Suddenly, with no apparent connection, I stood beneath one of the two chestnut trees which, in my childhood, graced the lawn in front of the boathouse of Dori Kirchmeier the fisher man, at the lake in Chieming. Chieming is a village in South-Bavaria, Germany, where I spent eleven years of my childhood and early youth. The Kirchmeiers were among the leading, influential families in the village. They were instrumental in our suffering anti-Semitic persecution and slander. The tree beneath which I stood I had often climbed as a child and used as a hiding-place. 

I could see Dori Kirchmeier's house, the street that led down to the lake, and the beach road.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the fisherman's house. I observed its movement in amazement. A reddish-yellow-bluish wave of power flashed through the whole house, dove into the ground leaving the house, crossed the beach road, and zig-zagged down the beach into the water, where it exploded in a little fountain, and extinguished.

Over and over again lightning bolts struck in this manner! 

Suddenly - again with no apparent connection - my mother stood beside me. Through a pair of binoculars I showed her heaven, just as I had seen it a little while ago.

Then, she disappeared as unannounced as she had come.

I continued to watch the lightning bolts. Unexpectedly one advanced toward me, assuming various shapes of all different sorts. It stopped in front of me, and like a vicious serpent¹¹⁰ rose up before me, turning into a burning red¹¹¹ fist, which grew bigger and bigger. I was aware of a
powerful threat of danger. I turned and fled. Between the fist and me appeared a barrier of two rugged wooden logs in the form of a "T." It saved me from destruction by this terrible fist.

The moment I fled,  the strangest lightning began. Not mere lightning bolts, but dense and intensive power of electricity flashed upon me. The heavens above shone brilliantly white from the awfully bright light.

I ran for what seemed a while, passing through a valley, when I came to a heap of rocks¹¹² that looked and sparkled like the Heavenly Rock¹¹³. The orderly pile of rocks¹¹⁴ was shaped like that mountain of "faith" Abraham and I had climbed, braced by what looked like the beach road.

Once again I climbed. But it wasn't Abraham's footprints which helped me climb upwards, but those rocks that resembled the one in heaven. Bright flashes of light continued to bear down on me with unbelievable power. I wondered why I hadn’t died from the mounting pressure within me, feeling certain that I would if I could not escape this lightning in time. 

I reached the beach road, bracing the heap of rocks, unscathed. 

The instant I stepped upon the road, I became "weightless" - not an ounce of weight¹¹⁵! The force of gravity seemed to have been deactivated. I took a step --- and floated. One small step turned into a gigantic leap.

With only a few steps I reached the old farmhouse where we used to live. I hated that "storehouse" of evil memories. There, behind lock and bars, were the rejection and loneliness of eleven years of my childhood. 

Beneath the small kitchen window with its iron bars of the second floor apartment, I made a tiny leap. Instantly I reached the window. I looked straight into the room full of memories I sought to forget and, like a little girl --- stuck out my tongue at everything in the room!

Miraculously, a sudden gust of wind blew the house away, and a gloriously bright figure appeared in the spaceless dimension as at the beginning. A Man of majestic stature stood before me, robed in a long garment as bright as the light emanating from the throne, with a sash of gold around His waist. Light radiated from His face and hands¹¹⁶. Even His hair shone white from the brightness¹¹⁷.

I fell on my face, stunned and overcome with awe¹¹⁸. 

The immense joy that I had exprienced from the light of the heavenly throne filled me once again and all fear left¹¹⁹. At once I recognized the features of my Messiah seen twice before: 

"Jesus, my Lord!" I cried out loud.

I feasted my eyes on His beauty and glory. But the love and happiness emanating from His Presence was even greater and my heart overflowed. He looked at me, His eyes radiating like the sun so bright¹²⁰, penetrating even the deepest recesses of my heart and mind. Nothing could be hidden from such a gaze. Nevertheless, I felt boundless happiness beneath His gaze, soaking up His Presence like a sponge.

He spread out His arms wide before me, the scars in His hands once again clearly visible. With a voice resounding like the bronze bell of the second night vision¹²¹, He said to me:

"Now you are free indeed!"

He said no more.

I fell prostrate at His feet, my heart consumed with love, my soul raptured with inexpressible joy and happiness. The tremendous awe created by the Majesty of His Holiness overwhelmed me to the point of expiring. I felt my spirit and breath on the verge of leaving me. I lifted my head. He was gone, and with Him the brightness and spaceless dimension. As I lay on the road I had reached after climbing the heap of rocks, His words rang within me:

"Now you are free indeed!"

And I KNEW it was so.
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