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		<title>Believethesign: Photo of Rock in Sabino Canyon courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green. 

&#039;&#039;And the next day Something said, &quot;Go back to the mountain.&quot;&#039;&#039;&lt;br&gt;
&#039;&#039;And that day instead of going one way, I was led to go another way. And I was standing there; and looking,</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Photo of Rock in Sabino Canyon courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green.   &amp;#039;&amp;#039;And the next day Something said, &amp;quot;Go back to the mountain.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;#039;&amp;#039;And that day instead of going one way, I was led to go another way. And I was standing there; and looking,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo of Rock in Sabino Canyon courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And the next day Something said, &amp;quot;Go back to the mountain.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And that day instead of going one way, I was led to go another way. And I was standing there; and looking, setting in the front of me, and there set that seventh little, white dove, looking right at me. I rubbed my eyes; I said, &amp;quot;Surely, it&amp;#039;s a vision; surely, it is.&amp;quot; I looked, and I said, &amp;quot;Little dove, where do you come from?&amp;quot; Just as pretty and white, could&amp;#039;ve been a pigeon, whatever it was, a-way in that wilderness.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;God Almighty, Who raised up Jesus Christ from the dead, Whose servant I am, and His Word laying here open before me, know that I tell the truth and lie not.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;There set the dove, setting there looking at me. I walked around; I thought, &amp;quot;Surely, it&amp;#039;s a vision.&amp;quot; I turned my head; I looked back, and there he set there, them little, white wings, just as snowy as he could be, his little, yellow feet; and little, yellow beak; setting there looking at me. He was watching right straight westward. I walked around him like that; I wouldn&amp;#039;t touch him for nothing. I walked on up the trail; looked back, and there he still set watching me.&lt;br /&gt;
Brother, as a son of Abraham, I consider not what the doctor told me; I&amp;#039;m going to be well anyhow.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;The third day I went back; I was climbing up high. And many of you know the vision about the Indian chief riding that little wall to the west. Something attracted me off to a big rock, about noon time, said, &amp;quot;Lay your hands against that and pray.&amp;quot; God in heaven knows this is true.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I laid my hands against the rock and looked up towards heaven and started praying, and I heard a Voice coming out of the top of the rocks there, said, &amp;quot;What are you leaning against, over your heart?&amp;quot; And I raised back like this, my bare shoulders; naked from my waist up, hot. I looked back. And there was wrote in the quartz, in the stone, white, &amp;quot;Eagle&amp;quot; just exactly what the vision said that the next Message would come forth by.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I was so excited I run home, got a camera, and come back the next day, and took the picture of it. It was still there, wrote in the rock, white, &amp;quot;Eagle&amp;quot; (Dove leading eagle).&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:Sermon: On the Wings of a Dove, Shreveport, LA, November 28, 1965&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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