Chapter 2, Pages 67, 68, 69

Turning around to face the music, I was greeted by the same horrid guard who had welcome me here in the first place.  She began yapping her mouth off right from the start, and I was told to join the others out in the hallway, landing at the back of the line once again, for no particular reason. I knew I had better get a handle on my own affairs, or I’d end up splattering my guts out all over the floor. I then found stability, as always, in my heavenly Father’s love, who’s never ending backup would allow me to press onward. Once I began to manage my feelings again due to answered prayer, I noticed I looked to be with the same lot of arrivals, and without delay, we were escorted to a huge auditorium filled with women from every ethic and economic  background imaginable.

Page 68

I personally didn’t mind standing afar off and thereby lose myself in  the vast crowd. But although from where I stood I could barely make out her face, there was no mistaking her nonsensical attitude in every word she began to speak, and all we could do was listen.

“My name is Dr. Georgiana Taylor, and I am honored to be the director of this one of a small number of new state-of-the-art facilities, National Training Rehabilitation Centers.

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…..The conventuinal past, with all its rights and rituals, must and will be abolished. And from this a new day will dawn, where all the peoples of the earth will at long last be able to live in true peace and harmony.

Page 69

Blah! Blah! Blah, is how she was coming across to me, and tuning her out, I thought, here I am surrounded by the enemy. Knowing I could never concede to the State’s warped interpretation of the Gospel, so what was the point in listening any further. And after blocking out her meaningless drivel, I then began to focus on the Lord and his undying love, knowing because of my unwavering resolution to follow the God of the Bible and His infallible living Word. I was in this thing for the long-term, and because this was so, I also know my physical well-being was also at the whim and subject to mine enemies. The freedom of spirit was my only true possession, and I looked to my only source of inspiration as it is written in Matthew 5:11-12, “Bless are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.”