Let me show you how this wonderful drama unfolds. You heard me speak here in the last month and a half, two months, of a little girl whose name is Melo. I told you she plays the part of Peter in my drama. This past week I received a letter — last Friday night — and he said, “You were in my dream. I dreamt of you, a devil, mom, dad, my sister, and me.” And he was sick, including himself. He 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, under the picture, with the word “enemy.” And I knew why — I knew that you were all love, and everybody on earth loved you. Mostly me. 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 seemed so confused, and went “oh.” 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.” And then he says, “I awoke.” Yours truly, Melo.1219 ¶11