A lady wrote me this day, she said, “I had the strangest experience this past week. I saw stairways leading to the right, to the left and forward. All the people…so many moving…and they all were in dark modern clothes, all dark clothes. I was dressed in white flowing Grecian robes and I had on golden slippers. But they didn’t recognize me, not one of them knew me or recognized me. Then I saw in the distance coming from the right side a man clothed as I was clothed in white robes, Grecian in style and golden slippers. As he approached, it was you, Neville, but you had golden hair. Your hair was gold. You greeted me because you recognized me. Still, they didn’t see you; I saw you. And after the greeting I wondered to myself, ‘Why does Neville have golden hair?’ Then I said within myself without voicing it, ‘Well, I know this is a vision and time will prove to me that this has a significance, and therefore I will extract the meaning, in time. Why he has golden hair now, I do not know.’ And then that was it.”863 ¶32