"I opened the garage door, and as I
mounted the stairs to Mrs. Wood's flat I seemed to hear voices.
She must have a visitor, I thought, but I needed to find
Chester, so I knocked on the door and waited. The voices inside
ceased, and the door was opened. Mrs. Wood appeared, but
as I looked past her to the figure of a man seated
beside
the window she faded into insignificance. I knew nothing about
vibrations, auras and the like, but such power radiated from
this person that I had the distinct feeling of a fire burning
brightly.
I was awed. My eyes were drawn to
and met his, which were somehow long and narrow, piercing
without being large, calm and still with a hint of amusement in
them. Although he remained seated, my impression was of a short,
stocky man with a shaven head and wearing a greying beard. His
expression was unreadable. He wore a black suit with a pink
shirt and black bow tie. All this I took in in a matter of
seconds. He was unusual. I had never encountered anyone with
such a presence.
What happened next was at the time completely inexplicable to
me, but since then I have read of similar cases; only a few
weeks ago I read an account by Sybille Bedford of a
person's first meeting with a psychic in which she mentions the
feeling of receiving an electric shock. As this man looked at
me, I experienced something utterly strange. I felt his eyes
boring into my very soul, into the being, the self I did not
expose, almost did not know or recognize so used was I to
covering up, to pretending, to denying.
It was as though I was standing
there with my soul stark naked, no pretense, no protection. I
had never experienced anything like it before, and never have
since. Then I became aware of an awesome tingling all over my
body, as though I indeed was receiving an enormous electric
shock, and I seemed to be looking at myself from a distance,
from above, and I was aware, did not actually hear, but was
aware of the knowledge that this was momentous for me, this was
a unique chance, take it or leave it. The whole sensation could
not have lasted more than a minute perhaps, but a minute can
represent a lifetime.
Then the man spoke..."