Babaji: they don’t know what else you did, that they don’t know.

 I told everyone everything.

Babaji: you okay?

Is there something you tell Eben I don’t know about ?

Babaji: you type the words.

I cannot breath ...you put stuffs in the words.

Babaji: relax, you gonna feel fine.

I feel I drank something down I am fading /fainting, you poison me with the words?

Babaji: you should just listening to my voice and go to sleep, you cannot fight over this.