reproaching:
“I have made you what you are; you dare stand against me? From my students you have food and live a comfortable home, you are a dead man today!”
I didn’t care of his menace and replied:
“You're a liar. All those who have been initiated tonight are your victims! They are after you for a happy life while your wickedness is only working for cheating, enslaving and killing. Here is your real face! You don’t impress me anymore.”
Immediately after my remarks, the spirit resumed back a human form, elegant suit on an athletic body and handsome face. He began to flatter.
“You know, I let you love Jesus as you want. Your initiation need not wait till the next month; prepare for traveling with Maheshi. His departure is scheduled for Tuesday.”
I was no more afraid, so I dared:
“Look for yourself what a god has done to my living room; and you pretend to teach me self-control ... In the name of Jesus, I'm not going anywhere. The Bible says that Jesus does not love fornication and that is that you like the most. The Christians God loves his followers more than you love yours. In fact, you are swindlers, false teachers of the false Christ, as Jesus warns in the Bible.”
He wanted to mutate again, but just babbled:
“You..., you...,”
He screamed strange sounds and went.
I was still determined. Leaving the mess of the living room, I got into the bedroom. The Jesus of Philip would help me. “If this spirit guide is angry against the God of Philip to this extent, that God is certainly imposing! Isn’t He who failed the incorporation of the spirit guide into Philip body?”
Throughout Monday, I was tortured by the new traveling plan that was now imposed. I was ready to resist the spirit at any cost. Early in the evening, I wanted to pray. I sat cross-legged as usual and would like to invoke the omnipresent God of Philip.
Once I closed my eyes, erotic scenes paraded before my eyes; it was straight couples, gay couples and demons making love, moans of sensual pleasure and groans of ecstasy. The parade of some erotic dreams I had had with the spirit guide – his male and feminine aspect – followed, parading like a compilation of pictures. All my mental efforts to circumvent the scenes were vain and I chose to open my eyes. Eyes opened, scenes continued, some more daring than others! I covered my ears in vain. Incessant erotic moans were violating my senses.
I rose up, still wanted to try Jesus for help when I saw my langot detach itself and I felt my member undergoing invisible caresses (the langot is a long band of cloth that Hindu men attach as underwear). I tried to protect my genital with my hands, but couldn’t. The invisible being could reach any part of my body at his will. This touches tarried and I started being exhausted; my will for resistance was almost empty when I heard my door alarm ringing. It was barely 7.30 P.M. At the sound of the alarm, the visions vanished and the kinesthetic hallucinations ceased. I put on the bathrobe and tried pulling myself back from the emotive strain.
When I opened the door, I felt great relief when I saw Philip there. He had come to inquire after me. After the greetings, we sat on the veranda. He informed:
“Having offered you the brochure last Monday, I met a man who threatened me on the way, telling me to mind my own business. The same night, I had a nightmare where a Hindu woman appeared and warned me that you belonged to her and that I was wasting my time trying to explain you anything.”
As I was assessing what he had said, he continued:
“During all this time, I have not ceased praying that God grant you the understanding of the truth. From what I see, you are in bad shape! Your appearance is pathetic and you have lost much weight since our last separation.”
I was ashamed. What to say? Share about my erotic dreams, the romantic talks with Jesus or the beatings by the spirit guide? Was there a better yoga? Mine however had turned sour and if the backside was so painful; what the monster would be hidden behind Tantric? This was the next step after India and my trip was imminent.
I decided to tell everything to Philip but he suggested I spoke in the presence of his Pastor who was on the way. “He might give you more relevant advice,” he advised.
The Pastor joined us few moments later. After my story, he said:
“You have just learned a great lesson about the spiritual world. Let me warn you that the God of the Bible is not met through the mantras. Jesus calls the mantras ‘vain repetitions’ and his disciples are invited to apply directly what they expect from Him. Vegetarianism and self-penance are pagan prayers. When you invoke the Lord Jesus, the Son of the Living God, the Word of God, the Savior of all humans, do it simply, without Protocol, for He knows even the depths of all hearts and no one can hide anything before his eyes.”
Then I ask him about the Jesus saw in dream and during transcendental meditation; he explained:
“You know, the false Christ has no need of the confession of sins; while Jesus Christ, the Savior of the world died for our sins and forgives sin whenever someone asks him for forgiveness. Moreover, Jesus Christ will never, I mean NEVER, cause you mental confusion because he is the Prince of Peace. Besides all that considerations, it is Jesus who will give you ‘self-control’ that seems so preoccupying to you. He freely gives the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him.
“Just consider the inferno into which your pretended spiritual guide has heated you up so far. He said he loves you; can you agree with him any longer?”
“So what to do? I cannot even close my eyes now! Only your presence has saved my sanity from hallucinations that had taken over my reason; my spirit guide had promised me ‘madness’ among many other punishments in case of disobedience.”
The Pastor continued:
“Repent of your ignorance and of the covenant you signed with your spirit guide the day of your initiation. We must serve no other god, but the Creator. The Lord alone created us and He alone deserves our service and our loyalty.”
As the Pastor ended his words, I saw the spirit guide kneeling at my feet, begging me not to listen to the Pastor. He promised to let me read the Bible, to let me go to church and he promised he will never get angry again.
“What about the hallucinations?” I asked, forgetting the presence of Philip and the Pastor.
To my question, the spirit guide put his second finger over his mouth, inviting me to do as if I was not perceiving him.
My resolution was taken and I prayed:
"Lord Jesus, forgive my wandering away from the truth. I confess that I sought life far from you. Forgive my slowness to understand spiritual matters since Philip brochure revealed me the truth behind yoga. I have taken too much time to repent and this week has been hell to me. Without your grace at work for my good, that spirit guide would have killed me.
“Merciful Savior, May you forgive my sin of idolatry and purify my soul with your blood, for I saw in your Holy Word that your blood cleanses the souls of men."
I opened my eyes, the spirit guide was nowhere. I felt a radical change had occurred within me. My heart was peaceful and joyous.
When my visitors wanted to leave, the Pastor said:
“I hope you dare not worship a statue again or make a demon your god!”
“Do not worry Pastor; I know now why this spirit had challenged me all the long. Now that I have repented, I know the name of Jesus will work.
They cheered happily and Philip added:
“May the Jesus of the Bible be your guide!”
“Amen!” I said joyously, marveling at what I was feeling.
After them, I had to do the cleaning. The disorder of the spirit guide was still there and I wanted to clean up before morning. Objects were to disappear. Buddhist statues and medals, langots, rings and trophies needed to land into the fire. As I poured kerosene on the Buddha, I saw the spirit guide again, promising me wealth, happiness and all that I would ask him; too late!
The next day was Tuesday. I informed all students and paid
back those I owed. Following my testimony, some opted to make their own spiritual investigations while others started looking for another club. Many who were there on Tuesday are certainly present tonight; they can tell us about the results of their research.
Uncle Sammy signaled the end of his testimony.
(This is Philip speaking.)
“Those are the events that have taken place recently. If you really think that Guru Maheshi came to bless you, be free to think so; if you think you have a blessed spiritual future through your spiritual exercises, be free to think so. Uncle Sammy in convening this meeting wanted to alert you of the uncertainty awaiting you beside your unknown spiritual guides.
“About Christianity, there is a large literature on Jesus Christ and the same Holy Spirit dwells in all Christians. As for you, tell me what you know of the new name Maheshi has given you? What do you know of the direction the spirit guide you now bear the name will make you follow?”
At these words, Mr. Bita became acrid.
“You would have prevented the last initiation session since you already knew that something suspicious impended. You were both outside when the mysterious incident occurred...”
After this complaint the hubbub kindled the room. It was difficult to understand what everyone would say in the attendance. To this tumult, the Tantric teacher reacted:
“So, according to you, when you are undressed and are asked to pray god with langot, you think what? When