His language
sounded strange to me. Terms such as "Entities" and "occult attack"
no longer seemed natural.
Several minutes after that Rama's bright, friendly eyes
suddenly hardened. "Instead of aspiring to the higher worlds,"
he accused, "you are evolving into a horde of angry sorcerers."
"What am I doing here?" I wondered. "I don't have to listen
to this."
"You are trying to increase your personal power by attacking each other--
and me--in the Dream Plane," he charged. "I have no choice
but to disband your Circle Of Power."
"This is why he called us here?" I thought. The tension in the room
felt like nails in my stomach. I glanced at the door.
Rama explained that our final task, before he disbanded the Circle,
was to take turns confronting one another. "It is very important
for each of you to voice what is *really* going down," he said.
The people in the orginal inner circle had been through a lot together.
The first few seemed reluctant to adopt his suggested role as angry,
finger-pointing sorcerers. They said things like, "I think you may be
sending me some bad vibrations in the inner worlds."
Rama frowned. "You think you are acting like Warriors, but you
are really acting like wimps. If you don't *'fess up* now,
it will be extremely difficult for you to continue making spiritual
progress later on.
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