Journeys into the bright world

First, the sound of the crickets. I experienced my spirit coming out of my body and rising up. Immediately I had the thought, This is what it is like after one dies. It was a wonderful feeling and not the least bit fearful, as I had thought death to be.

I saw you and me ascending together but separately. Then suddenly our two souls came together and went on spinning in an upward spiral which was golden. There were also jubilant heavenly sounds-a roar of angels singing. I interpreted this as a cosmic marriage. I saw everything in prisms of pristine pure white and violet, and I also saw you as I had known you in that other lifetime in Egypt. I also said repeatedly, "I love you, I'll always love you." This set up a vibrational pattern that permeated my being physically to the bone marrow.

Afterward I disclosed a minute fact that you did not know about me. It wasn't necessary to bring this up but I felt as though I had to clear my conscience. The effect was that of having taken a truth serum. I wanted everything to be clean and in the light.

Since that time it has been strongly impressed upon us that ketamine has the potential to serve as a super truth tester, reaching into the caverns of the unconscious and bringing out a multitude of formerly unrecognized feelings, foibles, and complexes. At the same time, a subject will not tell tales out of school or let any skeletons out of the closet. While discretion is always possible a person could hardly take ketamine on a regular basis and live a lie.

Consequently, if there are any drawbacks to ketamine therapy they would stem less from any tendency of the drug to create illusions than from its insistence upon accentuating that which is, even though the situation revealed may not accord with an individual's preconceived notions. The places and spaces brought to light may be alternate realities, but they are nonetheless valid and relevant states of being.

Above all, this substance seems to be able to put a person in touch with the true will and intent of the "High Self" which monitors all worldly activities. In this respect it can provide guidelines for action when one comes to an unmarked fork in the road, and judgements must be rendered on the basis of insufficient evidence. Howard and I both felt that it would be right for us to blend our energies and remain together. All the same, it was gratifying to think that the Goddess Ketamine had set her seal of approval on our union.

Now that the two of us were more confident in our reactions to the medicine it seemed as though the next logical step would be to make the journey through inner space together. We were also curious to see if ketamine could be used in reincarnation therapy. Why, for example, was I so obsessed with Egypt, and at the same time so blocked in my ability to come up with memories of that period? What sort of person had Howard been in Rome? Had we known each other at one or another of these times?

"What scares me witless," I said only half jokingly, "is the thought that after all the thousands of times I have told lecture audiences that it just isn't true that every woman wants to think she was an Atlantean priestess or an Egyptian queen, I just might see myself as one of these characters. That would be a terrible embarrassment. We already have too many exotic people turning up."

At the same time I was well aware that many of the metaphysicians of today were trained in the mystery schools of Atlantis, Egypt, and Greece. Why else would they be so powerfully impelled to carry on with the work begun in those distant eras? Throughout the country regressed subjects had described the same kinds of temples, the same rituals, learning situations, and teachers. It couldn't all be purely coincidental.