I went forth and forth looking for my grandfather. Wherever I turned though, how many many times I called him – I found nothing and nobody. I knew he was dead, even in my dream, but I hoped to meet him at least there. I climbed up the hill, the grass turned to silver-green waves. I felt so overwhelmed with loss and despair, that I laid down on the grass and flowers and cried. I cried until I felt cleansed, going through catharsis. Standing up I said loudly: “You will still be forever in my heart!”. Later on I saw myself in the mirror, I had a green dress on me, a very long one, and my skirt touched the floor. I passed a dark hall, and I knew I should open the last door on the left. In front of the door I met a girl, I don’t know her in reality, but she asked me about whether I’m any sort of nun, if I wear such a dress. Opening the door, I answered: “I’m a priestess’ ‘.
I entered the spacious, good lighted room with columns and interesting frescos, and kneeled: “Help him and bless him, Amma. Let him be happy”