Now let me share with you a letter that came today. The lady is here tonight. She said, “In a dream these huge, huge machines that move mountains” . . you’ve seen them . . “and make highways; and there was a man who led me by some magnetic current. I moved like a puppet, as he simply moved me at his will. But inwardly I rebelled and used every ounce of strength I could to break this robot,” . . but she couldn’t. He simply moved her at his will, and she played the part, the part of a puppet. Then she said, “I saw something forming. He was trying to form something in me, or out of me, or by me. But something was forming and it seemed to form out of hot, liquid glass.” Well, you know the intensive heat that it would take to reduce glass to a liquid state. “And then I noticed that the form of a man took shape and it came out of the top of my head. The head was perfect, . . perfectly formed, but the rest was still a mass not yet formed.”109 ¶2