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Encountering a Cult

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George’s memorial service drew to a close and an old school friend, Chris Jenkins, offered me a lift back to the home of George’s family for the reception. Twenty minutes or so later we pulled up and parked a couple of streets along from the house, got out of the car, and began walking up to the house. Other guests were arriving simultaneously, and I struck up conversation with a short and lively lady who was milling around.

After exchanging greetings, conversation quickly turned to George and how each of us knew him. The lady’s name was Priscilla. She told me how George had been on a meditation retreat not long before he died, and that she was a member of the same meditation group of which George had been a part.

We began talking about cancer (the cruel illness that had claimed George’s life) and I told her a little about my mother’s death and her battle with cancer. She began talking about past lives, a subject that felt quite alien to me, and remarked how George had been trampled upon so much in his past lives that even the powerful shaking meditation he had been doing in Bali wasn’t able to save his life.

Priscilla described a spiritual experience that she had been going through recently involving being burned at the stake in a past life. She had been a witch. She had had to undergo torturous witch tests like walking barefoot on hot coals – it sounded so fictional and so far removed from any testimony I had ever heard before, and yet she spoke about it with such certainty and truthfulness.

Was I really standing in the presence of a lady who had been a witch in a past life? The thought was quite bewildering, and a little frightening. Priscilla said she’d like to introduce me to a few of her friends. I followed her through George’s house into the back garden, where everyone was tucking into sandwiches and drowning memories of George in alcoholic beverages.

Priscilla walked me up to three women who stood together in a semi-circle, eating their lunch. What I saw and felt when I stepped into the presence of these women left me gobsmacked. They seemed to be radiating an immense amount of what I can only describe as light. It was coming from them, and up and around and through them, almost like a forcefield. And indeed it forced me to stand rigid with amazement. I had never seen anything like it.

I exchanged the word “amazing” with one of the women, Sally, for some time (maybe we were amazed by a kind of connection we were all experiencing), and I was so shocked by what was happening that I didn’t know where to look, or what to think.

“Wow!” said Sally enthusiastically, as we stood looking into each other’s eyes, “a kindred spirit, for sure!” I took these words to be a great compliment, and they lodged firmly in my mind. Perhaps it was a boost to my self-esteem to think that I might be associated with these light-wielding women, and may even be a light-wielding person myself (in spiritual circles there is so much talk of light and enlightenment, and I was truly fascinated by the idea that I might somehow become enlightened).

I got talking to these ‘light’ women about my mother and about my background with George, and they told me about the shaking meditation they were doing, and how it was a wonderful and powerful way of removing emotional blockages. What they said held resonance with me, as through my mother’s battle with cancer I had explored the links between emotional and physical disease in some depth. My mother had introduced me to various proponents of Eastern alternative therapies, Deepak Chopra in particular, with his philosophy that drew on accessing deeper levels of oneself through meditation as a source of healing.

Sally said there was a shaking meditation group in London and that I should come along. It all sounded very exciting! She handed me a small card with a picture of a well-built longhaired Indian man on the front and the words ‘Om Swastiastu Ratu Bagus’. She explained that Ratu was the leader of this shaking meditation practice, and that he had led the retreats in Bali that George attended not long before he died.


Later that evening I went for dinner in a local restaurant with a group of old school friends who had been at the ceremony that day. I tried to engage with the light-hearted conversations about what everyone had been up to and how we all were, but my mind kept flicking back to the ‘light’ women I had met at the reception, and the shaking practice they had told me about, and the picture of Ratu that I had tucked away in my bag. I was looking forward to the bus journey back home to London that night, when I could be on my own at last to chew over the experiences of the day and ponder what the significance of my introduction to Ratu Bagus might be.

The above piece is an extract from my book The Philosophy of a Mad Man, in which I recall my spiritual journey and how I eventually came to believe in Jesus Christ. For more information or to buy the book, click here. Thank you for reading!


  1. Interesting that they were emanating “light” since there is no light in darkness, as the Bible says. The devil likes to try and copy what the Lord does…and can entice people with his lies and tricks. Sounds dangerous to me!

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    1. Yes, Kate, dangerous is certainly a word that I feel would be applicable! Of course, I wasn’t in a very good place spiritually at the time so it’s possible the perception of the ‘light’ came from me. I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that I’m very pleased God led me away from the practice, though it did take some time. Thank you for reading πŸ™‚

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  2. Wow! Weird and scary, especially the deception behind them emanating light…glad to hear you broke free of that! Sounds like your book will be interesting reading πŸ‘πŸΌ

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  3. Thought provoking post. I would love to read the book and get more insight. Thank you for following my blog. Reading your posts makes me realised there are like minded people in this world and all is not lost.

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    1. Hi Monika! Great to hear from you πŸ™‚ Thanks for checking out a few of my posts and following back! I hope you one day achieve your ambition to be an author. Let’s keep in touch!


      1. Thank you Steven. That some day is on its way(hoping for the best). Thank you for your encouragement. Will surely keep in touch and exchange ideas that push the mind to grow and search for answers.

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  4. This is so curious! So what was Ratu Bagus in the end? Did you find out? The name means ‘good queen’ in Indonesian but that might just be a coincidence πŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks so much for reading! This extract is an intentional ‘cliffhanger’ designed to make you want to read the book πŸ˜‰ Thanks for the insight into the name Ratu Bagus, I wasn’t aware of that! πŸ™‚

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