Early in the morning I was guided into one habitation of the inward heaven* where imagery of a manifold variety prevails, and, in fact, to those spoken of before [274] who had been raised up into a higher habitation. Here they now seem to themselves to build cities, and to give them to others, and even to hide something secret in the city which they want no one to discover, lest it be done violence. There is a kind of innocence about them, and for this reason they are even protected by little children. I stayed with them for a long time, and I could not but love their life, [which was] similar to a sweet sleep. 1747, the 30th day of November. They are all childlike, and do not know anything of evil, being also in a state of ignorance. * See 262, footnote 3.