There is a famous quote in our country in Hindi language... "Maarne wale se bachane wala hamesha bada hota hai." It means "The Savior is always mightier than the slayer."

Doctors, Exorcists and Lamas failed to fix me up. One day a friend of my father saw me and suggested to perform a Hindu ritual called 'Rudra Abhishek'. Its a prayer to summon Lord Shiva. It was about 30 minutes long prayer read out non-stop from the book by the young pundit. The pundit had also brought a small "Shiva Linga", the sacred stone (I call it the symbol of Kundalini) and some other stuff with him. As long as the prayer was being read, I had to pour milk non-stop on top of the Shiva Linga through a special funnel made in the shape of cow's horn. The moment the prayer finished... I felt getting well. The voices went away, the pressure loosened from my neck and backbone. After a week I was back to normal.

Since then I became devotee of Lord Shiva... the one who is self luminous, delighting in his own being, epitome of yoga. He is called Lord of destruction... whose name sends shivers down the spine of the devil and his demons.

Well.... dead folks are in another dimension. The laws are different there. There is no time. Many times I lost sense of time when my third eye was functioning. Which year? which month? I had to recollect timeness.

The ones I saw, some of them were also shape shifters. I remember Yoshimo, he was like a Lama and also called him a White Dragon who died 140 yrs ago. Snake, he was like a demihuman half snake/half man. Coon, about 8 feet tall Gorilla man. Lennox, he said he was a boxer and there was also a young lad who said he was a kick boxer. Plus there were just voices.... several voices talking to me in the head.

They were strong.... and I think they were having fun being out there. Being dead is not that bad I guess.

We are being watched all the time... even now when I am writing this. I know they are reading it :)