Clad in our white floor length robes my master and I entered the far end of The Great Hall.
We proceeded toward the opposite side of the hall until we reached the center most point, at which we stopped.
My master then backed off to a position of about 14 feet behind me. I sensed from her that something monumental was about to take place. She smiled and motioned for me to turn and face forward; so I did.
There, at the dais, before me was the most beautiful and majestic entity I had ever seen!
He was pure white light, nearly blinding light, stories and stories tall and shaped like a Christmas tree, wider at the bottom, tapering up toward the top.
For several minutes I stood in quiet awe. Then I sensed that he was anticipating a response from me, I glanced back at my master to see what her direction for me was.
When I saw her, I was astounded by the change in her countenance! She was clothed in radiant light which brightened even more so when she smiled. She bowed her head once to convey that I had met her highest expectations. At the same moment I instantly knew what response the being was waiting for. First, he had sought my response to the sight of him. Next he wanted to know what I thought of him. At that moment, I had no thoughts about him at all, other than those from the visual standpoint. I hadn’t sensed anything about him yet and I wondered if I even would. I decided to give it my best shot.
I turned to face the entity. This time I emptied my mind of all thoughts and emotions. Then I opened myself to receive.
I don’t know how to describe what happened next. One second I felt nothing at all. The next second I felt everything in a single shocking blast, which nearly sent me into sensory overload.
It took a moment or so to readjust to the heightened sensory level. As I was in that process, love, so sweet and so pure began to fill the room.
Note: It has taken me a couple of months just to write just part of this. Hopefully I will have Part 2 completed in a day or so. Even with out all of life's little interruptions, the subject matter that I am covering is very difficult to write about. First of all, anytime I write about this part of my life, I have to "revisit" each account. Writing about the powers of darkness is no picnic either.
