“All of you – become – be – your own positive affirmation,” my father yelled.
Then all the Sacred Society began to fight internally to regain their composure and muster that extra ounce of energy to be clear of the Voice. Within a moment’s time, one by one they began to go from abstractions and illegible parts of letters to clear and positive words. Some of the one’s that I got to see as I tried to fight off the Voice’s mental grasp were:
UNITY, STRENGHT, FRIENDSHIP, WILL, PREVAIL and thousands more.
My father looked at me and said, “This will only hold back the Voice for a little while, you must go back to Earth and get our family – our soul group. We need them now more than ever. Eight and Thirty-Six - go with Gibran and take care of him as if he’s your own son,” my father yelled out.
I looked at the Voice and he was almost completely dematerialized. Then a mental alert came to mind - my brother Josh was nowhere to be seen.
“Son, you three need to go now!” my father exclaimed.