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I was drifting off to sleep on my side and my mind wandered.  I was thinking maybe about fall, then dried ears of corn on the cob, then by a process I cannot recall, I ended up seeing an image of a young Joseph Smith gathering with his family in their home.  At that point, our light–which has just gone balky–suddenly turned on and the image in front of my eyes was washed away by bright white light flooding through eyelids.  Or so I thought.

But when I opened my eyes the room was dark.

There was no spiritual feeling that came with the image.  Nothing to make one believe it had a symbolic meaning about the Restoration.  So I was left to wonder what it means.

Maybe it means nothing at all.

Maybe there is sometimes leakage from the Spirit.

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