was listening to my words but did not want
to admit them to be true. For a moment, a
look of melancholy came over his ashamed
face.
"It just drives you crazy that you
know you could turn your life around, but
you haven't done it! You know you are not
doing the Will of God!" At that moment, he
turned to look me in the face for just a
moment. His gaze was uncertain, for he had
chosen the evil path he wanted to walk, but
he knew that the choice he had made was
wrong, and he knew... he just knew. At that
moment, he decided to change his plea.
Without any further adieu, my spirit
disappeared and was gone.
After a series of very violent attacks
against strangers in another city, I was given
to witness in the astral state the nature of the
perpetrator. Portrayed as an envoy of Satan,
this person was spreading evil and mayhem
in such a manner as to make it seem as
though it might never end or be salvageable.
As I gazed upon the sad state that
had been caused by this evil soul harboring
no brilliant thoughts as to how to solve it, I
suddenly witnessed something of