“God please direct my thinking today and keeping it divorced from self-pity, dishonest or self-seeking motives. Father, Please help me to employ my mental faculties, that my thought life might be placed on a higher plane of inspiration and help me pay attention to this vital sixth sense.”
Suddenly the room lit up with a great white light. It seemed to me, in the minds eye, that I was on a mountain and that a wind not of air but of spirit was blowing. And then it burst upon me that I was a free man. Slowly the ecstasy subsided. I lay on the bed, but now for a time I was in another world, a new world of consciousness. All about me and the through me there was a wonderful feeling of Presence, and I thought to myself, “So this is the God of the preachers!”