Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

What you know not now you will know hereafter.

In 1795, I sent him another letter, telling him, that danger still stood before us, and that the truth of what I had written in 1792 was to be proved by 12 men.

In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.

New-Year's Day arriving, and the ministers, to whom I wrote, remaining silent, I consider their silence as evidence, that they cannot prove what I said not to be from the Lord, and have therefore published as I was directed.

I am the fool, and must be the sufferer, if it be not of God.