Most of the bizarre phenomena we are reporting here are things that happened to Stephen’s side of the family, but I have also had a couple of very strange experiences.
Stephen and I speak at some length in our book about our spiritual endeavors. In our early 30s we began doing Kundalini raising practices using meditation and chanting to stimulate and open our chakras. After just a few months of doing this work we began regular astral projecting.
Stephen and I both advanced quickly in these practices, but for two different reasons.
There are two ways to open the body’s chakras, the best way is to meditate and chant daily and keep your physical body healthy and pure.
This was Stephen’s method. He was a pure and chaste young man, regularly practicing the moving meditation of tai chi and Qi Gong. For these reasons he took to the work quickly.
I, on the other hand, had used another method for opening the chakras. I used drugs in my teens, I experimented with LSD and mushrooms and a couple of other hallucinogenic drugs. At age 16 I was regularly taking drugs, but I wasn’t high when I had this very bizarre experience.
Three of us were sitting in a garage talking when I suddenly felt a blackness enveloping my sight. It felt like my consciousness was being pushed down.
I came back to consciousness after a few minutes. I felt like I was coming back to awareness from a far distance.
I then looked at the faces of my two friends. They were staring at me in stunned amazement.
I asked them why they were looking at me so strangely and they said I had been speaking in another language. Not just another language, but another voice. They said I had been speaking with a deep, guttural man’s voice in “some kind of Arabic language.” They said it seemed like I was another person; like I had been possessed.
I remember feeling kind of disconnected for the rest of the day after it happened.
