"This dog is possessed," he claimed, citing its frequent need to urinate, and its habit of whining when confined alone in the basement. Rama then fed the dog seven hits of LSD. "Look--it's still standing!" he said in an effort to substantiate his claim. Rama placed his hands around the puppy's neck and began to squeeze. Earlier he had claimed that the Evil Forces were trying to get to him through his pets. All of his pets, he complained, became demonically possessed. Now he continued to choke the puppy to the brink of death. Then he scowled at the three women and boasted that he had just used his *willpower* to stop himself from eliminating this "enemy." Through the sleepless night and following morning, Rama repeatedly told the women that the puppy's situation was remarkably similar to their own. He reminded them that they had better confess. "Barbara confessed!" Rama finally snapped. "Barbara has come clean! If you want to study with me in this or in any future lifetime, you had better come clean!" After Rama left the room, memories screamed across horror-fried synapses of Anne's acid-drenched brain: the puppy...he's strangling the puppy...can't breath...it's possessed--EVIL...like us...-- EVIL... like us...five hits of acid...the room...the furniture...me...focus... the Forces...the puppy...he's strangling the..."Anne, I will send you to hell for thousands of lifetimes!"...can't breath..."What you will experience will make AIDS look like fun!"...he, he threatened to kill me..."Cindy, I have a special place for you in hell!"...-- EVIL...li ke me..."Consider your future lives!"...the puppy..."Barbara confessed!"... like me..."Come clean!"...--EVIL..."Confess!"... When Rama returned to the room, the three young women confessed. Weeks later, when the women asked Rama about the health of the puppy, he replied that it had passed on to another world. "Do you know how I did it?" he whispered. "With my *will*." Months later, Rama announced to hundreds of followers: "No, friends, I am not paranoid. In fact, three students recently confessed to me that they had incarnated on earth to destroy my mission." Also in 1986, Rama wrote to followers: "A very close friend of mine, Jack Kukulan, died several weeks ago. I know Jack was a friend to many of you. We will miss him. Jack was the best part of all of us. His tremendous help and economic support of the spread of meditation has benefited many. Jack died a warrior's death." A squat man with dark, curly hair and a sardonic smile, Jack had applied to be a student shortly after Rama's 1982 Berkeley lecture series. He had allowed the Bay Area postering crew to use his house as a base of operation, and seemed willing to help his new spiritual teacher in any way that he could. When Rama closed the San Francisco Centre, Jack sold his house and moved to southern California, where he continued to run an Oakland-based fruit distribution company.