pool of blood, I was crying uncontrollably.
Nineteen had been lost.
On the wall before me, Chief Joseph's
face appeared, encompassing its entirety.
Compassion was in his eyes as he pulled me
outside of the turmoil and into an energy
vortex. "Well done." He said. "What do you
mean, well done!" They're DEAD!" Joseph
interrupted me. "They have finished a
program in that realm. However, you did
everything within your power. You gave
them knowledge about their choice, and
then it was up to them to choose. It is the
natural order of cause and effect. Violence
begets violence. Sometimes, although
perceptual alterations occur, the act cannot
be turned around." I understood. Grateful
that they had changed their perceptions
before their death, it's always better to
realize truth in our mortal state, than to
awaken to it after death. But grief is grief,
and I continued to cry. "Go home, now,
child. You have done enough for one night."
"Their faith was shaken severely. So great
was their alarm, that many of them,
discontinuing their prayer, apostatized their
faith. Verily, God caused not this turmoil
but to test and prove His servants."
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