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Show 305 find her by her innocent intentions and they intend to harm her. They intend grave harm to her. I have just heard their sinister conversations by somehow tapping my mind into their conversations, piggy-backing my listening onto their transmissions through some obscure radio channel, perhaps, suddenly available apparently only to me. It is a gift. I had been unaware of this gift until this night but I am glad it has come so forcefully to me at this time so I may protect her. I must protect her. Without her, I will die. "What?" he is asking. "Dr. Chappie is in trouble," I am trying to explain. It is not coming out clearly. "You have to call her and warn her. They're going to hurt her!" He is not moving from our bed. He is lying there, blinking at the ceiling. I am pushing him with my skinny arms and kicking at him with my puny legs. He simply must go call her and warn her. "It's 4:30 in the morning," he is saying and I do not understand his nonchalance. "I'm not going to call her at 4:30 in the morning." "No! You have to !" I am crying. Tears are coming where words should be and I am trying to regain my calm. "She is in danger," I am pleading. "You must help her!" Hy believes, as I do, in personal revelation, those small whisperings from God telling you to get |