Guest guest Posted April 7, 2002 Report Share Posted April 7, 2002 Suddenly, his eyes emitted light, spat fire, and when he looked at me, his look went straight into me, physically into my chest. The heart centre, very often felt in his presence, began to get warm, became hot like fire, and then started to spark as if an electric machine were installed next to my heart. I sat straight as a needle, my eyes glued to his drilling fire-look. "Kill me," I prayed... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walter Keers: Light Itself, Blazing Light in: First Meetings, p. 58 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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