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I awoke again from a sound sleep – as
with my previously described experience –
more a sense of spirit rising as opposed to actually
getting out of bed; before me, in the darkness, appeared
an old, dilapidated mansion, something
one might expect in a horror story – unable
to resist I found myself walking up the
creaking, wood staircase, then entering the
structure by way of squeaky door. Inside was a long hallway;
as I progressed deeper into the sanctum, to my
right were illuminated, glass enclosures
that I walked by, something someone might expect to
see in a reptile zoo or spider exhibit. Inside were
hideously tortured beings – arms were
attached, extensions of dead, leafless trees;
legs, sunk, welded into solid rock, black and
cold, not a shred of mossy green, not the sense of
anything remotely alive and thriving. They struggled
to free themselves, to no avail. I began hearing,
wailing: "Light! Light like I have never seen
before!" -- followed by crying, a shiver of teeth noshing;
"What do you want with us?", the wailing and
groaning now almost deafening. I replied,
I mean you no harm. Don't even know
why I am here. At the end of the hallway
there was curtain I parted...stepping inside,
only to be startled by a medusa-type-head
sitting on the floor – snakes wreathing from
the top where hair would be. "Paul Lucius
David...do you known this name?" I reassured
her, for I sensed it was woman, that I do not
know this name, nor I am here to harm
you -- the snakes wreathing wildly. "Paul Lucius
David. Do you know this name?" I don't
know who this is. "You will come to know this name" –
and it was morning".

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