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Youssef Khalid Al Assad should step her prior to the flight

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Michael F. Baffuto

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Nov 8, 2007, 3:09:20 PM11/8/07
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--
as the priests chanted:
"Oh Spirit of the Visiting Lama, returning here to us,
hasten for the hour of your awakening draws nigh. A
second stick of incense is lit to hasten your return."
As the monk solemnly drew a stick of incense from the
box, the priest recited :
"Oh Spirit of the Visiting Lama, we await to reanimate
and nourish your earthly body. Speed you on your way

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for the hour is at hand, and with your return here another
grade in your education will have been passed. A third
stick of incense is lit at the call of returning."
As the smoke swirled lazily upwards engulfing my astral
form, I shivered in dread. It was as if invisible hands were
drawing me, as if hands were drawing on my Silver Cord,
drawing me down, reeling me in, forcing me into that cold,
lifeless body. I felt the coldness of death, I felt shivering
in my limbs, I felt my astral sight grow dim, and then great
gasps wr


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