Here is a lady, she is not present tonight, she said, “I had this wonderful dream, here I am and my youngest daughter said to me”—now this lady is a grandmother, one of the youngest grandmothers you’ve ever seen but a grandmother—“and my youngest daughter came to me and said there was a very ugly looking man, ugly face, in the house out in the back.” Well, she went out and as she entered the house it turned into a barn. What her youngest daughter thought to be an ugly face, it was her lover, in rags. In all of her dreams she always encountered this same person, and here he is. He seemed hungry and seemed to be either in rags or in old clothes. So she gave him something to eat, and then she took him by the hand and they walked out hand in hand, and she fell in love all over again with this person. In her dreams he follows as the one that she always loves. She passed a spot…she said, “Here was a spot…five feet from here is where the house was that I once lived in.” Then she walked… “Here is the house that I lived in…and here was a house that I lived in.” She walked by these many, many states of consciousness, signified by houses or places where houses ought to be. These were all states through which she passed. At the very end she heard the cry of a child. The child is crying because her brother had eaten some poison and he would die. The boy who had eaten the poison was about four or five. Then she went to a neighbor and told the neighbor, a woman, what had happened to this boy, and she began to scramble eggs for the boy. She said, “No, he doesn’t want eggs, give him milk. That will free him of the poison.” Then she realized that the one who was four or five years old when he took the poison is suddenly now only an infant, a little tiny infant. But she also realized that she herself, in this motion, she was just out of her teens. Well, just out of your teens is twenty—nineteen, and you hit twenty—she was just out of her teens when she became conscious of the fact that the little child, who had gone back in time to an infant, [...] she herself as she moved past these so-called homes where she lived.397 ¶28