So it's a Saturday afternoon back in 1998 and my son is playing on the floor and I was sick with Bronchitis anyway, my mother called him from the room and he refused to leave and in my semi-conscious fever induced state, I listened to him playing ever so quietly with his toys. He never left me. I fall asleep and suddenly I am in a dark, underground tunnel, the air is hot, it's difficult to breathe and this is a clear memory, I am sure there were screams and shouts, but it's too long ago to be absolutely certain. I know the place was underground and it was hot and dark and I was terrified. Suddenly a voice tells me, commands me, : "Get out, get out now!" I wake up and my son is still playing on the floor and I know that Jesus/God has told me to change my life, because I am heading in the wrong direction. This is my personal truth that I experienced. Here's the thing: Who are you to determine the fate of those that walk on this Earth? Who are you to ...