Now, another friend of mine, she’s here tonight, and she writes, but here I had this vision. I am in a cathedral and there is an enormous choir. And there are two persons present writing out announcements of my death. And I say it, but I am not dead, look, I am alive, but they’re all writing out announcements, announcing my death. Then the choral group bursts forth into this most glorious hallelujah. This song of praise, hallelujah, praise Jehovah. That’s what the word would mean. And I joined in with the chorus singing of my own death.681 ¶52