It was this magical moment once again. I saw his face, suddenly changing and his eyes starting to shine with strange, unfamiliar and almost manic fire.
His body was flooded by mysterious divine vibration. Everything around him changed. He knew what he had to do.
He rushed as if that feeling that fulfilled his mind and body, that pleasant tension and vertigo could fade as suddenly as it appeared.
His desk was always made up for work so that none of this magical fulfilling moment would be wasted.
I watched him.
I saw his hands, skilfully but gently and gracefully soaking pen in ink and casting unfamiliar and mysterious symbols on paper.
It was a script, a holy language that belonged to angels, god or even satan himself.
Now they were speaking through him.
Now he was speaking through them.
I watched him.
He was writing carefully and meticulously. Everything around him melted and dissolved and in that moment, nothing in this world mattered.
He was in his place. His element. He was doing what he was made for. He was fulfilling his purpose.
He had a gift, he was blessed and cursed at the same time and his forehead was marked by God himself before he came to this gloomy world.
He had a purpose and it wasn't questionable.
I watched him.
I saw impatience on his face dissapear. Now he was focused and calm.
He was in a trance, at that very moment it wasn't even him anymore, it was something more than just and ordinary mortal human being.
You could see his hands placing codes, symbols and signs on paper, but it wasn't them doing the work.
This man worked with his soul.
He had a remarkable ability to open it up. His soul was merged with the Universe, it was opened up to all goodness and all evil,
to all higher powers and all mystical creatures, to all beauty and to every element of nature. It was open to every single prayer and curse that was ever shouted or whispered.
His heart and soul were united. His hands were a tool for this sacred transmission.
He didn't belong to this world.
Now he belonged to the world of gods, goddesses and nymphs.
He was the witness of it.
And right there, just right before my eyes, there was the testimony of eternity.
Infinity.
The perception of soul that mind is incapable of.
I saw him as a bridge connecting separate worlds and it was happening right in front of me.
I was standing on the edge of perceiving the eternity.
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