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I must have been twenty-seven years old when I woke up one morning from a bright light. It was a state in which I was no longer asleep, but also not clearly awake. I was aware that it was something that felt good and familiar and I stayed very quiet. Several times I blinked my eyes to get a clearer picture of what I actually saw. It seemed to be a large luminous silhouette in the shape of a tall person with wings, standing right next to my bed. The radiance of the bright light, which made it difficult for me to keep my eyes open, was the reason why it was impossible for me to give a detailed description of it. It was a magical moment and intuitively I knew that it was characterised by a special transfer. The luminous form, which I only understood much later that it was an angel, used a way of communication that seemed to go far beyond words. It was as if time stood still for a moment.