Now, let me illustrate it with a story told me this past week by a lady who is present. Let me tell you, this lady is a mother. She recently had a little boy, so she’s very much a woman, and here is her story as she wrote me in her letter. She said, “I had a dream and I was three people”—these are her words—“I was three people. First, I was myself and yet I was a man…because when I became the other, I remembered my former self as a man. When I became this person I had a longing, a wanting. I lingered around, but there was a peculiar longing for a little green dog. I saw the little dog among others and with others, and I knew this little dog, and he shone like the sun. He was just like the sun, so radiant. And I knew that all I had to do, because I had ordered him, was to wait…I just had to wait to receive him as mine. Now this is the story of the three persons. I was always the sender. When something had to be told, I told it, I told it to another which was myself. But whenever I told it, or it had to be told, I told it. So I told it to another who was myself. Well, when he had to retell it, I became the other…it’s myself.”391 ¶4