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Tube of Light in an Earthquake

It happened in the city of Guayaquil, Ecuador, where my husband was working. I had an apartment in the same building where the main offices of the company were, and I had just come from seeing the craftsman who was remodeling my living-room furniture.

I had one hand on the closet door and the other on a hanger, ready to hang my dress in the closet, when the whole room started to move. I said "Oh, my God! It's an earthquake!" I then took a big breath, centered myself in my heart in the white fire core of being, and visualized the tube of light covering the whole apartment.

The next thing I remember was the earthquake passing. The building was still trembling a little, but I went out of the apartment and into the corridor that led to the stairs where the main offices of the company were. I saw all the people that worked there gathered at the main entrance door, some crying and screaming. Big books and binders had fallen off the shelves and were scattered on the floor. The whole office was a mess. The rest of the buildings in that complex had all been damaged, as well as many others all over the city.

The people from the company were surprised that nothing had happened in my apartment. I had three shelves of parcels from all over the world and souvenirs and gifts of all sizes - but none were harmed. Nothing was damaged in my apartment.