Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Witches of Fairfield, S.C. by Lee R. Gandee

From Fate Magazine January 1970


Psychologists, parapsychologists and students of history are familiar with the witchcraft preoccupation that in the late 17th Century made Salem, Mass., notorious. Few are aware that almost a century later a community in South Carolina experienced a similar preoccupation and in 1792, in the 16th year of the independence of the United States, held witch trials, found guilty and punished the accused. It was not a legal trial but it was conducted like one.

If the story ever has been published I can find no reference to it but it is preserved as part of a manuscript, History of Fairfield County, South Carolina, written sometime before 1854 by Philip Edward Pearson who emigrated from Fairfield County to Matagorda, Tex., and died there that year. Probably he wrote the account while he was practicing law in South Carolina where he served for years as Solicitor of the South Carolina Middle Circuit of which Fairfield County was part. He was born long enough before 1792 to remember one of the accused witches clearly and as one incident mentioned in the trial allegedly occurred in General Pearson's apple orchard on Broad River, a property owned by a close kinsman of his, he was apparently in the midst of the excitement  and may have witnessed some of it.

Before leaving South Carolina he sold his manuscript to Dr. John H. Logan who later also emigrated, settling in Talladega, Ala. Logan had the manuscript in 1874 when Lyman C. Draper -- whose historical manuscript collection is one of the nation's best-known historical source-material collections, now in the library of the Wisconsin Historical Society in Madison, Wis. -- copied about 60 pages of the Pearson account. These pages are included in Volume 24, Series VV of the Lyman C. Draper Manuscripts, beginning at page one. Aside from a contemporary news item in the South Carolina Gazette in which the witches are all described as over 80 years old, and possibly in the court records at Camden, S.C., because of the suit brought by Mary Ingelman against John Crossland, there is little likelihood of other documentation.

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In 1792 Fairfield County was across Broad River from Lexington County (an arm of Richland County now separates them), where a generation earlier a bizarre cult called the Gifted Brethren practiced incredible excesses, deifying three of its leaders as God the Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost. This bizarre group practiced hypnosis and before it was broken up its leaders hanged or banished for the murders  they committed, many of the "gifted" members had come to be considered witches. Colonial records suggest that Mary Ingelman was a native of Lexington or a member of a family who had lived there and it seems possible that the imputation of witchcraft followed her when she moved to Fairfield, about 20 miles from the headquarters of the Gifted Brethren. In any case, she was the principal one of the accused, the others being  an old Mr. Harding and his wife and an old crone named Sally Smith.  

Lawyer Pearson stated that from the time of the first settlement of Fairfield there always had been persons reputed to be witches living there but that up to 1792 their activities had been considered harmless, more in the nature of white hex than of black magic. In 1792, however, a number of strange phenomena occurred; women began to act possessed. Presently about one person in 20 yielded to unreason and organized to stamp out witchcraft.

Apparently they realized they might be held accountable for their acts for in assembling their evidence they took depositions and also kept written records of the testimony at the trial of the four accused. Pearson had access to these depositions and the testimony and repeats enough of it to allow reconstruction of a few of the incidents on which the charges were based.

The "judge" chosen to decide the cases was a respectable planter, Thomas Hill, whose home was five miles from Winnsboro. He was a slaveholder and a man of considerable property. The accused were brought to his plantation for trial, Mary Ingelman from a distance of about 15 miles. A jury was selected and John Crossland, a poor man, apparently young and strong and perhaps a tenant on Hill's land, was named "sheriff" and "executioner." The "trial" was conducted at night in a hut or outbuilding on the Hill plantation.

Mary Ingelman was accused by Rosy Henley and her sister of having placed a spell on them. Of the two Rosy was the worse affected and the evidence suggests that she was psychically disturbed -- if not actually possessed by devils. The manuscript reads: "Lying in her bed she could not be prevented by the utmost exertions of four strong men from rising up and clinging to the ceiling. They were both bitten on the neck and shoulders and stuck over with pins and splinters. Their case was dreadful . . ."

Anyone can fake and two sisters could bite each other unobserved and if they were willing to undergo the discomfort, could stick pins and splinters into themselves or each other. but it is hardly possible to fake a levitation convincingly enough to withstand the efforts of four strong men to prevent it and equally difficult to give the impression of clinging to a ceiling while four men attempt to pull one down.

There seem to be only two possibilities: The individual supposed to be levitating, the four strong men and all witnesses were hypnotized and conditioned by suggestion to believe there was a levitation. Or the levitation actually occurred.

It is not possible to say whether autosuggestion could or could not simultaneously control the participants and witnesses of a supposed levitation. Hex and voodoo seem to utilize telepathic suggestion in a way which makes this possible but from admitting this it is only a short step to believing witchcraft. Rosy Henley may have been unconsciously overwhelming the sense-impressions of those around her and filling their consciousness with the fantasies of her own mind but the psychic energy necessary to cause this probably could produce an actual levitation just as readily. Whether Mary Ingelman had any part in it at all seems doubtful.

Pearson makes it clear that he believed the levitations occurred. In fact, a wizard not brought to trial, one Joe Fairs of Lower Fairfield, was accused of affecting tow of Drury Walker's daughters in the same manner. Pearson said, "It took four strong men to prevent her (the worse afflicted one) from rising out of her bed to the ceiling. Sometimes she would rise up the wall, slide across the ceiling and descend the opposite wall without injury. There was no doubt as to these phenomena at Walker's."

For a circuit court lawyer to risk his reputation by making such a statement indicates he had complete confidence in the truth of those who reported these levitations. He also must have believed persons still living could and would verify his claim.

Aside from the levitations of the Henley and Walker sisters, the most unusual phenomena occurred in the case of Willing Haw "alias Martha Holley." She testified that after Mary Ingelman bewitched her she ". . . put up (vomited) balls of hair with pins sticking out, was all over the neck and shoulders stuck full of pins and splinters and deprived of all peace and comfort . . . "

The other testimony reads like all testimony in witch trials for as far back as records go. Adam Free, Mary Ingelman's son by a previous marriage, testified that his mother once asked him for one of his cows. When he refused Mary immediately cast a spell on it causing it to spring up convulsively, fall and break its neck.

His son, Jacob Free, testified that his grandmother once turned him into a horse and rode him to Pearson's apple orchard on Broad River six miles from his home. The manuscript relates quaintly, "While she was filling her bag with apples, his eye was attracted by the beautiful red apples that hung over him. He put up his long horse head to obtain a stealthy supply and while he was attempting to do so, she drove a punch into his cheek from the effects of which he did not soon recover."

One is tempted to say that a young man must really be bewitched to make such a statement or impelled by motives that a psychiatrist would find interesting.

However, it remained for Isaac Collins to accuse Mary Ingelman of consorting with Satan. "He testified that on one occasion he took his trusty rifle and went out on a deer hunt around McTyre's old field. He saw a deer and tried several times to fire at it but the rifle would not fire. He suspected witchcraft so he removed the ball, split it  and inserted a sliver of silver. The then fired; the deer vanished; in its place a large black cat appeared with its front leg wounded and the cat limped away.

"A day or two later he was plowing corn and became thirsty. He went to a spring near the field and while he was resting there Mary Ingelman came up with her arm in a sling and told him that he was to blame for her injury and that she would not forget it.

"He testified that after that she turned him into a horse and rode him to a grand convention of witches. Where, he could not say, but he thought somewhere in North America; and on the way the Devil rode up by her side and observed, 'Mother Ingelman, you have a splendid horse.'

" 'Ah,' she said, 'This is that rascal Collins!' "

Faced with this a accusation Mary Ingelman offered no defense, nor did any of the others to the charges made against them. They were adjudged guilty and sentenced to be punished.

As punishment they first were tied by the wrists and hanged to joists in the building where they were flogged, the newspaper account says, brutally. They were taken down, "then placed with their feet to a bark fire and confined there until the soles popped off." After this torture they were released and allowed to crawl away. The Hardings and Mary Ingelman escaped further abuse but Sally Smith was found some distance from the Hill plantation by a vindictive man who "cast her down and placed a pine log across her neck. She could not stir and the next day was relieved by a benevolent person passing along the path."

Despite this treatment none of the four victims died as a direct result of it and the witch-hunters began to consider  action against Hezekiah Hunt and his wife, Mourning Hunt, who were strongly suspected.

Evidently the group felt that public opinion protected them. Of the four only Mary Ingelman attempted to have anyone brought to justice for the outrages committed upon her. In all Camden District she found only one magistrate who would issue a warrant for anyone's arrest. He was The Rev. William Yongue, a Presbyterian minister, so shocked by the circumstances that he ignored public opinion. He issued a warrant for the arrest of John Crossland who was tried in the County Court, found guilty of aggravated assault and sentenced to be fined five pounds. He never paid it but fled "the far west," which in 1792 meant Georgia or Alabama. Pearson expressed some sympathy for him saying that ". . . other better-informed men than Crossland also participated . .  ." and were not punished.

Early in the account Mr. Pearson referred to Mrs. Ingelman as " . . . the dreadful old Mary Ingelman" but apparently this was intended as irony. In concluding his account he wrote: "Some persons now living may remember the great witch Mary Ingelman. She was a remarkably neat, tidy and decent old lady. She was of German extraction and probably a native of Germany. Her conversation was pleasant, entertaining, instructive; her manners mild, simple and agreeable. Her knowledge in pharmacy was considerable and her application of simples in the cure of country complaints was the result of much observation and gratuitous practice. . . ." He added that she was a pious old soul and that when her spirit left this earth it probably went to a better place.

In Salem, Rebecca Nurse was described in much the same way and Rebecca Nurse was put to death. Being a "remarkably neat, tidy and decent" person is no protection, nor is benevolence and piety when a community falls under the spell of a witch-hunt.

In Salem horror and excess brought about its own reaction. In Fairfield the delusion was broken by a a wise minister, "Preacher Woodward," who announced that he would preach on witchcraft and thus attracted a huge crowd. The crowd was keyed to a high pitch of expectancy and the minister began by admitting that sorcery and magic exist, that indeed there are witches. However, he declared with mock seriousness, people should not imagine that old or ugly women were witches. What woman with supernatural powers would use them to make herself ugly or old, he asked the congregation. Rather, he said, suspect beautiful girls of witchcraft, since with a look and a few words murmured in a certain way they can draw boys away from their families, turn them first into lackeys and at last into lifelong toilers. Wizards, he averred, are not to be found among old, broken men but among the young and handsome who with a touch and a murmur can deprive a girl of her senses and turn the most lissome and carefree maiden into a servant and a household drudge.

The tension broke. The crowd laughed and the Fairfield witch-hunt was over. No more did Rosy Henley and the Walker girl rise to the ceiling. No more did William Haw "put up balls of hair with pins sticking out." Witchcraft and laughter cannot coexist.

For 15 years I have studied Hex among the descendants of people such as Mary Ingelman. I once would have dismissed the Fairfield matter as sheer delusion. Now I cannot. I have seen Hex in South Carolina used to remove warts, to stanch bleeding and to cure the effects of burns. I know men who are graduates of reputable universities and of seminaries who tell me they have no doubt whatsoever that a generation ago there were persons in the area who could extinguish fire with an incantation. Men in whose truthfulness I believe have told me their parents could order a broom out of its corner to stand upright and move to music. I have sat in a darkened room with a grave lamp and a dead man's mirror and listened as a youth described buildings, persons and activities from the past as they swam into view in the mirror, while an ecstatic old man identified these visions as places and persons he knew 40 years before the boy was born. And what I have seen has changed my point of view. I now believe that what happened in Fairfield was as Pearson said; the women actually levitated or seemed to do so; William Haw did vomit balls of hair what appeared to be that to all present; young Jacob Free actually experienced being turned into a horse and being struck on the cheek. I do not consider any of this witchcraft. Rather, what here is called witchcraft is a manifestation of psychic energy following its own set of laws and producing effects that seem strange only because they are not yet understood.

Only when reality is better understood can men expect to know more about the principles that govern such phenomena. Fortunately man's comprehension of the nature of reality is widening every day and pioneers in the field already have made great advances. At Yale University the Foundation for Integrative Education works tirelessly in this direction. Its journal, Main Currents in Modern Thought, presents articles which closely identify science, philosophy and religion as facets of the same reality. In order to understand reality, life and man himself must be understood in a new context in this context driven consciousness is a force field moving in a universe that is itself a force field in which ideas are polarized determinants.  

I have found in Hex that these determinants can affect the states of force fields, as man deliberately or carelessly applies them. If a man deliberately polarizes his thoughts to a certain objective, by so much he affects the whole universal force field. His thoughts move in the direction of becoming things. In the case of ectoplasm the materialization may be sufficient to be visible, even tangible.

It is not at all by accident that Isaac Collins believed he saw a deer which then turned into a black cat. He had heard from infancy the association of black cats with witches and it would have been unthinkable to have the deer turned into a raccoon or a squirrel. There is a monotonous sameness about the transformations. A person who believes that he has been ridden by a witch invariably is turned into a horse, never into a camel or an elephant. the horse is the conceptual stereotype of the witch-mount and the consciousness accepts it as in the case of Jacob Free in whose fantasy subconcious fear identifies the self as the symbolic mount and the object of the fear as the symbolic rider. It is very like a dream experience, full of symbolism, allegory and imagery.

Collins was polarized to attract a strange company of images. Singularly he spoke of the meeting to which he though Mary Ingelman rode him as a "convention of witches" and a "very grand affair" -- hardly the usual description of a sabbat. Egotistically he believed that the devil called him a "splendid" horse. One almost feels that if he had been the rider instead of the ridden he would have enjoyed the "convention" greatly.

In the earlier delusion, when the Gifted Brethren created a different psychic polarity, the deluded met angels instead of Satan on their fantastic journeys and instead of finding themselves at witches' conventions they imagined themselves in the New Jerusalem. Thin is the line between obsession and ecstasy. One is compelled to believe that if one enters the psychic world one's polarity determines whether one's experiences will be with devils or with saints.

The Fairfield incident should not be regarded as only a footnote to history nor dismissed as the delusion of ignorant frontiersmen. Its phenomena merit study.

Hex, magic, religion, all are dependent upon the polarizing effect of concepts. A Hex incantation, a prayer, a grave lamp, a sanctuary light, all of these can alter human force fields and polarize them, presumably to some degree universally. I believe man can exercise a very considerable control over this experience.










Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Christ of Olympia Avenue by Lee R. Gandee

From Fate Magazine February 1957


On September 23, 1954, my physician advised me to visit Dr. Penrod G. Hepfer, a leading psychiatrist of Columbia, S.C., where I was working. My own doctor told me that further medical treatment was useless, as my trouble was psychosomatic and not responsive to ordinary treatment.

I had been of this opinion for some time. I knew that I was suffering mental distress. I had planned to teach, but circumstances had prevented me, and I detested my work. Even worse, my domestic situation was unhappy. Divorce seemed inevitable, and I felt sure that the court would award my wife custody of our two daughters. We never had a son and that fact, with the apparent certainty that we never should have any more children, plunged me into profound melancholy. I felt that I was to blame for my troubles. I suffered a relentless shame and feeling of guilt because of my past actions. I dreaded having it known that I needed psychiatric treatment, but my doctor offered hope from it, mentioning certain tranquilizing drugs that Dr. Hepfer was prepared to administer. I felt that if any relief was possible, it was worth any price, so I agreed to see him.

I visited Dr. Hepfer on October 4. We had a long preliminary conversation. At the end of it, he smiled and shook his head. "I supposed you to be disturbed," he murmured, "but on the contrary, you are very stable. Basically you are quite religious and your trouble may be aggravated by feelings of guilt because of that. However, if deep religious feeling accounts for your problem, it also can provide the means to treat your case. As I see it, your trouble is not mental at all, but if I may say so, spiritual, and I advise you to turn to spiritual means to remedy it. You are an unusual man; a sensitive man; a very distressed man, but a thoroughly rational one. I could give you drugs, but they could only allay symptoms. They could not reach the cause. I could psychoanalyze you for you years and perhaps help you understand the cause for your feelings, but psychiatry is expensive. You are already quite conscious of what causes your trouble, and you are able to cope with it. You know what will give you peace of mind. Find that, and your symptoms will disappear. I do not wish to treat your case."

As I listened, I realized that Dr. Hepfer was an honest man. I needed him.

"I must come back!" I protested. "I must have someone to talk with. I have no one!"

"No one?" he smiled.

I understood him. As I walked out into the late afternoon sunlight I squared my shoulders. Yes, there was One. I looked down the street where the sun filtered through flowering crepe myrtle trees and touched the bright roses of late autumn. They glowed with unusual  beauty and I tried to awake myself to a sense of belonging to the creation of which they spoke. Instead, I felt that I was the only thing there that did not share the joy of God. I lifted up my face and cried silently, "Lord, you know that my cross is heavy. Have pity upon me. Forgive my sins, and give me some token of your presence. Help Me! There is no other help. Hear me, and help me, for there is no other one left to whom I can turn!"

Presently my black mood lifted a little, and I went on to Olympia Armory to a National Guard meeting that I was obliged to attend. During the evening, talking with my fellow officers, I felt respite from my depression. After I left the armory I went for a walk through the deserted streets before returning home.

As I walked I reviewed the day's experience. My trouble was recognized. I knew where I stood. "I ought to have turned to You for help in the first place!" I muttered. I considered the nature of God: Love and Intelligence, omnipotent, and omnipresent. The word omnipresent mocked me. It seemed difficult to believe the words of Jesus,". . .I am with you always, even unto the end of the world."

"Perhaps He is," I thought, "but who can say? Who ever saw Him?"

I walked up Olympia Avenue. It is a shadowy street. Trees hide the street lamps. But ahead of me I noticed a light. It seemed to move. At first I took it to be a trick of stirring shadows. However the trees were motionless as if painted on a stage backdrop. Not a leaf moved. The light grew brighter as I approached it. I quickened my steps and a thrill of excitement ran through me. Before I had gone half a block further I saw clearly what was causing the brightness.

The entry in my daily journal describes it as thus: "I saw, as if it were tangible, a large shining cross before me. It remained as I advanced two or three blocks, floating upright, somewhat taller than a man, at a slight distance above the ground. It was a distinct form, of a clear golden color, and it appeared to be made of light transmuted into a substance. Gleaming from this luminous center, it radiated shimmering light that passed through the spectrum to a soft blue at the outer limit of visibility. It was incredibly beautiful."

It finally faded but I was still conscious of radiance. To one side, slightly behind me, I saw a figure, a man, standing under the trees. It was very bright and I was spellbound. I felt breathless and as if I might faint.

As from a great distance, or as from within, I heard a voice say, "No man comes to me except by the Cross." His lips moved to shape these words but I am certain that I did not hear them with my physical ear. My spirit heard them.

Then the glorious one smiled and raised his arm in a gesture of benediction, after which the vision grew dim and vanished.

I was dazed, but I found myself in front of the familiar gate and blue house of my friend, Mr. W.C. Lamb, at 1140 Olympia Avenue. The house was dark, as were all its neighbors, and their occupants were sleeping. I shall never know whether anyone else could have seen the vision that I saw but I do believe that had they been awake they could have seen it.

For I truly believe that Christ actually stood under the oaks at 1140 Olympia Avenue, in Columbia, S.C., long enough to heal a sick soul, and to bless it for all eternity.

This happened two years ago and I might now consider it to have been subjective, an hallucination induced by my state of mind, my nervous tension, my fatigue, and the suggestion created by prayer, were it not for the fact that since then every condition of my life has been transformed. And during the transformation I have had the certainty that I am not alone. I have seen no more visions but I have had other experiences almost as extraordinary.

Immediately after the vision I plunged into religious study both of the Bible and metaphysics. One book stated that when a condition is about to be changed by spiritual action, it seems to grow worse before it begins to grow better. Such was the case with all my affairs. My domestic situation grew stormier, my work more distasteful, my finances more limiting, and my health more precarious. Nevertheless, I felt inner peace, and the words of the Psalmist glowed like fire wen I closed my eyes: "God is our refuge and our strength, a very present help in trouble."



One evening in the winter I was returning home from the store a block from my home, when I stopped to look up at the beauty of the full moon. As I stood, I heard a voice saying "Though the Lord give you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction, yet shall not thy teachers be removed into a corner any more, but thine eye shall see thy teachers: and thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, this is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left."

Startled, I turned to see who spoke but the street was empty. I was soon to know what this meant.

The next day instinct warned me that I was going to lose the job on which I depended and I felt impelled to inquire again about teaching. I meant to find out what I lacked to qualify for teaching but to my astonishment I was told that I had been fully qualified all along. I had been misinformed, had taken the misinformation for truth and had been working at unpleasant jobs unnecessarily for three years, since I first settled in South Carolina.

My job was terminated, my intuition had been timely and reliable. I decided not to take any action without further guidance, and made almost a game of testing various possibilities, rejecting several enticing offers.

Presently my wife grew vexed and asked me to promise to visit an employment agency on a certain date. The date arrived , but my plan was halted by a command, as I started to rise from my bed that morning, "Stay right in bed! Do not even get up."

I stayed in bed.

The man with whom I usually rode to Columbia drove up and blew for me. I heard my wife go out and tell him that I would not go. That morning on his way to town, he missed, by about a moment, an accident which seriously injured the occupants of two automobiles. I shall always wonder whether the moment's delay at my house prevented him from being involved in the accident, and whether, if I had been with him, I might have been killed or seriously injured.

The next day, however, I prepared to go to satisfy my wife but a the last moment the command came again, "Do not go. Wait for the mail to run."

I waited. The mailman brought an offer of a teaching position in Great Mills, Md., which I accepted by telephone. It was my first teaching experience. I taught there for six weeks substituting for a teacher who was in the hospital. The day that he returned I was asked to come to Camden, S.C. The school was Camden Academy, a fine private school for boys.

I came to Camden Academy in April, 1955, as a substitute teacher. Now I am the superintendent of the Academy. I have seen what God can do, for it is certainly unusual that a man should come to a first-rate school with only six weeks experience as a teacher, and after a few months find himself its superintendent.

My work is a great pleasure to me. My quarters are pleasanter than my former home; my finances are on a sound footing; my health is perfect; and as for the school itself, its enrollment is almost double what it was a year ago. Anything that a man blesses is blessed for him, and gives a blessing in return.

My satisfaction in my work alone would not make me happy if my family difficulties also had not come to an end. Only by reading my daily journal can I believe that less than two years ago divorce seemed a certainty. My home and family are a source of happiness to me; we have found love and harmony. No man could ask for a richer experience than our marriage has become.

About a year ago I began to study some obscure texts in the Bible concerning the ancient Hebrew ritual of placing stones of witness. My studies led me to perform a peculiar ceremony, after their meaning penetrated my consciousness. I said in the beginning that the great disappointment of my old life was that I had no son, and could not expect to have one. Now I said to myself I shall set stones of witness and pray to God and he will answer me with a son.

Accordingly, I found seven small stones and made them into a heap and said over them: "Behold, it is written, 'I say unto you, that God is able of these stones to raise up children." Then I prayed, and when I had finished, I said, "Be these stones witnesses that I say the words of the Lord: 'Whatsoever things ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.' As long as these stones are upon earth, they shall be witnesses that I pray believing. I shall yet have a son. Amen."

The entry in my journal shows that I did this on September 9th, 1955. For several days nothing happened but the stones were hidden in my room and occasionally I looked at them.

Then on October 4th, 1955, on the anniversary of my vision of Christ, these words came to me: "He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. . . .For the Lord of Hosts hath purposed and who shall disannul it? And his hand is stretched out, and who shall turn it back? For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. . .For he said, I have no son to keep my name in remembrance."

It is all recorded in my journal.

Our doctor estimates that my wife conceived our son on the sixth of October. Before he was born I named him Michael Stephen---Michael, which means. "Who is like unto God?" and Stephen, "A Crown" for he is the crown of triumphant faith for me.

Soon after my wife and I knew we were to have another child. I was promised that hail should fall on the day of his birth, so that I might know that God gave him to us in an answer to prayer, that his conception was not by chance.

Michael Stephen was born on June 19, 1956. As my wife lay in labor, the sky turned an angry yellow, the air became icy. No hail fell in Camden but it lashed nearby communities. When my sister-in-law visited us from North Carolina she said that it hailed there on the 19th. When my mother arrived from West Virginia she complained of the bitter cold that had accompanied the great hailstorm that fell upon our ancestral home, Gandeeville, on the 19th of June. After I had seen my son the chilly wind seemed to blow from God, saying, "Henceforth call your stones stones of testimony!"

So I testify:

The Lord of Hosts is a loving God. He sent his son for the redemption of the world. He was crucified dead and buried. The third day he arose again from the dead. I know. I have seen him!