A lady wrote, “The story of the harvest meant so much to me.” Her letter relates a dream. Upon going to bed, feeling insecure after a long illness she alone caused, she assumed “I am secure, really secure.” “There was a little child and an elderly woman. The little child was complaining that certain things were going to cost so much, $250,000. I told the little child, ‘What does that mean? That’s only a pittance against the multi-millions that you have!’ Then I said to them, ‘We will go into another place…we are going to move now.’ It was dark outside and the old lady was reluctant to go. I said to both, ‘I have a light.’ At that moment the wall where we were contained parted and beyond it in another room appeared this wonderful fireplace, all blazing. Then a few days later this dream occurred. I was in a field of wheat and it was all harvested, but there were a few stalks, and I saw the grain in the stalks, and I knew from what I saw they were matured beyond reaping. Then I saw a buffalo and as the buffalo appeared I wasn’t afraid of it, I knew that he couldn’t see me. Then another and another buffalo, making three altogether.”327 ¶10