Kundalini and the Art of Being ... 12society. I tended to enjoy these types of gatherings simply because
of the abundant diversity of creative energy. I found that I preferred
the multi-faceted, oftentimes conflicting belief systems to one rigid,
fundamentalist view of the world that I was expected to conform
to. The world just seemed too complex to choose one firmly-estab-
lished, unchanging view of reality, above all the others. Ultimately, it
seems that truth, whatever that might be, is easier to discover when
there are multiple points of view pointing the way. That’s not to say
that Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Krishna, Zoroaster, and all the other
spiritual teachers throughout history don’t deserve some respect. But
considering that they don’t always agree with one another, it seems
apparent that there isn’t only one way to live a righteous life.
I had never before seen or heard extraterrestrial channeling in per-
son, although I’d read plenty of books on the subject. It completely
blew me away. Whether or this phenomenon is real or not, I don’t
claim to know. But I know that Barbara Marciniak’s voice definitely
seemed to be speaking from somewhere beyond the walls of the
room we were in. I walked out of the workshop feeling almost as if
I were an alien myself, a stranger in a strange land. For a short while
after her lecture and channeling, I felt like I could hardly talk or make
eye contact with anyone. My spiritual vibration was so heightened
from the experience that I was afraid that I might freak out anyone I
tried to interact with right then.
I ended up wandering around San Jose for a couple of hours, just to
get outside and away from the expo center for a little while, staring
at the vehicles moving magically along the street, up at the tall sky-
scrapers, the miles of concrete and bright, flashing lights, feeling as if
I’d just been transported to a faraway civilization, in a future time. It
was definitely a strange, hi-tech world that modern-day humans had
created, when seen from a somewhat shifted perspective. On some
level, a part of me wished to be somewhere more genuinely familiar
to me—a more natural social environment, in which trees towered
over people rather than buildings, and the dirt and grass wasn’t con-
tained between narrow strips of concrete. And yet, another part of