After spending some time meditating in both the King's and Queen's Chambers, Patrick left the Pyramids to prepare to come back the next day. He began fasting and returned to the Pyramid the next morning with a bag packed with what he would need for spending the night. He went directly to the tunnel and when no one was looking, started to crawl into it. The tunnel was quite narrow and tilted upward. Patrick soon found himself in a small carved-out room just above the King's Chamber where he spent the entire day peacefully meditating.

After the pyramid emptied of tourists and was locked for the night, Patrick came out of his hiding place and with a flashlight in hand, proceeded to the King's Chamber. He made his way to the granite sarcophagus, discovering that when he bumped its side, it resounded like a very deep gong. He stepped into the sarcophagus and lay down on the stone base.

As Patrick attempted to quiet himself, he heard a buzzing sound. Soon he recognized the buzz as mosquitos and found that his feet, arms and face were the eventuality, he remembered packing toilet paper "mummy" lying in the sarcophagus. Safe from the mosquitos, Patrick was now able to become quiet and started to meditate.

In a short wile, Patrick began hearing thumping sounds that seemed to be footsteps coming up from the grand gallery. The sound kept getting closer, and he knew he had to stay where he was to avoid detection. No one turned the lights on, and Patrick soon realized this was because the sound was likely not human. This realization was so penetrating that waves of fear came over his body, almost overwhelming him. Though he had been in dangerous situations before, this fear was different and was not going away.

A presence then entered the room and the thumping sound now pulsated throughout the Chamber. As Patrick looked into the darkness, a swirling pattern of electric blue light appeared and hovered over him. Something inside told him this was why he had come, and he went deep within his fear, reassuring himself not to be afraid.

Patrick thought, "Do what you have to do", and at that very instant, the light descended into his heart. For a moment, there was total silence, and Patrick wondered of he was still alive. Yet his heart felt so expansive, and the sound now coming from inside of it was identical to the one that had been in the Chamber. Patrick spent the rest of the night in a state of peaceful bliss, meditating on the electric blue energy in his heart as it swirled in an infinity or figure-eight pattern.

In the morning, Patrick returned through the tunnel to his hiding place before the Pyramid opened for the day. He meditated there until he felt it was time to come out and join with a group of tourists leaving the Pyramid. Patrick noticed he was covered in a glimmering white powder and brushed off as much as he could. As he was exiting, he could hear the guards yelling at him to come back because they realized he had spent the night inside. Patrick understood their language and pretended not to hear them. As luck would have it, a bus was just pulling away. He jumped on it and it took him right to his hotel.

Once he was safely back in his room, Patrick looked at himself in the mirror, and for the first time realized the white glistening powder was blanketing him from head to toe just as if someone had dropped a large bag .. of flour on him. He later learned that this powder is known to be in the pyramids and is used in India to promote healing and spiritual powers. In the West, some call it white gold and use it to heighten a person's spiritual vibrations.