“There was a praying mantis being and light-filled room. I remember the
being slowly coming around the corner and facing me. He stood very still
and simply waited, as if he knew how frightening he appeared to me.
Eventually he began to talk to me, although as yet, I do not have any
what was said. He seemed to possess a great deal of dignity and gave the
impression of being quite old.
“After he finished saying whatever he had to say, I turned around and he walked me to this room (filled with dense light). The memory ends with me about to enter the room and the thought, ‘Translated into the Light.’ Whatever that means, it has to do with what happened.”