A dancer met a man at a club when she suddenly became frightened by his presence as if he was pure evil and not human. She has never forgotten the shocking incident.
The following account was forwarded to me by a colleague in British Columbia. The subject of the story is a friend of theirs:
"I was a dancer for 13 years and used to travel around western Canada. I was working in a town called Williams Lake with a friend. I was on stage Monday afternoon doing my first show when I noticed a guy sitting in a booth back a little from the stage.
I don't think I will do this description justice, but he was gorgeous. I mean Botticelli Angel, move over Brad Pitt gorgeous. Blond curls and intense blue eyes. In my entire dancing career, I was always in a long-term relationship and never stepped outside of it. I was never even tempted. But this man was everything I found tempting in one package.
He threw some money onto the stage, and I gave him a poster. After my show, I went over to sign it. Because it was a booth, I slipped in beside him and started signing the poster when he looked at me intensely and said, "What do you think of me?"
I turned to face him fully like my veins were suddenly full of ice water. I could feel almost an instant cord develop between us and all my energy pulled through it. The worst, though, was being this close. I was able to look deep into his blue eyes, and there was nothing there. I mean nothing, no soul. They were empty and terrifying.
I remember I stuttered in fear when I answered him. "Honestly, you terrify me. You are cold, and I am looking into your eyes, and I don't see a soul. I am not even sure you are a human being."
He was looking at me with those terrible empty eyes when he said, " I am trying to learn to be human." That actually is when it gets worse. As soon as he said that, I was thrust into a vision. As I was no longer seeing the bar or him, instead I was looking down at what appeared to be my hands, except they were strong square hands that belonged to a man, and those hands/my hands were choking the life out of people while "I" looked in their eyes. The faces kept changing under my hands, and I can still remember some of them to this day.
There the vision ended and I was still sitting at the booth with this man and he was staring at me so intensely that I am certain he knew what I had seen. I mumbled, " I can't help you with that," in response to his earlier comment about trying to learn to be human, and got up shakily from the table.
My friend came over and asked if I was OK because I must have been white as a sheet. I muttered I was OK but shaken and she commented that he really spooked her and she had only spoken to him briefly but he scared her.
We were there working for the week. He came in Tuesday and Wednesday but never spoke to either of us again, just sat and stared. I can't say for sure what this man was, only that he wasn't a man as human.
In my years I have sadly met some of the worst in society, killers and child predators. These people are evil and twisted but even so when you look into their eyes there is a spark of something that shows they are human. Whatever we encountered in Williams Lake was missing this." P
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