Then comes a third. She found herself in this enormous home. It seemed the whole world was a home. And there were unnumbered rooms, some doors were closed and others were open. She never once opened a door, but there were doors open and doors were closed, and the whole world seemed to be a home. A perfectly beautiful woman came to her. She was young, dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, and she said to her, “I want you to speak to them. I want you to tell them.” She opened a door and in they went in what appeared to be a perfectly wonderful church. There were pews and a crowd; all the pews filled, all the seats filled. She was shocked because she knew them all, and they were dead. They were all friends of her father who is dead and they had died. They were long gone from this world, and there they were seated in their pews. A man was on the pulpit speaking to them. And then she said, right in the front pew there was one who was her Aunt Margaret. Now she said, “I didn’t know that Aunt Margaret was dead, but in my dream, in this experience, I am saying to myself, Aunt Margaret must be dead too, for all the others are dead. But two years ago, when I went to Pittsburgh, Aunt Margaret had a stroke. She was eighty years old and I haven’t heard since that she has died, but maybe she has. She sat in the front row. Then I said, I have a wonderful story to tell you. I began on the 2nd Book of Samuel, the 7th chapter, and began on the 14th verse; then I went to the 12th and at that point, Aunt Margaret said to me, ‘You’re talking about David.’ I said yes. Then I explained the relationship between David and Jesus Christ….that Jesus Christ is Father and David is Son. Then I went to the 2nd Psalm and I began, ‘I will tell of the decree of the Lord…’ and began to explain this promise of God to David that ‘thou art my son.’ Then I…suddenly I looked at these people. I came to an end, the man said to me, ‘May I continue to talk?’ the one who was speaking, and she said, ‘Yes, you may continue.’ And then I looked at these faces and they were just as though they’d never heard me. They couldn’t see. Their eyes were open, as though he’d put some veil between the outer world and their eyes. They couldn’t see, just as though they were blind and yet the eyes were open. They had eyes and saw not; they had ears and they heard not. So I looked at the young woman who had asked me to speak, and she nodded her approval and gave me great assurance from her smile that I had done exactly what she wanted. And then I woke.”843 ¶12