The other day my wife said in a vision of hers she saw panels at the back of the room. She didn’t count them, but there were many, many panels and she was glued to just observing the panels. As she became lost in observation—just the panels—forms detached themselves from the panels and they came out into the room. Every one gave forth a form. At first it seemed to be a delightful thing, a very happy occurrence, something wonderful. The more it moved into the dancing form, the more it began to dance, the more she realized this is horror, this is sheer hell. And then for a moment…maybe she panicked for a moment…and then they all went right back into their panels and there they remained.190 ¶52