May 7 de 1865
May 7 should meet all of the island facing the city in Alameda for the blessing. Everything was ready for the role, but the sky was overcast and threatening rain. I was afraid not to meddle in it the devil to hinder the function, and conjured in the name of my Beloved the clouds and winds, the storm and air. We were going more than three thousand people in procession to the city, and we had an hour and a half away and rainy, and it bothered me. "Cloud, do not give me grief. You be obedient to the voice of God which prohibits sending water. " He answered my beloved: - Do not bother us the clouds, on the contrary, we serve. Did not you see how calm the atmosphere, what a good time? The heat had burnt down this road, and clouds have become our umbrella and parasol.
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