and broken soul, compounded by the hyper pace of modern life and mounting daily pressures. It haunted me that all I could think about upon returning to my beloved country was, My God, my God, what happened to my generation?

So in response I wrote this text in hopes to help the broken — and even the happy and contented — find a better way. The tools we shall discuss are timeless and work on invisible scales not yet detected by science. They provide all the help you’ll ever need, along with faith, hope, and love. Use them wisely, and always remember every moment is accounted for once you depart this realm. Be prepared, because when you ask for help, support, or guidance you will always receive it—just not in the way you might expect. But you must ask because spirit helpers cannot intrude upon free will. Take a leap of faith, let it go, and wait for time to unfold…and never forget to give thanks.

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"Just as serious physical training in any direction demands concentration upon the organs and muscles involved in its activity so, too, does psychic development demand the same concentration on its psychic organs and centers."

—IVY NORTHAGE (1910—2001)

Ranked as one of Great Britain’s most distinguished psychics for the twentieth century

CHAPTER I

The Induction Into Light

It all began from age zero. As I’d awaken from sleep, they’d stand around my crib and whisper softly, often telling jokes or singing lullabies with harps, flutes, and other waves of sound I’d heard before birth but never since. Usually they spoke about God and why I had to be here, on this planet, in this body. They were always kind and loving but urgently concerned about something that became increasingly disturbing as the days rolled into nights; you see, I was quite reluctant to become a human being, but it was too late—I had already arrived into sentience.

My spirit had no desire to become human again and had a distinct recollection of life before birth—and, might I add, had every intention of going back home. The kindred spirits around my crib knew all of this even before I did and became increasingly reluctant to leave my side, as I in turn became more aware of their growing distance and the fact they were being forced to leave me behind. They were beings of light, and I was of matter, which, of course, at that time I couldn’t comprehend. They slowly began to fade away while my thoughts grew heavier, denser, and riddled with fear. Slipping further away, their vibrations became harder to hear, their presence barely tangible—yet they radiated intense love, especially when I awoke from deep sleep.

An ancient soul forced to lay in a crib, I would breathlessly await their return, listening for sounds imperceptible to most ears, wondering if I had done something wrong to make them leave—if I’d been a bad girl. I had bonded with these spirits instead of my own parents—whom I then regarded with complete disdain. An old soul locked into a very young body, I felt trapped and forced to exist in a world far beneath my evolution. I felt abandoned by God. With no more connection to my beloved spirits, I experienced a grief that would come to haunt me later in life. A deep dark sorrow became locked in my veins. At the mercy of parents in order to survive, I resented this vulnerability, wishing with all my might to be released from these earthbound binds only loosened at night when I dreamed. Then one night it dawned on me: it was time to speak with God.

I had been given an orange wind-up record player for my second birthday, and one of its thick plastic records was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. A park sat behind our house, and in the distance were neon lights on signs and buildings. I believed that when the neon lights came on and the stars began to shine, if I played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, God would listen and respond to my calls. So there I stood, one hand up stretched toward the sky humbly asking, then begging, then tearfully pleading to be allowed to come back home.

There was a mistake! I cried, Please take me back! Please let me come home! I don’t like it down here…I miss my family. Please let me die so I can come back to you. I don’t care if it’s painful; I don’t care if it’s sad. Just let me die and be happy again!

These intense nightly rituals went on for two years, and all the begging, pleading, crying, and overly dramatic physical collapses were met by one response: utter silence.

Sometimes I felt the energy of my spirit friends all around me, trying to emote comfort and strength, but my bitter disappointment only seemed to expand because I resented no longer having the ability to see or hear them. All that I had once known and loved had been taken away. Now relegated to the lonely, hostile, and primitive planet I looked upon, time stretched before me like a death sentence because God wouldn’t allow me to die.

And thus it began, this thing called life.

Disconnected from spirit, I allowed many memories to fade because the pain of their loss was more than I could bear. No mere human being could help fill spirits void, as I broken-heartedly resigned myself to a barren existence, convinced I had been forsaken.

In church, held in my father’s arms, I began to see auras. I had no idea what an aura was back then, but I wondered why the priests and nuns had a bluish hue. The fascinating bright colors seemed to spin and glow, especially during prayer. Sometimes I thought I heard my spirit friends, but these were just the thoughts and prayers of those in the surrounding pews. Assuming it was normal and something everyone did when they were bored, it became second nature for me to link in (connect to the soul), which inadvertently opened wide my third eye.

My mother, father, grandmother, and great grandmother on both sides were psychic, although this ability manifested differently in each of them, so my ability was not discouraged or even remotely doubted. In fact, a big family and Catholicism provoked a stream of ceremonies for everything from baptisms to communions to funerals and weddings, where it was easy to practice linking in on a multitude of people—which was fine, at least for a while. As those young years passed, this activity brought me closer to God and my long-lost spirit friends—even though I could no longer communicate directly with them. It became comforting later on to find out that people possessed something far beneath their appearances; something that felt so familiar: a soul.

Every soul is different, yet as I grew older I began to see certain patterns inherent in different people, which revealed an entire species hidden beneath the guise of skin and bones. It became apparent that some souls had one objective; other souls another—though the primary mission of all was spiritual evolution facilitated by the dynamic of free will. Over time, I was able to unravel these patterns and found it gave people great inner peace to understand this unconscious process, which was the primary objective of the spirit’s journey on Earth, and which also had a deep impact on their physical, mental, and emotional well-beings.

This awareness soothed my inner core, the only difficulty being that few others could see it. The unconscious mind, something I connected directly to, felt like home to me. Perhaps God, in his infinite mercy, heard my pleas all those years ago and allowed a link to exist between my conscious and unconscious mind. Whatever it was, it forced me to look beyond my human moon suit as I became acutely aware of this force that pulsed inside myself and in everyone around me—this force had its own purpose for being here, on this planet, in this school.