Deeper Than State Part 3
Deeper Than State
Part 3: Blood Tonic
“The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver
from between his feet, until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of
the people be.
Binding his foal unto the vine, and his ass’s colt unto
the choice vine; he washed his garments in wine, and his clothes in the blood
of grapes.” – Genesis
49:10-11.
“For it is the life of the all; flesh; the blood of it is
for the life thereof: therefore I said unto the children of Israel, Ye shall
eat the blood of no manner of flesh: for the life of all flesh is the blood
thereof: whosoever eateth it shall be
cut off.” – Leviticus
17:14.
On the previous article titled “Religion
of Craft” the period between the end of 2013 through the summer of 2015
was shared.
During this struggle between myself and the Mormons over my
husband, I continued writing. Some of
those topics where I did the research on the church I posted on the new
blog: “American
Messiah, American Zion”, “In
the Company of Six”, “Denizen
Cain”, “Church-Inc”
and “The
Devil Has a Short Time” in 2016, amongst others.
In late March or early April of 2015, Ed and I were power
washing the outside of the house with a solution my son gave us instructions to
make up. It worked wonderfully and the
front of our house looked new. As we
were hosing it off, I kept looking over at the twenty or so vultures in the
tree tops across the road from house.
“Look at them”, I told my husband. He looked over and made some comment about my
mother’s pets. As soon as I looked over
at them they began taking off one by one in various directions. One of the last ones flew directly toward
us. I looked up at it, pointed my finger
at it and said out loud, softly but with purpose “I cover this house with the
blood of Christ, go away”.
That thing looked like it hit a wall! It made a sharp veer to the east and flew
away.
My mouth in a big “O”, I said “Did you see that?”
Ed replied, “Yeah, that was interesting!”
During that late spring and early summer, I was researching
the depths of the Mormon Corporation.
They were even more wealthy than Scientology and rivaled the Vatican in
their vast holdings, umbrella corporations and stock holdings. It is even more today.
I posted everything I could find on them without
apology. This religious organization was
worth BILLIONS of dollars; they were uber-represented in some of the most
secretive intelligence agencies of the U.S. and they practically ran the NSA. They were raised up during a time that the
Masons in the U.S. went underground briefly: the wife of the man they were
accused of killing ended up being one of Joseph Smith’s wives, probably most
unwillingly as women didn’t have a voice back then.
How “Q”, and their claim to “have control of the NSA” fit
into all that still remained to be discovered at that point. But there were some parallels to the story of
what happened to Michael Jackson and some of his people, the corporatized fan
groups and the CIA.
I was still putting all that together, and trudged along in
my research and my writing, gathering scripture that foresaw all of this. And the more I published, the more distant my
husband became.
One night my husband threw at me that he was going to a
“sealing” ceremony. In my understanding,
a “sealing ceremony” was something that witches did. I didn’t ask him what that was. I looked it up for myself. Basically, it is where you are “sealed for
eternity” to your family, and that I would be his wife into the next life.
Hmmm . . . well there is a Bible verse that deals directly
with that in Matthew
22:30 concerning what happens in the resurrection, that “they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are as
the angels of God in Heaven”.
My husband looked disappointed that I didn’t believe him. I asked him, “Wouldn’t I have to be there in
order to be sealed to you in this ceremony?”
He didn’t know what to answer.
This was the choice that was being put before me. I loved my husband, but I didn’t love him
more than God. Our wedding vows included
vows to God FIRST in the marriage. I
prayed and asked God to remember his promise in my dream that “Eddie will be
fine”. The next day, he opened this to
me in answer to my question concerning how to obey husband if what he does is
against God:
“For there are some eunuchs, which were so born from their
mother’s womb: and there are some eunuchs, which were made eunuchs of men: and
there be eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of
heaven’s sake. He that is able to
receive it, let him receive it.” – Matthew
19:12.
We also dealt with the “baptism of the dead”, which the
Mormon’s believe should be done because the Bible mentions it in 1
Corinthians 15:29. Context
apparently means nothing to their religion, I told my husband, because when
they quote this, they don’t realize that Paul is revealing their own hypocrisy
because they said that the dead don’t rise, but they baptize for the dead in
their rituals. Ed participated in this,
and described it to me. This was about
the time the controversy was coming out online that alleged Holocaust victims
were “baptized” into the Mormon church.
Most times when I would go to scripture to show him
something that they told him was wrong, he would look at me with this perturbed
look on his face and say “what are you talking about?”, or claim that he didn’t
understand what I was talking about. Even
something he said the day before he would totally not remember it, and throw
that “question” out there like a defense mechanism. It was like his thinking was completely
fractured.
But during the end of the summer, probably around August,
my husband was a lot less combative, and so I let my guard down. We had some funny moments, and he began
asking me about what was going on with my blog.
I shared with him, and I even showed him some of my stats, where
government agencies were on the blog downloading. When he saw DoD and Department of State, he
said “Oh, wow!” And I’m sure he shared
it.
There were less days that I delved into the Mormon church,
but I was still connecting dots in my notes.
Some of them are blogs I never finished because I wanted to keep things
“tight” and not follow every single branched out trail.
It’s All In His Name
It was just after two in the morning, when I was on this
severely focused task of putting what God revealed to me into words on an
article not yet posted. The land-line
rang and I picked it up quickly because everyone was asleep. I somehow knew it was Warren, a friend of my
mother’s who was former Navy Seal.
I never knew weather to take him seriously or not, because
some of the stories my mother relayed to me were so horrific concerning the
things he was asked to do, working for some off-the-grid organization UNDER the
Navy Seals that he called “Silent Service”.
Some of what he was involved in they won’t even put in horror
movies. There were times that Mom told
me Warren called her crying because he was afraid he was going to hell for some
of the things he did.
One incident he described to her involved an operation in
the far east somewhere during some skirmish, where they killed babies, stuffed
the bodies with drugs, then had the mothers carried these dead babies over
certain borders: This is part of our
“elite” fighting force, right? This is
what haunted this man. How do you
desensitize someone to that level?
His area of expertise was chemicals. He knew how to whip up an untraceable poison
and put it on anything from the rim of a glass, to the sprayer on a bottle of
cologne. His outfit would infiltrate the
camps of rival local political groups in foreign countries, kill it’s leader
and plant evidence to make it look like the other side did it. This is how wars were started, and how the
U.S. would manufacture reasons to go in and intervene (even though they
secretly already had).
He had to fight to get veteran’s benefits because on
record, he didn’t exist as having ever served.
He had “evidence” dispersed to different sources in case anything ever
happened to him. And he had handlers –
some seen, some unseen; but he was afraid of having any internet at his house
and didn’t keep a cell phone. So it
surprised me when my mother said one time that he told her, “Don’t be surprised
if what your daughter is writing about is true.
She’s not right about everything, but she’s right about a LOT of
it”. Until this night, he had never
spoken to me personally, about anything I was writing.
When I picked up the phone I said under my breath, “Warren,
mom’s in bed! It’s after two-a.m. here!”
He responded “That’s okay, I didn’t want to talk to her, I
wanted to talk to you”
He sounded drunk. I
kind of rolled my eyes and wondered what verbal torture I was in for (he did
have a southern accent that was accentuated when he was under the
influence). He started talking to me
about Abraham . . . yes, THAT Abraham: how “Abraham was a sonofa-bitch” and
Abraham “ruled with a rod of iron” and how Abraham was feared by his people etc.
. .
I interjected at one point and reminded him that Abraham’s
faith in God is what foreshadowed what God would offer the world in
redemption. The conversation kind of
veered into that direction and that awkwardly, Warren asked a question. He began with:
“Well, some Jewish friends had called me and were asking me
what you wrote about the language. You
were writing about the name and they were asking me questions about it . . .”
and I interrupted him.
“You have Jewish friends?” I asked him. And he replied, “Ye-ah, they called me and wanted
to know about the language . . .” and I interrupted again. I should have shut up, I might have gotten
more information, but what I said instead was:
“You have Jewish friends that called you to ask you about
the language?”
He responded “Ye-ahh”
I said, “Warren, why would your Jewish friends call you to
ask you about THEIR language? Don’t they
know it?”
There was a very abrupt and awkward verbal backpedaling,
but none of the words he tried to say did he finish. He made some excuse about having to get off
the phone and we hung up. THAT spooked
me.
So it wasn’t just the Mormons, it was “Jewish friends” of a
Navy Seal who was afraid to have internet at his own house because he had
handlers keeping track of him. Nice.
I told my mother about that conversation the very next
day. That is when she shared with me:
“He called me a couple of weeks ago, it might have been
last month; but he told me to tell you to stop doing what you were doing”.
I didn’t know what to say, except “why?”
My mother responded, “He didn’t say why, but he sounded
scared.”
I published the blog, and that day we got the planes low
flying the house. Mom got angry and
called the base in Sumter to complain about the planes scaring her horses. This is when we learned that the first three
numbers of the main switchboard for Sumpter was “666”. I had to laugh at that one. I got no more phone calls from Warren. He did however call my mother two days after
we had that conversation. He called to
ask if we were okay.
This is when I really began to see the power behind that
little verse in Romans
10:13:
“Whosoever shall call upon
the Name of the Lord shall be saved”. And that summer, I learned exactly what
powerful thing had happened to me back in August of 2010, that started this
journey on my dirt road. Everything that
was going on, not just with me, but in the world, was about, over, and against
the one Word that fulfills the law . . .
His Name.
In August of that year, things had calmed down. Ed was still attending the church, but was
less promoting, and he was assisting Charlie and his mother with day-to-day
things, but not as often or as consuming as when they first arrived from
Pennsylvania.
Blood Tonic
One day Ed brought home a bottle of something. It looked like one of those quart bottles
that you use for diluting concentrated cleaner, but it was filled with a
brownish red liquid. He put it in the
refrigerator. When I asked him what it
was, he told me that Mrs. Hess gave it to him because he had complained of
itchy legs and was starting to get a rash.
The doctor had suggested he was developing circulation problems in his
legs and wanted to put him on some medication for it.
“It looks gross” I told him, “why is it that color?”
He actually told me, “It’s a blood tonic”.
Now, I didn’t know how to process that. I kind of smiled to keep from laughing, and I
said “Okaaaaaay . . . is it a tonic for your blood, or is it MADE out of
blood?” He started laughing and
explained to me that it was made from natural herbs and that it was supposed to
benefit the health of the veins and open them up.
“Do you know what’s in it?” I asked.
“Just some herbs, I don’t really know”. He responded.
So I just told him to be careful.
You all who have followed my blog know how I feel about pharmaceuticals
and fake chemical symptom coverings; so I had no argument with going the
natural route. He said I could try it if
I wanted to. I declined.
The summer wore on, and August moved into September. It was nice to get out of the 90 degree days
but we still had them pop up every two or three days of the week. Articles like “Seed of Iniquity” were
published exposing the revelations of John Todd/Collins paralleling the prophecies
of the Mormon church concerning “Michael” and their “Adam”. They were military “Fly-by” worthy.
Another thing that came together that spooked me, was the
“targeting”: I don’t know what else to
call it.
John Todd/Lance Collins, or any mixture of the two names
was a man in early “conspiracy theory” circles who claimed he was of the
“Council of 13” Bloodline families, the “Collins/Collyns”. You can do a search on his name.
He claimed one of his aunts was one of the producers of
“Bewitched” in his lectures. When I read
that (or heard it, I was listening to the audio tapes he made back in the late
1970’s), I remembered that one of my husband’s Ohio Cousins was the first
“Tabitha” baby they brought home from the hospital. Her name was Lisa Black.
Another connection, as I went through the audios, was that
his audios were produced and distributed by churches. Chick of “Chick Publications” (producers of a
lot of those scary tracts church people, especially Baptists, would pass out to
people) was one of them who helped produce/record.
The lectures Todd gave was at various churches. In one of the tapes I heard the name “Brother
Berry”. As I researched where that
particular tape was made, it was at the very same church/Christian school I
attended between 1975 – 1977. We moved
the year before that recording was made.
Pastor Tom Berry was the pastor of Baptist Bible Church and
founder of “Elkton Christian School” up until the year after we left:
1978. Then he was moved. The name of the church and the school was
changed. The man that baptized both me
and my sister in 1975 was the man who was one of three pastors left to defend
John Todd. All others were either bought
off, threatened or both. I even tried to
contact him. He was in his seventies but
none of those email addresses on the ministry page of his were working.
Then October came.
The days we had the “vulture sentinels” were also narrowing down to a
couple of times a week.
The missionaries still kept coming over, I don’t know why,
because Ed was already a Mormon and mom and I were not interested, but they
kept sending them; and for a while, except the “clan” in Mill City, things
started to calm down.
Warren was calling mom and he was afraid. He claimed someone was poisoning his
food. He had called mom to tell her he
was going to the hospital. I was
concerned for him and hoped what he said was not true. We heard from him sporadically. He had to be hospitalized and she did not
hear from him over the course of about a month or two.
Warren called in September sometime. Mom hadn’t heard from him for about two
months. Mom relayed to me that Warren
told her he was feeling much better. He
had people with him. Mom had asked “what
people”. And Warren replied, “good
people, watching out for me.”
He had explained to mom that he had been in the hospital
for a while but was back home and much better.
He also told her (quoted from her) “I’m going to be gone for a
while. I don’t know how long. I’ll be back but it will be a while.”
This was the last time we would hear from Warren. Mom sent him a Christmas card in early
December.
2015 came in like a lion and seemingly went out like a lamb,
or . . . a “wolf in sheep’s clothing”.
A Terrible Year
In January, mom received a business sized envelope. The return address on it was Warren’s post
office box number, in Linden, Tennessee.
Mom opened it and inside was the empty envelope in which she had sent
his Christmas card.
On the envelop was written “Warren Davis passed away in
November of 2015”: But the card was gone, and mom said the handwriting was
his. I searched and searched for some
evidence of obituary, anything. All I
ever found was a notice that a property was in probate in the name of Warren
Davis. I still have the envelope to this
day.
Mom passed away April 1, 2020. I wonder, if he is still alive, if he knows
that.
June 2016 I wrote “The
Devil Has a Short Time”. I
had nicknamed it “The Summer of Six”.
Many things occurred both in the public eye and in our house.
Not much happened in the winter time that was noteworthy
other than some interesting search origins on my blog. We had a snow storm that winter in which we
set up the back shed as a stall for the horses.
In April, Ed came home early from work, with pains in his
stomach. He said they were sharp but
burning pains. He thought it was gas, or
something he ate. I suggested a stomach
bug. He went back to work the next day
and the pain slowly subsided over a few days.
In May, I was walking through the bedroom to the living
room and a small voice from within me said “Spirit of the letter”. I stopped, because I had heard a similar
phrase before . . . “spirit of the letter” I repeated to myself out loud. I searched the phrase on Google and the
search results revealed references to Bible verses concerning the “letter of
the law” and “spirit of the law”.
This trajectory of scriptural study opened up some doors to
the “language” and what was “behind it”: not just in the scriptures, but within
US. God led me to an article concerning
the language written under the language of our DNA. Not only did our DNA read as code for
instruction one way, but it also read in the opposite direction another code
and the scientists did not know what it was for. The article states that one code was for
instructions for the functions of the cell; and the other code they thought
might have to do with RNA replication.
I returned to another article I took a screen shot of,
which described DNA as an operating “biological internet” and a “tuning fork
for the whole body” which not only could be affected by sound, light and
vibration, but could also produce and communicate through the same.
DNA Dance 1 & 2
According to that article, not only could DNA communicate
with other cells in the body and other organs, it could also communicate with
other bodies and other life forms. This
was verified before I even found it, in the dream I had about being caught up,
and experiencing the new heaven and new earth.
It was also verified in scripture where God could talk to the prophets
through either their bodies or the bodies of animals.
This meant that the very sound of His Name could affect our
DNA. It explained why Levites were the
“singers and musicians of skill” in the temple and why God told Moses not to
have them use any iron against stone in building the temple or the altar. What else would effect the ‘stones’ and
‘timbers’ but vibration? Sound!
But it wasn’t just the Sound of His Name either . . . It
was an action a person performed “in His Name”; which was represented by His
Name. God calls, we respond, even if we
do not know what we are responding to (until he shows us when we ask, in truth
and love).
These things I was writing about when things began to get
ugly.
May
A number of things happened at the dawn of late spring into
early summer. I will try to condense
without abridging detail.
May began an uptick of “incidents”. I don’t know which one came first, but I
remember sometime between all the running activity that my husband became
deathly ill.
May 20th Ed came home early from work. He had stomach pains again. I could see it in his face. He described them to me as something burning
in his stomach or just below his ribs. I
suggested maybe gall bladder or gall stone.
He said his boss said he looked a little yellow and told him to go
home. I agreed and told him to go to the
doctor.
The doctor sent him to get blood work. He drove himself, but that was the last time
he did for a while. When the blood work
came back, it revealed his bilirubin was way up. His doctor told him to go to the hospital so
they could do an ultra sound to see if he had a stone blocking something. When they wanted to charge him full price
because insurance wouldn’t cover it unless he was admitted, his doctor prepared
an order for admission.
Ed was admitted to the hospital in Camden, South Carolina
on May 26, 2016. Unfortunately this was
over Memorial Day Weekend, and the gastroenterologist would not be in until the
following Tuesday. So Ed was
admitted. By the time he went through
admission and was settled in a room his “yellowness” was noticeable. Even the whites of his eyes were a yellow
hue.
I was running back and forth between Camden and Kershaw,
taking care of mom’s horses (she couldn’t clean the pasture all by herself with
her heart condition), trying to make meals, and going back to Ed at the
hospital.
Ed was in there for six days on a liquid diet. He was released on June 1, 2016 (06/01/16)
after they had done an ultra sound and tried to “laser” a rather large stone
down to size. I brought him home, but he
still seemed to be in discomfort.
On June 6 (06/06/16), His doctor called him. She informed him that they got the bloodwork
from the hospital back and he was reading cancer antigens in the tens of
thousands. This was higher than many
stage three and four cancer victims. Something
was wrong and she was referring him to a specialist who was the leading gastroenterologist
in the country. She called us back with
the admission information . . . in Charleston (U of South Carolina
Hospital). She set the admission time
for 11pm to give us time to get down there.
I informed mom I would have to spend the night.
Ed was admitted to the USC Hospital on 6/6/16, on the 6th
floor. Yes, I took note, both mentally
and literally.
They got Ed settled in and I.V.’ed. He was back on a liquid diet and he was not
happy. I told him, “You can do it. I did it for eight days without even liquids
and tube fed, so you got this!”
He said “Yeah, you did, didn’t you?” And I understood him, because we could not
figure out what was wrong. Neither one
of us was keen on doctors poking and prodding you, only to do it again because
they just don’t know. What was scary was
the cancer antigen count. They acted
like they had never seen this before and that it must be cancer.
For the next four days, I would leave Ed in the mornings
while they ran tests, drive the almost three hours it took to get home, clean
the pasture or at least my half of it, help mom with preparing dinner, or do it
myself, shower, and make the drive back down to Charleston which was three
hours one way. I also spent some time on
the computer researching his problem.
One of the major causes of gallstones can actually be
caused by the very problem it creates: bilirubin. As I took notes of what his symptoms were,
three issues could have been causing it, as per his symptoms and what we knew
so far: Cancer, high cholesterol, and
his bile containing too much bilirubin, which is what was going on. His urine was brown, his stool was a chalky
grey-white color and he was jaundiced.
One of the things that causes too much bilirubin in the bile was either
biliary tract infections and blood disorders.
My thoughts went to the “blood tonic” that he had been
drinking (he was now on his second bottle and had finished the first one). I kept forgetting to take the bottle to the
hospital to have them check it out because I was so exhausted and burdened at
this point, I could barely keep up with myself.
During my running back and forth, something rather odd was
going on the first week of June . . . in Switzerland. I had already been studying up on CERN, their
“Large Hadron Collider” and it’s significance in it’s search for “The God
Particle” and it’s rather non-promoted partnership with the Human Genome
Project. So when this was being shared I
just happened to jump onto the “Live” event.
The “event” was “inauguration” of the “Goddard Tunnel”: the
“longest” underground commuter railway in the world. I covered this on “The Devil Has a Short
Time”. Why did they call it an
“inauguration”? It was a six (6) hour
show. The production was so odd and so
evil, I felt like the world had just plunged into the bottomless pit (or it was
opened). This
is now up in the new blog, if you would like to read the
details. Some of the video is no longer
on Youtube and the links are no longer valid.
I will do my best to find the relevant substitutes.
On his third day there, he was scheduled for another type
of stone removal. They were going to
attempt to use sound waves to break down the stone to passable pieces. I waited in the waiting room at the surgical
end of the hospital.
I was so tired I laid on one of the waiting sofas and fell
asleep. When I awoke maybe an hour
later, there were other people in there.
I sat up and looked at the monitor.
He was still in surgery.
My eyes went to one of the tables that was in front of the
couch I occupied. It was a “Discover
Magazine”, and I believe it was dated to 2013 but I’m not certain. One of the articles was titled “Y Not?” When I opened it, it was about the depletion
of the Y chromosome.
I was halfway through the article when someone came out to
tell me that Ed was in the recovery room.
I asked if I could take the magazine with me, since it was old and I was
very interested in the article. They
gave me permission to take it, to my gratitude.
Because my research on the blog at that time had to do with
the “Y” chromosome’s connection to The Word and Christ, that article provided
some valuable information.
We had to go back to the hospital for them to remove the
“stents” they had put in to help Ed pass what was left of the gallstone. They sent him home on June 10th. His counts were going down, but they wanted
him to recover before they removed his gall bladder. This was scheduled toward the end of June.
Ominous Clouds
Between those two procedures, I had a very ominous
dream. I shared it in on the 17th on “Anointing
the Shield”.
I’m going to put up a separate
page for that dream alone. I
have started another blog for just the dreams.
A blog reader from before had asked me to do it.
“Anointing the Shield” was another “epiphany” concerning
scripture: It identified in scripture
who the “shield” was in my dream from when I was sixteen years old.
Ed was back in the hospital overnight for gall bladder
removal, down in Charleston. I drove him
down there. Waited until he was
in-processed and drove home so I could take care of the horses.
I picked him back up the next day but the air conditioning
went out in my car. I stopped on the way
down to pick up some Freon but I didn’t know how to put it in. It was a hot day, in the 90’s, and I had a
screaming headache. I made it to the
hospital which is right on the marina practically. I told him about the “cloud” dream. He laughed when I told him the cloud gave me
two middle fingers.
A topic of conversation was that not one LDS member went to
the hospital to see him. Not one. When I asked Ed about this, he offered that
they probably didn’t want to upset me by coming in. I told him that was ridiculous. I had issues with their religion but not some
of the people he was close to.
He said “probably” – so he didn’t know either. He told me that he did get a couple of phone
calls. That was nice, I thought. They practically ran us into the poor house
taking care of these people for almost two years, and they couldn’t even visit
him?
I had been hard praying through this whole ordeal. And God answered my prayers. I kept thinking about the blood tonic but Ed
had dumped all of it. He said he was not
sure if he should drink it until he was healed.
To my knowledge he never obtained another bottle.
This was apparently significant: a year almost to the day
that Ed was released from Charleston hospital; this would be June of 2017, my
mother found a post-it note with two compound words on it. I wrote about that here
and reposted
it here. It was titled “Bloodguiltiness”. God not only revealed to me what was in that
tonic, but he also revealed a stealthy partnership between two entities who
play at being at odds with each other (Description of this is in Daniel
11:27 although may be different entities).
The woman who gave my husband that blood tonic, upon
posting of that article, was sent with her husband to another “ward” and from
what she posted on Facebook, she was not happy about it. I had written upon at the end of that 2017 article:
“As
for the woman who gave him the tonic, I cannot say whether or not it had
anything do with my husband taking ill.
I can’t even say for sure that those two plants were even in the
mixture. It may all very well be
perfectly innocent. I have lots of
questions for sure; yet some of them are already answered. . . .
The
mystery of this yellow “note paper” with those two compound names of plants
written in a hand foreign to this household, showed up a year after he drank
his last dose of the tonic, leaves no question that I was to find that
note. Maybe God wanted me to know: not
that I was to do anything about it . . . but that He was letting me know that
He already had.”
I had also written this, which was the event of the closing
of this “portion” of my trials and trying of the Lord:
“About
a month after Ed was released from the Charleston, the family that was planted
down here in Kershaw that they assigned to my husband all moved back up to New
York. . . every single one occupying the three houses in town. If I had doubts at all about the strangeness
in which they all arrived here from Pennsylvania and just happened to find
“Ed”, there were none when I heard they were “all” going back north at the same
time, after his recovery.
Despite
this or my feelings about it, I have one thing I know for sure: That God answered the prayers of Ed’s family
and his wife. God had it all under
control.”
The Dodges, and family, moved back up north to the same
area from which they came. We still had
missionaries visit from time to time, but the frequency began to thin out.
The vultures were also thinning out. They were out there less often, and there
were less and less of them when they did come around.
Ed stayed in contact with the church and the Gagnon’s and
apparently the Cathey’s too through email and phone text, sometimes on
Facebook, but he had stopped attending church.
All he would tell me when I asked was “I don’t know, there is just
something weird going on there”.
This wasn’t the end though.
In the fall, Ed began seeing a podiatrist. His foot was hurting him badly and he learned
that he broke a bone in his foot at work operating the clutch on the forklift.
He also learned that he was going to have corrective
surgery for his foot, because he had “flat feet”. He was walking on the outer part of the foot,
causing his shoes to wear down which exacerbated the problem.
This seemed to segue into another “occupation”: this was
going to prove to be much more of a challenge in both self control, and FAITH.
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