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To: gregor who wrote (839)	4/22/1998 12:29:00 PM
From: Jane Hafker	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1283

That's interesting. I've been very blahhed out thinking about how in the world I ended up with a bunch of worthless investments, and especially jumping out of OCTL and taking it all and putting it into junk instead of automatically ending up with LUCENT at 55 or somehting like that, it has caused me to wonder why. There's a reason, of course. At least it prevented me from continuing with my gambling rush and getting more and more into it. Now I"m more and more out of it. Gregor, I don't want to turn the prayer thread into a talk thread, as that invites those who despise prayer to lurk and jump as you know. But I think a dream such as that is to sober you up to the fact that something is very wrong in that family. Even saved families can get spooky, let alone unsaved. Lord help us. Perhaps the lives of the adults is opening up the door to demon activity to do as it wills. Anyway, I was working desperately trying to help a disabled young, VERY young, and very disabled grandmother get two little bitty grandkids away from a crazy druggie daughter. Most of all we were afraid of the children at the hands of boyfriends coming and going. I was doing it for money, which she had, but in the end she couldn't file. I remember getting upset with her a little due to the circumstances and especially ALL the work I had done no the papers. In the end we just had to leave it that when she was ready, give me a call. Less than a month both children were burried under sand in the dunes where they were digging a little fort cave. When I saw it on the front page and saw those strange little names, names no other kids would have, I was paralyzed. Now, here is the weird one, and I don't like to talk about this. The very morning of WACO, I was getting ready to move from Arizona, and was doing endless marches from the shed to the patio, getting everything out to take or sell. I remember it wsa like a tiny little puppet was sitting in my ear and saying over and over very clearly, "Branch Davidian". It was so clear and so repetitive I wondered if I was losing my mind and starting to hear voices. This is highly, highly significant from the spiritual standpoint when I had said over and over to the Lord how well I understood what they were going through since I myself had narrowly escaped Christiand cult-like control on several occasions. BUT. I was too busy with my own life to give them too much time. That evening watching news I rather felt strange indeed. There was a lesson there.