July 22, 1975

     Last night Jesus spoke to me – a conversation – for the first time.   It was about 2:30 in the morning and I had awoken because it was stifling hot in the bedroom.   Peter awoke too, I think, but he soon fell back asleep.   I, on the other hand, felt very restless – I felt drawn to pray a little so I raised my eyes to the ceiling and held one hand over my heart.  

     "Jesus," I thought and He answered and right away we began to talk – in my mind – only later did I think to ask Him why He spoke this way.   He said He used words I would understand.   Then He said if He used His real voice I would be too frightened.