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CONDITION THREEChapter IIt is about 8 P.M. Sunday evening and we have been working for three hours. The sun is setting through the summer clouds, and on the forty-eighth floor of River Plaza we have a panoramic view of Chicago easing into a July evening. The room we are in would normally be the living room of a two-bedroom, high-rise apartment. Instead, it is filled with laboratory equipment used for scientific experimentation involving brain waves. At one end of a worktable, the only cleared table surface in the room, Olof and I are seated on laboratory chairs. Olof sits at the head of the table and I sit to his left, at a right angle to him. A black velvet cloth covers this end of the table and a twenty-four inch, white boarder is marked on the velvet. The interior of this square is our working space or “performance platform,” in the language of experimental psychology. A video camera is mounted from the ceiling, its focus centered on the square, so as to tape everything that occurs there. Two decks of playing cards are inside the square. They are our tools.
or...
My apprenticeship begins Olof has just asked me to shuffle one of the decks. These were new decks that I had just purchased and brought with me inside my attaché case. During the seventh shuffle he asks, in his soft Swedish accent: “What card would you like to find?” I pondered a few seconds, then said “ten of clubs.” Olof then said, “Where in the deck is the ten of clubs?” I attempted to let the answer “float into my mind,” as Olof has patiently put it to me countless times. Several numbers drifted in and out of my consciousness; finally, thirty-one stuck. I told him and he asked me to check the thirty-first card. I started at the top of the deck, turning over one card at a time, expecting to see my card at each turn. When I had turned over half the deck without encountering the ten of clubs my tension level mounted. As I turned over the thirty-first card and laid it on the table, I was astounded to see the ten of clubs. Olof said to me: “You seem surprised!” I was, even though many similar things had happened over the past four months, when we started this phase of our work. The man seated to my right is Olof Jonsson. My background—how I got to where I am It is now October 1988. I have been attempting without success, for the past six months, to tell the story of what led up to that July 1986 evening, and what has happened since. In many ways, this story is one of failures. There were failures of many projects—to leave me feeling dissatisfied, even though the projects were successful by ordinary standards. And then there were projects that simply didn't make it. Thus, the path to that July evening was to a large extent a process of elimination of what was not suitable. There was nothing in my background that prepared me for anything but a materialistic worldview, either in my upbringing or my education. The first part of my university education was in the physical sciences, in physical chemistry and physics; I received a Master of Science degree in these subjects from the University of Chicago in 1960. For the next ten years I worked at various jobs, mainly involving computers. I received my Ph.D. in psychology from the Union Institute in 1974.
I looked into parapsychology and found that the arch critics of parapsychology claimed—and still claim—that there never has been a conclusive, well-designed experiment performed, supporting the existence of psi. The methods of science are supposed to be capable of impartially deciding such issues, but just as in everyday life, ideas that challenge deeply held convention are usually rejected swiftly. Most confirmed skeptics have never seriously reviewed the experimental literature in parapsychology. If they did, they would find that there are currently several scientific journals in the field. The standards for accepting articles for publication are at least as high as in most scientific journals. In a review of the field by Professor Robert Rosenthal of Harvard University, who is not a parapsychologist, he concluded that the quality of the research articles in the parapsychology journals is in general superior to those in other fields of science [reference being researched]. Most of the authors of these articles hold academic or research positions at universities or research-oriented organizations. Most of these people have the Ph.D. or a comparable degree. Given all this, and the fact that hundreds of studies have been published reporting significant psi, to claim, as committed skeptics do, that there never has been a study published that was not fatally flawed is certainly prejudiced. At this time most scientific parapsychology is a laboratory science which investigates very small manifestations of psi using statistics. This is called the “minimalist” approach, that is, investigation of very small psi effects. In contrast to this is the “maximalist” approach, which focuses on very large scale psi effects. At this time, there is very little investigation of large-scale psi phenomena. In fact, there are a number of outstanding parapsychologists today who don’t believe that large-scale psi effects exist. Clearly, large-scale psi does not appear in the laboratory. We must instead look to what are called spontaneous cases, that is, manifestations of psi that happen spontaneously in everyday life. In this book we will focus on such large scale manifestations.
There seemed to be no solution for me within academia. Eventually I went into the computer consulting business. This was very novel at that time; there were still very few people working with computers in the 1960s. I found the work to be absorbing and well paying; the transition into the business environment was a big change, but one that I eventually was able to adjust to. One afternoon found me in the office of a client in Chicago. It was April 4, 1968 and I was seated at a desk, working. Without warning, I experienced what I can only describe as a force, which hurled me out of the desk chair and onto the floor. My first thought was that I was having a heart attack. I had worked in a cardiology research lab for a while at the university, and knew that if this were a heart attack sizeable enough to throw me to the floor, I should also be experiencing intense pain—and I wasn't. I next thought that I was too young and healthy for a heart attack to be likely. But in those first, few moments I would not have bet much money one way or the other. After a few minutes I felt reasonably sure that I had not suffered a life-threatening trauma, and I decided to try and understand what was happening to me. I felt that I was in some kind of strange state of consciousness. I decided to see if imagery would help me to understand what was happening. I closed my eyes and looked within. First, I saw a blue-gray light, which looked and felt like death, to me. Next, I looked deeper and saw the clear image of a circle of bullets, standing on their flat ends, all bathed in that blue-gray, death-light. My angle of view of this image was oblique, so that there was the suggestion of a cone or dome-like figure. It suddenly came to me that this was a monarch's crown, and that monarch had just been assassinated. I first thought of the Queen of England, but at this point the imagery was fading and no further clear information or imagery came. I wrote down the time. I felt so disturbed by what had happened that I called the cardiologist in whose lab I had worked at the university. When I got Dr. Jones on the phone, I told him just the part about being hurled to the floor and the strange state of consciousness, but not the details of it. He thought the whole thing was absurd, but I persisted and he did examine me and ran an EKG the next day. I was very healthy. Within a few hours the media carried the news of Martin Luther King, Jr's. assassination on a motel balcony in Memphis, Tennessee by a sniper, at 6:01PM. I had written down 6:01PM after my experience. When I heard the news, it suddenly all made sense. It is difficult to convey the complex of feelings and thoughts that I had. I did not question if this were merely a peculiar coincidence, as an affirmed skeptic probably would. The experience and the details were much too rich and specific for that, and I interpreted this as a psychic experience. Although it is usually possible to propose alternative, materialistic-causal scenarios for such spontaneous events, one should consider if such scenarios are even more improbable than the possibility that the event was paranormal. When I heard the news, I was at once relieved that I probably had not had some kind of transient trauma, and I was gripped with the feeling that all hell was going to break lose—and it did. It has been noted that psychic information is most likely to break into consciousness when it bears important, personal meaning. At the time of this event, I was sympathetic to the Civil Rights cause of American Blacks, but I was not involved in any political action or demonstrations, which in the 1960s were very high drama, indeed. What brought the assassination to my doorstep were the riots that followed. I lived in an integrated neighborhood in Chicago which was surrounded by ghetto on three sides and Lake Michigan on the fourth. When the ghettoes erupted in violence after the assassination I was right in the middle of it. The National Guard had to be called out, and when that failed to contain the rioting the Army was brought in. There was widespread violence and the air was filled with smoke from burning buildings. The city was in a state of war for many days; it was not an experience that one easily forgets. The French philosopher and Nobel laureate Henri Bergson (1859 – 1941) suggested that one of the main properties of consciousness is to act as a filter, screening out information that is not locally limited to our senses. Were this not so, he argued, we would be flooded at all times with information from distant places, or about future events, which has little or no survival value to us as individuals. This seems quite reasonable; it is actually an extension of the accepted fact that one of the functions of the brain is to filter out most of the sensory information that is constantly bombarding us. As you read this you probably are not aware of the large toe on your left foot . . . but now you are. In ordinary perception what passes through this filtering depends upon several factors, which are the determinants of attention. These include the qualities of the sensory variable, such as the intensity of a sound or the brightness of a color. Another factor is stimulus patterning, such as symmetry or textural differences. The novelty or familiarity of the stimulus is another factor, as is motivation. Research in parapsychology has shown that these same factors are involved in psi, but to varying degrees and only under some conditions. Perhaps the filtering involved with psi is opened, however rarely and briefly, by events which are meaningful and important enough to us. But what faculty, then, is so aware of the whole world and can make this judgment of what is important and meaningful to us, and sometimes opens the “filter”? “Let's try using the Zener cards,” said Olof. “I will send to you.” I felt excited and apprehensive. Olof had started to try and teach me how he does psychic things. These tests of my abilities required a lot of my energy and usually were not very successful. I got the deck of Zener cards from my briefcase, shuffled them in front of the video camera and handed them to Olof. He lay them face down on the table. Zener cards were in the past one of the staples of ESP testing. They were used extensively by J. B. Rhine, who was Director of the Parapsychology Laboratory at Duke University from 1935 to 1965. These decks consist of twenty-five cards marked with five geometrical symbols: star, circle, wavy lines, square and cross. Each symbol appears on five cards of the deck.
Hello! Three Years Since You Died in Las Vegas Dear Olof, It has been three years since you died in Las Vegas and I thought that you might like to hear from me. I know that you are not dead, at least not as most people think of death as THE wipe-out. I really don't know where you are, in which "plane of consciousness," or what kind of body you are in. If there is a Las Vegas in the spirit world, I have no doubt that's where you are now. Probably with several beautiful and available women. Yes, I'm giving you low marks for character—and there's a lot more that I could say about that—but I'm not really condemning you, just being more direct than I was when you were still with us. Frankly, I was looking for a more saintly wizard than you turned out to be. But you were by far the best that I found. And you changed my life profoundly. Really. I was twenty-four years old, a confirmed materialist, finishing a master of science degree at the University of Chicago. Later, a large picture of you was in Life Magazine. Astronaut Edgar Mitchell, on the Apollo XIV Mission, landed on the moon and tested you with ESP cards, while you stayed in Chicago and guessed the order of the cards. Before I met you, I never saw these things done successfully, but you could, sometimes in the presence of celebrity stage mentalists. I still clearly remember the respect and deference they had toward you. You also performed successfully on computerized, "double blind" tests in our lab, which trickery couldn't explain. It took a surprising amount of time for me to really get that you were dematerializing cards and mentally moving them around in the deck. And you even succeeded in teaching me, at least to the self-anointed rank of Junior Assistant Wizard. Which means that I sometimes could dematerialize objects and move them mentally. You have seen me do it and at first you sure were not pleased that another wizard had been created, even a very junior apprentice. I've even been able, occasionally, to demonstrate to my friends what you taught me. But they refuse to believe that it's not just card tricks. As you know, I don't know any card tricks. You opened the door for me to your Zen or cards. Of course, Zen aims at the Void, the Nothing and Everything, what westerners call God—but without a face—I would say. You taught me, and helped me experience many of the "planes of consciousness," the White Light, and what lies on the other side of that light: the Void itself. You were a frequent flyer in these realms, and in fact, your card demonstrations were concretizations of this knowledge, because they drew upon higher consciousness. However, I think that you focused too much on the concrete and not enough on the consciousness. You drew upon the higher energies but did not merge with them. Instead, you became enchanted with concretizations, halfway between heaven and earth. You certainly did not want to be seen as a spiritual teacher, or even a spiritual person, just the world's greatest psychic. You were very attached to that, and couldn't drop it. It's three years since you left this "plane." My life has had its ups and some big downs, but I'm doing OK now. Really. I do miss you. So does Bruce. I hope that you are OK and evolving, wherever you are. Maybe next trip around you will be more emotionally mature, and wiser about love and the need for honesty in friendships. And not squandering the extraordinary gifts you were born with on unimportant things, especially in league with people who intend to squeeze out your last drop of blood and throw you away. I don't know where that masochistic part of your personality came from, but it had a very strong grip on you. So side by side with your remarkable talents was an injured ego. How remarkable that all that high knowledge and experience did not fix your problems. Maybe why we are here is not to become wizards or even saints, just to become sane. My definition of sane: living in harmony (your word) with ourselves, nature, and each other. Then, maybe, the key to the universe is spontaneously (again your word) found right in our hand. It's a beautiful, sunny fall day in northern Illinois, as I write these things from my heart and my memory. You betrayed my trust and you fed my thirst for knowledge. You cracked open the door to the universe for me and changed my life, big time. I was brought into your fantastic crowd of admirers, greedy ghouls, CIA hit men, big-name dictators, and others who defy easy classification. I can tell lots of stories. In closing, thank you thank you. You were the most extraordinary human I ever met. But people did not love you, wizard or no, because you hid yourself. I think that's where you really flopped. Norm P.S. I paid the bill for your cremation in LasVegas with
my credit card, over the phone from Chicago. It cost $398, but I earned
some points with the airline.
Diary 2001 To be successful in wizardry, it must be done spontaneously, in the flow of things: When I cut the deck and it "flows," not sticks or hesitates—a micro state of satori. Visualizations or strong intentions can also be used to "set up" the desired effect. But then the conscious mind must be quieted or distracted. If not, the procedure will not work, since the information will not have been released into the higher states. This afternoon I demonstrated wizardry 101 to my secretary. I shuffled a 52-card deck, face down. Next I asked her to randomly pick one card out, look at it (and not let me see it), and randomly put it back in the deck. I then shuffled the deck several times, waiting for that sense of ease and perfection. During the third shuffle, a card stuck way out from the deck. I took this to be it. I asked her to take that card and tell me if that was her card. It was the three of hearts. She showed me where she had written down on her pad in shorthand, three of hearts, after she first drew that card. That instant A Few Days Later. I spent several hours today viewing just part of one videotape of Olof teaching me. I had forgotten so much of what was taped 15 years ago! Some of the material is spectacular. At the moment, I feel very daunted by it. I can't present the heart of the teaching because I have not developed the ability to consciously and volitionally enter the states of consciousness required. I can set up the visualizations, but without being able to get the conscious mind to stop, I am very limited. What does work for me—sometimes—is to do the operations very fast, or to distract my attention onto something else, after setting up the intention. So I must practice. Maybe that's still OK. I can report what Olof did, then what I did to try and learn that—the false starts, the failures, and the successes. I would claim absolutely no great qualifications for the task. But I know from my past that I can sometimes do the Olof things. I will try tonight. The other matter is that one does not have to enter and stay in these altered states, just contact them very briefly. Quite something, that some Olof operations require contact with the void, but so rapidly that the experience of the void will not be conscious. (It takes perhaps half a second for a percept to become fully conscious.) Came home about 5:30 PM with my colitis
bothering me. Lay down in bed, breathed deeply a few times. Immediately
I was in a gray-to-white lighted-space Felt like a deep pool of warm,
embracing water. I disappeared, but (I) didn't think that (I) was asleep,
since there still was consciousness. When I looked at the clock, one hour
had passed, which surprised me.
Walking Through Walls Of course, impossible. What illusionists do. How could a physical body pass through a physical barrier? At the quantum level, electrons do tunnel through energetic barriers with ease. You might analogize this to a car in a locked garage spontaneously transported outside. But at the large scale of the everyday world these quantum effects are averaged to the point that they are virtually zero. That's why Olof or anyone elsecould not walk through a wall. But what if in his wizard costume Olof could walk through walls? From what you have already read, how might that happen? .... Passing On the Teaching So, if Olof did walk through walls, how could that happen? First, it
would mean that there is something very flawed with the materialist world
view of physical forces and particles. The physicists will likely tell
you about the impressive edifice of data and theory that they have built.
Physicists will admit that physics has yet to solve some major problems,
but they expect that eventually these will be conquered. Pulling the Story Up Out of the Past: Wheels Yes, I know about chakras being wheels or wheel-like, but that's just the energy dynamic at the chakra. Olof's wheels would circulate up the back and down the front, enclosing the body as a large tire would. This circulation is well-known. I believe that James G. Frazer in The Golden Bough discusses it. So do the Taoist yogis. But Olof also said that the circulation could be reversed-up the front and down the back. Furthermore, he said that there were many other directions the energy could flow. For example, along diagonals. But the main circulation was around the body, top to bottom. Also, by visualization it could be contained to circulate around a diseased part of the body for healing purposes. Somewhere in my records are the medical records of Norman Atenhoffer (Sp?), whom Olof apparently cured of lung cancer. Olof worked on him right after Atenhoffer's physician said that he had two weeks of life left. Here's what happened according to Atenhoffer(At) and Olof. From 200 pounds, he was reduced by the ravages of the lung cancer to 85 pounds. His wife had heard of Olof and brought At to see him at a small meeting of people interested in the psychic. Now, Olof seldom did any spiritual healing; why, I don't know. But with At, Olof felt a strong energetic connection, and perhaps there were other factors which Olof did not articulate. At the meeting, Olof directed At to relax for five minutes in a chair. Olof told me that he visualized At's energy circulating around his body. Olof then instructed At to sit and relax at 8 PM the next four nights. At told me that after the second healing session, the next night, he had the worst coughing spell of his life. While he was coughing, some kind of black substance was being coughed up. The third night was a repeat of thisviolent coughing and bringing up black material. The fourth and fifth nights were similar, but with less coughing. At told me that from that point on his health started to improve. After a few weekswhen he was supposed to be deadhe returned to his physician's office. I wasn't informed of what the physician said or what tests were done, except for a bone marrow sample being taken. This was done by hammering a sharp, tube-like instrument into a pelvic bone. At had several of these done during his illness, and he said that they were excruciatingly painful-so much so that he would cry. This time, At was lying on the table waiting for the sample to be taken, for what seemed to be a long time. He finally asked the nurse when the sample would be taken. She said, "It has already been taken." At said that he was astounded by this. Further, that area of his body did not experience pain from other intrusions for three weeks. I spoke with At about three years after this happened. He apparently had a complete remission and was back to full-time work. I questioned Olof about what happened, and he said that this was done with visualization of the circulating energy. He also said that he had worked on At more often than the 8 PM sessions. During my apprenticeship with Olof, I never felt that I was experiencing the circulation, nor did I "see" it. However, once, when we were working with the cards, I saw a distinct fog-like presence surrounding a card. It extended about four inches. It was not circulating. I asked Olof if this was the energy and he said that it was. Here I could go into a discussion of subtle energy etc. Next, I could go into the reversal of the circulation. By circulating in one direction, then reversing it, then reversing it again, etc., you might arrive at the state which Olof called "harmony." This, according to Olof, was the void. This is the state required to dematerialize physical objects. Here I could go into discussion of the void from Buddhist sources. Thus, for anything physical in space and time, there is a subtle energy
associated with it. Perhaps we can think of this as an energetic pattern,
or in some way containing a pattern or form from which the physical object
is created. In Olof's world view, consciousness is primary and material
things are derivative. Therefore, if one is in a high enough state of
consciousness to influence the subtle energy "shell," by the
process of energy reversals, a To go on with this model, when the energies are balanced, and thereby
effectively canceled, the object will no longer be in space and time.
Rather, it will be in the form of energy, and will be located in the void.
It will have disappeared. Olof said that Think maybe it's time for more card stuff-back to the practice range,
so to speak. I'll do some card stuff and describe what happens, how I
feel, etc.
Many Times Olof Said to Me Many times Olof said to me: "The body is false." In his soft, Swedish accent, he might say: "What card you like to
see?" In Zen they say, "Every day you begin again." Olof never said
it that poignantly. But it's true. Until our energies and consciousness
are sufficiently elevated, it's back to first base over and over and over.
Like a young bird learning how to fly.
Talking to Myself Sex and Kundalini. Don't remember much more about such Olof pronouncements.
Came across a statement buried in Meher Baba writings (WHERE???) that
Kundalini, as practiced by yogis, will get one only to temporary states
of enlightenment. Permanent states, such as Sahaj Samadhi, aren't
gained in that way! How then? I think with higher processes, and definitely
by balancing out (which nullifies) one's karma. This balancing, actually
of the mental impressions from the soul's whole past evolution, these
are stored in the mental body. One does not destroy them. Rather, the
method is to balance them. There, of course, experiencing the opposites
karmic. Rich, poor; ugly, beautiful; dull, smart; etc. Now, many, many
years ago, when I was a lad, doing psychotherapy, several times I was
able to facilitate in clients the union of opposites. Such as bring rage
and nurturing together in imagery. E.g., "let an image come to you
of your angry boss." Say, a lion appears. Now, do this with slow
dramatic effect: "feed the lion a steak." Balancing even at
this level does sometimes work. Turning very powerful white light with
kriyas. Or even going into the void: no anger, no lion, no steak. "It's
Nothing." So, OJ saying sex and Kundalini, may well be correct, if
you take that to be the body's kundalini, not a more cosmic energy which
some might term Kundalini. But also, Baba wrote about the earth possessing
an energy, the same as we have in the "third fold of the body."
I believe that's a Sufi thing. Bruce is here to fetch me. More later-but
you see maybe kundalini is more associated with corporality at "lower
levels"physical bodies, "third fold" of the bodysome
kind of level of energy body?and then the earth body itself. So
maybe that's where Kundalini is found, and that might be its limitation,
of being "attached" to the lower forms, so that's were it eventually
reverts to. More later. Swami N
Dream at an Enlightenment Intensive I am going through re-entry to the illusion of everyday life, slowly
slipping back into Week of September 8, 2002: The following dream came out of working on the question "Who am I?" I was in a baseball uniformcap, striped shirt and pants, and high stockings. I had just made a home run and was crossing home plate. I looked up into the spectator stands along third base line and was surprised that they were empty. The stadium looked the way they did, I think, maybe 75 years ago. Large with lots of wood, painted dark green. Next, I looked at the seats behind center field and along the first base line. No spectators. I was shocked. Next, I looked out onto the playing field and there was no team out there!! Yet, I was sure that I had just made a home run. Now the cherry on top of the dessert: I looked down in the vicinity of home plate, expecting to see balls and bats on the ground. No balls and bats. I'll just say that I have no interest in baseball and haven't played it for over 50 years. So, I am the only player and I myself play the whole game, without even bat and ball, to an empty world There is normally a split between me and what I think or sense. So I can ask a question, Who Am I, and the question is separate from me, that is, a mental object. It hangs out there like a cloud. My breakthrough was the collapse of this duality, this self and otherness. Then there is certainty because my consciousness now knows that it can split off into parts, but it is still all my consciousness. It's all me; the questioner and the question. There is a feeling of complete certainty and that the game has ended. When some people get it, they burst into gales of laughter, realizing that they have been chasing their own tail. You now realize that your consciousness can set up this self-other game. Now, this didn't happen, but I know that the next step on this path is the experience that others are me; that is, they are split-offs which my consciousness has created. And I am the only One; there is only one consciousness. Just like my awake dream about baseball. For this step to occur, the sense of individual self, the ego, must dissolve, at least while the experience lasts. This state of consciousness becomes permanent only in rare "cases." Olof. If everything is Me, and I am consciousness, then I can
will anything to happenlike the home run in the baseball gamesince
everything is within My consciousness. ... In the beginning was the word.
Contact Norm Don by email at normdon@uic.edu CD-Roms of extended video excerpts and text will eventually be available. If you do not have a high speed connection try viewing this web page at a public library.
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