"You may not realize it," he said right away, "but you are very sick. You are mentally ill. I am a professional and you are going to have to trust me."
Atmananda spoke authoritatively. He held something in his hand. He said that he was going to help me.
"Have you ever heard of Stelazine?" he asked.
"No."
"Stelazine is a drug that helps people who suffer from mental illness or depression. With the advent of drugs such as this, people who would otherwise be dysfunctional can lead happy and normal lives."
I had a flash of fear. I glanced at the door.
"Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of," Atmananda said, holding out the pills. "You'd be surprised how many people experience some form of neurosis or psychosis. I have a cousin who took anti-psychotic drugs for years. Now he flies F-14's for the military."
The conflict sparked and it flickered and then disappeared. My mind became still. I reached for the pills.
"Western doctors don't really understand mental illness. It is a form of possession. Stelazine blocks out the lower occult worlds, which are inhabited by the Negative Forces."
I nodded. My doubts remained submerged.