A fountain of gardens watered by the rivers of divine pleasure, and springing up in all the variety of spiritual plants; blown up the pure breath into a paradise, sending forth their sweet savours, and strong odours, for soul-refreshing. By Jane Lead.

July the 30th. 1676.

This Day being filled with great Zeal, Love, and Power, finding Faith mightily raised to believe that some good thing was nearer to be revealed to us that were diligent and servent in Spirit; While we were met together in our private Exercises, the Powers did open and stir. In which interim, I saw in the Spirit of my Mind, one in the Figure of a Man, but not in gross Corporality, but rather like a Seraphick, or as a fl•…•…ming Body, pouring out a Vial of Oyl in the colour of Amber, upon our Heads. Which Sight was a satisfying Resolve to the large and big expectation, for the pouring out of the Spirit. This Word attending it, wait still, for with this ye are to be filled, preserve it pure in your Vessels, and it shall never cease to run, so long as your Needs require. For this is the inspirating Power, that will fill with Ghostly Might to do the Father's Will. Great Michael-like,

who may proclaim, that he is come to give, and shed abroad of this Oyl, that will give Light and Joy, all full and sweet.