ructed us to sit in a circle in the living
room. I hesitated. "Something about this doesn't feel right," I
thought. I sat down, nonetheless, and meditated with the group.

Roughly forty-five minutes later, Rama began to speak about the rapid
deterioration of the earth's psychic energy field. 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 original 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."

"You've been attacking me in the Dream Plane!" my brother accused me
and several others.

"You've been trying to steal my power for years!" countered Sal when it
came his turn.

"Yes," approved Rama.

Instead of listening and preparing for my turn, I recalled the way Big
Nurse inspired patients to rat on each other. "Rama is manipulating
us," I thought. "He's getting us to turn on one another. He's
dividing us. Divide and conquer."

Suddenly it was my turn. I did not know what to say. I stood up. The
others had remained seated. I turned to Rachel. ("I have always liked
you," I thought.) I said, "We have gotten along well. I don't see any
problems between us."

Rama looked surprised. This was not the kind of response he had in
mind.

Rachel smiled at me.

I turned to Suzanne. ("