I sleep and am almost awakened by the following sentence, by its power and intensity:

 “FEED THE POOR”

 It is followed by an intense understanding that slips into body and mind:

 Not only the poor, the deprived, the starving, the excluded people, but everything that is deprived of their right to a life in their natural habitat. There is no threat in it, only an insistent image with the message: “You perish without realizing it before it happens. – Act now, while you can, while you have the freedom to do so”.

 No one is created as a master of life, otherness and others. Do not take the little they have left from those who have nothing but their lives.

Later in the night I slip/get picked up into a blue-white sphere of life. I am wearing a white tunic and long white loose trousers with my bare feet sticking out of the trousers. Satguru comes, smiles, takes me in his arms and says: “Now you can do it yourself”.