[Karin] One day someone called me from behind the wallpaper. I looked in the closet, but no one was there. But the voice kept calling me, so I pressed myself against the wall, and it gave away like foliage. You think I'm making it up?
I enter a large room. It's bright and peaceful. People are moving back and forth. Some of them talk to me and I understand them. It's so nice and I understand them. It's so nice and I feel safe. In some of their faces there's a shining light. Everyone is waiting for him to come but no one is anxious. They say that I can be there when it happens...
[David] Why are you crying?
[Karin] It's nothing. Nothing to worry about. But... sometimes I have this intense yearning. I long for that moment. When the door will open and all the faces will turn to him.
[David] Who is coming?
[Karin] No one has said for certain. But I think it's God who will reveal himself to us. That it will be him coming into the room through that door.
Is this all for real? I don't know. I'm caught in the middle, and sometimes I'm uncertain. I know I've been ill and that my illness was like a dream. But these are no dreams. They must be real. They must be real.
A god steps down from the mountain. He walks through the dark forest.
There are wild beasts everywhere in the silent darkness. It must be
real. I'm not dreaming. I'm telling the truth. Now I'm in one world,
now in the other. I can't stop it.