Mycal: name of the spiritual being (psycan)
Thomas Michael Powell: name of human identity (avatar), now largely dissipated.
Body born: 1949.
Death: planned for about 2033, when mission is finished.

I was born

I was born into a lower middle-class family in Texas in 1949, the eldest of 8 siblings. My father instilled in me a love for books and reading that was to lead many years later to the TIP: Technology for Intelligence-Power. The family religion, strictly imposed by my father, was Roman Catholic and I went to a Catholic elementary school until 8th grade. On graduating at age 12, I went to a seminary to begin studies for priesthood during the four years of high school. However, at graduation, the administrators decided that my personality was unsuitable for the priesthood and ejected me from their seminary system. This was fine with me; I was relieved to be free of repeating same dry rites and rituals over and over again every day. I was later to appreciate the irony of this expulsion from a religion when I became a mystic and started direct contact with Essence.

My SATs in the top 2% qualified me for a National Merit Scholarship and I went to the University of Texas, Austin, for about one and half years, majoring in chemical engineering (I had a scientific bent of mind). However, school was dull; I dropped out and was soon drafted. (This was at the height of the Vietnam war circa 1970). I consciously became an atheist at the University. (University and atheism were not necessarily related events; they just happened at the same time.) However, my atheism lasted for only a year. As I thought more deeply on spirituality, I concluded that I could no more be sure that there was not a God than I could be sure that there was one. So, I finally settled my spiritual qualms in agnosticism.  

During the two years I was in Austin, I had several of what I now know were mystical experiences: enormous expansions of consciousness and identity to become One with everything, accompanied by ecstatic love and joy, and certainty of my immortality and that all in life is perfect. These experiences were similar to the Richard Maurice Bucke experience in the book Cosmic Consciousness and which I quote in the section “Experiences and Trainings”. They were glorious experiences that left me glowing for days and profoundly certain that it would be worth anything to be and feel that way all the time. However, at the time, I had absolutely no idea what those experiences were; I had no frame of reference whatsoever; my Catholic up bring never mentioned mysticism.




In the army, at the height of the Vietnam war, I was stationed in Germany. My army stint was a little less than two years and I enjoyed it; it was a significant learning experience for a young kid from Texas. Back in Texas, I started a small business, and soon had enough income that I did not have to work much. I acquired a nice house, two cars, three airplanes, three motorcycles, and other stuff. I also used the GI Bill to get my professional pilot licenses, and build flight experience. 

Within a couple of years, I became dissatisfied and unhappy with my life. I lived in a good-sized house alone and in charge of the upkeep of all the stuff; I realized that I was little more than a caretaker of material things. Despite outward success and the toys, I was deeply dissatisfied with my comfortable, but empty, life. (This, I would later learn, is part of the Dark Night of the Soul.)

Just at that time– I now know that there are no accidents and no coincidences in life– I read two books:

#1-Cosmic Consciousness by Richard Bucke. [2]described and explained my mystical experiences as natural, evolutionary states; and

#2- The Master Game by Daniel De Ropp, which said that such experiences could be your permanent state of consciousness, and that you could achieve them by working on your being.

Those books electrified me. My mystical experiences had been glorious. It was real to me that such states of consciousness are indeed pearls of great value, and worth any effort to achieve. I decided to make my spiritual evolution my purpose in life. So, with the push of the Dark Night on one side and the pull of heaven on the other, I dropped everything: my business, my social life in Mensa, and all plans. I sold my house and possessions and moved to a secluded cottage, and went into reclusion. I scoured the libraries and bookstores for books on religions, philosophies and mysticism (except Christianity: after four years in a seminary, I had had enough of it). At one point, for about four months, I did not leave my residence except for necessities and more books.

I did little but read, ten to twelve hours a day. Having taken speed-reading courses, I could cover 1 to 4 books a day depending on their length and complexity. I found the Eastern systems (Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Sufism, Zen, etc.) to be the best sources of information on mysticism. (By mysticism, I mean knowledge, but more importantly, experience of levels of being beyond ordinary human perception.) I took courses on different styles of meditation and began to practice it, something I do to this day. I began to watch my diet, eliminating food with chemicals; I found this important to my energy.


I absorbed many, many concepts. I analyzed and cross-referenced information looking for common threads. The names and descriptions in mysticism are myriad: enlightenment, realization, illumination, samadhi, nirvana, Tao, bodhi, kensho, satori, moshka, jnana, ushta, kingdom of heaven, and on and on. I found some concepts common to all religions such as the existence of a divinity, love as the supreme value of life, that man can reach the divine, and that that is wherein lies happiness. I was able to compile a list of the six great concordances of religions (see What Religions have in Common (link)).  

However, the net result of that year of study was pretty much bewilderment. There was just too much disparity; too many contradictions in the different systems of spirituality. What I did achieve was a “probable certainty” that Something existed beyond our human realm, and that man could know It. Also, many concepts were to serve me later when my spiritual practices paid off and I began to have mystical experiences myself. [3] However, for the moment I was confused and stuck.