So let me show you how this wonderful drama unfolds. You’ve heard me speak here in the last month and a half—two months—of a little girl whose name is Maylo. I told you she played the part of Peter in my drama. This past week, I received a letter last Friday night, and she said, “You are in my dream. I dreamt of you, a devil, mom, dad, my sister, and me.” She mentioned six, including herself. She said, “My dad was going to be tortured by a devil, and the devil had two long horns on top of his head, and the longest tail on earth. And he had a fork, and on the fork was a picture of fire. And then he had a spoon, and your picture was on it. And under the picture was the word ‘Enemy,’ and I knew why. I knew that you were all love, and everybody on earth loved you—mostly me.” “He was all hate, and then my dad was tortured. It took place under the ground. He was hung on a string between two poles, and suddenly, you appeared with my sister in your arms. And as you appeared, the devil screamed and faded, and then mom went over to you to give you a kiss of thanks, and you faded, and she went ‘Uh…’ She seemed so confused and went ‘Uh…’ And then a voice said, ‘He is what others call dead. He is what others call a spirit. He is what we call the God in us. He is what others call dead. He is what others call a spirit. He is what we call God in us.’” And then she said, “I awoke. Yours truly, Maylo.”934 ¶11