Another one wrote me. She said, “Here I found myself, Mr. O’Neal.” Now here’s a lady — very much a lady. And she speaks of a friend of hers who is very much a lady. She says, “I am Mr. O’Neal, and my friend is Mr. O’Sullivan. I wonder, how on earth can this be? I am Mr. O’Neal, and she is Mr. O’Sullivan. I wrote it down, went back to sleep, and here I am in a body, and the body is frozen, and I stepped out of this body into that body, and it seemed so normal and natural that the body was Mr. O’Neal.”1123 ¶36