Some food for thought from a homesteading Quaker living in that beautiful part of Sweden called Småland.
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Friday, December 17, 2010
John Woolman's Dream
"I was brought so near the gates of death . . .that I forgot my name. Being then desirous to know who I was, I saw a mass of matter of a dull gloomy collour, . . . and was informed that this mass was human beings, in as great misery as they could be, and live, and that I was mixed in with them, and that henceforth I might not consider myself as a distinct or separate being. I then heard a soft melodious voice . . . and I believed it was the voice of an angel who spake to the other angels. The words were "John Woolman is dead". I soon remembered that I was once John Woolman, and being assured that I was alive in the body, I greatly wondered what that heavenly voice could mean. . . . it was a mystery to me"

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