But God wanted me to come. The white ballet costume was my burial dress. That was the beginning of my new life.

Everybody said I looked as if I were just sleeping in my white satin bodice with little pink and white flowers all over the top, with a beautiful white, fluffy tulle skirt, very short, showing my legs all the way from the top of my thigh to my feet in pink ballet slippers, and all over the skirt were sparkling rhinestones.

Soon after I left, things that were very unusual began to happen to my Mommy. Each time that something made her very, very unhappy and sad and she would lose her strength, something would happen to bring her back and give her a little more strength. God wanted her to be strong and do things for Him, and He knew how she wanted to see that I was really very near her and happy and living in another way than when I was with her. She wanted to find out more and more about the things people should know about Faith.

Mommy had good friends who believed the way she did, and they all help her. I told her once never to forget her friends, for friends are very, very important.

I never forgot mine. That's why I wanted to go to see Ford. He gave me the little ship charm with sails that moved to remind me to come to see him at Block Island some summer. I promised I'd come. I'm glad we went. My friends were all very true.

Mrs. Stella Ivey, who worked as a secretary in the university where Mommy met her, was a true friend to Mommy, and she told her about a dream she had of me in a ballet dress. Mrs. Ivey never knew about the real ballet dress I wore until I left here, but a week before that, before I went, she had a beautiful dream. She saw me in the dancing costume, dancing with thousands of children, laughing and singing and very, very happy. She told Mommy much later on. Mrs. Ivey knew me, and we were together, the three of us, when I was with Mommy a few times.

Not long after I left and the strange things began to happen, Mommy had a dream. It was during the night. She was dreaming, but the dream was like awakening.

Mommy and I were together in Mrs. Ivey's apartment. It was very real, and she was seeing very clearly.

I was seated in a chair that was an antique mellow kind of chair with spindle legs. There was a light shining from way up high on the wall, and I was sitting in the chair holding a blue goblet, and the goblet was shining very brilliantly. The blue was so tremendously bright that Mommy asked me about it.

I said, "Mommy, this beautiful blue glass...look at it carefully...this is the beginning of everything wonderful and beautiful for you."

Mommy knew I was really there because it was all so real, and she saw the furniture and everything there so clearly.

The next morning Mommy wrote a letter to Mrs. Ivey. She couldn't keep the dream to herself. She told Mrs. Ivey about the dream and my being there with her, and about the furniture and the blue goblet and the light shining from the wall near the ceiling.

Mrs. Ivey was very surprised because Mommy had never ever been to her apartment, and she had described a chair in her apartment, the one I was sitting on, and she had described the china closet. And the light from the windows, little transom windows, was coming from way up high. They were sort of attic windows through which the light just streamed down.

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