"I must thank you for treating me," I said, feeling vaguely disappointed. I don't know what I had expected but it was not this elaborately staged piece of theater. I was rapidly concluding that I was simply in the temple of one of those popular and phony cults that dupe the credulous.
The man bowed his head. "I am Swami Fallaninda. You are disappointed?"
His perception of my thought surprised me. "No, not at all. You know how I came here."
"Your emanations are strong," he said, his voice booming at me resonantly. "I feel the vibrations...."
In spite of myself I felt a tug of hope. "When I spoke of hearing voices your—disciples became excited. Have you heard them?"
"Many hear. The astral body is visible to those who can tune in its vibrations, who can see and hear with astral eyes and ears."
I broke in impatiently. "These aren't astral voices or whatever you call them. These are aliens. They tried to kill me!"
The mystic showed neither surprise nor concern. "It is possible that occult powers can be used for evil purposes. Yet it is not usual for this to be so, nor is it usual for one to be consciously receptive to the vibrations of higher frequency given by even a powerful adept, learned in the control of the mind, unless the listener has been trained in the development of astral vision. You have had no such training."
"No—but I've heard voices!"
"Perhaps it would be better if you would explain what you have experienced."