‘I am walking to the East, walking towards a conflict; I sense it as a war, a great war pushing westward. I pass many people, many refugees, they are fleeing, heading west. One of these people stops me, he is a religious man, he cries “do not head east, there is great conflict, great misery”, but I must push on, I must continue east, and tell him so. He looks into my eyes and stops; he has fear in his eyes and he screams, “You are Satan–everyone, its Satan, run,” and he backs away looking and accusing. I mean him, or no one any harm, but I must continue my journey and face the conflict. I awake… ‘