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Show (on In the dream, my letters became increasingly eloquent, fine, beautiful words and phrases woven together, colors and textures I could not have nam in had it not been for the influence of a great, divine light. I awakened with the feeling that a million tiny, crystal bells had chimed for me, that a billion tiny lights had shone and warmed me, and that I had been given direction and purpose in an otherwise meaningless life. After the long time of searching, of trying to teach school, of trying to train my clumsy hands to paint or throw pots or make candles or play guitars, I had found a form 4© 0JrH± ^ ^ u communicate ta the world. And more than that, I understood my calling, what the Mormons called one's 'mission in life' - supposedly foreordained in the Spirit World, before coming to earth. Now I remembered the promise I had made when Brian's life was saved, and now I knew how I would fulfill that promise. From the dream, I understood that I would be besieged and subject to duress and imprisoned-.' But I knew that the calling would eventually lead me to freedom. It seemed so real, as though I had really flown through the air, as though I had really found the source of some clear, mountain stream and had drank and been renewed. There was a completion of the senses - the old feeling of having been 'burned -out' colors and"'psychic powers, from clairvoyance to translation, seemed to inhabit my mind and body. Translation. I would find a way to translate my life into something I could understand. .Perhaps the world and my own people would also be able to see it - would see the message of individual freedom and Personal responsibility that Jin!*?inr so hard-learned for me. |
