In July, 1998, on the top floor of the old St. Elizabeth's
Hospital here in Hannibal, I attended an Open House for an agency that provides
assistance to individuals who wish to live independently, thus the name for
this agency, NorthEast Independent Living Services (NEILS), its office actually
located in what was the maternity ward of this one-time hospital, where four of my five
siblings and I were born between 1954 -- 1964. One woman who attended this Open
House was from St. Charles, Missouri (about 90 miles away), tall and slender,
in her late 30s or so, and wearing a long-length sun dress and a stylish straw
hat with a wide brim, and who had a relative who received services from NEILS.
While I was sitting on the floor, leaning my back against the wall near where this woman was standing, I gave her a Matthew 24:29-30a prophecy card, explained it to her as briefly as I could (as I've had much practice doing so with total strangers during the previous six years) and I finished by telling her, "If you had the time, I would tell you why I've been motivated to mail this card with short letters to embassies of key foreign nations in Washington, D.C. since 1992."
This woman replied, "I've got about 15 minutes."
I proceeded to do just that, explaining to her the process of my discovery, including the key exchanges between my psychiatrist and me between October, 1989 through June, 1991, and also the pivotal conversation that I had with a Catholic priest in Poplar Bluff, Missouri in February, 1991 in which this priest gently pointed out to me that none of the prophets mentioned in the Bible had obtained a piece of paper from a psychiatrist that stated that he or she was, indeed, a Bible prophet, which shocked me greatly at that time. When I got to the point with her in which I learned, around the age of 10, that my mother had conditionally dedicated my life to be a Catholic priest when she feared for my survival when I was born, I told this woman that that terrified me greatly because I feared Catholic priests and have had a lifelong fear of public speaking.
This woman told me, "You're doing just fine now," in which she and I could not help but smile, slightly, at each other.
When I got to the end of explaining the process of my discovery with this woman, I concluded with my psychiatrist's unsolicited advice for me at the end of my last session with him, which was, "Don't talk about it," and I added, "I see two reasons why he gave me that advice:
1) If I am wrong, bad things happen to me if I talk about it.
2) If I am correct and I talk about it, bad things happen to me."
This woman observed, "You lose either way." And I nodded my head in agreement.
By this time, this woman needed to head back home and I walked with her out of this closed-down hospital building and as I sat down outside the glass entrance door at the top of a small set of concrete steps in front of the building, overlooking the street where her SUV was parked, I gave her a copy of my four page mass mailing letter to the embassies of 175 foreign nations in Washington, D.C., dated April 16, 1998 (which I kept in a small satchel that I often carried with me at that time), which she kindly thanked me for. I also decided to give her one of my Revelation 12:5 // 1/2 Revelation 11:3 business cards. As this woman walked down the steps towards her SUV, I explained to her, "I'm really just doing the same thing that John the Baptist did in that I am heralding Christ's Second Coming. After enough medicine and psychotherapy, it's really not that hard to do."
As I finished my sentence, this woman had just reached the outside of her SUV's driver's door. She then turned back around and slowly retraced her steps in her long dress and she slowly climbed back up the flight of concrete steps to where I was sitting and after she reached me, she stopped and extended her hand out to me. I smiled at her as this woman and I held each other's hand, she and I slightly smiling just a bit at each other, both of us motionless for 4 or 5 seconds. (I certainly was not accustomed to this kind of a reaction after explaining my belief system to others.)
She then gracefully descended back down the steps and got into her SUV and she began her long trip home.
While I was sitting on the floor, leaning my back against the wall near where this woman was standing, I gave her a Matthew 24:29-30a prophecy card, explained it to her as briefly as I could (as I've had much practice doing so with total strangers during the previous six years) and I finished by telling her, "If you had the time, I would tell you why I've been motivated to mail this card with short letters to embassies of key foreign nations in Washington, D.C. since 1992."
This woman replied, "I've got about 15 minutes."
I proceeded to do just that, explaining to her the process of my discovery, including the key exchanges between my psychiatrist and me between October, 1989 through June, 1991, and also the pivotal conversation that I had with a Catholic priest in Poplar Bluff, Missouri in February, 1991 in which this priest gently pointed out to me that none of the prophets mentioned in the Bible had obtained a piece of paper from a psychiatrist that stated that he or she was, indeed, a Bible prophet, which shocked me greatly at that time. When I got to the point with her in which I learned, around the age of 10, that my mother had conditionally dedicated my life to be a Catholic priest when she feared for my survival when I was born, I told this woman that that terrified me greatly because I feared Catholic priests and have had a lifelong fear of public speaking.
This woman told me, "You're doing just fine now," in which she and I could not help but smile, slightly, at each other.
When I got to the end of explaining the process of my discovery with this woman, I concluded with my psychiatrist's unsolicited advice for me at the end of my last session with him, which was, "Don't talk about it," and I added, "I see two reasons why he gave me that advice:
1) If I am wrong, bad things happen to me if I talk about it.
2) If I am correct and I talk about it, bad things happen to me."
This woman observed, "You lose either way." And I nodded my head in agreement.
By this time, this woman needed to head back home and I walked with her out of this closed-down hospital building and as I sat down outside the glass entrance door at the top of a small set of concrete steps in front of the building, overlooking the street where her SUV was parked, I gave her a copy of my four page mass mailing letter to the embassies of 175 foreign nations in Washington, D.C., dated April 16, 1998 (which I kept in a small satchel that I often carried with me at that time), which she kindly thanked me for. I also decided to give her one of my Revelation 12:5 // 1/2 Revelation 11:3 business cards. As this woman walked down the steps towards her SUV, I explained to her, "I'm really just doing the same thing that John the Baptist did in that I am heralding Christ's Second Coming. After enough medicine and psychotherapy, it's really not that hard to do."
As I finished my sentence, this woman had just reached the outside of her SUV's driver's door. She then turned back around and slowly retraced her steps in her long dress and she slowly climbed back up the flight of concrete steps to where I was sitting and after she reached me, she stopped and extended her hand out to me. I smiled at her as this woman and I held each other's hand, she and I slightly smiling just a bit at each other, both of us motionless for 4 or 5 seconds. (I certainly was not accustomed to this kind of a reaction after explaining my belief system to others.)
She then gracefully descended back down the steps and got into her SUV and she began her long trip home.
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