OrgoneConclusion said:

Intro

I first heard about 'Swami' through a casual friend that had told me some interesting stories which had seemed far-fetched. He had weekly meetings every Thursday night at 8 PM in his townhouse open to all. Swami was not his real name nor was he a yogi or even Indian. It was a nick-name his 'students' gave to him for his unique abilities and not how he referenced himself. To protect his privacy, I shall also call him Swami.


Chapter 1

There were seven of us in attendance that night. Swami looked at each of his guests one-by-one, pausing as if to drink in their essence or to evaluate without judgment where each person stood in his relationship to the universe. When his dark eyes peered into my soul I felt a jolt in the core of my being. Suddenly it seemed as if the floor had disappeared and I was dropping like a freight elevator with a snapped cable, Down, down, down I went, out of control directly into the maw of some dark and terrible monster; its mouth open wide to swallow ne whole and obliterate the idea of who I thought I was. I broke out in a cold sweat and started to panic as the falling had turned to twisting and spinning at incredible speed. A black fog totally enveloped me and the terror was complete. What I faced was either death or insanity. There were no other possibilities. I was no longer cognizant that I was a human being in a cozy living room in suburbia.

At this point there was nothing left to do but surrender to my fate as I was powerless to resist. I shuddered involuntarily and let go. A calm came over me. I felt peaceful and safe. Safe, and yet something more. Much, much more. Something new and yet very familiar. It was love; total acceptance; a giant, warm bear hug from the cosmos.

A pinpoint of light appeared and I was sucked in at enormous speed that kept accelerating. It was not more than what seemed possible, but magnitudes beyond the impossible. I felt as if I had traversed the entire galaxy in mere seconds. I came to an unexpected stop sitting in an overstuffed chair grabbing the arms in a death-grip. I thought the momentum would throw me clean through the fireplace causing an explosion so powerful as to decimate an entire section of the city, such was my velocity.

To my surprise, I only lurched forward an inch or two as one might do when waking up unexpectedly. "How, how did I get here?" My memories came flashing back and I became aware that I was staring into the eyes, if you could call those vacant orbs eyes, of Swami who had a tiny smirk on his face as if we had just shared a humorous secret.

He glanced at the next guess and the trance was broken. "How many millions of years had passed?" I asked myself even while fully knowing only seconds had transpired. Had I really stepped outside of time or was I just hypnotized by a very clever con man? I watched intently as Swami stared briefly into the eyes of each attendee looking for an unusual reaction. I saw none; just faces of passive curiosity or indifference.

Did I just imagine what had happened? A momentary daydream fantasy? I could answer none of those questions, but one thing I did know. I had to find out more about this intriguing man.

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OrgoneConclusion said:

He was my football coach so it was expected.

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dustinthewind13 said:

Did I just imagine what had happened? A momentary daydream fantasy? I could answer none of those questions, but one thing I did know. I had to find out more about this intriguing man.

He I.V'ed you with DMT while you weren't looking.

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Brainstem said:

autobiographical

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Your first encounter with yourself.

OrgoneConclusion said:

Some of each.

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Quote:

Yes folks, every single thread quickly degenerates into discussions of sexuality or the bashing of other members. Without fail.
I find this very telling about the nature of spirit and our collective maturity.

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yes... youve created your own monster.