- the guardian, who is genie, my light and father within me burning the oils dripping out my lips pouring out frankincense and myrrh that melt in the heat of two spirits that never end. and the night begin soft as clay while the furnace of the night transformed me brass and tempered steel.
- the night sang to me through music saying "this is going to be a special night" while fast asleep i could feel and hear my wife getting on top of me, yet it ain't me. i can see and hear my wife on me but see her at the top of His tower that had the girth of Babylon that was pushed deep inside her Island paradise foaming with waters flowing in and out of her small fertile cave.
- the lord told me twenty three years ago this would be a special night as me and my wife lay down to sleep. two spirits jump inside our bodies and have sexual intercourse.
