My mind plays tricks with me. It wants to avoid cruelty. When in a series of memories ‘I’ was about to get tortured in some dungeon in old Greece, my memory went on blank and I felt that particular rush in real life that my I was about to leave my body. In other series of flashes, I saw cruel things drawn on paper. I am still puzzled with that drawing of cut off arms. It was called: the arms of the lovers. It was not just a flash, I was given time to see and understand. Or, I’ve seen such a beautiful scene seen through the eyes of a native American on a horse. His people were moving with all their belongings. They went slow. It was a great open area and he rushed with his horse. It was beautiful to watch the colors of the sky, the dust clouds. He was guarding their travell against a distance. At the moment of his death, he was in a fight. I guess in a war with another tribe. The man who killed him had a painted face. I saw the last seconds as a drawing and moving like a cartoon movie. My skull was split in two.