So, everyone in this world…but we come in groups, small groups. One is sent from the depth of his soul to act almost like a magnet to draw those who are about to fulfill scripture. Now here, this past Friday morning, my friend Benny, and here he said, “Neville, I’m cataleptic. I can’t open my eyes, just can’t move them. No effort that I could make physically could part my lids. And I am hearing within myself the cry of a child. I am hearing it in my skull…a child is crying. The child is crying and it’s a distress call, and I can’t open my eyes. The wind, an unearthly wind, is taking place. A strange, peculiar thing is happening…and I think of what you taught me. But I’m only thinking of you now and what I’m hearing. I’m associating what I am hearing and what I have heard from you about the sign that comes into my world bearing witness. Here, suddenly, I can’t control it, the wind is on me, the sound is there, and then a light, and it’s like a star jumping out of my skull. But instead of a star, as the star breaks through from my skull, it’s a child. And here is this child wrapped in its swaddling clothes. I lift the child in my hands and I say to the child, ‘Oh, my darling!’ And I knew that no one in eternity could take care of that child but myself. When I’m holding the child and expressing these qualities of endearment, it all disappears, but in its place I’m left a photograph of the child.”710 ¶7