A whispered warning... What does it mean? Was it a faint reality or was it a vivid dream? She was a beautiful machine with fixed tight lips ,perky breast ,and uncuttable iron wrist. A piece of peace ******* in by God. A singing voice that seemed to pass threw my every pore ,but faintly spoke. A message delivered with excellence. "Come to me me and taste that the Lord is good!" A fascinating warning! What does it mean? Mary a machine? How can it be?