As You Walk Upon The Sacred Earth,

I Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.

One Should Pay Attention To Even The Smallest Crawling Creature For These Too May Have A Valuable Lesson To Teach Us.