Rama pointed to my friend, and said tenderly, “This is
birth.” He leaned across me and kissed my friend. The
kiss mixed a perfect combination of sweetness and passion.
As I watched from this incredibly close vantage point I
knew I was part of something very special, even though I
was only there as a witness. I felt flashes of jealousy as
I watched the long, loving kiss. I knew that my friend was
receiving love in universal proportions.

Rama pulled back across the bed, took a step backward,
looked at me and said, “This one is death. Anyone knows
that she can cut you with words, or just a glance. She can
be deadly. She is a true mystic.” As an afterthought he
said, “I’d stay away from this one.”