I can only tell you of the perils of what was shown and yes, as we walked he spoke of the seeds of hatred and death, ingratitude, discouragement, despair and anger. ” I listened to his voice, it had a strange accent, a beautiful simplicity and a power within it, it held a radiance of truth. He spoke of lessons to be learned that currently bear directly upon our time and our society. He did not wish anything or judge anything it was just shown to me as we trod the three paths, which lead to life, death and peace. I saw the destiny of ourselves raised upon these paths. I watched the suffering, the agony and the iniquities that lie ahead in the tissues of mankind’s history. I asked him the question “to what purpose do you show me this” and he replied “so many centuries lead to this. I know whence I come and I know where I go as you will do”. The path currently being trod portrayed the coming war. I heard the cries, the groaning of humanity and felt the agony. Real force and real action will not lay the foundation for peace but create an illusion built on an edifice of sand. We are passing through a time of grave crisis, a time we cannot escape for we have already selected our path.

What was seen was only visible to myself. Do I take what was seen as an act of faith? There is no way that I can prove what happened to me. I grasped something invisible. I feel my description is miserable. There are things which cannot be fully expressed! I feel my words are powerless; my impressions inadequate. How can I explain the unknown to you? It leaves within myself an ironical echo ….