Again last night,* the three leaders, A., J. and M., who were near me, were thrust down. Two of them were also deprived of their power of understanding, so that they were silly - as is normally the case with devils when the faculty of understanding is taken from them and they are left with only instinct. A. was the exception, who still had use of his understanding. Others were substituted in their place to receive those who came, but these substitutes complained that they could do nothing for them. They describe how they come in bands and ask where A. J. M. are, and how extremely ugly they look, ugly beyond description. They are completely devoid of understanding, unable to discern anything of what is true and good. Therefore they are rather to be wept over. As if insane, they scurry about through the streets of what they think to be the city Jerusalem, and beg. But no one receives them and, as they say, is willing to feed them. Their city is miserable, the streets narrow. 1748, the 15th day of January. * See 281, 461-64, 466, 469.