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In the Night season I heard a Voice crying, Holy! Holy! who can enter where the Terrible Majesty of Holiness doth dwell? Then was presented to me somewhat, all over covered as with Swans Wings, no other proportion seen, and it was said, This all white Nazarite may enter in: here is no Partition-Wall, or Skreen that will intervene. After this
pass'd away, it was opened to me, This was no other then the White Dove Body of the Holy Ghost, that could wing up into the Jerusalem Court, where the Antient of Days did sit, to receive and welcome the Spirit of the Bride, thus embodied and all attired with Plumes of White, signifying the necessity of passing through the Swan-like Washings. Which do make us thus pure and white, for the bringing into this Virgin-state, where nothing is heard to cry, but Holiness to the Most High. For said the Word, No other can enter here, there∣fore see what you must attain to be, Swan-like, keeping upon the River pure, which doth proceed from the Throne. Where do you abide, till you come to the tenth Number washing-Tide, that may present you the all fair and love∣ly Bride to enter in, and looking find, where their needs no more Sea for wash∣ing, but firm Golden Ground there to walk with your Dove-Mate. Who doth wait to see you come up as Sheep from the Washing, each one bearing Twins in the fruitful Nature of the Holy Ghost, from within that overspreading Wing to put