Looking at the Kellar poster on levitation unlocks memories!
Back when I was 15 or 16 and my cousin J a little older, she introduced me to Lobsang Rampa.
J was holidaying with me and sharing my room.
We hardly slept during that period — we shared so much, loved being together and would talk all night. Mostly about art, writers, ideas — and the occult.
So it was that I came to know about Lobsang Rampa and learnt to levitate — or astral travel as he called it.
We practised every night, and I distinctly remember on the first night looking down at my body from near the ceiling.
From there it was just a matter of training, confidence and mindset.
Eventually I was able to travel as far as to Yorkshire by night and be back in my bed before Mum yelled at me to “Get up”.
Cloggo can testify that he has seen me around his parts many times, and nothing he writes is made up.
J and me not levitating on this particular occasion, but dressed up as “white Russians” (apologies to any white Russians viewing this — we inherited a warped sense of humour along with levitation abilities)

