About the Author
Then something very embarrassing happenedwhen I started meditating at the age of twenty-six. I discovered that I wasincredibly psychic. Up till this point in my existence, I'd never actuallytaken five minutes off to relax and still my mind. There was a good reason forthat - so I soon discovered - namely that my head was so crammed full ofculturally-induced crap and emotional baggage that my skull probably would haveexploded had I ever bothered to look inside myself.
Over the next 15 years I went throughseveral phases of incredibly profound spiritual awakening, each morechallenging, more powerful and more terrifying than the previous.
First there came the age of psychicawakening, where I deluded myself that I was some kind of spiritual genius becauseI experienced things like journeys out of the body, telepathy and seeing stuffbefore it happened. The second phase saw me firmly slapped down by certaingifted spiritual teachers who saved me from my own Jesus complex. It waspainful and humiliating and very, very good for me. Finally, after severalyears of screaming, crying and generally pretending I had no male genitalia, Islapped myself just hard enough to experience an awakening into presence.Suddenly it all made sense. All the spiritual visions, the wailings of thewounded child and endless hours poring through research papers to get me one ofthose confounded PhDs - and I knew who I was.
Marcus T Anthony