Chapter 22: Sanhedrin Secrets
That’s when the dream swiftly set in, causing me to fall back steadily, arms held outward in apprehension. I felt far blinder, yet more alert, than I had ever felt, in any of my astral travels, to begin…
With a quick puff of smoke, the tormented sanctuary turned halfway into a classroom setting, partly into a surrealist sort of gazebo. Both scenes twisted and turned and became quite mottled, so that I could no longer discern one from the other. I felt very much in touch with reality, even more so than was typical for me – and yet, something tugged at my silver cord, my third eye, my central locus of control, causing all sorts of sicknesses to arise from deep within, thickened nausea spreading all throughout my body.
“Please…” I cried helplessly, begging to God or Goddess, to give me one last act of mercy, in spite of all my forms of disobedience.