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This morning I found myself outside of myself in the middle of a road on which there were many little dogs biting one another, and at the head of this road there was a religious who could see them biting one another; he could hear them and was troubled, seeing things with natural sight, while they were talking without deepening and scrutinizing things well, and without a supernatural light that would allow them to know the truth.
In the meantime I heard a voice say: “These are all priests who are biting one another.” It seemed that that religious was a visitor who, as he saw the priests biting, lacked divine assistance.
