I had a dream, where angels talked to me, or rather, more like whispers. Where suddenly, the nature of the world changed right from underneath me. It was as if all danger were gone from anywhere, all substance were now ultimately safe. This I mark as the instant that I was saved, materially, when my life started in the Kingdom of Heaven. Whatever the world could do to me from that point on, it was as Paul said, that any kind of such suffering — to whatever degree — was to be considered trivial compared to what was destined for me in life eternal. I didn’t understand this at the time, that that was what was happening; I realized only years later that it was so: salvation visited me that early morning, asleep, in dream, and that after that, though buffeted however much by the world, nothing could touch me.
