[Redbook2:176-177][19801126:0050a]{(A Dream of Teaching
[continued]:)
...and the Vehicle.}[26th November 1980]
19801126.0050
[continued]
I
was alone in a large, glass vehicle*. It was stationary. The others
were in a building up the hill. It was night. One came down to me,
saying: 'X (a friend in the T[erritorial] A[rmy]? – N[G?] …?] is
dying. He wants you to go to him.' I said that I ought not to leave
the vehicle unguarded; but I ran with him up the hill to the room
where everyone stood. X lay on a bed. He said to me words to the
effect: 'I am dying. Tell me what happens the other side. Tell me
it is true.' Close to him, I told him what to expect, in detail.
There
was in me then such a wholeness, an integrity, as I have only felt
once before, so far as I know: in the healing dream recounted above**
*19801202.2350.
Wisdom after: I had nearly written 'cabin of a flying machine' but
felt that to be my own (contemporaneous) gloss or interpretation, so
wrote 'vehicle'.
**[Redbook2:161-162][19800130:0015]
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