The incident that happened to Patrick Flannagan and Eve Bruce was not the only one of its kind. The things that take place in the pyramid do not follow a set plot and are in some astonishing manner connected with the individual nature of each person and what prompts them to spend the night in the Great Pyramid.

Everything that has taken place in the pyramid over its thousands of years of existence has left its informational mark in the pyramid's structure. Therefore a person who happens to be in the pyramid at the right time (determined by the activation of the "Source") can become a witness to astonishing events as he or she taps into the "information hologram" - the database outside of time that is a part of the Noosphere.

Here is the account of the experience of Paul Branton, a British journalist popular in the 1930s, who decided to spend a night in the Great Pyramid.

"I do not know exactly how much time passed since then, but suddenly I sensed the presence in the room of a new being that radiated a barely noticeable glittering light that in some incomprehensible manner lit up the space around them...

..."It approached me, coming between me and the marble sarcophagus. I looked into its face and saw before me a very, very old man.

"'Today you are to enter the Chamber of Knowledge,' he stated dispassionately. 'You should lie on this stone! In former times it would have taken place there, on a bed of papyrus.' And he pointed to the stone sarcophagus.

"Without even bothering to think over what I had heard, I immediately obeyed the mysterious visitor and stretched out, face upwards, on the surface of the stone.

"What happened right after that, I still do not understand. All my muscles tensed, after which my body began to be gripped by a strange paralysing lethargy. My limbs began to grow heavy and stiff. At first cold gripped my feet. It was as if someone had frozen them. Gradually the weird numbness reached my knees, but it did not stop there, going on to embrace my entire body. It was as if I had fallen waist-deep into a snowdrift while ascending some mountain peak. I lost all sensation in my legs.

"I began to drift into oblivion and a vague presentiment of approaching death crept into my mind. But I was not afraid as I had long since managed to free myself from the primitive fear of death and now regarded its inevitability with philosophical calm.

"By now the weird cold had already gripped my spine. My breathing became ever weaker and I myself seemed to begin dropping down somewhere into the depths of consciousness, into some central point of my own brain.

"When, however, the cold reached my chest, having practically paralysed my whole body, I felt something similar to a heart-attack. And although it soon passed, I guessed that the worst moment still lay ahead.

"An astonishingly absurd thought came into my head and if my petrified jaw had been able to move, it might even have made me laugh out loud. This is what I thought:

"In the morning my corpse will be found in the pyramid and that will be the end of all my occult searchings."

"I have no doubt that all my sensations were evoked by the transition of my own soul from physical life to a posthumous state.

"But although I knew that I was feeling the approach of death, I did not even think of resisting.

"Finally, the moment came when all my concentrated awareness was focussed solely in my head and its last desperate flares gradually extinguished in the depths of the brain. It seemed to me as if I was picked up by a powerful tropical hurricane and dragged somewhere upwards along a narrow corridor. Then came a frighteningly unexpected emergence into endless space and - I had attained Freedom!

"There are no words to describe that serene state of lightness in which I found myself. I had turned into a mental being consisting solely of thoughts and sensations and entirely free of the burdensome weight of physical flesh that had hitherto encumbered me. I cast off my earthly body like a ghost, like a dead man rising from the grave, but my consciousness did not suffer one iota on that account. On the contrary, I began to sense the reality of my existence more clearly than before. Most importantly, though, after my exodus from the physical world, in that unknown dimension in which I now found myself I acquired a sense of boundless and most serene freedom.

"At first I felt that I continued lying horizontally on my back like the body I had just left, only raised a little above my stone couch. Then it seemed to me that someone's invisible hand, slightly pushing me forward returned me to a vertical position, and I was able to stand on my feet again. Finally I was left with the strange mixed sensation that I was standing and lying at the same time.

"I looked down and saw my abandoned body, still stretched out motionless on the surface of the block of stone. I saw the upturned impassive face: the eyes were half-closed, but the pupils shining beneath the lids indicated that perhaps I continued to gaze attentively into the darkness. The arms were crossed over the chest, although I remembered with certainty that I had left them stretched out alongside my body. The legs remained stretched out and pressed tightly together. I reminded myself of a corpse, a dead form that the soul had already left.

"I noticed that now I a barely visible silvery glow was coming off me - off the new me, shining directly onto the lifeless being that rested on the stone couch below. That was amazing, but even more amazing was the fact that the glow of this mysterious psychic umbilical cord I had noticed lit up the part of the King's Chamber above which I was now floating. I could even make out separate stones in the wall, as if by moonlight.

"I had turned into a ghost, a disembodied being suspended in space and I understood at last why in their hieroglyphic inscriptions those wise Ancient Egyptians depicted the liberated human soul in the form of a bird. I felt that now I could embrace a far greater volume of space and move within it far more freely as if wings had sprouted from my back. I rose into the air and hung above my abandoned body just like a bird rises into the sky and then circles above its nest. What of the sense of a great emptiness surrounding me? It would undoubtedly be hard to find a more fitting image for this state than a bird.

"Yes, I soared upwards, having freed the soul from mortal bonds. Dividing into two visually identical parts, I left the world to which I was accustomed. In my new tele-double I felt an exceptional lightness, the ethereality of my new nature. Looking down at the cold stone on which my body was stretched out, I suddenly grasped one important thing that long possessed me and I silently said to myself:

"This is the state of death. And now I know that I am a spirit and that I can exist separately from the body. I will always remember that, because I saw it all with my own (albeit non-physical) eyes."

"That revelation stuck in my mind all the time that i spent in a state of weightlessness above my own emptied material shell. I proved to myself the reality of immortality by what I consider the most reliable method - I simply died and then rose again! I continued to look at the horizontal remains I had left and did not cease to be amazed: is that empty shell really what for many years I believed to be me? In actual fact my body was only a prison in which the real me was incarcerated, but now I had broken free. From time to time I was born on this planet thanks to the latest in a succession of physical organisms that I mistakenly long perceived as my true, chief self.

"Unexpectedly the same old priest appeared alongside me, serious and sober as before. Raising his eyes he declaimed:

— "O Amon, o Amon who art in Heaven, turn your countenance on the dead body of your son and take him to you into the world of the spirit. Let it be so.' And then he addressed me:

— "Now you have learned this great lesson. A person cannot die, because his soul is born of Immortality.

— "The secret of the Great Pyramid is the secret of your own essence. Therein lies the lesson of the Great Pyramid, that each person should try to penetrate inside himself, to reach the unknown focus of his own being and find in it his soul, attain the invisible depths of his own temple and discover for himself its innermost secrets. Farewell!'

"At that point my thoughts were swept up in some unknown maelstrom that seized me. It seemed to be sucking me down, forcing me to descend lower and lower. I was gripped by a strange numbness and I felt myself sinking back into my physical body. I exerted all my will, trying to budge the frozen muscles, but to no avail and finally - I lost consciousness."