摘要：On April 13th, 1905, at eight o'clock in the morning, a young English woman, Blanche Edith Baughan, was standing among the pine trees of Long Look-out, a hill on Banks Peninsula, New Zealand. She was looking up at the sky, when suddenly 'the heavens opened'. As she recalled later, I was swept up and out of myself altogether into a flood of White Glory. I had no sense of time or place. The ecstasy was terrifying while it lasted. It could have lasted only a minute or two. It went as suddenly as it came. I found myself bathed with tears, but they were tears of joy. I felt one with everything and everybody, and somehow I knew that what I had experienced was Reality and that Reality is perfection. (Hall 104)'
