It was like nothing had happened. I was running home, stuck under the thumb of the rulers. I couldn’t take it in the hospital anymore. I had already spent enough time in hell. But it wasn’t over. I still had much life to live. I’m not going down. I will stay to see what love is and the beautiful life on earth. The thing is, once you are in that state, it’s almost impossible to come out of it. But, in a way, it also excited me as I valued every experience as a life lesson and to have a particular meaning, even being in hell. Without many of those experiences, I wouldn’t love my life so much, nor the world of nature. It was very intense, though. Hard to compare with anything in everyday life. It’s like living in an intense dream, a dream that never stops.
A Dream too intense
I thought I saw lucifer. Then, in a flash, he showed himself in a shadow. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I had already thought Satan was inside me (which is a story for another time). The feeling lucifer gave me was a deep burning and chill feeling, cold and hot, at the same time. It was mighty. I was terrified I had a fallen angel against me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there mesmerized by the wall—trying desperately to feel better. Could I escape that burning? It seemed too hard
for me.