I have always remembered before I was born. I was in a wonderful place where there was perfect peace that is indescribable. Looking down I saw awful things, fighting and murder and such, I can't recall all the details but I do remember the last thing I saw was a mushroom cloud bellowing up. An older man with white hair, beard and moustache (who in my younger years I believed was Jesus) came to me and said, "It's time to go." I felt like I knew it was coming but I was hoping it wouldn't happen. I just could not believe after seeing all this, I would be sent there, I was distressed so much that my inside shook and tears flowed from my eyes. Understanding my pain, the older man wanting to reassure me that I would be okay put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You will be Okay." You figure, hey, I was born in America, it hasn't been perfect but its been okay. I spent 14 years in the Navy and never fired a gun.

Roger

May 02, 2007