Can a man survive a powerful thunderbolt that hits him right in the heart, right between the eyes. Yeah, I was there. 40 years ago when a young guy showed up

for a class in college. It was called the Psychology of Consciousness, but it was really just

a bull-class for a bull-t-t-t-a-treat. That's all he wanted. He was working full-time at his father's store.

He looked at his boots. He had boots on black steel-toed boots.

They're covered in sawdust as the class was gathering sitting in chairs and desks.

And he looked at the shoes and he was embarrassed, like, why didn't I polish my shoes at least and then she came in

black eyes black hair lovely body lovely body lovely care. Lovely body, lovely smile. And just like that, he was done. The story goes that Dr.

Dave was teaching this class, Psychology of Consciousness, and he wanted the students to meditate.

So he had them all line up in a circle and he told them,

now you will close your eyes and meditate.

I'm not going to tell you how to meditate, I'm not going to tell you what to do I just want you to do it and

don't ask any questions and 15 minutes later we'll talk about it and so he leered while the others had their eyes closed and

pretending to meditate. He stared at this girl and she opened her eyes and

stared back at him.

A Sicilian beauty, angry that he would dare stare at her.

I guess she would like it.

And she made funny faces like angry faces like don't stare at me. What are you doing you know like angry face like snarly face?

Anyway, so they eventually shut their eyes or somehow.

And the Dr. DaVay called the class to attention and said, okay, let's talk about our collective responses to meditation and the class began speaking one

after another. I was so connected to everyone said the first guy.

I felt like a student I felt like I was one with the class

one with the group

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