All of this was said the first night Ezekiel stayed with me, and I went off to bed very much disturbed at all these revelations. I said to myself, "Can this be? Can this be? If I listen to him it will mean my ruin, and if he is right and I do not listen to him it will certainly be my ruin." I was very much troubled by all this. And I finally said, "I must not take his word as God’s word, for certainly no words can ever come from God, and certainly God is the silent principle that never speaks, for no words can describe him. This Ezekiel may be some crazy young man who does not know of what he speaks; and then again he may speak truth; but it is no matter, for if I decide not to believe him, I may choose to do good and give Prana from my own goodness; and God has put me in the dark that my good works may be truly good, and not only selfish scheming—but there I go believing him again." And so I tossed and turned as Ezekiel slept soundly in his blankets on my kitchen floor little more than a dozen feet away. Finally I fell asleep and had a dream. I dreamt I was in Mexico and there was an old Indian king. The king was very poor but somehow important and even powerful. He had two young sons—little boys—and he said to me, "If my sons live, there will be a terrible war in the land." So in secret I went to murder his sons; but I could not bring myself to do it, so I hid them away and said to the king, "Your sons are dead." He said to me this time, "If my sons are dead, there will be a terrible war in the land." So I said to him, "Your sons aren’t really dead," and I became embarrassed at having lied to him and I said, "I meant they were very sick." Just then his sons came out of hiding and were running about the king at play. I would have kept them hidden but they would not be made to hide away. I became very ashamed and felt like whatever I did I would blunder and cause a war in the land. As I was awaking I was sneaking back into the US on a river. There were multitudes with me, all of us poor Mexicans crossing into the US illegally by river, on a boat. The government was delousing us by dropping chemicals on us from bridges, and the chemicals drugged us and caused us to go into a daze and spell.