“The second, I find myself standing in a grove of trees. They are separate, maybe say ten, twelve feet apart. The trunks are perfectly straight and very smooth. I didn’t look up but I sensed the foliage, the beautiful foliage above. Then I wound my way among, in and around the trees, like a procession of one. And then I heard this divine voice and it spoke so clearly and it spoke as though it spoke in a chant. It said “Impollinate, impollinate, impollinate the child yourself.” It repeated it, “Impollinate, impollinate, impollinate the child yourself.” She said, “I know of no such word impollinate. That’s all. The vision broke into speech in the form of a chant and I do not know the meaning of the word impollinate. Pollinate yes, but not impollinate.”832 ¶12