I’ve spent half my life dodging “love and light” circles that treat trauma like a smudge stick away. Honesty over comfort, right? So here’s my messy take. When altered states get priced per share, the shadow does exactly what Carl Jung warned about—it gets packaged, sanitized, and sold back to us as a subscription service. The spiritual economy doesn’t vanish; it just puts on a tie. I’m not saying capital is inherently evil. I’m just saying that when therapy becomes a stock ticker, the work shifts from inner reckoning to market optimization.

In the tarot, The Devil isn’t some horned monster waiting to drag you to hell. It’s chains. It’s the systems we agree to wear because they look comfortable. It’s the quiet realization that we’re trading genuine surrender for a billable hour. I’ve held hands with too many women in active labor to pretend that growth is linear or profitable. Birth is messy, bloodstained, and deeply unscalable. Psychedelic integration should be the same.

That said, I’ll admit my cynicism’s probably just my own shadow talking. Maybe the money actually funds the clinical research we’ve been begging for. Maybe accessibility beats purity every time. I don’t know. I just know that when I sit in silence, I’m not trying to optimize my ROI. I’m trying to remember who I am before the market prices me in.

What’s your take? Are we watching the democratization of healing, or just the next wave of spiritual gentrification? I’m all ears (and slightly tired of defending my skepticism to people who think manifestation fixes rent prices).