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Chapter Six What I was figuring out wasn’t very pleasant. Because of my experience as a hypnotherapist, I could detect the “signature” of a malevolent intelligences working in my life and my experiences in an effort to either destroy or divert me from something. If these evil beings had the power to interfere in my life with malicious intent, even when I was deeply involved with positive thinking and meditation - which one would suppose should act as a defense - what protection did anyone have? Were we, the human race, defenseless against these creatures? The words of Gurdjieff came back to haunt me. Were the belief systems of metaphysics and religion useless drivel promulgated by an Evil Magician to convince people they were Lions, Men, Eagles or Magicians instead of sleeping sheep? What kind of madhouse had I opened my eyes to see? Was the fact that I had seen it the very source of its existence? Was I, by noticing evil, more vulnerable to attack? Surely not: The evidence of the presence of evil threaded its way through the lives of others who denied all the clues. I saw clearly the “mechanical” or “accidental” nature of the Universe that Gurdjieff talked about. I realized that our own programmed refusal to see reality, our ignorance, was the chief door in our lives through which Evil entered. Was it possible, as Gurdjieff suggested, to become free of this? To awaken? To see the projector behind the slide show of our lives? And, more important, to see who was running the projector and why? I struggled with my thoughts and emotions for days. I was truly passing through the valley of the shadow of death. I had thoroughly convinced myself that UFOs and aliens could not possibly exist. In fact, even after the flap surrounding the hypnosis session with Pat, I had contemptuously declared that the “Millennial Disease” was spreading. Upon seeing the thing itself with my own eyes, I had pronounced it to be a flock of geese, in the same way I had rationalized the wet nightgown and grass seeds on the night I woke up reversed in my bed. All those times, and the night I saw the strange light in the snow at boarding school, the events had been followed by protracted illnesses. If there were other incidents preceding any of my other physical disturbances, I certainly didn’t remember them. But by now, from studying the literature, I was aware that many people might remember nothing at all. After reading almost 15 hours a day for months - everything on the subject I could get my hands on - I began to realize: Some sort of “alien