air  of expectancy and hope.  This event is simultaneously
taking  place   in  towns  and  cities  all  over  the  country.
(J.C., Atlanta, Georgia, summer, 1972)

      I am standing at a lectern  in Friends' Meeting House.
I  am  giving   a   patriotic   July  4th  speech.   I  am  very
enthusiastic  about   my  subject  and  deliver  the  speech
with great joy.  As  I  speak,  I  keep levitating into the air
and  have  to  grasp  the  lectern to pull myself down.  As I
finish  my  speech,  the  next phase of the program begins.
A  movie  projector   is   turned  on  and  a  cartoon  of  the
Chinese  dragon  flashes on the screen. (R.W.K., Virginia
Beach, Virginia, September 20, 1969)

      Three  women   are   asking  the  President  and  three
cabinet  officials  about  solar  energy.  The  men  give  no
straight answer in reply.  We take a break,  and  I  tell the
women about a book just out,  and  about the now-existent
technology.  When  the  President  and  the  three officials
return,  I  mention the book to them  and say that the data
for solar energy and  its  storage are available for various
sizes   of   farms,   for   example,  using  a  combination  of
windmills,  solar  panels  and  batteries.  If  they are really
interested,  I  say they should contact  a  man named Alva
Hill.  They mutter a  lifeless response,  and  I  realize they
don't want to hear about it.  My throat is dry and  I go out
for  a  drink  of  water.  (J.F.Y.,  Virginia Beach, Virginia,
August 28, 1975)

      On what seems to be a  Holy Saturday,  a cloudy, gray
day— I am walking  in  the vicinity of our church.  Several
other  people  seem  to   be  on  their  way  to  church,  too.
Suddenly,   someone   notices   a   circular  object  floating
horizontally  in  the  overcast  sky— it's  hovering directly
above  the  very  center   of  the  town's  business  district.
The  person  exclaims,  "Look,  there's  an olive branch in
the sky!"  We  run towards  this  phenomenon,  and it also
moves closer to us,  stopping  right  above  the trees. Now
it takes on the appearance  of  a stained glass window, but
the  soft  colors  are  animated,  constantly shifting. As we

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