<TITLE>05. Par 26-27</TITLE>L-26 And then, when we was over there fixing to come back to the Music Hall, I'd... Howard had just let me go as far as I could go, and he touched me on the shoulder, patted me on the side. If you noticed in the room, when the anointing is on, they'll pat me like this [Brother Branham demonstrates--Ed.]; that means it's time to quit, don't say no more, come on. And Howard... Used to be, I'd stand there. He'd just get my hand, and throw me over his shoulder and walk on out (See?), 'cause he knowed I just had enough.
Well, I started to leave the platform when he patted me. I said, "Okay, brother." Started to leave the platform, and a girl--a little girl was setting--standing here crying, a little Mexican girl, looked to be about twelve, fourteen years old, just teenage. And I looked at her, and I said, "What's the matter, honey?" I said, "She's crying, Howard."
"Look, I..." said, "You've had enough. You got another group over there waiting."
And I said, "Bring her up here." And I just reached over, motioned like that, and she come up on the platform. (I believe Brother Wood and them was present; now, they was at the meeting. I don't know whether they was at that time or not. Brother Wood, where are you at tonight? Was--is that right? Yeah, you was there.) And I said, "Bring her up on the platform." Well, I said, "Look, honey. Do you believe that God is able to tell me what your trouble is?" And she just kept her little head down. "Well," I thought, "may--she may be deaf and dumb."

L-27 So I looked again; I seen it was speech. And I said, "Oh, she can't speak English." She couldn't speak one word of English. So... She was from Mexico. So they had an interpreter to come. And I said, "Do you believe, honey, that the Lord Jesus can tell me what your trouble is?"
Well, she spoke back through the interpreter, said, "Yes," she believed it.
And I said, "Can't you speak English at all?" And the interpreter said to her...
She said, "No," She never knowed any words of English; she was from Mexico.
And so, when I... Then the vision started. And I said... They don't interpret the visions (You see?), 'cause you're speaking constantly. Never interpret a vision so--until it's all over, and then they tell them what happened. So then, while I was--I started to speak; I saw a vision. I said, "I see a little girl about six years old. She's got on a scotch plaid dress with black strips of hair hanging down her back and bows of ribbon in it. She's setting by an old fashion fireplace. There's a large kettle, and she's eating yellow corn from it. She eats so much corn till she becomes violently ill. She falls, and her mother lays her on the bed, and she has epileptic fits. And that's what happened to her." See? I said, "You've had epilepsy ever since."
And quickly, before anyone said anything, she looked up to the interpreter, and she said to--in her own language, "I thought he couldn't speak Spanish."
And the interpreter said, "Did you speak Spanish?"
I said, "No, sir. I spoke English."
He said, "Well, she said you spoke Spanish."
I caught it. I said, "Stop the recorders." There was a big bunch of recorders, maybe thirty of them going.
In them days... Brother Roy Roberson, wasn't you there? Yes, Brother Roy Roberson and Sister Roberson and them was there.
So I said, "Stop the recorders. Play it back." And it was actually in English. But you see, then when I started... As long as the vision was going on, I was speaking English, but she was hearing it in Spanish. "How hear we every man in our own tongue wherein we were born." See? And... But as soon as I started speaking myself, then she didn't hear a thing that I said; but while the inspiration was on...


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