There was one soul surrounded by evil spirits who, as far as I can judge, had never believed differently than that each and every thing he thought and did was from himself. Then something happened to show clearly to the souls and spirits standing around him, how such a soul is led, and that he says and speaks nothing whatever but what flows in through the spirits around him, unseen by him: one little word only was spoken, and it became visible as is usual in the spiritual heaven; and it was heard how the word that was let down rolled around among the spirits and thus came to all those who were speaking. So the soul in the middle imagined he was speaking from himself, nor could he tell otherwise, he now declares. Presently it was granted him to speak his thoughts in a similar way, but more quickly, so as to show how plainly they can be seen and heard in still more inward regions. The speaking went quickly, just as when a person is thinking - only a little more slowly. It happened in the same way, but then one could see that this encircled soul could not tell otherwise than that it was he who was thinking and speaking. 1747, the 8th day of December.