The first thing that comes is the feeling I had, of which I wrote a poetry.
This story was not a dreamwalking, but a vision of a potential for a soul.
The teacher was spectacular and we were all aware that we were moving energies. Indeed, many of the participants began to "feel bad": a flu or an energetic fever came to clean everything we were releasing.
Then, on the penultimate day, looking at this extraordinary man, an image of peace came to me. And as usual, I immediately wrotea poem and, when I was able to do so, I read it to him.
I spoke of an atmosphere of peace, lack of drama or without human emotions: only an incredible, endless, silent and sweet universe full of very far stars.
And as usual, I tried to put the energies I felt in my words.
At the end of poem, that sweet man looked at me and thanked me. And I gave the poem to him.
Actually, I thought he didn't understand much and that my English wasn't clear enough.
Instead, something happened the day after.
Suddenly, that man fell ill and from the workshop went directly to the hospital.
After a year, he passed away.
My feeling is that, for some reason, he'd wait for confirmation that everything would go well after leaving his body. And that, perhaps, that sense of peace in that universe was the answer he was expecting.
Once that in the inner space, everything seems ok, the human side leaves control and allows the soul to act.