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Re: The Two Witnesses
« Reply #96 on: April 23, 2008 at 02:06:39 PM » Quote Modify

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Quote from: Debz on April 24, 2008, 04:55:37 PM
Hmmm... I'm confused. How can this be one of the two witnesses, if Sweet and Denise are the two witnesses, already???


My reply to Debz:

You are in very large company, Deb, if you're confused.

At first, my approach was to convince others of this, beginning with my mother when I drove up to my parents' farm in what my mother and I now call 'The Clothesline Scene' as she was hanging up clothes outside on a clothesline on the warm autumn day of October 3, 1989 when I drove up the lane. Not surprisingly, my mother thought that I had 'lost it' and did I ever have a miserable night's sleep that night (I don't think that I got any sleep, I was so miserable) after I drove back home to Columbia. The next morning, my brother, Chris, (who'd spent the night with me) suggested that I admit myself into a psychiatric ward---which I thought was a brainchild of an idea. After talking to a psychiatrist on the telephone (who promised that he would listen to me), I packed a suitcase full of clothes and, in separate cars, Chris and I stopped by a Denny's for a cup of coffee, then drove to a bank to get some things out of a safety deposit box that I had placed there (and was planning to show Denise one day, hopefully very soon) and then we drove to Boone Hospital. Because I was an engineer, I instinctively knew that each and every problem had a solution and I believed that within a week or two, I'd receive a 'validation certificate' from my doctor (which he probably was privately amused by the thought of). Instead, my doctor treated me with the psychotropic meds that he had worked with for many years to treat his patients and, I would realize later, he placed himself in the position of being 'My Greatest Skeptic' during the following 20 1/2 months of therapy and, in the process, he restored my brain chemistry and achieved his agenda of 'getting me well again' and he placed me in my final direction eight months after he and I met by asking me, on June 8, 1990, the simple and obvious question to him from the very beginning, "If you are this person (in Rev. 12:5 and 1/2 Rev. 11:3), what are you worried about?" (I had not shared with him the minor details recorded in Rev. 11:7-13 that were scripturally due to take place around March, 1996.)

By late October, 1991, I had satisfactorily nailed this down to be the truth in The Great Scheme of Things (that I am in Rev. 12:5 and 1/2 Rev. 11:3) but, at the same time, I had also begun to grasp the fact that even when this is true for such a person, that he or she really cannot prove or demonstrate to others that this is the truth which, at first, left me feeling very impotent in being able to accomplish anything towards this end (which is something men don't like to admit to) but, one month later, by the end of November, 1991, I began my letter-writing effort and it slowly changed from feeling like I was operating in a vacuum when I slowly but surely began to receive replies to my letters and, as I told my cardiologist's nurse, Staci, last month when I saw him for my annual checkup and left with her and the staff my collection of correspondence that I've received and a small folder of my basic writings, "What seemed to be an incredibly impossible religious calling for me in 1989, 1990, and 1991 would turn out to be on the level of being an interesting hobby for me."

So, Deb, please don't feel that you're alone if you don't believe me on this. As I have said numerous times, Deb, I would eventually realize that all Christian astronomers living at this time look a lot alike and it is very difficult to tell a particular one of them from all of the others. But, to me, Christians everywhere should celebrate as the only meaningful prophecies in the Book of Revelation are, in fact, being successfully fulfilled.

P.S. Oh, yes, it turned out that my engineering instincts were correct in believing that each and every problem has a solution as in my last session with my doctor on June 19, 1991, out of a fierce sense of anger and self-pity, I yelled at him, "A year ago it dawned on me that no one's going to tell that boy (in Revelation 12:5) who he is!!"

And my doctor gently replied, "I think you're right," followed by him looking up at me twice from his notepad, which I knew was unusual for him to do.

And after occasionally pondering on my doctor's double glance, four months later, on October 21, 1991, I realized that my doctor had finally told me the words that I had patiently (and frustratingly) waited 20 1/2 months to hear my doctor tell me:

"I think you're right."

And about 7 years later, in 1998, I was better able to express this in that my doctor's double glance was likely his way to let me know that I had gained an insight that he likely was aware of from the very beginning:

"If any person is ever born into this world who has a genuine, scripturally pre-ordained destiny that no human being is going to tell that person that he or she does, indeed, have one."

And I learned on July 6, 1993 that Denise had recently passed away and four days later, on July 10, 1993, I declared Denise to be the other Chapter 11 Witness for many obvious reasons, including the fact that every Bible story should have a happy ending.