You will say it has weakened me, but it has weakened only the bonds that the flesh puts upon the spirit.

Even so, I fell short of my vision--my tabernacle of flesh must have been too much profaned, though how I cannot dream--believe me, I have kept myself as high and clean as I knew.

Yet there was promise.

For only last night at the river bank, the spirit came partially upon me.

I was taken with a faintness, and I heard above my head a sound like the rustling of silken robes, and the spirit of God hovered over me, so that I could feel its radiance.