12 November 1860
One afternoon I was in a Cathedral waiting for the service to begin. The final blessing was to be given as usual after having done a mission. My spirit was lifted to the throne of God: a respectable old man was there, with myriads of angels administering to him. One of them came to me and brought in his hands a cloth as white as snow, and dressed me with it. He gave me a band of purest gold, a kind of stole. Dressed up as such, I was called by the one seated on the throne, and I presented myself standing, upon the altar. The old man made a sign and gave me the blessing in his name.
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