"Fwazznoid," interrupted Atmananda loudly.
"--and Puzzles has been with us for three years," continued the guide,
trying to ignore the man monkeying around with the four laughing hyenas.
One time during our first few weeks in California, Atmananda saw me
standing on a wall in the yard. He later told me that he had seen
me fly.
"Really?" I said.
"Yes," he replied. "I saw your Astral Body hovering over the canyon."
"Wow!"
Suddenly, his kind encouragement transmogrified into a cold,
penetrating glare. I felt he was looking right through me.
"I can see that you still doubt me," he said, turning away.
I was upset with myself. As usual, he was right. Yet I sensed
there was something more, something in the way he looked at me...