The Great Encounter

- 71 - THE GREAT INVENTIONS YOU HAVE PRODUCED IN THIS WORLD HAVE RESULTED IN AN ENORMOUS ADVANCEMENT IN THE FIELD OF TECH- NOLOGY. WITH THE HELP OF THIS TECHNOLOGY AND SCIENCE, YOU HAVE GREAT POWERS WITHIN YOUR GRASP. THIS POWER ALLOWS YOU TO DOMINATE THE MASSES AND IT IS COMPLETELY UNIM- PORTANT WHETHER A FEW MILLION PEOPLE LESS LIVE ON THIS EARTH. BECAUSE MAN CANNOT DIE MENTALLY AND BECAUSE MAN’S SOUL IS IMMORTAL, IT DOESN’T MATTER ONE IOTA WHETHER A FEW MIL- LION PEOPLE DIE TODAY DUE TO THIS TECHNOLOGY OR WHETHER JUST AS MANY PEOPLE DIE TOMORROW DUE TO THIS TECHNOLOGY. WHAT IS OF IMPORTANCE ABOVE EVERYTHING ELSE IS THAT PRO- GRESS ISN’T HINDERED AND THAT TECHNOLOGY AND SCIENCE DOM- INATE THE WORLD.” I suddenly heard a deep SIGH - and at the same instance I knew instinctively that I had once again made the wrong connection ! - The frankincense was cleverly falsified ! - The devil with the help of his organisation had falsified it. As I only just now realised, he could also produce miracles, the difference being that they weren’t quite perfect. From that moment on I had a feeling that the scent of flowers and frankincense were not going to be much use to me. I wanted to give up. There was now nothing to rely on anymore, because I thought it impossible that from now on, I would ever be able to tell the difference between the nuances. It was driving me insane! From that moment on I wanted to switch off my inspiration altogether. I resisted it with all my available energy, but it was impossible ! I just couldn’t get rid of my supernatural connection. My so-called sixth sense was switched on and I didn’t know what I had to do to switch this sense off. My angel said … - I didn’t want to hear him. The devil said… - I was mentally resisting it. I visited an amusement park. Even in the midst of all the noisiness of all these loudspeakers my INNER VOICE continuously talked to me. Everything was in vain. - Once I stood next to a compressor that had a number of jackhammers attached to it. But this thundering racket that made my eardrums hurt was not able to switch off the mental content of my thought voice. I was lost, because I was possessed. - Possession could be nothing else but the impossibility to switch off or discard the supernatural IN- TELLIGENCE. I had hardly gone to bed when the spirits attacked me. Not just one voice or two, no, many voices ! I was filled with desperation and condemned to listen to the conversation between them. A genuine conflict developed; an insane back and forth of various opinions. And if they didn’t know how to continue, they asked me. Because I wanted to remain faithful to the positive with my answers, a voice yelled at me:

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