ABSTRACT
I went to see Mother when she was at Ashfield {Massachusetts}, & while <con-versing> with her, spoke a few words concerning Philip Matthewson’s father, Thomas M. who had been dead many years. Soon after, Mother said “When you spoke to me in relation to Thomas Matthewson I felt his lost state, & labored for him as faithfully as ever I did for my own soul.” One evening the people assembled in the meeting house, while I remained in the dwelling. I soon felt the power of God move my hands up & down like the motion of wings. I felt as if I had wings that appeared as bright as gold, on both hands. I let my hands go as the power directed them. Those wings parted through darkness to a ditch of hell, where I saw souls in agony.
