Sister Emmerich is miserable, but always in contemplation. On the Abbe Lambert's condition, she says : ‘I cannot say how clear, how bright it looks to me. I see his soul like a little human figure of light hovering over his heart trying to go, trying to escape from the bonds that clasp it on all sides. It seems to be opening a way for itself, to be separating from the body, which is like a cloud torn asunder.
I see its anxiety to get loose and the struggle to retain it. The body embraces it more closely, enfolds it more tightly ; it is again caught on one, or perhaps, on all sides. Sometimes it is surrounded by darkness, then by a fog, or again a ray of light breaks through to it, whilst a fire burns over the sick man all the time. And there, in the midst of it all, is the evil one constantly approaching with all kinds of torturing pictures, On the other side is his angel defending him, whilst bright rays fall upon him from his patron and other saints.' "