But no sooner
would I close my eyes than his image would appear standing at a
distance of three or four feet from the head of the bed, in the form
of a column five feet high or so and about four feet in circumference.
The colour was blue, but varied in depth and intensity; on some nights
it was sky-blue, but usually of a deeper shade, a pure, soft,
beautiful blue like that of the morning-glory or wild geranium.
It would not surprise me to find that many persons have some such
material image or presentment of the spiritual entities they are
taught to believe in at too tender an age. Recently, in comparing
childish memories with a friend, he told me that he too always saw God
as a blue object, but of no definite shape.
That blue column haunted me at night for many months; I don't think it
quite vanished, ceasing to be anything but a memory, until I was
seven - a date far ahead of where we are now.
To return to that second blissful revelation which came to me from my
mother.
