Until you break all mental, emotional, and psychic
attachments to him, and until you develop a powerful inner connection
with me, you will be completely vulnerable to his next round of
inner attacks. Many of you think that this is some kind of game.
Just don't come running to me when you find that all your power is gone."
Memories about Atmananda that had been suppressed for months
continued to freely flow. "Do you see how my skin glows?"
he had recently asked me.
"That means you are healthy," I had replied.
"True, but if you look closely you will see that the light from
my body is emanating from a higher plane."
There were memories of eating breakfast with Atmananda and my
other housemates. At one point during the meal, Atmananda gazed
out the window and spoke as though in a trance. "The powers,"
he said repeatedly, "are coming back to me. I can now fill
an entire room with golden light. I am not who you think I am."
About fifteen minutes later, he stopped talking and went to his room.
"Is there something wrong with Atmananda?" Anne asked me as we
washed the breakfast dishes.
"Something is definitely not right," I replied. We glanced
at each other, but found it difficult to share our ideas
and doubts in much depth.
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