A train arrives in my living room and Jeff steps off. He had been in California playing some exotic type of ball game. He looked very handsome and wore dark glasses with a deep red shirt. When asked, he said he had been victorious, that they had won their game. “But, did you have fun?” I and another asked in conjunction. Like a cute little boy, he nodded emphatically, taking his dark glasses off. Very gradually his face began to morph. I said “ Jeff, you have such Middle-Eastern features” and he says, “That’s because I’m from the Middle East.” Then he told me that there were only three true Kundalini schools in this epoch: one in Brazil, in India, and (can’t recall the other). The one in India is the only remaining Kundalini School. The other two have moved into the internal planes to prepare for the destruction of our world. “I am going to the Indian school” he said. By now he had turned completely into a Middle Eastern man. He pointed his right hand upward briefly. I wanted with my whole Being to accompany him to the school in India.
True Kundalini Schools