P.M.

Prayer at altar.

2:00

On closing eyes immediately became conscious of brilliant white light, far off; and I did not see this light as I have seen other visions. It seemed at the other end of the “wire”, and there was great happiness and rejoicing. At this end I reflected somewhat of that Love. Then I became conscious of colours, a mosaic it seemed, and tones corresponding to those colours. Afterwards these colours became a mass of flowers which fell by me, and out of the sky troupes myriads of people, but there was not the brilliance of the first light.

I was tired when starting.

Kept silent for a time, then realized I was seeing with an entirely new set of eyes—part of that “subtle body” on which I have been working recently? Former visions impressed upon upper fore-part of head. This part now still, while something about lower part of face and shoulders looked at pyramid shaped rocks rising out of darkness, the apex no lighter than of an evening.

Read a bit from “Moonstone”. Put it away, with an automatic “Thank you”, as though somewhat was done for me and start work.

3:15

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I regard again with “subtle body”, this time from chest and stomach region, and see a garden walk leading down to a gate in a stone and cement wall. I see apple trees—no, in shape between an apple and an olive—I see bits of grey moss on their trunks. A hill rises back of this. I sense a water trough to my right and slightly back of me,* then find myself looking from centre of my back and see the home, of stone, I think, with posts supporting balcony. There shade trees all around, they seem like sycamores, the bark is white flecked. To my left the ground slopes downward and this is an orchard.

*back of water trough, with roadway between, a shed for vehicles, space for three, I see no horses.

A wonderfully peaceful, homey scene, the entire scene in nature’s colors, most realistic I have yet seen.

As an experiment use forehead.

Two horses, first bay, second black, in darkness on left-hand side of shed, in lean-to, feeding from a manger, their rumps toward me. The private roadway leads over slight rise between path and shed, a pile of loose stones next to lean-to, a cherry tree growing beside it, the path to gate dropping lower and lower from roadway and at a slight curve-angle to left.