Nothing Is Impossible
In late October of 2000, I had reason to believe that I was an innocent
man being accused of a crime he didn't commit. I would say aloud, "I'm not the one!
I'm not the one! I'm not the one!" Shortly thereafter, and in reality, I had reason
to believe that I had an inheritance. I thought it was fifty thousand dollars or more
and that someone was trying to steal it. I began to say aloud, "I'm the one! I'm
the one! I'm the one!"
Taking the events that were happening around me, I began telling stories in the evenings that
were based on the reality surrounding me and always with the last key part of the story being the last thing I
would come to know. The stories would weave beautiful tales, told in reality, that would defeat my adversaries
"The Adversaries of Life."
One day I sat down and thought about this. How the last key part of the story would come,
out of place in time, to conveniently and beautifully complete the stories, and I thought to
beautiful stories." Just then, I stood up and said under my breath, "What an amazing
coincidence" and looking up into the air, I said aloud, "Hmm, — I couldn't have planned it better myself" then I walked away and thought of it no
more, for the forty-days had just begun.