The Day Meditation Became an Exorcism

The morning of October 27, 2023, I sat down for my morning meditation, a silent period I have grown to love and appreciate over the last fifty years. Without warning, my meditation immediately turned into an exorcism.

I have previously found myself performing exorcisms or other spiritual work during a meditation or prayer period, but it was never anything like this.

I was in a trance. In that trance I was in an apartment overlooking New York City’s Central Park. Even stranger, to me, was that I was on a date with some man. That part was especially strange since I have been happily married for quite some time. I seemed to know him well. In my trance we had known each other for a long time and were dating. We were in his apartment. At various times during the trance it seemed like there was a crowd behind us in his apartment as we stood at the doors to his balcony or just outside on the balcony. There was a celebration of some sort, a party.

As I overlooked the park I saw tiny lights everywhere across Manhattan, the other boroughs and across the river in New Jersey. The lights came towards me. They were not lights in the sense that we think of an electric light bulb or a distant star.

The lights were souls. They came from everywhere and every time across the ages. They were souls who had lived in New York long before there were Europeans or the Native American Indian tribes who greeted them. They went back to the original natives who came to the Americas hundreds of…