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Meditation.
On an evening before Easter Day, I sat at a table, and as was my habit, I was conversing sufficiently with my Creator in my humble prayer, and meditating upon many great mysteries (of which the Father of Light, His Majesty, A biblical reference to God as the source of all enlightenment (James 1:17). has allowed me to see not a few). Now, having wished to prepare in my heart an unleavened, unspotted cake The "unleavened cake" (Küchlein) is a metaphor for a pure soul, referencing the bread used during the Passover and Easter season. together with my dear Easter Lamb, there suddenly came such a terrible wind that I thought for certain the mountain, into which my little house was dug, would burst apart from the great force. But because such things, and similar works of the Devil (who has done me much harm), did not trouble me, I took courage and remained in my meditation; until, contrary to my habit, someone touched me on the back, by which I was so terrified that I hardly dared to look around; yet I composed myself as joyfully as human weakness can be in such matters. And as this thing plucked at my coat several times, I looked around;
The Herald original: "Præconi"
and there was a beautiful, magnificent woman, whose dress was entirely blue and set with golden stars, like the hea[vens]—