Louise called me on the telephone the day after this friend and I had realized that the painting was an identical thing from the past. She said to me, "I want you to tell me what man so completely mystified you, or startled you last night, so that you went home and turned on all your lights."

I was so amazed to think that she had known something that she had no way of knowing about, that I couldn't speak for a moment, and then I realized it.

She said, "It was about eight o'clock." She knew the time. She described the man, described him very, very carefully, and I just couldn't understand how she could have known.

Well, she went on from that. She said, "I knew that this had happened to you. Last night, Linda appeared to me again. She came in the same tremendous brilliance, and I awoke in a cold sweat, holding the same little book. Linda said to me, 'Go find my Mommy again-tell her to go back to the church and look up the history of the church and put yellow wings on the angels.'"

I cried over the phone. I was so completely mystified and yet so completely happy at the same time that I just wept and wept at the release from tension, the terrific tension that was built up while she was telling me this, because the mystery of it was so tremendous.

I put yellow wings on the angels and went back to the church. I talked to the minister, a very fine man who is a sincere person who gives all the help he can very freely and does it in a very beautiful way, and I said, "I've told you this story. How can I find out what she's trying to tell me, what Linda's trying to do for me? Where is it all leading?"

He said, "It's most unusual that your child, so soon after her death, could be doing this for you and could have such tremendous powers for you, but it is most possible. She must be a very strong spirit of some kind. I think she must have found great happiness."

That was what I wanted to hear. I felt such tremendous happiness to hear those words, and he really meant them too. He really did mean them. Then I thought, "I'm going to try to do everything that I can if in any way it's going to bring her peace and in any way going to bring me the happiness she must want me to have."

I asked Mr. Cox, the minister, "Do you think you could look up the history of this church? Do you have the history of this church?"

He said, "We do have certain reports, and so forth, but the church was done over, you see , a certain number of years ago (which corroborated the statement of this friend of mine), and, when this church was done over, some of the records were misplaced, but we do have in our vault a picture of the angels that were painted in the church thirty-five years ago."

I said, "May I see it?" He said, "Of course."

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