t of whining when confined alone in the basement.
Rama then fed the dog seven hits of LSD. "Look--it's still standing!"
he said in an effort to substantiate his claim. Rama placed his hands
around the puppy's neck and began to squeeze. Earlier he had claimed
that the Evil Forces were trying to get to him through his pets. All
of his pets, he complained, became demonically possessed. Now he
continued to choke the puppy to the brink of death. Then he scowled at
the three women and boasted that he had just used his *willpower* to
stop himself from eliminating this "enemy." Through the sleepless night
and following morning, Rama repeatedly told the women that the puppy's
situation was remarkably similar to their own. He reminded them that
they had better confess.

"Barbara confessed!" Rama finally snapped. "Barbara has come clean!
If you want to study with me in this or in any future lifetime, you had
better come clean!"

After Rama left the room, memories screamed across horror-fried
synapses of Anne's acid-drenched brain: the puppy... he's strangling
the puppy... can't breath... it's possessed--EVIL... like us... --EVIL...
like us... five hits of acid... the room... the furniture... me...
focus... the Forces... the puppy... he's strangling the... "Anne, I
will send you to hell for thousands of lifetimes!"... can't breath...
"What you will experience will make AIDS look like fun!"... he, he
threatened to kill me... "Cindy, I have a special place for you in
hell!"... --EVIL... like me... "Consider your future lives!"... the
puppy... "Barbara confessed!"... like me... "Come clean!"... --EVIL...
"Confess!"...

When Rama returned to the room, the three young women confessed.

Weeks later, when the women asked Rama about the health of the puppy,
he replied that it had passed on to another world.

"Do you know how I did it?" he whispered. "With my *will*."

Months later, Rama announced to hundreds of followers: "No, friends, I
am not paranoid. In fact, three students recently confessed to me that
they had incarnated on earth to destroy my mission."

Also in 1986, Rama wrote to followers: "A very close friend of mine,
Jack Kukulan, died several weeks ago. I know Jack was a friend to many
of you. We will miss him. Jack was the best part of all of us. His
tremendous help and economic support of the spread of meditation has
benefited many. Jack died a warrior's death."

A squat man with