Behind the President, outside the rings, appeared a shadow. The shadow was black and sinister – an unnatural silence, total, weird, almost terrifying in a way, A strange feeling of impermanence. Time is illusive. It is like a breeze floating quietly and invisibly touching all things gently and imperceptibly And then it was gone, irretrievable. What was seen/sensed - its puzzling vignette from the corner of memory, vivid in itself, but lacking the congruity that would make it completely meaningful remains on the periphery of my mind. There is no doubt I sensed a shadow and the rings. Frustratingly, it only remained a shadow. As hard as I peered at the photograph there is nothing there but that. No real evidence. No confirmation. Just this silent shadow and a deep sense of foreboding. My first reaction had been to dismiss the whole thing, but I feel this exists with complete certainty. An inexplicable message emerged from the photograph of Bush, who was surrounded by three protective rings which cracked and ripped apart but where does it lead - a dead end?

What I have sensed has creates fear within myself. It surfaces to haunt the brain, to lead eyes down corridors of terror, to haunt the senses with the presence of something unknown, which remains just beyond reach. Consciously and on an instinctual level, it goes beyond understanding. A violent vortex on the edge of a whirlpool. Whatever it is, is reaching out through the barriers of time, through the photograph. I cling frantically to the edge of reason. I sense the man's life is threatened. I tell myself he's well protected, but what was seen in his photograph concerns me. It was almost as if death itself stood still. I believe that death stalks this man, but from where or whence this threat will come or if it will succeed and death eventuate I do not know. I feel a deep uneasiness. Fate and destiny reserves the rest. Something is going to happen. Something I can't understand or explain. I can't find the words to explain. I've gone over it in my head a hundred times and I pray to God that I am misreading what was seen.