Here, a lady writes me a story—and these are simply touching on the power that will be exercised tomorrow by everyone in the world. These are powers…tasting of the powers of the age to be. She said, “The year was 1965 and the month was May. It was two in the afternoon and I was lying on the floor. I said to myself, ‘If I wanted to I could get out of my body’ and then, automatically, I wanted to. And instantly I was viewing a scene, some country scene. Here to my left a horse drawn carriage with two people in it. It’s a dirt road, unpaved. It was almost covered with a dust about six inches on the sides and the center multiple varying impressions made on this dust; but the dust at least six inches on the sides of the unpaved road. To my right were people. I saw three abreast facing the carriage, one just a little behind. This unpaved road lined with trees, but they were not moving. They were in the act of motion but they were not moving. And here, I saw these, everything…she didn’t say they were frozen, but she said they were inactive. “They were in the process of motion but they couldn’t move. And I knew that it was my presence that made them inactive and I also knew that when I withdrew from the scene, they would become animated. While I was present they were inactive, but when I withdrew from the scene they would be animated. Suddenly I found myself back on the floor and I said to myself, ‘I was there and I was awake, completely awake. I was there, but where was I? And a voice within me said, ‘Paris 1778.’” She said the ladies were dressed in long skirts to their ankles. Men and women wore hats. And these ladies wore these long skirts around their ankles; and they were in blue, lovely shades of blue, the lightest of blue, the bluest of blue, with a brilliance or a luster added to it. The voice said, ‘Paris 1778.’”368 ¶13