I'm not afraid to admit, though many will pot label of crazy on me, (it's just Training)
that I saw a man who turned his face into a wolf and he growled when I got in his way.
In full day, in the city. It's true that we were just two on the street and the transformation
lasted for a maximum of 3 seconds. After doing this,he fled away, though he seemed a
60 year old person.
There was not a total transformation, with hair and teeth, sharp ears, but the eyes became
of an animal, the face gained a somewhat elongated shape, and what gave the impression
of wolf was the nose. He did not have the black, round, wolf at the end of the human,
but the skin was incremented exactly like an irritated wolf. It was as if the man had
benefited from a face-painting, but the colors were 3 D. I thought that if I had a
hallucination I would have “seen” a werewolf just like TV, not a scientific thing, a
possible transformation, not defying biology.
In fact, I have heard such reports from other people, confessed in great secrecy, for fear
of being abnormal. From what I've read and heard, foolish accounts have other themes
and they are bombastic, complete, spectacular. Me too when I read one, another I don't
trust them...For example, I told you about telepathy, how many do not believe that you
have to be crazy to think it exists...but there are countless scientific tests that confirm it.
I assure you it's something perfectly real...I never communicated with thoughts, like a
conversation, but for the rest I had exchanges of ideas and images with some people.
Probably will not believe many of the benevolent ...do you want to do a test? I will do it.
What I'm telling you now, like anything I've said here, does not have any exaggeration,
not to mention any lie.
I'm resuming...two days after a wolf face growled at me, my father died.
He made a heart-attack, he was resuscitated , taken to hospital , 3 weeks in a coma or
backed by
appliances, something like... and the rest of the family hopes to be back. Not me,
because during the night (the heart-attack was at lunch time) I had a dream about him.
He was wearing some clothes he liked a lot , but he didn't have them tens of years from
now, I remembered them. He looked at me somewhat resigned, but without a trace of
regret, even a little good mood.
- It's over. Never mind, don't be upset.
In a somewhat neutral tone, not to make me sad more than that. He disappeared into
nothingness, that was all. On the bier, catafalque he seemed smiling, not just because of