Now she said, “The other two are not dreams, these are experiences. Quite often when I wake in the morning my head is filled with a golden light, and in this light if I draw up a name or a face or something, eventually I will hear good news, wonderful news, exciting, productive news about another person. But the morning that I write of this experience, I was thinking only of the presence of God. All I’m thinking is the presence of God, and here I heard the chirping of a bird. I turned to my right, at my window, and between the window glass and the screen is a little bird. There he is looking at me and chirping urgently. I said to myself, well, the screen must be torn, because reason dictated that. She said, “I knew it wasn’t torn, yet reason said it must be torn, there’s a hole somewhere. How could a bird get between the screen and the window? I was about to get up to investigate, and then set the bird free into the room, when he made several circles around the inside of the window, and looking directly at me, he turned and disappeared through the screen. Was his message to me to tell me to follow him? That nothing, but nothing really finds us in this world? What was his message to me? There he was a little bird. I got out of bed and examined the screen thoroughly. There wasn’t a tear, there wasn’t a hole, the screen was in perfect order, and fitted perfectly.832 ¶13