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Photo of Rock in Sabino Canyon courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green.

And the next day Something said, "Go back to the mountain."
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, "Surely, it's a vision; surely, it is." I looked, and I said, "Little dove, where do you come from?" Just as pretty and white, could've been a pigeon, whatever it was, a-way in that wilderness.
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.
There set the dove, setting there looking at me. I walked around; I thought, "Surely, it's a vision." 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't touch him for nothing. I walked on up the trail; looked back, and there he still set watching me. Brother, as a son of Abraham, I consider not what the doctor told me; I'm going to be well anyhow.
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, "Lay your hands against that and pray." God in heaven knows this is true.
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, "What are you leaning against, over your heart?" 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, "Eagle" just exactly what the vision said that the next Message would come forth by.
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, "Eagle" (Dove leading eagle).

Sermon: On the Wings of a Dove, Shreveport, LA, November 28, 1965