I had received this download of information (clear knowing) on April 11, 1983 at 3:00 p.m. I trusted that what I would read in the bible was my personal footprints in the sand.
- In a span of eight hours, maximum I'd been forewarned that the events that were about to take place (suicide) was not as it seemed.
- The 'mystery play" was already underway
- It's 8:00 p.m., I'm driving up to our industrial building. I 'see' the doors were closed. I 'hear' the van running.
- Around 10:00 p.m. a friend from my bible study group gives me a poem by Ralph Hodgson (1871-1962).
He came and took me by the hand
Up to a red rose tree
He kept his meaning to himself
But gave a rose to me.
I did not pray him to lay bare
The mystery to me
Enough the rose was heaven to smell
And his own face to see.
The grips (stagehands) continued changing scenes, over the years.