On the night of March 3, 1911, I was wrapped in vision. I found myself in the wake of a large multitude of people. While wondering in my mind what this great multitude meant, I saw descending from heaven two messengers or angels, alighting on the ground on either side of an individual. They immediately arose from the ground and ascended gradually out of sight. This was done several times; but there seemed to be one that was directing these messengers, and I saw him coming towards me, and I said to him, "Where are you taking these people?"

He said to me, "Come and see."

He kept about one step ahead of me, and we arose from the earth, as did the others that I had seen, and when we had arrived at the stopping place, I looked around me, and the whole face of the country appeared to be level, set with a sod of blue grass about three inches high; a beautiful place, such as I never had seen. The light was of that mellow kind, not dazzling or brilliant sunlight, but one in which I could see so far, and this country seemed to be alike.

I noticed here and there little groups of people. They seemed to be in conversation with each other, and small children playing about perfectly happy— nothing to hinder or mar their pleasure. And these messengers that I had seen come and take one, I saw three different places among these little groups where the one that they brought was received joyfully. There seemed to be great rejoicing when they would bring a person to them.

And I said to this one that was with me, "What is this?"

He said, "This is Paradise."

I turned and looked him square in the face, and to my astonishment it was David Wight, and I said to him:

"David, is this you?"

He smiled and said, "Yes."

I said, "We missed you. We needed your service below."

He said, "Say to my people that I'm just as busy here as I was there."

He looked to me just as natural as he did in life when we were associated together here upon earth. I said to him:

"David, I believe I will just stay here now while I am here."

"Not now," he said, "Not now."

He seemed to have the direction and authority to take them.

I said to him, "David, what does this great concourse of people below mean?"

He said, "It is mammon, mammon."

They all seemed to be going in one direction, pushing and crowding each other to get to some place. He gave me to understand that this was the condition of the world, that their only thought was to accumulate things of this life.