In the span of a few seconds, or maybe hours, time was no more what it seemed to be. Suddenly a great many things to see appeared: shapes, bright and dark ethereal masses, spirits, ghosts and their shades . . . and then beams of light turning gold in the midst of which golden letters and signs on a huge white holographic page higher than the ceiling. It was suitable to be read by just bringing it closer . . . Then colored flowers in the sky were all around blooming. All was palpitating, pulsing in its own rhythm.
Some experiences in meditation
(Reflections during a night watch in a hospital)
