“Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses…”
I’m the last person on earth to believe in the supernatural, especially when it comes to religious phenomenons such as spirit possession. Hell, I don’t even believe in God, so how could I believe that a person can be inhabited by a spirit, a piece of God, who acts as a portal between our world and the spiritual one. That’s why what I witnessed, two spirit possessions during Kalachakra, was so incredibly confusing and astounding to me.
The Wandering Nomads 