I spoke with you again ... and yet my courage has hit rock bottom ... a grievance seized me to such a degree that the tears wouldn't stop. Help, I was shouting to God, because I was alone and could do so. I seemed like a lost child, broken by the ordeals ... My nerves were in pieces, my resistance was at breaking point, it wasn't easy to stop crying. I hadn't cried that much for a very long time. God hears me, God sees me, and the times are very few when I don't feel His eyes or hear His voice. This was one of those difficult moments ... it is over now ... it's gone.

For the short time that I was able to close my eyes, a white heart appeared as a sign in my third eye ... and in a little while, when I "saw" forests and a carriage speeding down a narrow country lane, I understood that I was seeing an old life of mine, without people in it. It's strange that I sensed danger and I saw the whole carriage disappearing! Does it remind me of my old capabilities? Does it bring the message that appearance and disappearance are the same? By walking the path I will sort it out ...