Told that she made 'unconscious
incantations to Beelzebub just by the nature
of her thought processes,' I was shocked. She
was not aware of this. The fourth stood
alone, the darkest of all of them, a consumer
of children, who stood as a mere shell of the
human he had once had the chance to be,
and lowered his head in shame. But he was
not given permission to reveal his full status,
yet, for to see such evil at this time, would be
too much for my soul to bear.
In a flash, I was sitting in the center
of a small living room. The Dalai Lama
came and sat down on the floor, attempting
to teach the members of this family.
Showing them pictures of transformations in
progress, he tried to make them understand
what they must do to purify themselves and
deliver themselves from darkness. Rudely
shouting, they screamed. "We are not what
you say we are!" Displaying irritation, the
Dalai Lama was completely in control of his
emotions despite their total disrespect of all
that is sacred. But I couldn't stand to see
such a holy man be treated in this manner,
"How dare you speak that way to one of
God's holy men!" I shouted. Raising his
hand to me, the Dalai Lama motioned me to
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