This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream, the mind revealing itself to itself. In my vision, I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion. There seemed to emanate from it a light from within, this gleaming, radiant marble. I'd known this place. I had in fact been born and raised there. This was my first return. A reunion with the deepest well-springs of my being. Wandering about, I noticed happily that the house had been immaculately maintained. There'd been added a number of additional rooms, but in a way that blended so seamlessly with the original construction, one would never detect any difference. Returning to the house's grand foyer, there came a knock at the door. My son was standing there. He was happy and carefree, clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy. We embraced, a warm and loving embrace, nothing withheld. We were, in this moment, one. My vision ended, and I awoke with a tremendous feeling of optimism and confidence in you and your future. That was my vision of you. I'm so glad to have had this opportunity to share it with you. I wish you nothing but the very best in all things.
"It could be something metal...and if it's metal, it's painted and it has cold surface. It could be painted metal or plastic. It's cold...and bright. It looks like maybe small toy. The surface is smooth, but has some kind of small bumps. Maybe it's grooves or letters...because the fingers can feel it. It looks like toy, it's painted metal or plastic. That's it, stop." [9]
The item Nikolaev was describing was a green painted toy car. When presented with all six of the objects that Dr. Panov had chosen from, Nikolaev immediately identified the toy car as the selected object.
