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Levitation – Dr. Michael Grosso #27

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Michael Grosso, author of "The Man Who Could Fly".

Dr. Michael Grosso, author of “The Man Who Could Fly, St. Joseph of Copertino and the Mystery of Levitation”

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Levitation, particularly unaided human flight, has been a fascination of many individuals since the advent of human history. In this episode of “Shattered Reality Podcast”, Kate Valentine and Fahrusha seek to uncover information about the secrets and reality of this ever mysterious, ever elusive ability, with the able help of Dr. Michael Grosso, author of The Man Who Could Fly.

St. Joseph of Copertino, the subject of the book, was an uneducated and poor man who lived in the 17th Century in Italy. He became a Franciscan friar and during the course of his devotions experienced spiritual ecstasy causing him to levitate. This levitation was beyond his control. It was witnessed by thousands of people during his lifetime and happened hundreds of times in different locations around southern Italy.

Dr. Michael Grosso has taught humanities and philosophy at Marymount Manhattan College, City University of New York, and New Jersey City University. He is affiliated with the Division of Perceptual Studies at the University of Virginia. His other books include The Final Choice: Playing the Survival Game (1985); Frontiers of the Soul: Exploring Psychic Evolution (1992), The Millennium Myth: Love and Death at the End of Time (1995), Soulmaking: Uncommon Paths to Self-Understanding (1997), and Experiencing the Next World Now (2004).

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3 thoughts on “Levitation – Dr. Michael Grosso #27

  1. Fahrusha’s note: I have transferred this comment from our other website because it is so interesting! I am not the author.

    I have so much to say about some of these topics, but not tonight. Padre Pio was also fascinating, as were many of the stigmatics. Somewhere, I have a relatively rare book (whose name I forget) about recent and living stigmatics. They are often very ill most of their lives. Kundalini makes one feel sick. You can’t do heavy work of any sort, or tolerate emotional upsets.

    There is also a phenomenon known as ‘invisible stigmata’ which is caused by there being chakras at the exact points where the ‘wounds’ appear–you can have extreme pain and burning but no wound appears. This is a common part of Kundalini. A particular kind of breathwork is needed to work with Kundalini, so yes, pranayama is the ‘secret.’

    To get into the hypnogogic state he speaks of, I used to sleep sitting up, and set the alarm to wake me every two hours, if that wasn’t sufficient to induce a light sleep. But you should work through opening the heart chakra first, as there all your emotional issues are stored. You want to clean them out as much as possible. Eventually, I reached a state where sleep and awake was the same. Very ecstatic! Very full of information. But lost it, when I got so ill. Others mention the same thing happened–they had a major illness and it ended that state. Perhaps it is just a stage. I don’t know since I never could find anyone to discuss it with.

    However, that is the ‘end point’ of a great deal of work. I don’t know how one could spend so many hours meditating, fasting and using sleep deprivation, along with ‘Dark Retreats’ as the Tibetans call this staying in a dark room day and night unless you live by yourself. I had to stop working for about six months, but entered that final state (of that stage at least) while working.

    It was quite a trip, going to work on psych wards in such a glorified state. I was at a better hospital, then, and had a nice drive along the river and park. I used to see gold sparks–sort of hard to describe–raining down all the time. It seemed to me the birds sang just for me, songs I taught them. The flowers sent their perfume out as gifts. Everything became one long synchronicity. (Speaking of trips, I highly recommend using Tim Leary’s Psychdelic Book of the Dead as the ultimate guide.)

    One evening I was talking to the aides at the end of the shift, and somehow we got on the topic of spontaneous human combustion, when they started laughing uproariously, shouting, ‘Nurse, you on fire!”

    I looked down to see smoke pouring out of my right front pants pocket. We were all laughing so hard, I could not move to do anything. Finally, I felt a burning sensation and hoped I wouldn’t have to disrobe! It turned out the spare AA battery I had in my pocket for my Walkman had made contact with my change and I had, indeed, set my pants on fire!

    But what are the odds of that?

    Another time, the aides made a mistake and all went out to take the pts off ward to smoke–smoking is a Big Deal with psych pts. I was left to watch maybe a half dozen, and was in my tiny med closet, about the size of a small clothes closet, with my cart, stocking it for the 5pm med run when a pt came up to the door. I hadn’t been there that long and wasn’t familiar with her. At first she seemed OK, had a silly grin, talked about nonsense, then suddenly said, ‘You know, I could kill you.”

    It was clear she meant it, and I had nowhere to retreat, no weapon, no phone. She had carefully chosen her moment. I thought, hmmm. what can do? I don’t want to fight her, so I just said, very persuasively, “Oh, I know you don’t really want to do that.”

    She said, “I don’t?

    I said, ‘I can tell, you are just really sad. You’d rather have a hug.”

    To my shock, she began sobbing and agreed, she was terribly sad and wanted a hug. Somewhat dubiously, I squeezed past my cart and hugged her–a bear hug in which I had her arms pinned–although she didn’t notice. She wept and wept, until my shirt was soaked and I put a towel over my shoulder. We went and sat on the sofa. I continued hugging her, telling her I loved her. The rest of the crew and pts came back. The aids immediately came over, looking worried. One said, ‘Nurse, we didn’t know you were up here alone with her.”

    I told him it was all right. We were having a nice talk, not to disturb us. That woman must have cried for an hour, then she sat up straight, the crazy look gone, and said. “I’m fine now. I don’t need to be here anymore. I’m going to call my family and go home.”

    Which she did! I learned, after they picked her up, she was a chronic patient ‘well-known’ to the staff and extremely violent. She never returned there as a patient, to my knowledge.

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  2. Fabulous guest and topic, thanks! BUT, you seem to no longer have any way to simply download the audio files listed here. Your current player doesn’t apparently offer that option, nor are there any obvious links to do so; fix, please? I want to take this with me, not be chained to my desktop to listen. Thanks again:)

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  3. Thank you. Are you on a Mac or PC? Do you have an RSS feed? I admit I am not up to speed entirely on the technical aspects. We are now also on Stitcher Radio. You can probably subscribe on that.

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