past me and went out through the open door. I went and closed the door after it.

When something like this happens, I seem quite another person. I act instinctively, my brain mind seems altogether absent. I just do things and I don’t know why. I came back into my body, and was so happy that I prayed, “Father, let me do some more work?”

Immediately I went out again. This time I came to a beautiful big building with the sun shining on it, and covered with creeping vines. It was a Sanitarium in the South. It was warm and balmy, and I saw palm trees. It had a balcony around it on the first floor. I was dressed in white. I stood in front of the building, and sensed someone near me. I turned and saw a big man also dressed in white looking at me. I said to him, “If you will come with me, I will show you how to do some real work. Come.”

I took his hand and tried to take him up the steps on the balcony with me. He was terribly heavy (due to his hesitancy and seeming inexperience); it took every ounce of my strength to drag him up. Then we went in at the open door and soon came into a large room with about ten beds occupied, all by men.

We went from bed to bed; nobody saw us, but a doctor and two nurses were present. I held the man’s hand with my left and put my right hand on every patient’s head, and said, “In the name of Jesus Christ, you are healed. Christ is healing you, body and soul.”

Then we came to one man apparently dying. The doctor held his pulse, and the nurse stood by. I said the same thing to him. He opened his eyes and looked at me, and then closed them again. The doctor said, “He is over