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He was a Busy Mouse, Searching Everywhere, Touching his Whiskers to the Grass, and Looking. He was Busy as all Mice are, Busy with Mice things. But Once in a while he would Hear an odd Sound. He would Lift his Head, Squinting hard to See, his Whiskers Wiggling in the Air, and he would Wonder. One Day he Scurried up to a fellow Mouse and asked him, "Do you Hear a Roaring in your Ears, my Brother?"

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When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the West,
it comes with terror like a thunder storm;
but when the storm of vision has passed,
the world is greener and happier;
for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world,
it is like a rain. The world, you see, is happier
after the terror of the storm...you have noticed
that truth comes into this world with two faces.
One is sad with suffering, and the other laughs;
but it is the same face, laughing or weeping.

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...after the Lightning,
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