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3:00 |
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Prayer at altar. I compose
myself with Talisman. I go directly to my circle of
Brethren with stars on their foreheads—I rest with
them for a time, then go straight up and enter a
vast field of wonderful light, white, soft. Here I
remain for a time. The light descends—I am
completely surrounded—from a focal point out of my
range of vision though I am conscious that there is
such a point. |