I had a terrifying premonition when I entered a blood test laboratory in June 2012, because my intuition warned Satan was close. The laboratory was in a ominous silence, a weird man sat near the receptionist’s window and I sat by the exit door.
I was sympathetic to a presumed mental patient, but fearful and insecure when glanced him. His eyes, penetrating and threatening, moved abruptly — mental patients are usually introverted and avoid eye contact. Should I approach or avoid him? My intuition recommended caution and restraint.
He got up and lamented his state of health to the receptionist, “I am a college graduate and liked to fly fish . . . but now I am ruined.” Then he entered a cubicle and dialogued with the phlebotomist. I overheard the patient say he had participated in a satanic cult that ruined his health.
He gazed at me as he left the laboratory, and I veiled my insecurity until his departure, when we breathed a sigh of relief. Horrified, the phlebotomist asked me if I would scare her. No, I replied!