I had glowed in the clouds of glory I trailed from lives aforetime.

Like any boy, I had been haunted by the other beings I had been at other times.

This had been during my process of becoming, ere the flux of all that I had ever been had hardened in the mould of the one personality that was to be known by men for a few years as Darrell Standing.
Let me narrate just one incident.

It was up in Minnesota on the old farm.

I was nearly six years old.