Joking aside, I am personally stunned by Bobby’s experience because it replicates, in near-perfect phenomenological detail, what happened to me in one early morning in Calcutta in November 1989. Unlike Bobby, though, the results of what I call “that Night” were more than a blood-pressure reading. The result was a lifetime of scholarship (including this book). I saw no such insectoid entity in that literally shocking event (I initially thought I was being electrocuted), even if Kali, literally the “Black One,” the Hindu Tantric goddess I was trying to understand at that time, is sometimes
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