All were of light color, and in one place there were many pure, plain, white ones. One belonging a Priest. Some were heavy, woven with gold and precious gems; others were light as gossamer and of no weight whatever. The fabrics were indestructible and every little ornament, color and design had a history and meaning.

I was seeing and knowing with mortal consciousness all during this dream. And I knew that I was using my human mind.

I was standing in the center of a white room in the Edifice. A large group of souls were there and they had just heard a lecture which I had given them. They examined the precious objects and tossed them about with thoughtlessness and irreverence. I was shocked and determined to give them only what they could appreciate after that. (Do you remember the First Papers you sent me and that I gave them to those who did not understand them or appreciate them?)

I held in my arms a Soul—‘The Sleeping Beauty,’ a Princess, the last owner of the Edifice, a daughter of Abraham and David. Oh, I do not dare describe Her. I can not blaspheme that One. I was so fearful that my touch would break Her fragile Being. I poured out a flood of quiet words of adoration and veneration. She slept. I lifted Her upright and said, Now tell these friends Who You are.” She stirred and opened Her eyes and said, “———.” Then She slept again.

With those words came the knowing that I was just mortal consciousness, a black monstrosity, daring to touch that Holy Being. I certainly had the conceit taken out of me; I who had been thinking myself so pure and high spiritually. I wondered if there was any other human being more vile than I.

The Princess had no mortal body. The young souls around us did. I was just an ordinary human.

The pale blue Robe She wore was the last Robe ever to be placed in the Chamber of Robes. She is the last of Her Line.

Suddenly the young souls decided they needed a bath and with that thought they scampered off to the numerous baths. There were bathing rooms from the beginning of time, of all ages. I thought of one—a Roman. Each was luxurious beyond words, containing complete equipment of soap of every conceivable size, color, shape and kind; brushes, lotions, perfumes and piles and piles of towels.