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The first time, I stood in front of a mirror holding a blue candle and stared at my reflection until my eyes watered. Just as I was about to give up, something began to look different.
It seemed that the few wrinkles I had (this was MANY years ago!) had suddenly became a little bit deeper and I seemed to have the beginnings of dark circles under my eyes. I began to look closer at the area around my eyes and the wrinkles suddenly became deeper and dark, as if the wrinkles were getting dirty or something. In a period of maybe two minutes I had aged from my EARLY twenties to what appeared to be at least seventy years old.
This was not what you would call a graceful aging as we all hope to have as we actually age. This was a harsh, horrifying and very realistic aging. I went from looking like a happy, healthy, well taken care of twenty-two year old, to looking like a nightmare of aged decrepitness. It is hard to stress enough that this was not a healthy looking old age. This was a seventy year old woman who looked to have been on her last legs about a decade before. The deep cavernous wrinkles, the hanging skin, ratted, matted hair. But of all the terrible visions the worst were the eyes. They seemed to be so ancient you could almost FEEL the age of them. They were filled with a frightening knowledge, as if they had seen the worst that could ever befall a human being, and had seen that more times than could be counted, for more lifetimes than any soul should have to endure.
I fled the bathroom so quickly that I left spatters of blue wax on the walls and the white painted door. I left that place soon after. The stains of the wax were a constant reminder of the horror in those eyes.
Please be aware of the practices you try and what their results really mean. Also, be careful what knowledge you seek, you may find that it is better not to know!
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